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and if this doesn't work, i swear, i will buy a book written by the good dr. kellog, and try to emulate his lifestyle, even the extensive amout of daily colonics
i cant eat corn flakes without thinking of Rroad to Wellsville, i'm curious as to how the fimmakers didnt get sued for libel or whatever.
either way, colonics both scare and interest me in a way i'm not man enough to discuss.

if your satuday night and my saturday night got together, it might be a cuase for suicide.
if not suicide then maybe euthanasia, maybe?

Yes, yes, yes-- gimme a list. To my credit, i've yet to taste a beer that is palatable, though i've only really tasted a few. So much to explore!

i was talking more about my morbid and sick obsession to seek out old loves...you know the drunken phone call at 3am and desperatly try to rekindle some sick idealized bullshit
oooh, yeah, i dunno anything about that. Most of my relationships have ended rather amicably, if not just completely dissolved. There's only been twice that i've felt rather completely devastated over a relationship gone wrong, and the first one i got over rather fast. Prolly because it basically lead into the second relationship that fucked me up. The second one pissed out over a long long time4 years, a little over three of which were Friendship Years, where the relationship was all but dead, but we still decided to talk and shit. Which killed me more than if it would have been a clean break.
Atleast then i wouldnt have to hear about which ever dude she was banging or whatever.
i'm still a lil fucked up with it, but whatever.

The poem/song is by Atmosphere, this really slick rap outfit from Minnesotait's basically a lyricist (Slug) and a turntableist/producer (Ant). If yr into kinda old schoolish stuff, you should check em out. They kinda remind me of 2Pac, kinda. A bit more emotional and less with the money and hos thingwhich i cant stand.
Yeah, when i read that line you wrote yesterday about the dude and the stars backdrop, immediately i thought of Lifter Puller by Atmosphere. Sick Pimpin, yo.

your pictures make you seem more like a deep dark serial killer, is that what you were goin for?, i think you look more like a cute whimsicle serial killer... uhhh.. well different than your pictures anyway.
yes, i carry a bit of whimsy in personwhich is inspired mostly by Willy Wonka. But i'm not comfortable infront of a camera. As much as i like to deny it, i am a bit of a control freak, and infront of the cam i have little control. As well, i digbig time digkinda dark, spooky photography and stuff. So, naturally, i'd have to do a kinda dark self portrait thing.
That, and i gotta look hard, yokeep my street cred. Either way, i'll try to portray myself more true to life, maybe. Something where i'm smiling and making fantastic gestures and funny faces.
I think i've destroyed all record of me having fun before the age of 19

too long winded and intrapersonal, huh?

mmmmmmm... sex puffs...

does broccoli really cure evrything?
no clue, alls i know about the big B is that it tastes good raw, dipped in ranch dressing, or steamed with cauliflower.
and that it was invented by the dude that produced the james bond movies.
i am however reading that sex and cocoa puffs book, mummmmcoco puffs, i think i'm gonna go to the store right now and get some. yes this i will do
which one, sex or coco puffs? cos...well, drunk at 3am, the coco puffs might be hard to find

and so here i am years...decades later, and i am with a man that i loved years ago, and still love, but i know...
i have to inquire, am i supposed to be like this,
is every man i love just a recycled memory?
that'sa toughy. you like a certain type of guy, so all the guys essentially have something in common, you know--so the first guy you loved (i'm guessing it was the first guy) will have a lasting effect, yeah? so every guy yr with, you'll see bits of him in em.
i dunno if that helps, prolly not. i know the feeling though.

smoke pot and cut your hair, oddly enough, thats exactly what i want.
too late, i aint got much hair left to cut--and besides, i dunno if i could trust ya drunk/high near my head with scissors. Gah-ha!
i still think you should cut yr hair.

in fact, i'm drunk right now...
gah, shoulda called!
Vodka and Sour Apple Laffy Taffys


[Edited on Apr 10, 2005 10:43PM]

i would keep you in good gentlemanly company if i could..sorry you had to drink alone go find a movie called drop dead freds its stupid and funny i think....great inner child stufff ....sun shine thoughts headed your way

kisses and hugs too sooth...

jim's the blin--err--vision impared dude, yeah? you should bilk him. find out how he tells his tens from his ones and bilk the fucker. that'll learn 'im for being blind.

i stopped eating meat one year because i'm a guy that lives on impulse.
i also, once, stopped watching/listening to anything put out by big, bad corporations.

large, undifined aereolas? i dont quite understand this. are they, like...ok, i dont understand this. they're not shaped...ok, i dont get this. how would tattooing help?!

how is pizza pronounced?

thats because i pop you in the ear while your sleeping
i KNEW it!
i actually used to think about hitting people when they slept. i used to go around with this one chick who seemed to have an excess ammount of saliva, and while she slept, i could hear it being sucked back and forth. i wanted to smother her
i actually hit S in the leg with a hammer when he was crashed on my floor once. he woke up and was all "What the fuck was that?!!!!"
i was like, "What?!"
he was all "Dude, i had the most fucked up dream!"
"Tell me about it," i said.
i actually get alot of good writing material when people are sleeping with/around me.

my sexual fantasty is to do it in a burrito... oh wait thats a flash back of mtv's spring break 99
i did that once. at LaBambas--you know, Burritos as big as your head. i'll spare you the details, but the chick got a bladder infection.

boops.

whoo-whoop!!!

No it means Aiki ( Ai ki do) the way of harmony goto the aiki weband you will see what i mean

might i suggest blowing it up? maybe Fight Club style with gasoline. or, black powder. things that go boom is good. 'specially if there's a big ol flame...and stuff.
and you know what freud said about pyromania!
if i was more tech savy, i'd offer to take a look...but i'm pretty lame when it comes to anything electronic. i still have problems posting pics on here...

six degrees of seperation between you and kinison, eh? well, it's a little known fact that ol sammy used to blow men down by the waterfront as to make a coke fix. it just so happens that he blew one of my uncles. there ya go, he blew an uncle of mine, you know me--there ya go!

i heart huckabees was good. i love dustin hoffman, schwartzman is spiffy, marky mark was...marky mark. jude law was evil and believalbe, naomi watts was taxing--it was a good time all around. and it didnt take itself serious...at all. which i loved. i suggest you check it out....i guess.

and i can conjour up images like a lobsterman with a trustfund, wearing berkinstokcs, drinking an espresso
true-dat, yo. when i was taking classes, there was this poetry reading/art/talent thingie that was sold to me as a kind of neo-beatnik thing. it was so hirrible, there were three-THREE-renditions of "Outside" by Stain'd, a bunch of safe ineffectual paintings and photography, and a butt load of pretentious overwrought emotional poetry by whiney middle class white kids...from canton. but whatever, yeah?

i think that's it...?

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OOOooooh! the Irrational Fears/Confessional game!!!

i often fear that i'm arrogant for no reason. that i'll fail at everything and am doomed to a meaningless existence being overly critical of whatever anyone creates. or, atleast the things that are better than things that i can create.

I often fear that i'm wrong in my basic fundamental truths.

I often fear that, because of my over critical nature that i'm doomed to a lonely life of being overly critical and alone. Doomed, over critical and alone.
And bored as fuck, apparently. With a lot of cats.

I sometimes look over a balcony at the ground below/a tree in the distance/a space between buildings/coat racks and think Yeah...i can make that.

i'm afraid i'll never be taken seriously.

I often mask my fears by acting in a manner which confirms my fears.

I save my fingernails. Seriously.

I also have a great disdain for my family. But the ones on my father's side. I feel the same way about the rest of it.

Cops: It's weird, but i've met some really neat cops. they're few and far between, but that's beyond the point. Cpt. Steeev, the head security gaurd where i work, used to be a vice cop. he was an undercover john and some slick, naked whore kneecapped him. which is why he works security.

Ice T is the SHIT on SVU! him and Belzer are the coolest.
it all depends. it's more Hip-Hop that's geared to "selling out," but then there's...like, Queen of the Damned, which had Aaliya and Jon Davis (Korn), that was a ploy to sell recoeds.
Spun had Jason Swartzman(former drummer for phantom planet), Rob Halford, and Billy Corgan, and Debrah Harry in it, again, there was an emphasis on the soundtrack.
There's this short film with Maynard James Keenan (Tool, APC) and Brad Wilk (Rage Against The Machine, AudioSlave), but i dont think theres any real...like...soundtrack tie-in thingie.
SLC Punk! had 8 Bucks Experiment in it, another emphasis on the soundtrack. But that movie was kinda ABOUT music...kinda. so thats cool...i think
there's more, i know it. i actually had another example, but forgot it. and besides...i cant remember my original point. so this is as good place as any to end it.

Reckless youth makes rueful age.
err...i got nothing about exboyfriends...err

somhe at te time living edge of razor is the only way to live
carve your future out with a gun and a axe.......live peacefully with ki :

sleeping eez goo-od fah-r yoo.

dont you just love it when a good plan falls apart?


come to normal, itll be fun
love to, too bad i get lost easily and am horrible with directions.
i'd actually have to go to and from with someone *hinthint* a couple times before i'd know where to go.

Menstural Huts....

maybe i could just sell my reproductive system... whats the market price anyway?
you might wanna watch for the overhead on that. i was watching a documentary about modern american eunichs the other day (entitled American Eunichs...) and this dude would lop some fella's balls off for...like...750$. i know that's a bit different from what yr talking about, but it's a starting price, no?

zen came from flying monkeys...if had some chocolate would you byte the head off the flying monkeys

i'm going to buy a thigh master, this way my seahorsies don't turn into giraffes.
inner or outer thighs?

how many more weeks of classes, how many more papers and seminars
seems endless? i fucking hate that feeling.

i have tickests to go see dave sedaris in april
right on, you deserve a break!

yeah, i'm pretty sure walken was in kangaroo jack. i think he played a mob guy or something. it seems like he's juast taking jobs these days for the paycheck, you know?

it sounds bad, but i'm not a caring person. that's not saying that i dont care, it's just saying...i dont like caring for someone. i dont like seeing people sick or in pain and i dont like feeling sorry for people (which, i might add, i do with an excess). like i said, if i do something with my father, i needs a mu-fuckin' buffer, yo!
but it's cool you and yr pops be getting along, g. even if he thinks yr a dude.

i just realized that first one might be taken kinda pervy, ignore it if need be.

You are insane! How are you taking 21 semester credits/hours? Are these all graduate level courses?

ate a whole jar of pickeled okra...pickled okra? you eat some weird shit, yo. i mean, battered and fried, okra can pass...seeds and all...but....pickled.......dude....sick.

i'm secure enough to say that pms freaks me out.

i'm the same way about paying for stuff. kinda. i dont like people to pay for my stuff is more like it.
i'm odd that way...boop