The A's win!!! And I'm a happy son of a gun. That will make Pope Crazy Watermelon cringe--ha! In other, more important, news: Don't forget (Sis-ki-you Countians) that there's a dang poetry reading this Saturday (August 13th) in Yreka (CA) at Nature's Kitchen (@7:30). This particular reading features Jackie McNamara, Jonah Bornstein and David Bell. You could go to the reading, or you could go to the Norman Rockwell painting that's gone awry that is the Siskiyou Golden fair. Me, in my omnipresence, will go to both. How's reading The Man Who Was Thursday coming, C.O.T. agents? "What?," you ask. Okay, to refresh ya'lls memory. The Church on Thursday reading assignment from almost a week ago is to read G.K. Chesterson's The Man Who Was Thursday. Didn't know anything about it, eh? Too bad. You must read the damn BLOG! It's a simple book to read and kind of a difficult one to find...but at least you'll understand the transformation that's taking place in your soul. And, for you frickin' spies (outside of C.O.T.) who have nothing better to do than make meager attempts at surveillance, at least You'll be entertained (if you're intelligent enough to understand the goddamn book). The only problem with The Man Who Was Thursday is that it practically reveals everything (to the more astute of you). Thus, the inevitable "real life" climax that's destined to take place this week or 3 years from now, will not be as entertaining or enlightening. Oh well. Now that no one is reading this, I can make fun of Vine magazine. Except for it's like throwing rocks at a retarded kid. I just don't understand why when a C.O.T. agent is nice for once and makes an earnest attempt to support a (let's face it, lesser) entity, that particular entity can't just be thankful and reciprocate the gesture. But NOOOOOOO...acknowledging the existence of something cool(er), some people think, takes away from their baby identity. Maybe if you just close your eyes, we'll disappear. Nope, still here. Anyway, it's morning time and I'm rambling again...As ever, your Texas Two-Step, FELIX

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Evelyn Dawn said...
I'd read the "assignment" but I'm still stuck on the damn Illuminatus!Trilogy. Wish me luck, my poetry class virginity is going to be stolen in a few days time.  

Corinna AKA Corinna said...
Okay, I got my own blog and stuff, so now you gots to read it.  

ginger peach said...
So....how long are you in siskiyou county for?  

Felix said...
To answer ginger peach's question: I don't know how long I'll be in Sis-ki-you County--long enough, I reckon. WHY? It makes me a suspicious individual when people ask questions like that because...
1. I'm paranoid anyway.
2. In my experience in Siskiyou Co., there are people who are so fucked up (or so with nothing better to do) that they try to demerit things/people that they don't understand or are otherwise threatened by.
Thus, responding to such a question puts me on edge. I'm on edge...there, are you happy now? Where are my pills? Where's my AK 47? Where's my car? Where's my country? Where's Waldo? Where have all the good times gone? SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE!? Now I must sooth myself with prescription medication and John Denver. Don't worry...no matter where I am or where I go, C.O.T. will always permeate Sis-ki-you County! We are only a few weeks away from phase two. And, if you had read The Man Who Was Thursday you'd know that the best disguise for an anarchist is...an anarchist!  

Ginger Peach said...
Tsk, Tsk, Tsk
everything's all about you...
I wanted to know how long you were going to stay for my own devilish reasons.  

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