You can take the time to read the whole thing. Stop bitching. And get that smelly thing out of here. This isn't a kennel. I don't care if she's your fiance.

Burnz: what the hell are you going to do when you get out of school?
Burnz: I mean honestly, while you will be able to write a minuet........
Tore: see, the idea is that by understanding a minuet, you work on something more general and subtle that underlies it
Burnz: *jerks off and loses interest*
Burnz: and yet, you are just writing a minuet
Tore: it's a function of the two logics, analytic and synthetic
Burnz: and yet
Tore: it's just exercising them, essentially
Tore: well, if you never write the minuet, you never exercise it, now do you
Burnz: and while tai chi is a balancing and calming
Burnz: you can also just be moving and breathing
Burnz: so you don't necessarily have to excersize anything in performing the act
Burnz: that still doesn't tell me what you plan to do with your two logics when you graduate
Tore: see, the idea is that you can do anything you want
Burnz: right, you'll excuse me if I don't ask you to paint my house or perform neurosurgery
Tore: because johnnies do everything when they come out of here... there's an alumnus in almost any field you can think of
Burnz: adult film?
Tore: actually, lots of surgical doctors from here...
Tore: prolly some adult film
Tore: lots of CIA
Burnz: but I mean *you*
Tore: oh, me?
Tore: dunno what I plan to do yet
Tore: law or the priesthood
Burnz: I hope to god your kidding
Tore: nope
Tore: those are my two main career choices right now
Burnz: that is like saying "Killer or EMT"
Tore: adult film on the side, but only if I go into the priesthood
Burnz: and then only kids
Burnz: why on earth would you want to go into the priesthood?
Burnz: besides the fact it would irritate me
Tore: heh
Tore: I dunno... it actually interests me
Tore: like, you sit around all day, think, write, deal with people occasionally... that's about the sum of it
Tore: I'd prefer to be a writer, but I don't do fiction, I do analytical essays... and essayist hasn't been a profession since the 1800's
Burnz: huh, throw drink in there and you pretty much have my life
Burnz: which priethood?
Burnz: I mean which religious denomination
Tore: episcopalian
Burnz: think about the temple where you have to sit outside for 5 days and then break rocks and shave your head
Tore: the pinnacle of british protestantism
Burnz: whoopedie. Why not just go for Anglican
Tore: cuz... the anglican church isn't helping pay my way through school
Burnz: now that would be a priest I could get behind
Tore: the episcopalian one is
Burnz: ahhhhhh, I see
Tore: besides, episcopalianism doesn't have any kind of modern crap going on
Tore: no guitars in church
Tore: no dancing, clapping, testifying...
Burnz: that is the whole Idea
Burnz: Anglican is out there man
Burnz: they are the Rolling Stones of God
Tore: wow... deep thoughts of Matt Burnz
Tore: you should publish this shit
Burnz: don't I know it
Burnz: what kind of law?
Tore: dunno bout that... either PD (if philosophy wins over pragmatism) or business (as a gov lawyer... working for a business is just too soulless)
Burnz: right, but the government is the house of soul
Burnz: and R&B
Tore: yeah it... is...
Tore: see, at least the government is usually on the side of business cases that I agree with
Burnz: well, I suppose in that arena. I can't say as I am as familiar with governmental stance on business
Burnz: I know their stance on drug use though
Tore: the gov only delves into business law when it's anti-business
Tore: yeah, no way I'm doing drug cases
Burnz: oh come on. You could face off against my lawyer
Burnz: you'll like him, he drinks the blood of the innocne
Burnz: innocent*
Burnz: and sleeps in a crypt
Tore: see, I wouldn't want to
Tore: really... is he played by Keanu Reeves, or am I thinking the wrong lawyer-as-Satan movie?
Burnz: damn it all. You saw through my guise
Burnz: I thought I had you so deceived
Burnz: ironic though, I would have to choose between business and the government.....now that is a "kill them all let god sort it out" arrangement
Tore: heh
Burnz: chastity and whatnot?
Burnz: or can you touch anyone in their no no place?
Tore: no vows
Tore: priests do what they like
Burnz: huh
Burnz: how do I get into that?
Burnz: doesn't sound like a bad gig
Burnz: smoke? drink?
Burnz: hire undead lawyers?
Tore: no problems with those
Tore: might wanna switch to cigars though, has a little more class
Tore: umm... depends on how many virgins are required for the summoning rites
Burnz: I quit smoking actually
Tore: really... congrats
Burnz: wasn't enjoying it anymore
Tore: when that happens, there's really no point to it
Burnz: yep. And quitting isn't hard
Burnz: you smoke one, look at it, and go...that ain't good no more
Burnz: so after that, you think about that cigarette when you consider lighting up
Tore: wow... quite the method
Tore: see, everyone else I know who's tried to quit hasn't stopped enjoying them, though
Burnz: pussies
Burnz: or.......faggots
Burnz: did you say if you were coming home over break?
Tore: yeah, for the second week
Tore: around the 16th
Tore: but my plans are completely dynamic at the moment, as I have a car and can thus drive whenever I feel like it
Burnz: excellent
Burnz: I might just have to come down, we eat food. We get drunk
Tore: you gonna come visit the springs for a bit in there?
Burnz: if I can land a place to stay
Tore: wurd
Burnz: see, I ain't hanging with my family
Tore: and since randal has a house, I can get real trashed and pass out there
Tore: really... fallout, or just preference?
Burnz: preference essentially
Burnz: but the long and short is I don't ever wanna see them again
Tore: fun
Burnz: works well for me
Burnz: oh my god. A man named Dr. Skip Rizo said there is such a thing as suicide face
Burnz: .....whatever
Tore: heh
Tore: it looks vaguely like "rictus-of-death" face
Tore: except more gothy, usuall
Tore: y
Burnz: I don't know, I only know a handful of people that have killed themselves
Burnz: and those were just staged to look like suicide
Tore: did the stagers give an accurate representation of suicide face on the victims?
Burnz: as my own worse critic, I would say so
Burnz: I mean, passably
Tore: you're too hard on yourself
Tore: I'm sure the cops picked right up on it
Burnz: oh come now
Burnz: I am not here to please the COPS
Tore: who else will appreciate your fine work, though?
Burnz: after the review I got on that heroine overdose
Burnz: I mean, if I get one more report that reads "victim did not resemble a habitual abuser. Her skin was no sufficiently pallid, nor her veins pronounced"
Burnz: fuck that
Burnz: I bled that bitch 4 pints
Burnz: how fucking much does it take to make skin pallid?
Tore: heh
Tore: you'd be surprised... lotsa new work in that field
Burnz: I've heard good things
Tore: new injectable latex, makes the veins pronounced while adding that bluish-white tint to the skin
Burnz: tried that
Burnz: first off, on autopsy, the bitch smells like 7th grade bio frogs
Burnz: and you add like 2ccs too much and you end up popping a cappillary
Burnz: and ain't no one going to believe that the bitch was putting latex into her forearm for kicks
Tore: that's why you gotta get in on the art scene
Tore: working for the cops requires too much compromise
Burnz: sometimes I wonder why I care so much
Tore: you just doing it for the love, brotha
Tore: and the hos
Burnz: yeah man, I am out there on the strip stabbing tourists so that the kids on the street have a chance
Burnz: and these punks writing true crime novels about shit they don't understand. Making a buck off my success
Tore: one day, man... one day...
Burnz: maybe I should be a cop
Tore: indeed
Burnz: I think I would be good at that. abusing my power. Walking the beat. Spinning my club
Tore: that would rock
Tore: hitting people
Burnz: saying things like "hey Sal, keeping your nose clean"
Burnz: and "takin' care of yourself there Tammi? How's that baby?"
Tore: heh... eating donuts
Burnz: smoking all the time with jerky camerawork
Burnz: hitting a guy with a phone book in the interrogation room
Tore: doing lines of coke off the hood of your dodge, if you wanna be a corrupt one
Tore: heh
Burnz: lord yes. Taking kickbacks
Burnz: ducking the IRS
Burnz: trying to accessorize a purse that goes with my shoulder holster
Tore: why not just replace the holster outright?
Tore: they are so last month
Burnz: what should I carry my gat in?
Burnz: I mean, my gucci handbag isn't really made for quick draw
Tore: hrmm... excellent point...
Tore: I gotta take off... guess you can contemplate cross-dressing corrupt policemen by yourself, if you really want.