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oh something is ridiculously fucked with this blog. yes i know there is a blurb that i repeated up there and it has that durn “edit ::) shit beside it but i can’t seem to be able to delete it so fuck it man. fuck it.
i did five stupid things last nite:
rode bike along bloor for twenty minutes in the wrong direction
decided to ride back but then was too tired
was going to take subway back but as i was carrying my bike down the stairs the chain fell off and so i spent 15 minutes trying to get it back on. got grease/oil all over myself
was a turnstile entrance thing and i had no token to get thru, so going all the way down the stairs, having bike chain fall off wasn’t even worth it and then when i went to the other entrance i was so out of breath/exhausted that i let go of my fucking bike and it fell all the way down the fucking stairs
was 1.5 hours late in meeting friends.
my life is hell. yes. anyway, here’s a poem-thing i wrote. Ode to Pharmaceutical Narcotics

i’m probably never going to hear the end of this from my mum but, meh. a raymi admirer sent this all the way from france and i thought it was far too sexy to keep to myself.
oh man what a weekend. gayed it up at the gay parade thing, beer-gardened it for a bit then over to a ragin’ booty call of a party wherein the birthday girl smashed out a tooth from hitting the corner of a table with her mouth – she was duct-taped and therefore was unable to break fall (email me heather, tell me how you’re doing btw). however, partying carried on ’til the wee hours – plenty of tit-baring, lapdances, grinding and slapping across faces. photos to prove it, eventually. apparently i can be a bit manipulative/masochist-like when drunk. meh. “Come on, no one’s looking. show me your tits….” i want people to start emailing me and lemme know whether they be comin’ to my b-side thinga-ma-jig. please do that. raymi@minxraymi.com
i’m probably never going to hear the end of this from my mum but, meh. a raymi admirer sent this all the way from france and i thought it was far too sexy to keep to myself.
hi ho. it’s hot in tha’ city and shit. raining off and on. wet hussy nite at the b-side is still on JULY 11. be there or be square. been on and off the sauce. bbq’s and tanlines.
oh yeh. more from anti – ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIAN SPEAKS
email from a pussy/queef fan:
when I am inside and her pussy farts I think it feels good, not the sound but the feeling it gives. it happens allot when she is on top then we change and I get on top. I put it in and on the out stroke that’s when the air gets the chance to escape. feels good, I also think its funny.
This is the funniest thing i’ve seen lately.DRINKING SAVES. it’s true.
“Dude, do i have dust on my ear cuz i just scratched it.”
“No but you have hair dye stains on your earlobe.”
“Oh, that sucks.”
dyed my hair black with a hint of blue. nice shade. sucks that it stained my hands, fingers, forehead and neck. meh. it’ll eventually wear off. i hope. went to this mean little party last nite. challenged this dude who was talking shit to a dance contest in front of everyone. he went first and did this goofy little number. then i went and rocked it ’til the cows came home. the dude offered up a bourbon after that. i said no. don’t much like bourbon and also, i was plastered enough. geez, dance contest? come on. i have also decided to bring skipping back to the streets. wanna join my rock ‘n roll jump rope gang? it’ll be so dope. just wait. the first thing you’ll learn is the “skip attack” in which you throw your rope around someone and attempt to skip them to death. it’s gold. i tried to skip up the stairs and almost did a faceplant. pretty dangerous business.