Saturday, January 28, 2006

drive



Nothing, nothing, nothing... and then something fast. A cascade of brain chemistry, micro-synapses, calculations, adaptive maneuvers; floating sensation, time distortion (everything looks better in slow motion, anyway).

9 Comments:

At 1:10 AM, Anonymous red said...

Gimme a break -- there is NO WAY I am going to survive on such a tiny morsel. And that was one of my best pouncing moves!

 
At 1:12 AM, Anonymous disembodied voice said...

Look, just be happy you ate, okay? Does it always have to be about you?

 
At 10:21 AM, Anonymous pd said...

Hey Slothy...sorry for rambling on last night. It was lovely to see you outside the ether.
Keep me posted on the studio situation. If the Chelsea thing falls thru, I'll put in a word at the LIC place--if you are interested.

 
At 10:26 AM, Blogger mountain man said...

Slothers, are you ok? Did you have a neural episode of misfiring potato chips of the mind? I am sorry I didn't get to see more of you. It hurt to leave.

 
At 12:12 PM, Blogger sloth said...

Hi PD! Thanks and hearts to you! It would be so fun to have a studio in your building; we could have lunches or coffee, borrow a cup of solvent, etc. Definitely if the Chelsea thing falls thru the silk factory building is next on the list.

 
At 12:15 PM, Blogger sloth said...

MM, you know me so well. There has been a veritable Pringle explosion in the brain lately, but it's cool. Pringle stax must be crunched up & scattered, then rearranged into more interesting constructions.

 
At 12:34 PM, Blogger Corny said...

I just watched an episode of Celebrity Fat Camp and now i'm back in the ether, I will go back and forth between distractions all day with pit stops for Excedrin. Slothy, I though for sure I would be hanging with you last night, was confused and sad when this didn't happen.

 
At 1:02 PM, Blogger sloth said...

Yes Corny, let's please not let that happen again!

pee ess, forgots to thank you for the very wonderful bumper-stickers... they fit across my bum perfectly! Log-cat Scout was jealous of Cy's stamp treatment & now she's in a huff about it.

Feel better; a brain-poultice has been messengered to your rez.

 
At 2:04 PM, Blogger Corny said...

I wish I could beam myself to Hold Everything. That store is a poultice for the soul.

 

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