el mundo del mundo moderno

as they sent my organic baked sweet potato through the xray machine for the third time I felt a sense of security wash over me.  probably similar to how the sweet potato itself feels in a dark box penetrated with scientific waves but covered by cellophane

whqt these saven digits did blew my mind

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everytime I step on a plane to fly across the sea I think about that scene in the never ending story where they walk through a narrow valley and big obelisks have lasers. its dark but blue and white.  dark blue.  maybe id rather die like that than with three hundred strangers in very cold pacific water.  or maybe thats conan the barbarian.  but then this phone number came along and changed everything. I get free texts and incoming calls.  sprint had 10 cents a minute back in the first gulf war.  I can see that pen dropping but thankfully I cant remember the sound. or was it a coin. the more you know.

and with this number you can reach me anywhere, as long as I have battery on my phone and remember to turn on the talkatone app, and oh yeah cell phone coverage, but at least thats nearly universal in korea (yes I said that, and I said this in parentheses).  also one more condition, that is more about me self agrandizing because youre really here to read about me and not that wonderful phone buy a bigmac number that nobody sponsored me to popularize, and that is that this number will only work if north korea is not blowing us all up, because I live here and thats what I think about.  if north korea attacked my data probably wouldnt work for awhile.  thats torture for me.  im not kidding.  id probably really need data, oh yes. that grapevine shrivels up real fast when everyone runs away with their clothes all torn and their feet bleeding.

anyways, more about me. I dont have much to say, and not much to offer.  so maybe you shouldn't take it personally that I only email you twice a year and even then only to finish the first email because I accidentally hit send half way through. so, now we are connected again, the possibilities are limited, and maybe you can couch surf in korea some time.  amd my number might change but you can always email me or talk to me on facebook, and I can ignore you or read your message after my morning shower before work and oiling my beard and then file it away under very important should do that later next Tuesday at four, but youll never know and I will mostly think about you in terms of you thinking im running away from life at best qnd secretly bearing  a grudge over that time you misunderstood our mutual friends breakup and thought I sided with that bitch.  but youll never know, unless you reach me at that number.

im about to transfer but I want to tie it in to the beginning because this is the alpha and the omega.  if atreyu or conan dies, people will still remember me for my phone number, even after it connects you with someone else when im done using it.  you can use it to talk into my ear, to spread our conversation like the blood on his sword or that flying dog.