i had the worst sleep ever last nite and my stomache is hungry. i think that i drank the planet as well. we rented crash and it is rather stressful, and racist and the way it is set up something tells me that the magnolia guy has something to do with it. i dunno. i’m going to try fasting. i like how they give starving a different name to call itself so people feel vindicated and not fucking retarded.
more stuff here.
Hey Raymi! I Hope this actually reaches you…I mean
from the looks of this book you get a few nut
bags….so….
Anyways, after a few veiled threats to cafe Press i
finally was able to be the first kid on my block to
own my own Dear Raymi Chinpoko man book…
Good things: Interesting seeing some of the letters
sent to ya. That guy talking about the brown
elders…interesting…
oh and my fave “Dear Raymi, How Many ppl have you
fucked. I’ve had 50 or so 4-5 were virgins. Lynn”
i might know Lynn come to think of it….She was my
grade 10 science teacher…hey i can embellish right?
the pics were very well selected to. I still don’t get
the french hamburger thing, but i’m pretty thick so.
Well I like it all, but thought it would’ve been cool
if you had put in your response/thoughts to some of
the letters…i doubt i am breaking any trail here in
suggesting this and sure you have your own reasons for
not throwing anything like that in there.
but hey. i’ve been reading your blog for a while…you
are a fucking riot…you’re known for your writing?
why isn’t any of that stuff in there?
you might recall i saw you at the Arizona’s show in
st.caths…
you were pretty drunk and hitting on me, (it was kind
of embarassing actually) but i told you that i had
sent your link to some friends overseas in England and
Australia and to my Serb/Croat gf known as the
Outlaw.All of them agree you are a real artist.
When i first ever commented on your site i said it was
funny stuff, and you replied, “really why don’t you
get it made into a book.” trust me if i knew how i
would.
So wtf? get those stories out there. or do stand up
or something…
i’ve included some photos, one of me reading (well i’m
not really reading cuz my lips aren’t moving in the
pic) and one of the prestigious company i keep your
book in in my study (aka, the bathroom)…
you’ll notice i had your book on the go at the same
time as Dan Browns Deception Point, and the graphic
novel for Batman No Man’s Land (which is a lot like
what is going on in New Orleans right now.)
Of those 3 your’s and the Comic book are the best
reads…so for what it’s worth from me to you. Well
done.
Raymi seriously, you got some talent. I don’t give a
shit if you’re naked on your site or not. Seriously.
your site is a laugh and a half and i always look
forward to seeing how you might have gone off on some
kids in a movie theater. you take some everyday
thoughts and make great posts of them…you do a lot
more than that but i just really can’t articulate my
fave moments on your site.
so yeah i like your book (even though it’s pink and
being a straight guy living alone that takes some
comfort in one’s self to display in the open) but i
hope you write/publish some of YOUR stuff soon.
Oh last thing. if you’re still reading which i
doubt..nice trailer crasher sketch! Hack!!!
I CAN’T REALLY SAY THAT cuz i stole it from the
edge’s site…”become and inside member today!”
well hope all is well with you and phil and the cat.
and the next time you see me at a show or in the tdot
don’t let our uncomfortable meeting in st.caths
intimdate you. water under the bridge i promise…
keep writing/blogging, and i’ll keep promoting you to
my friends (both of them!)
yours truly and always on the level…
From : james
Sent : September 14, 2005 1:28:59 AM
To : parkdaleraymi@hotmail.com
Subject : RE: we were meant to be yes we were
At it again. Why do you keep coming up? Maybe its the vodka… Maybe it s fayte because clearly were meant to be, but more than likely its the gaddamn absinthe. This devils brew was drawn from the urin of lucifer himself.
It is currently film fest time. I am drimking with fancy people who ge tflashbulbs pointwed at them. That means only two tings. They think they’re famouser than me, and I think thweyre poseurs. After doing me best to lay waste toa yuppie party ( therew were sweater-vests in attendance) I stumbled upon a private rom. There were several lost looking souls and a single bottle in the centre of the circle they formed. The blonde I’d been hitting on took the bottle and poured this mysrerious liquid over a spoonfull of sugar and some ice. I was told to chug it. In complete absence of fear, I did as I was told. Upon contact of the juice with my body my entire neck siezed. Ever muscle contracted…. Lord I like this. Being completely ocd, I had to do it again.
And again.
This is a good idea I think.
3 hours I think have passed since I started this message. Mr absenthe is about t send me a bill for his services.
Is this it for our hero?
Barrf. I feel better. Disclaimer:
Absinthe is not to be effed with. It WILL make you take off you pants in pablic. Damn those were good pants. Good thing for jackets else my drunkmaildoodad would be lost.
Did I mention I look very respectable and non scary tonight?
Vanity fair wants to know – what’s on the mind of americas youth today? Write my next mastwerpiece for me now monkey
Ok go
Love
-me
just because the rose died on the vine doesn’t mean it lied to you when it was in bloom.
i fucked up my back somehow and my spine hurts so i didn’t go into the city today to talk about comic books and movie ideas i will go tomorrow instead. we rented sahara last nite, it was kinda funny and cheesy, whatever, i love penelope.
i find myself asking myself daily if it is too early to start drinking and the answer is usually yes, it is, but that doesn’t stop me.
the only thing stopping me now is that i don’t have a booze-messenger.
i’m almost done working on my book. it is called; MARKETABLE DEPRESSION.
i have sneaked in a bunch of short stories i started working on before but never finished in there to fill space. everyone who has read it so far says that it is the best.
oh and ps i saw a bear two weeks ago on our hike.
the end.
last nite we watched layer cake and got soused. well at least i did. and i was playing with the evil furry cat thing and then i stopped and rested my arm over the couch and he flew at it from across the room and made a huge gash across it and fil didn’t even discipline him with a bathroom time out.
today he is in skitchen.
what is that suppose to mean anyway?
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