March 19, 2009

  • cryptic.text.message

    Last night, as Duke and i were watching an ep of "30 Rock on my laptop -- we're about three behind somehow -- we heard my cell phone text alert go off three times in a row.

    I figured it was probably Catty, texting me about "Lost." We hadn't watched the night's episode yet, so i didn't check the message.

    "It's probably something like, Oh. My. God," i tell Duke.

    This morning, though, at work, my curiosity gets the better of me. I decide to read the messages. They're from some 646 number (is that the New York area?) and they're one long strange misunderstanding that got divided into three texts.

    Here are the cryptic, poetic messages:

    When you're here let's devour the city. Let's taste the lines of nelson algren and rest them on our palates and our tits. Then say yes we will no matter

    the cost. We will buy it. We Will say yes. Standing in a once sensible coat we will maintain a just so satchel of bohemia and we will eat our eggs and nod

    . Because it is the thing to do. Or come to my place for bloody mary's and profundity. It is large. Join in u in the corner. Step up front. Rise.

    ***
    Can anyone interpret this gobbledygook? I mean, it sounds like fun and all, but whaaa?