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10:36 AM me: Hey.

shit.

Two minutes.

Tina: I'm here

me: Hey.

Tina: I accidentally killed the screen

me: I was reading racist zines.

Tina: Good?

For?

You?

10:37 AM me: Not really.

Tina: Good.

me: There is a racist charlie brown who is pretty funny.

Get this.

He wishes someone will stop the jews and black people.

And then asks for...

get this...

An American Hitler.

Oh, and "Free Rudolf Hess!"

They're all about Mr. Hess. But they keep saying that even the liberals and the Jews want him released.

10:38 AM

Tina: Wow.

That sounds terrible.

You don't have to walk me from the bus stop! Isn't that great

10:39 AM me: Magic.

Magicism.

Pentunic'd.

Tina: Pentunic?

10:40 AM I don't know what that means

me: Nothing, it's not even goddamn important.

Shake shake shake shake...

Shake out the oat.

It's everywhere, goddamn oats.

Do goats eat oats? Is that like 4/5ths cannibalism?

10:41 AM Tina: Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy.

10:42 AM Yes. 4/5ths lexical cannibalization

me: No! Poison ivy? That would be tongue-ainful.

tainful.

Tina: A kid will eat ivy to, wouldn't you?

*too

10:43 AM me: Do the lambs climb the trees for the ivy, or do they elongate their retractable necks?

I wouldn't. It tastes terrible. Well, I guess I did. So does that count? I wouldn't again. Bitter stuff, and it stings. Tainful.

10:44 AM Tina: All I know is the words of the hymn. Maresy doats en dozy dotes an liddle lambsy divey

Tainful...

a kiddly divey too, wouldn't you?

Yes

10:45 AM me: No, again. I have. I don't want anymore. Please. Leave me alone with your ivy. Doesy does and doesn't deezy, partial pocanoes and peezy.

10:46 AM Tina: If the words sound odd, or funny to your ear...a little bit jumbled and jivey. Sing Mares Eat Oats and Does Eat Oats and Little Lambs Eat Ivy.

10:47 AM me: Not funny. It's about animals eating garbage.

And oats.

Tina: I'll sing it to you when I get yo your place.

get yo your, das ri'ight

10:48 AM me: There is a significant part about oats, I shouldn't forget about the oats, they aren't garbage, they give life.

Life givers.

10:49 AM Tina: Life saver are the shapes of oats with holes in the middle.

Ever thought about that?

10:51 AM Take you time

These connections take time

10:52 AM me: So it is Oats that surround us. Bring us into life and protect us. And think about this. You are buried in oats.

Tina: And I eat oatmeal.

Meal of Oats, as I like to say.

me: Not relevant. You're just making connections where they aren't.

Are not.

Aren't.

10:53 AM Tina: Giver of drab sustenance.

me: Stop.

Tina: Ok

You eat them too.

I saw.

You made them.

10:55 AM me: I eat them, but stop lying about me to my family. I never said that they had anything to do with life other than bringing us into the world, saving us as lifesavers candy cheerios and that we are stuffed with oats in our orifices in our graves, but eating is not relevant.

Tina: oh...

yes...

I see now.

10:56 AM It's all coming into focus.

Sharp.

Focus.

Yes.

Oats.

Not you family.

My R sticks

And sucks.

10:57 AM me: And why beholdest thou the oat that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?

Tina: I...don't know.

FOrgive....me. Please.

10:58 AM me: Is that why there is such sharp focus? Because the oats in your eyes are bending the light perfectly toward the truth of oats?

Tina: Yes. I believe it to be true

It's so clear.

10:59 AM me: Wait for the oats to reveal. They are slowing the light and thus the truth, but they are filtering the lies. It takes time. It's an Oat-Brita-Truth machine.

11:00 AM Tina: Yes. It al makes so much sense.

I....under....

STAND

me: Are you her?

Are you her?

"What did one snowman say to the other?"

11:01 AM Tina: Can you smell carrots!

Yes!

I am HER!

11:02 AM me: No.

11:03 AM Tina: Freeze

The true answer is freeze.

I needed to know if you knew

11:04 AM I am her.

me: I'm melting, sir, I'm melting. It was inevitable, but I just wanted you to know that your doom is on it's way. I might die first, but it is I who is lucky. Because with your tightly packed form, you will have to watch the end coming for days, for months, with a deep sense of fatality and doom. The bright shining sun? Outside of the havens of the winter months, that beautiful sun will just be a torment, a reminder of your age and the burning torture of your liquefying body.

11:05 AM Tina: Oh my.

That was...

beautifu.

l.

but so sad.

11:06 AM Babe...I have to get some things done before I get on the bus.

me: Snowmen are known for their melancholy.

Tina: I suppose they are.

It's in their natures.

Such temporal existence

of artificial appendages

11:07 AM me: But then why are we so jovial? Is it because we can ignore our death, pretending that our ingenuity will save us in the end?

Tina: Yes. And our appendages are real.

11:08 AM me: Is that all? Our arms and noses and eyes? Probably. And our non-melting faces.

Tina: That is all.

Babe...I must work.

11:09 AM me: I love you. When you do so, the work, remember that I was there in the beginning. That you would be nothing without me.

Tina: I will see you tonight.

And I will always remember

I love you.

11:10 AM me: Nothing!" he shouted, smashing his enourmous fists, fist so large everyone assumed that the rock'

Tina: yes...

11:11 AM me: 'em fists, the big hulk ones that came out to promote the film, were just models of his hands. "Nothing!" he shouted, smashing his enormous fists, fists so large everyone assumed that the rock 'em fists, the big hulk ones that came out to promote the film, were just models of his hands. "Nothing!" he shouted...smashing his...enormous...FISTS!

11:12 AM Tina: Ooo.

I know you like that feedback.

And by feedback, I mean loop, and not ooo.

me: You just made a comment. In the blog of life.

11:13 AM Tina: Maybe you like Ooo, Too.

me: Is it a loop because all the letters are infinite? Both in length and in degrees?

Infinite degrees and length. Loop. looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop.

11:14 AM Tina: Did you see that Eric arted me?

Ah fuck.

Aaron took over your desk.

me: I did. You were most beautiful. Aaron took over my desk?

I don't know the meaning.

Tina: loooooooooooooooooooop

me: The reference point.

11:15 AM Tina: Eric has never arted me before.

me: No, I was becomine, becomine becomine becomine infinite for a moment, shining with my control ooooooooooo v.

Tina: Ooo