Confessions of a Diva: Nihill Responsible For Personality
Well it's true, 95 per cent of my personality these days is the direct result of Scorpio (I don't believe in that nonsense) Scott Nihill.
The whole, "I'm in it for his sisters" angle has been played out to death like Hogan versus Bundy with the bad ribs so 1985.
I like the Nihill sisters, but they're not half the man Scott is. Tonight we spent a good time with a Pisces Russian Spy named Olga with surveillance bangs and eyes with 16 cameras in them.
She helped me with a muscle term because I'm writing about spines. But the blue ink has spilled over the page and now I can't read her fucking handwriting; Scotty was like, "You can have that pen," it's all part of his plan, he knows little things set me off, and that I'll likely go on a sparrow killing spree.
I have just googled the part of Olga's handwriting that remains from the ancient ruins of 1:24am, and it's quadratus lumborum thank you Dr. Googs, thank you Olga. Her boyfriend is also from "Chicago" which is Broderick/Bueller code for "Russian Spy"
http://images.google.ca/images?hl=en&q=russian%20spy&sa=N&tab=wi
We're going ahead without Chelsea or Donna Summers to film Creepy Dungeon Video, I just have to write the script that no one will follow.
Let's take a look at the clip http://www.notho.net/video
I’ve had a pretty strange week, Griffin Awards was fun but short-lived, I didn’t stay as long as I thought, mainly because I just didn’t feel the love; but let me see, oh yeah so I hosted the after-small press book fair reading and I was quite good to the .6 people who showed up.
Then I went to a party with rob mclennan who was in town to do some photocopying and eat at the Victory Cafe Seniors Home Poetry Centre.
At this party which was in a house filled with York University Campus Patrollers and Radio Felt, I met a paperclip from Quill & Quire and told them theys has bunny ears as a result of standing in front of a plant. Then I talked to Ewan and some other literary figures in the community.
Today I made plans to work on things with my usual slew of video artists who are in body casts. Is it just me or is my silver bike looking more and more like a Tie-Fighter each day?
http://www.aerotechdesigns.com/assets/jtenspeedearrings3.jpg
I realize now, more than ever that I am so very special and unreasonably glamourous and that I should only exist in quicktime.
Or live in the bottom of a giant sexy milkshake.
Scott was in his usual insane form, and he insisted on me doing finger-paintings for every idea I uttered; it was time consuming. A pen exploded en route to Brunswick Avenue, this is the second major fluid loss I've had at Scott's since Red Wine 6/2/2006
"Have you seen my dildo?"
"You don't have a dildo."
"Oh, have you seen my boyfriend?"
So much is going on to get me convicted of larger crimes in the community it's great. If it's not illegal drugs or prostitution allegations, it's hosting small press readings.
I resurrected my motion-picture idea CORRINE: THE LOST YEARS which is about a loser who is giving a girl he never dated time to come to her senses. It’s just so fun to think about.
”She’s dating 34 men over the next 15 years and we’ll see what happens,” says the narrator of Corrine. Dreamworks is interested in shooting in Spring 2046, but I’ll likely be at Indigo. So we’ll get Tom Hanks Jr. to star with Angelina Jolie’s third world granddaughter.
Dear Canada Council will now branch off into a Fingerpainting community sponsorship scandal where the good Council refuses to rebuild a budding fingerpainting headquarters and artist centre.
If I ran the world, it would not look the way it does.
I’ve been reading tons of Anne Carson lately, trying to get into the mood. I’ve also been doing Sappho push-ups and two Chinese Catullus chin-ups each day.
I have tons of blue ink on my hands, keys, wallet and a plastic cup if anyone needs any.
Ink Donnors: It's in you to give. Unless you are not so good, then don't use ink.
Picking up his lazy corpse, Catullus recognizes extreme hints of his own aftershave
suggests a haircut to himself
unkempt bard
his black hair has grown over parts of his ears; the rest jets forwards, his bangs growing towards his thin eyebrows. Grey eyes are veiled briefly in the sheath of tea fog.
The whole, "I'm in it for his sisters" angle has been played out to death like Hogan versus Bundy with the bad ribs so 1985.
I like the Nihill sisters, but they're not half the man Scott is. Tonight we spent a good time with a Pisces Russian Spy named Olga with surveillance bangs and eyes with 16 cameras in them.
She helped me with a muscle term because I'm writing about spines. But the blue ink has spilled over the page and now I can't read her fucking handwriting; Scotty was like, "You can have that pen," it's all part of his plan, he knows little things set me off, and that I'll likely go on a sparrow killing spree.
I have just googled the part of Olga's handwriting that remains from the ancient ruins of 1:24am, and it's quadratus lumborum thank you Dr. Googs, thank you Olga. Her boyfriend is also from "Chicago" which is Broderick/Bueller code for "Russian Spy"
http://images.google.ca/images?hl=en&q=russian%20spy&sa=N&tab=wi
We're going ahead without Chelsea or Donna Summers to film Creepy Dungeon Video, I just have to write the script that no one will follow.
Let's take a look at the clip http://www.notho.net/video
I’ve had a pretty strange week, Griffin Awards was fun but short-lived, I didn’t stay as long as I thought, mainly because I just didn’t feel the love; but let me see, oh yeah so I hosted the after-small press book fair reading and I was quite good to the .6 people who showed up.
Then I went to a party with rob mclennan who was in town to do some photocopying and eat at the Victory Cafe Seniors Home Poetry Centre.
At this party which was in a house filled with York University Campus Patrollers and Radio Felt, I met a paperclip from Quill & Quire and told them theys has bunny ears as a result of standing in front of a plant. Then I talked to Ewan and some other literary figures in the community.
Today I made plans to work on things with my usual slew of video artists who are in body casts. Is it just me or is my silver bike looking more and more like a Tie-Fighter each day?
http://www.aerotechdesigns.com/assets/jtenspeedearrings3.jpg
I realize now, more than ever that I am so very special and unreasonably glamourous and that I should only exist in quicktime.
Or live in the bottom of a giant sexy milkshake.
Scott was in his usual insane form, and he insisted on me doing finger-paintings for every idea I uttered; it was time consuming. A pen exploded en route to Brunswick Avenue, this is the second major fluid loss I've had at Scott's since Red Wine 6/2/2006
"Have you seen my dildo?"
"You don't have a dildo."
"Oh, have you seen my boyfriend?"
So much is going on to get me convicted of larger crimes in the community it's great. If it's not illegal drugs or prostitution allegations, it's hosting small press readings.
I resurrected my motion-picture idea CORRINE: THE LOST YEARS which is about a loser who is giving a girl he never dated time to come to her senses. It’s just so fun to think about.
”She’s dating 34 men over the next 15 years and we’ll see what happens,” says the narrator of Corrine. Dreamworks is interested in shooting in Spring 2046, but I’ll likely be at Indigo. So we’ll get Tom Hanks Jr. to star with Angelina Jolie’s third world granddaughter.
Dear Canada Council will now branch off into a Fingerpainting community sponsorship scandal where the good Council refuses to rebuild a budding fingerpainting headquarters and artist centre.
If I ran the world, it would not look the way it does.
I’ve been reading tons of Anne Carson lately, trying to get into the mood. I’ve also been doing Sappho push-ups and two Chinese Catullus chin-ups each day.
I have tons of blue ink on my hands, keys, wallet and a plastic cup if anyone needs any.
Ink Donnors: It's in you to give. Unless you are not so good, then don't use ink.
Picking up his lazy corpse, Catullus recognizes extreme hints of his own aftershave
suggests a haircut to himself
unkempt bard
his black hair has grown over parts of his ears; the rest jets forwards, his bangs growing towards his thin eyebrows. Grey eyes are veiled briefly in the sheath of tea fog.