and then our exile

Last night i slept on the couch. My hands were cold and i kept on waking up, but no Business Network. Instead, we (=myos familyos) were in Lahore, in Fazal Manzil, playing with cousins and whatnot, and then the Marquis-Manicoms were visiting (Ca*tlin looked very ajeeb; J*hn looked like he did in 1998; Adri*n wasn't in the picture at all though a baby called Lisa was), but the crux of the matter was that Mr.M*nicom gave me a signed copy of The Burning Eaves.(!)

Anyways. Yesterday i had a girl i used to know when we were three tell me i was going to be a great man or die young. And spring is in the air: ducks and geese are back, and there were three deer in the back field today at Fajr, and the pussywillows bloom, and everywhere green things are emerging from their leaf-covers.

Am i very evil if i want a turban like Muqtada as-Sadr? They say 60 Iraqis were martyred overnight and a massacre is being committed in Fallujah (while street fighting rages in Ramadi, Baghdad, Basra, Mosul, Sadr, Adamiya, Kufa, Kut, Karbala, Amarah, Kirkuk, Mosul, Nasiriyah, Shula). The truth of the matter is that Amerikkka has opened the gates of hell. "Paul Bremer should write a book called How To Create A Lose-Lose Situation."