::: East-West of the Border :::

::: East-West of the Border :::

Well, I had about a good 45 minutes or so of a damn fine Daily
Soliloquy typed in to the Computer Television Screan here at the City
College Learning Resource Library but my sister called me up on my
Portable Cellular Telephonic Communications Device Utensile Thingie
and in the interest of Consideration for Others I turned the chair
around backwards and placed a Relatively Holy Paper that some lady
gave me this morning on the Computer Typewriter Keyboard to indicate
that this workstation was currently IN USE even though the humanoid
responsible for the letters on the Computer Screan was currently not
sitting in the chair facing that same Computer Screan.

Anyways, here's what the Relatively Holy Paper said (and I only went
up to talk to her because she looked like Robin from a little
distance ... even down to wearing the same colored tight jeans, T-
shirt and fur-lined white nylon jacket, but I'm pritty much Blind as a
Bat Out of Hell when it comes to seeing anything clearly if it's
further than about five (5) or 6 (six) feet away from my eyes when I'm
looking at it (or her, or whatever), and I said, "Oh, you're not
Robin ..." and smiled almost a little bit embarrassed and she smiled
back and gave me the paper) verbatim:


     MATTHEW 16:16

     JESUS YOU
     ARE CHRIST
     THE SON OF
     LIVING
     GOD AND
     YOU ARE MY
     SAVIOR
     THANK YOU
     JESUS AMEN


She was either Asian or Phillipino.

And pretty cute, too.

So I went outside and talked to my Sister for just about 6 1/4 minutes
(because I'm almost COMPLEATLEY out of minutes on this phone and can't
buy any more until Monday late afternoon when my Check gets hear PLUS
it'll be easier to buy moar minutes because I got rid of Robin last
night ... well, actually, I started the fatal argument early in the
mourning of the day the humanoids generally refer to as Thursday (like
Thor's Day but *NOT* at ALL like Thor-a-Zine) and she ended up calling
me last night on the cell *I* got her from someone ELSE'S place and
calling me a "chump" then passing the phone off to some a**hole who
said, "Hay, Blue, I'm licking the SH*T out of your bitches' p*ssy
right now" so I just said, "F*ck off, c*nt!" and hung up the phone
then got all of her stuff into a big cardborde box -- like all her
clothes and books and paperworks and medications (including her
precious Dilantin anti-seizure meds) and dragged the box down the
stairs and outside (they've nailed the screans onto the windowsills
hear as I have 4 almost floor to ceiling windows (with a 14' high
ceiling!) [two of wiche look out over 5th St. and the other two of
witch look out over G-Spot ((oops!  I mean, G Street!))] and just
walked out into the middle of all the early night (about 9:00pm
Pacific Standard Daylight Savings Time Zone time) traffic with people
slamming on their brakes and honking their horns and stuff and I held
up the big box and proceeded to dump it all out onto the middle of the
intersection of 5th & G as I walked in a big circle through the
intersection really slow, making all the cars stay there and watch and
keep honking their horns and stuff, then when the box was empty I just
tossed it onto the hood of some blue colored cab with some towel-head
cab-driver behind the wheel and threw up both arms with the middle
fingers of both hands fully extended and said rilly loude, "F*CK YOU,
ROBIN!" and that was the end of it.

I mean, don't get me wrong here, she's really a pretty red-hot f*ck
and her oral skills are phenomenally impressive but she's a Scorpio
beeotch born year of the Dragon(!).

PLUS, she's *ANOTHER* Abuse-Cycle-Fight-&-F*ck B*tch!

I don't know WHAT the freakin DEAL is around here but it seems like
they ALL are that way anymoar!

Whatever happened to the time when chicks used to be cool?  And fun?
And a genuine PLEASURE to hang out with and get naked with and fall in
love with and stuff?

Whatever happened to the times when there were TONS of those really
cool chicks around?

I mean, HAVE THEY ALL GONE FREAKIN' *EXTINCT* OR WHAT?!?

!!! aBUSE-cYCLE-fIGHT-&-f*CK-sCORPIO-dRAGON-b*TCH-sL*T-c*NTS-fROM-
h*LL !!!

'Nuff said ... ?

So, anyways, I got back to the workstation hear (after only 6 1/4
minutes PLUS all those markers I put up indicating THIS WORKSTATION
CURRENTLY IN USE!) *PLUS* there were PLENTY of other free workstations
available, and some a**wipe had grabbed it, erased all I had typed in
to the Computer Screan and shut down all my open sessions (or
"windows" as Bill W. and his Butt-Doctor-Buddy call 'em) and started
typing his OWN letters onto the Computer Screne that *I* was in the
process of using!

So I came up and whispered pritty loud, "D*mn, dude, what's up with
that?!  I left all those markers to indicate I'd be right back and
sh*t and there were plenty of other workstations available, why'd you
go and destroy all my sh*t?!  I wouldn't've done that to you."

And that's true.

I wouldn't've.

But he just smiled that smug smile like, "Washugonna due-bout-tit,
white-boy?"

So I just looked at him with somewhat amused contempt and went
"shhhhh" -- you know the way you just kind of arrogantly let out that
hissing "shhhh" sound out of your mouth like "F*CK you, a**wipe, you
ain't EVEN worth doing any time over and I'm having too nice a day to
let you f*ck it up for me, so you're just another annoying little
mosquito as far as I'm concerned."

So he shot back oneathem Eyes-O-Death glares and I proceeded to ignore
him as I went over to another workstation to start typing all these
words right now onto a DIFFERENT Computer Screan.

Oh yeah -- did I mention that he is a Negro?

Anyways, here's the stuff related to the Title and ostensible
Structure and Purpose of this Synchronistic Missive entitled ...

::: East-West of the Border :::

Borders Magic Shelf
=============
http://www.borders.com/online/store/Home

On the Borderline
=============
http://www.hotmoviesale.com/p35476/On-The-Borderline.html?ec=1

Borderline Personality Disorder
=======================
Borderline personality disorder is a condition characterized by
impulsive actions, mood instability, and chaotic relationships.

Symptoms:
----------------
Relationships with others are intense and unstable, swinging wildly
from love to hate and back again. People with BPD will engage in
frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment.

BPD patients may also have uncertainties about their identity or self-
image. They tend to see things in terms of extremes, either all good
or all bad. Such people also typically view themselves as victims of
circumstance and take little responsibility for themselves or their
problems.

Other symptoms include:
------------------------------------
Recurrent acts of crisis such as wrist cutting, overdosing, or self-
mutilation
Frequent displays of inappropriate anger
Feelings of emptiness and boredom
Intolerance of being alone
Impulsiveness with money, substance abuse, sexual relationships, binge
eating, or shoplifting

Causes:
------------
Personality disorders are chronic patterns of behavior that impair
relationships and work. The cause of borderline personality disorder
(BPD) is unknown. People with BPD are impulsive in areas that have a
potential for self-harm, such as drug use, drinking, and other risk-
taking behaviors.

Risk factors for BPD include abandonment issues in childhood or
adolescence, sexual abuse, disrupted family life, and poor
communication within the family. This personality disorder tends to
occur more often in women and among hospitalized psychiatric patients.

Therefore the DSM-IVb TR concludes that All Impressions of Brother
Blue Are Wrong.


BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

               -=oOo=-

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