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[Jan. 22nd, 2005|12:01 am] |
oh, i'm "blogging" in my xanga now. www.xanga.com/g0ut
This isn't going to be deleted but i'm not sure what'll become of it. |
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[Jan. 15th, 2005|09:14 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | David Bowie "Rebel Rebel" | ] |
bicylcle i love you and now that i'm inside your spokes
I'm going to take a shame shamrock picture
And paint over it just for you, and i want out of your spokes
please it's just one fucking request for a moron
who placed his trust in a merchant up town
i'd like to speak with his manager, if only his manager was around
In the flesh
I wish you were in my skin forever
I wish i could keep you on a chain
So when the cabins hit the ground hard
I'd hardly have to stop and check for pressure
Your ugly fists with fists upon them are so rubber
Your no human being
I guess that was just something that occured to me. Bicycle soppository. That's basicly all it's about, maybe there was one part about a bridge and rain i was trying to remember for a while but i think i might have just dreampt that part. Maybe if you thought a bicycle was a person and you got to ride all the time.. maybe you'd be touching that bicycle in the wrong place... you know? I think maybe you would, and yeah... jam those things up your ass. Maybe you wouldn't. I'm very stoned and it's degrading.
I learned to play my favorite part of 2112 today, i am happy about that. Never ever smoke grass, it's the most annoying thing. You can't remember thoughts that you are thinking. You don't even quit making a thought and then you've forgoten it. It makes for short conversations. I don't care, really, it's cliche` by miles and miles and i hate idiots that go on and on about MARAWAAAMAMANANAMOMMAZITAS but wow, i absolutely love grass. I love it like people love chocolate though, i don't worship it and think about it all the time, but man when i've got it it's like "yeah, this is great." so remember, when i say "Go" you say "Browns".
Let's try that out once. GO!
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| Big Bird gave us the hickups. |
[Jan. 10th, 2005|06:36 pm] |
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| | Slayer "Angel of Death" | ] |
Really, given the ability to choose my activity at any given time, i will probably pick reading or drawing. Two things i really love. I'm half way through "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and i should be done with it before the night is over. I got done with "Silk" today also. Very good, also very sad. I feel the need to use the old pen and ink but i'm too lazy to go all the way downstairs to pursue that intrest. Sigh.
I'm losing weight like mad. I'm down to about 141 or 42 lbs. now. I've lost about fourty lbs. in over four months. Once it gets a bit warmer i will probably resume the walk taking i enjoy.
I've learned that when music tires you out, you can always go to industrial and strange electronic beats for background noise. KMFDM is still one of the best industrial bands i know of. |
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| Moved on up to the townhouse |
[Jan. 6th, 2005|10:19 pm] |
I'm reading a great novel called "Silk". I recommend it to anyone who enjoys horror fiction, as it does indeed give you the whillies or at least put respect in you for how frightening the situations described would be. I am enjoying this book, mainly, because while i love Brite's work, hers never scared me. It was more of a drama or romance. This is a very creepy book, mixed in with the good things about Brite's work. Though it is not written by her, the author is Caitlin R. Kiernan.
To be honest, i'm not exactly sure i like Brite's new books. I enjoyed "The Value of X" and the stories in "The Devil You Know", but i'm afraid it is more or less down to the formula of: homosexuals + cooking + y (a conflict of some sort)+ the setting of new orleans + drugs or some sort of illegal substance = novel. I don't think that it's bad for her to write stories like this because she enjoys cooking or food now, and she loves new orleans, that's understandable and i have no problem with that. It just seems like the premesis for the newer books are more or less the same. Do, however, note that i have not read Liquor. Only reviews and the back of the book/ what the author has writen about it. I might actualy enjoy it if i did read it, so i'm mearly thinking aloud here. To my tastes, at least, she is still one of the best writers i've ever known of, i'm just a little precautious as to how many more novels about gay people in New Orleans cooking gormet food i can read. I dislike food in general, and i especialy hate gormet cooking for the sheer price you pay for it. It seems like such a waste, but i am a pretty conservative person when it comes to food.
In any case, i love Poppy Z. Brite's novels and i will probably read Liquor and feel like a moron for being so skeptical of this awesome writer's capabilities.
Oh, Caitlin R. Kiernan.. yes, check her out. |
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| Good Afternoon. |
[Jan. 5th, 2005|12:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | creative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Iron Maiden "Two Minutes to Midnight" | ] |
I'm home from school today because my stomach was hurting this morning. Just writing and watching Galdiator and the history channel. I did a pen and ink piece a while ago (about an hour) and there is nothing more fun than changing those heads when they're slicked up with ink or water you used to wash the ink off. The edges are dull, but when your pulling it out of an air tight little holder then they cut you. Thank god for guitar caluses.
That bloody painting is still in progress. I haven't worked so thuroughly on a painting sense the woman at the Art Haven stood over me telling me that my Gray Landscape 1 painting wasn't finished yet. This one almost looks technicolored to me. I might do a sequil to the Gray Landscape thing because i really love the way the first one turned out.
Other than all of that, i've been doing relatively little besides writing poetry, which is strange, because nothing sparked that in me. I wasn't reading poetry, i wasn't talking about it... but it just kind of came out of me onto notebook paper so, why fight it huh? It spilled out of my slashed wrists soo goth.
A NEEDLE CRIED, “CHANGE!”
Charging little boys shooting scattered plasma material into a sea of deep awe. The audience is running wild in panic, furry, aggression, every simplistic emotion imaginable. Our ties get wide, and bigger as they fall, they flail around. Wimps for love and tear coated destiny falling through a great big awe. The great big awe.
And there’s a smile on an old man’s face as he stops and asks, “where am I where have I ended up in this cruel world” and another joins him on the plasma screen, the one that’s been painted by the boys. He says “father… I’m a married man now, and I knew this day would come.”
The little ones scratch their eyes in appreciation, and gnaw at the brains. The ovular intestine organ in shape with moons and stars and planetary psychopathic killing speeds of light or death. If darkness has a speed. And they lash out at their own fuel supplies like motor men on some distant planet far from here. They scream at one another and tear down walls for walls have always kept them in line, and the line becomes a stagnant black snake, that doesn’t move. And all at once it jumps catching the bird in flight, seizing its wings between four long living teeth, pinning beaks and battered feathers for cosmic waves or some other fastened hypodermic hex. And the bird cries out, as the snake hunts… Belly and all inside.
That's just something i wrote a few nights ago. By-far not my best, but i can't say i'm not fond of it. I know the title is a little corny but it was one of those things where i didn't even look at the keyboard or screen while i was typing. I didn't pause hardly at all either, it just came out as my fingers moved, and i didn't feel like changing it to please anyone. |
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| Bringing in the New Year with yourself. |
[Dec. 31st, 2004|09:02 pm] |
So, another New Year's alone. Wooh. Dick Clark cannot salvage my soul this year!
I was invited out to a few places... but i knew then that it would be pointless to go. Merlinna told me of parties and great gatherings of flesh and fucking, but i declined her invite, because i really dislike parties that consist only of drinking and fucking. I do those things on a more private note, and drinking i do alone or with a close friend. In public like that seems to be a social status proof, like "I myself am fucked up. I am inserting my cock into her mouth, and I am a real person." I've got nothing to prove.
So... plans for tonight. Um... Well, i want to watch Southpark and then maybe i'll play some video games. If i could find a chocolate bar i would be set, i have this want for chocolate lately and i think i may be pregnant. I don't like candybars that much even. |
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| Confusion and Sleep. |
[Dec. 31st, 2004|03:38 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | The Doors "Hello, I Love You" | ] |
I've done nothing but paint in the past couple days. It's like a relapse or something. I remember Jon's house on Tuesday and then... painting. Like a mad man. I've really shunned my oils because i haven't been able to use them correctly, but maybe later on today i will fool around with them again. Acrylic is still my medium of choice. Nice runny, almost watercolor consistancy, Acrylic.
I've been working on something new, and i think it's wrather good as it's not a monochrome scheme like my other two "good" paintings. It is a woman i remember seeing in church just about every sunday with lots of makeup on, but she's got a mouth full of nasty chompers and she's made out of organic slush... I guess it's a little Giger esque but it looks nothing like his art. Giger inspires me a lot and i guess i base a lot of my work off of certain techniques he uses, but our paintings look nothing alike. Mine are far more cartoonish.
That reminds me, i bought his 1964 - 1984 retrospective at media play the other day. It was the first book of his i rented from the library. Ahh... memories.
I'd forgoten about Pearl Jam. How did i forget about Pearl Jam? I forgot how great that band is, and i am dissapointed in myself. Riot Act... is alright, but not close to my favorite.
I never took to photography, and i suppose the reason is that i'm prejudice of photographers. I've met some nice ones, but the majority of those i've met are assholes, and look down thier noses at anyone who doesn't own a model 37367 portasilverfold with esp for compact presario extension software module production. And the substance of the lot like that were the artsy twats i avoid anyway. I can't seem to tell a bad picture from a good picture anyway. They all look good to me. In fact, i'm not sure you can take a bad photo, as long as the subject mater is in the picture and there isn't one of your fingers accidently in the shot, or if it's blurry or something. Photography never seemed like art to me really, altered photographs with digital software were alright if they were made into something new and pretty, but i still never saw photographs as something the photographer was responsible for. (digital artwork done on a computer is a different story, and i enjoy that sort of thing quite a bit sometimes) Like, you took the picture... but that is all you did. You did not create what was in the picture, and it did not come of you. It's not your art. That's just how i think of it anyway, but i'm sure if i took a class or something, someone would explaine to me that it was much more than that etc. and that i'm wrong. In fact, i did take a photography class at CCAD one year and it was when i saw that photography wasn't my thing. The three very attractive teachers sat around and gossiped about thier lives on campus and then said something about photography and we were off to take pictures... of stuff. We took pictures of a church downtown, and a few cars, and then some other things i can't remember. Then we developed them and it was like "oh. that turned out... like... good i guess." and some that i thought were more interesting than the others (because of the image in them) and spoke up about like "Oh, i think that one's cool." were not "cool". The teachers were like "yeah.. um... why don't you go sit out in the hall." and the one's they liked were completely boring to me. "This is a good picture... do you see the (insert photo term) here? That gives it a (insert pronoun) look. This is a really good picture." They looked fine to me, but they were dull, and did not make me feel anything but sad. I also took note that cameras, film, photodeveloping liquid, and the big machines used to print the photographs were expensive to no extent, and also jammed and fucked up a lot. So i decided photography sucked and stuck with painting and drawing, where pencils and pens and paint brushes don't malfunction and ruin entire projects unless hurled in your project's direction.
But, i'm probably just horribly missinformed about the whole process of photo critiquing. Oh well. |
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| Telepathic messages may be interupted by bloating and other effects of the t-virus... |
[Dec. 27th, 2004|06:28 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Blind Guardian "Holy War" | ] |
Today was Eastland mall... i remember how much i hate hanging out with people that dress like thier straight out of the goddamn DeathxMortem catalouge. Merlinna dresses fine, Merlinna has decent taste and still keeps the edge she wants too without looking like a fool, but her friend... Katrian... Christena? Whatever, she's obese, she belches like a fat dog and is extreamly annoying. On top of all this she wears bondage pants and yellow fishnet with some band shirt or another etc. SOO DARK! OH SOOO DARK!!
Listen, i'm not one to care about clothing. I don't give a damn about who wears what when it's not obscenely tacky and stupid, but this was obscenely tacky and stupid, and i dislike the girl anyway. Add the fact that she's fat and has the juciest belches i've ever heard and you have a very unpleasent person. But then again.. i guess my standards are a bit high. I looked really out of place with the group of them (the other one being Ben F. who didn't say much and was digging the megadeth) as i wore no black. Foo foo i am not cool huh? Anyway, i just felt kind of nostalgic in that sense, i used to think people were so afraid of me or intimidated or weirded out at the mall back when i was a DARKGIAWWTHHIHATEPREPS@@ a few years back, but actualy they just found me hillarious. And now i can empithize with them.
Conclusion: choose noob saibot in mortal combat trillogy. he is really cool u no? u no? |
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| Christmas Cheer! |
[Dec. 26th, 2004|01:46 am] |
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| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Blind Guardian "Battlefield" | ] |
A nice ol' Christmas befell me this year. I got much needed literature, and music, and... movies. Say hello to Army of Darkness on... gasp... DVD! With absolutely no special features other than brief text! VHS is so dead! Hail the might of the disc.
Oh yeah, and i got a set of oil paints. We're back in buisness kids!
No, it really was a splendid haul, and a pretty good time. Lots of family which is good and bad, but mostly good. I got to play Dr. Robotnick's Mean Bean Machine for about four hours and that is definately a plus. I want a gamecube just for the purpose of playing that game... and it's basicly upsidedown tetris. Mih, i'm atracted to multicolored blocks that explode and dissapear... it's not that strange... |
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[Dec. 21st, 2004|05:21 pm] |
Health class required us to read a book about a MENTAL DISORDER SO DIFFERENT IT IS DRAMATIC U CAN NOW LEARN ABOUT HOW WRONG YOU WERE TO JUDGE ME I AM NOT DEPRESSED PLEASE DON'T JUDGE MY GAY GRANDMOTHER, so i went down to our school library and picked out a novel my cousin recommended to me: After the First Death by Robert Cormier. Interesting... Apparently, while the other sophmores will read SUICIDE! YOUR ONLY CHOICE! or HOW TO KILL FAGGOTS CAUSE THEY'RE INSANE vol.5, i will read about a bus of six year olds with a driver who is seventeen with an overactive bladder, being hyjacked by an Anti-American group of rebels in New England. This pleases me to no end, and while it's not shocking post 120 Days of Sodom, it's still a very intense story.
*well, i suppose 120 Days wasn't supposed to be an intense story so much as offensive or shocking, but you get the point.
The last few days were fine. Nothing big came up really, but i got Subteranian Jungle by the Ramones from a collage professor friend of mine (that's right! i am soo kewler than u cause i hv the oldr frendzz) in the mail, and i need to write her back. |
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[Dec. 18th, 2004|03:44 pm] |
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| | Jimi Hendrix "Hey Joe" | ] |
So, the show went well i suppose. I really felt it the first three songs, but i blew it to shit after that multiple times in Atroecity and after the break we took. But uh, people still said they loved it and that we "rocked". Someone said we sounded like Nirvana. That's a complement i won't soon forget, but at the same time... i really don't want to sound anything like Nirvana (or any other band for that matter). Joe hugged me a lot and told me i kicked ass etc. That guy jumped on me when he saw me at the other venue at early dark. His hugs of death will not be forgoten either. All in all, it was a good show, and a good time for me and Jon.
We jumped in the car after a bit and sailed away to Dave's where his kid was a loudmouthed bastard, and we threatened him constantly because alien was on and he wouldn't shut up. (by the way... in the remastered version we saw, there was a scene where the captured crew of the ship were hanging from the wall in that alien grease saying "kill meeehhghh" like in Resurection)Uh.. yeah, we bought a carton of reds and i didn't sleep all night for some reason. Maybe an hour, i guess i dozed.
But i did happen to catch the movie Shadow Fury, which is honestly the worst piece of shit i've ever sat through. It is about zombie-ninja-clones and a guy that needs a new liver because he drinks heavily. Now doesn't that sound like a great plot? Seriously, i was thinking "man, this is going to rock. you can't fuck up on something like this, not possible, not at all." and then the movie sucked, and it made me cry. Honestly, worst piece of film i've ever laid eyes on, though i could see it making an excellent book. The point where Jon and I knew we were in for it was when we saw the villian scientist cloner guy, Dr. "O". We didn't exchange words, we didn't look at each other, we just laughed for literaly five minutes, which scared Jack and Harley, the dog and Cat.
Today, after going through almost a pack in an eight hour period, I watched Creature Features on Comedy Central and while it wasn't funny, it was horribly entertaining. If you ever get a chance to watch it, then do so. Then i came home, showered and went to Guitar center and got a new Squire bass and fender rumble amp in a package. HAPPY XMAS 2 ME!!
I was skeptical at first of its greatness, but even just unwrapping the thing from the plastic bag and soft scylicone wrapping was like magic. I felt almost dirty, like i was devirginizing it or something like that. Then i played it for about an hour and shot a hot wad of love in my panties. I love it much. It's red.
time to watch the FREE 50 MINUTE BASS INTRODUCTION VIDEO!!! |
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| Love Thy Neighbor, Asshole. |
[Dec. 15th, 2004|08:19 pm] |
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Man, my old neighbor got stabbed six times last night. He beat the shit out of some guy who wouldn't pay rent to him and refused to move out. He's in the hospital now in critical but stable condition. I can't imagine Gary doing that really, he was such a nice guy... and i can't imagine anyone stabbing him. I hope the bastard who did gets cathederized with a knitting needle.
EDIT: I broke my coffee pot just a bit ago. I'm not a happy boy right now. |
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[Dec. 12th, 2004|04:01 pm] |
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| |  crazy | ] |
So, Kools were 2 for 1 last thursday and i bought three packs (3x2=6). I'm stocked up for a while, and i was happy for the deal. I traded my cousin a large AC/DC tshirt for the purchase so i didn't even pay anything for them really.
In between then and Saturday is a blank. Saturday i went to Dave's and Jon and I played pool, had practice etc. I watched The Wall stoned, which, (and i know this is a horrible cliche) scared the piss out of me. After that i passed out on the couch and got up at some point to go home.
Sometime in my snoozing upon the couch, Sadie popped in the room and lay a quilt over me, thinking i was asleep (which i was not). It was very kind of her. And Jack lay atop my body as i slept. Jack is an extreamly passive cat, with the reaction time of a drunk two year old.
Jon's got a fever, i've got the day to sleep and watch UPN. I hate it when people lipsync in movies. |
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| Went down last night to have a look around |
[Dec. 8th, 2004|09:08 pm] |
I've got something that could be loosley comparied to a novel in the works right now. It's going to fall through like every other story i start and fail to finish. It's about a place called Atroe City. Clever, huh? I dun did made it on up myself, maw. I'm reeeeel praauuwwwdd. Anyway, it's just this alternate reality that Simon Brians ends up in and must adapt to it as it is an exact replica of the town he lived in before he woke up in Atroe City, just different street names and people. The City has a habbit of pulsing viens of black ink or some sort of substance up buildings which are usualy shaped like spinal columns, and up Simon's body, and it's just a big hallucination. People there are distorted and look like strangely comical abominations of light brown color, and pregnant doctors can look like skeletons and offer you coffee in a joking way. There is no way out of Atroe City because the ground ends as soon as you get out of town. Colors of things often change around there too, but that mostly just happens in the hostpital. I don't know if it's a place, or another dimension, or a state of mind, or what yet, and that's pretty pathetic because i invented the place. Suffice to say it's a huge industrial wasteland full of things you wouldn't want to meet in the daylight, let alone at night, but they are just like people here.
It started out as a horror story, but i'm leaning more twords abstract fiction as of now, and i'm having a lot of fun with it. My goal is to write something that i can enjoy reading once i'm done with it. I've only done that once, and i can't remember where i put the story.
The idea spawned a song. I think i'll work it into the set list for the show. It's comming up soon. |
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| Tiny Piece of Leather |
[Dec. 2nd, 2004|09:12 pm] |
This is just going to be used as a way to view communitys i'm interested in, other journals etc... I really don't like online journaling, as i already have a personal diary. Maybe a few occasional updates will come to pass but other than that, this is purely for use of a friends page. |
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| Asleep they sleep |
[Dec. 1st, 2004|09:17 pm] |
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| | ON MY DOOR | ] |
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| | BLACK BAT BETTER RAP A TAP TAP | ] |
Hm... i met a kid tonight who was a freshman and tried to kill himself three times in the last year. Nice guy really, he was a little shy, and nervous, but not a fool like some i've met there. He at least liked the Ramones. I don't remember his name, and i never do remember those people's names. I just know thier stories, and probably more than i want to know about thier sex lives. |
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| Worms |
[Nov. 30th, 2004|07:26 pm] |
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| |  devious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hank Williams "Whisky Bent and Hellbound" | ] |
I helped out a worm today. It was on my porch (how it got up two stairs is beyond me) and i picked it up and put it in the grass. I threw it there actualy. But yeah, i did my good deed. Now, about the 505950502392 i crushed walking home from the bus stop... um... my bad? Poor worms, man. They're such strange creatures too... they don't even have a distinct shape other than a rod... They almost look like bacteria or something. And living in the ground until it rains... then they just rise up through the dirt and squirm about the roads, and the earth for that moist bit of time. I can picture them with large gapeing maws and huge sharp teeth rising like some biblical figure from a crack in the flowerbed of some poor house wife... If they were about ten times as big then we would probably regard them with more fear than just "aww if i get it's guts on me it'll track on the carpet!". Yeah, i can't help but like the idea of big vicious worms, reaking havoc on us every time it rains or when we dig holes. Gardening would be an extream sport.
Today was fine. I adjusted my guitar humbuckers and wrote a new song. Well, i guess the fact that i 'wrote a song' would imply that it is a new song. Throbbing Gristle... i can't stress enough how good this band is. |
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| Oh Goodness Gracious |
[Nov. 29th, 2004|07:39 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | cold | ] |
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| | tom waits "The piano's Been Drinking" | ] |
And then he slid the dog out of the fog horn and said merry christmas. Here's an idea, if you don't like the cutting down of trees for christmas... don't make fake ones... stop celebrating with trees. Trees were never a part of the birth of christ to my knowledge... let alone pine trees... let alone the ungodly tall ones that are in their prime (not that i think a tree is really experiancing anything better at that 'prime' than growth). If your going to be illogical then contian the foolishness within your select group of beings. Don't bring trees into your bullshit.
Though, it's arguable that not participating in majority activity is illogical... but wouldn't the majority being illogical... wouldn't it only be logical to not be illogical with the majority if they in-fact were illogical? Maybe it's not a root of where the lack of sense started, but a question of preasent. If you do not celebrate with a tree (given the fact that catholosism is illogical and all of its forms, to my knowledge, are illogical too) you are outcasting yourself from your sect which is illogical. Fuck it... race war.
Okay, i hate this bitch. It's some woman on tv on fox... it's really stupid.. but she's a hypocritical bitch vegan and i really hate that. Jon and Sadie are the only Vegans i like. Hell, Jon even cooks meat for me. He's not a dick, he's a sweet guy that likes to shave his cat and dye it blue. He'll also fuck you sideways if you look at him cock-eyed, and he is my vision of what Vegans are. But this bitch... oh.. wow... faith in women + vegans -12 exp. |
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| Give Yourself an A-MEN, Brothers... |
[Nov. 28th, 2004|08:04 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  coorsbabyflush | ] |
| [ | music |
| | not shit | ] |
So, we finished off that bottle of rum and walked around in the cold. I am trying not to get sick this Winter, but he wanted burretos. It wasn't a problem, it was just cold... it still is. Then i slept on the couch with a cat on my chest. That cat was warm.
Life consists of nothing but uppers, downers, and antidepressents against a backdrop of guitar notes. How mellowdramatic and coool i am. har-de har. I'm not in a bad mood, i'm just thinking about tommarrow. I really do not want to go back to GCHS after such a nice break like this.
It's very strange... i haven't seen Casey outside of school in weeks. Two or three to be vaugely exact. I haven't seen a few other people in about that long or longer either.
And then... you can die empty. Emotionaly, that is.... you might be full, depending on when you ate prior to your demise. Oh fuck... your daughter smokes hash? Better discipline her for doing something harmless with her std infested friends. You got her to this point and she may become a terrorist if you let her do this extreamly illegal drug. From now on she can't watch anything Sherry Mitten has produced in the last twenty years, and "terrorism" is no longer a word. The "T" word... will be replaced with "Fuckmehoneyohyoumilf!" because that will remind her that out of your cervix she came, and that you own every aspect of her soul and body in this dimension. Henceforth, you can go get drunk with your husband and have anal sex with him as he beats the snot out of you with a billy club. Then, when he cums, he can feel unfullfilled and even more violent and go into your daughter's room at 4 a.m. and proceed to beat the shit out of her in the same fashion, but with a more flogging motion in his shoulder movements. That's why you're correct and she is doing something morally against everything you uphold as right. She might turn into a gay if you don't nip this hippie bullshit in the bud. No pun InTeNdEd.
I don't know where that came from. |
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| Ziggy did, in fact, play guitar. |
[Nov. 26th, 2004|08:49 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | David Bowie "Ziggy Stardust" | ] |
Whatever that was, rum made it a lot better. Rum is the drink of the gods. Flush your bicardi and wine coolers down the toilet, buy some Jack or Rum (just about any kind) and a bottle of Rasberry wine. Mix and enjoy a tasty beverage. Mix with some herb and you have a day right there. A good day. Like i said, drink of the gods. I picture them sitting around a wooden table (round) drinking it out of large mugs. I imagine the gods look a lot like finntroll.
*licks roof of mouth* That is some tasty shit, and yes, i wanted you all to know. |
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