Deer xbf

DMCme: what was with the dead bison, it was sad!

dmauricec: i helped kill and butcher it today

me: what was it like?

2:57 AM dmauricec: hot and smelly

me: how did you get involved in that situation?

dmauricec: haha

i was recommened as "someone who might be interested in this kind of thing"

best thing ever

and i have 15 pounds in my fridge

me: damn, you are set for the winter

dmauricec: i have to fnd someone to freeze it for me

3:00 AM me: once my dad did that with a deer, and we had a whole big freezer full of venison that we all refused to eat

i don't think he hunted it though, i think it was road kill

are you going to poughkeepsie for xmas?
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DGDJust back from some club on the 34th floor of some hotel. Went along with some insanely young British people (it was Pat's 19th birthday today...) who were snorting coke all night, and stopped talking to me once they realized how old I was, and some very sweet college Columbian girls who were very good dancers.

Love,

Tullah

PS Do you think this is about a summer or winter deer? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EVwKxh3y5h0
∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞DFi'm still a teenager, gosh darn today was great! it involved a deer skull. yikes! no cow skull, thank god, that means death. deers mean magic. i didn't get any birthday kisses, but i did get two birthday cards.

hi

the body vs. the mind

i wonder if i'd be the same person
if i were you
and you were me

how much of me
is me
but really
how much of you is me

INFINITY LIST

Win the laughter prize, funny in a jean jacket, small and
sparky, whipping through the dining room with trays. A snorer
honks from across the hall. My friends are falling down,
standing up again, taking in mouthfuls of air at the cliff-edge,
retreating to their bedded caves. That’s how love experimentation
works. That’s what it is, a steady train ploughing circles through the
night. Ascend the stairs, turn the corner to the hallway, ask how it
would feel. You only have a brain, a tool that’s hard to use. Wake up
with time to sprint a semi-circle through the frontal lobe, lap it up, salt
waiting on the spoon. Desire is a collage. Long black hair, shoulders,
affection for the sound of a name. Breathe out each time a dish is placed
upon the countertop. If you catch the radiation in your net, and spill it
split between, and if you let it linger long enough to almost burst,
it will be yours, it will be yours.