pugnacious today. $10 cherries. new chef at the thai dive? need a rest day from gym. had a really good cup of coffee. braved it out and tried tongue. it's like really tender beef. to be honest if i wanted really tender beef, i would still prefer not-tongue. felt queasy for hours afterwards and debated whether it was psychosomatic or actually physical, like the beef hadn't been cooked properly. the medium popcorn from the movie theater with a ridiculous amount of white cheddar resolved that debate. didn't have the patience to see a movie. nothing at the video store. i feel so bourgeois browsing video stores when i have 5 at-a-time netflix. really really need an indoor basketball court. random web trail today--somewhere near the beginning, wondered about differences of craiglist missed connection cultures so checked out san francisco's. found this:

when will i be loved (campbell):

Reply to: mailto:pers-57nbx-1207903862@craigslist.org?subject=when%20will%20i%20be%20loved.%20(campbell) [Errors when replying to ads?]Date: 2009-06-05, 11:12PM PDT

wow... just when i was thinking h3r3 is a man who will do right by me... LOL.... BOHICA... PBT... my BROTHER ronnie said he needed a phone... so i said answer mine. give me my messages.. cool.. here i am thinking im all good .. turns out he was yanking my chain just like my son sammy arena and my friend ty hardin.. aint they the coolest... wow... now i think they should be poster children for if you see these people alive after the first of the year you will know i died sometime last night.

i think im liking this drinking ... that is so fucked to have a man do that to me.. especially when i know him.. he was never like that.. i heard he was a snitch as well.. well he was robert reynoso way back when.. maybe manny caruso had something there. damn.. seems like there is not one left who didnt compromise his priciples by not owning up to his own shit. by not standing up for others when they were not there. damn. oh coffee boy .. save me please.. i so want to end this fuckiing life.

oh im sylvia martin ...... uncle pauls favorite joke.. you know my uncle paul del grande quite a ladies man i say.. anyway.. so man needs a phone.. then i find out he is just yanking my chain .. like all the rest.. well not all... where is that man who ran the coffee shop on the corner.. he had some fun friends i must say though he was the hottest thing since white bread.. whole lotta man that one.. cute kids as well...

so here i am a fruit loop with no friends.. what the fuck me over again tyster you funny puppie.. take you ghostly self and fade outta sight .. take your twisted ideals your smut talk about women or men and stuff it..

you are gona be so surprised.. hell im really hoping ya all will be so fucking surprised..

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Pondered it.

Then remembered an old conversation and found the quote I'd been thinking about for a while. That led me to and article about Africans and the symbolism of homosexuality: http://blog.beliefnet.com/crunchycon/2007/10/st-charles-lwanga-and-african.html#more
Outside of the piece's opinion, trying to understand the people behind the comments occupied me for a while. then thought about my experience of what my mind decides to remember, how i can take in so much information, but the only ones i retain tend to be ones i'll need in a connection later. did a google search for "predictive memory."

oh boy. it always comes back to robots.

is almost attaching the pieces. so close.