May 05, 2002 - 5:47 pm

a pretty blandday i guess at work ::: in comparison to the last few weeks i guess everyday life caN be construed as bland ::: >>> per office usua � i am veRy coffee thirsty : besides my typical workaday obligatioNs at the office � i now have a mystery to solve & i know not where to begin ::: >>> i left work today out the back w/ momentary flashbacks to the potatosack & rubberband abductioN � my heart raceS � i know not what to think or do anymore � i get into my automobile & begin the commute hoMe ::: >>> i did notice on my driving hoMe soMe fellow commuters casting strange stares my way ::: i fear that this is much larger than the 6 or 7 beings that may have been responsible for my kidnapping ::: theRe is an organized group of general citizeNs that know & support my eventual disappearance i am afraid ::: >>> i see this 1 little old lady � driving along � seeming to be minding her business � but i knew better than this 1 � she apparently needed to get over in front of me right in my lane � but no way jorge � i swerve a bit into her lane & give her a cunning smile to my victories � & she gives me a menacing, all-knowing evil glance back to me ::: she must be part of this conspiracy ::: >>> � i know that they are after me ::: my heart begins to race even though it is this running away in fear that they so seek ::: i put up calm pancakes of pretense that i have no fear no scaredness of this situations ::: >>> they wilL NOT get to me [ i do NOT allow it ] ::: >>> i am a commuter of stoNe resonance : a constitution of the people : my courage in the face of commutation prevents any further knowledge of my supreme paranoia & feaR ::: >>> � a bit further along ::: >>> a complete nancyman � driving along w/ the windows rolleddown & his talkshow radio blasting for alL the start & stop highway traffick world to hear ::: a reaL winner i can telL you that ::: welL ::: to show hiM he cannot control my commute hoMe i turN up the collegestation hiphop show to the fulL blast & rolL my windows down & crank my AC way up to high ::: he cannot feather my goat � no way ::: >>> he turns to me like soMe sort of malevolent creepy junior highschool physics teacher � rolls his eyes around & rapidly cranks his windows up & closed ::: >>> � : I WIN AGAIN : a few more incidents like this & i return hoMe safe & sound � not a scratch on my consonance ::: >>> i put in the viseNe droplets & turn on the countrywesternradiostation to relax a bit before showering before bed for the nite ::: i am truly exhausted from my uneventfuL day ::: >>>