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I'm working on something I'm planning to put here, but until it's "ready," how about updating you on my quotes journal?

"He has two moms and one's like his grandma." -- spike.

from 11/22/03

"Yeah, I don't really think of my guitar as a person . . . I'm sorry; I just don't." -- Katie

"That's a hook." -- me

"Now I can smack you in the head with the neck." -- Katie (about her guitar neck)

"Man, laziness is the root of all sorts of things." -- Katie "Like unwashed hair?" -- me

"(The bridge) is the wish-fulfilling cow of this song." -- Katie

"My voice is all . . . chocolatey." -- Katie

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"You like the freakiest, weird music." -- spike to me, Nov 23 03, 4:13 pm

"I haven't been doing anything. I've just been sitting around making stars." -- spike, nov 30 03

"Sorry I licked your finger with my sick hand." -- me to spike, Nov. 30 03

"Why is like my whole life pointing out to me that I am Peter Pan?" -- me, oct. 2, 03

"I can be you." -- spike.

"Shoot." -- spike.

"No no, that was a good shoot, like, shoot, that's good." -- spike

"Your foot made a crying noise." -- me to Katie

"If you feel her stomach, it feels kinda pregnant." -- me

"You know what we do with information -- we just kind of . . . waffle around it." -- Pastor Jeff

"It feels like I'm sticking out my -- hi, mom!" -- Febe

"Did you say 'wom-nut'?" -- spike

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Mill Valley

Evening at Round Table

Dom's and My poem:

It's raining and I'm smelling pizza

Music is dancing around music

Amish friendship cake

the purple onion

violins in the fog

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and someone's playing violins in the fog

darjeeling

rained on bridges

i'm not here; i'm on that hill

i'm not here; this seatbelt holds no one

What is it that makes me here and not there?

Why confined by the boundaries of physical space? What if not?

and yes we are

all just threads

and yes we are

streetlights

What is memory?

What if not?

familiar

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"I'm 'onna do a little somethin' on this toilet here." -- my dad, talking about fixing the toilet

"The sky was smoke gray, and the air smelled heavily of ash." -- Francine Rivers, As Sure As The Dawn

"Oh, and your tongue is such a pancake -- it's so flat." -- Kema (to spike trying to lick her elbow)

"I like your tree. Is it real? Can I stick my face in it?" -- Katie

"Honey, you're belching!" -- Kema

"Well some people are just belchers." -- Kema

Spike's and My Irish Drinking Song (from "Who's Line is it Anyway?"):

It's very annoying

when she says that stuff

she being my mother,

he being my fluff

stuff being her language

when I hear her speak

she talks a bunch of gibberish

out of her beak.

"Somethin' about your lips just made you look like you wanna go "quaaack!" -- me to spike

Wimply Doodle Mary -- spike's name for Ian's dog.

"We're like an old married man" -- me to spike

"I'm all having thoughts and agreeing with them." -- me

Me: "You said 'ow'."

Spike: "Oh, well I didn't mean it. I meant ow in the way of hey, you sound like a turkey and it's great."

"You are but you're cute in a 'mart way and 'mart in a cute way." -- spike to me

from envelope box from angel's camp years ago: "My dad thought and spoke considerably to me as lizards frolicked through my mind." and "fortuitous: when you hit your forties, and you try to deny it" -- denise.

"Well we found out that Bridget turned into a goose, and I asked the goose, but she didn't know anything." -- British lady (Angie) from the Bird Watching Convention.

"Dude, can I change your knobs?" -- spike to me

"It's a whole thing." -- Katie

"That's not fair! I don't have a back!" -- me

"You're hilarious. Uproarious." -- Katie

"Something about animals and that we have spirits and that I'm not you . . . there has to be a God." -- spike

"My wife and I are moving to take care of an alien momma" (really, ailing momma, but I misunderstood) -- Potter guy at church

"It's like our butts combined." -- spike

"Do you want me to move my legs so you can leg yourself?" -- me to spike

"I love wearing a long shirt, and then a short shirt, and then a plaid shirt, and then a sweatshirt." -- spike

I think that's all for now. I'm thirsty. Grapefruit soda? Happy Saturday night, all.

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