i found an ad in the newspaper today advertising an apartment i used to live in. 500 bucks a month- i wish i could post an ad myself decrying the miserable state of this address. 3300 cliff road- i have mixed memories of that time. i was semi-prolific at the time and had some minutes to dig through the corpses of history while searching for a zip disk today. those pages- when i read them back they're tinny, like AM radio. like i didn't know what i was talking about. like the things i wrote today that i read and reread and obsess over. i'm not a morrissey fan; the opposite, if truth be told. i hate morrissey's preachy tone, the lacadaisical (sp?) delivery, but i thought it important to post this on a morrissey board, partly by whisky, partly by history. maybe partly by chance.

i had a girl who said:
"fuck me in the ass"
and then she said:
"harder!"

i thought it was
because she could
read my mind,
but maybe she just liked
being fucked in the ass.

anyhow, it's the gem i gleened from the whole lot, so take it or leave it. replies might be regarded with responses, it depends on if i remember to check it. cheers.

bergman