Finally I have my house back, again.
I pulled a muscle in my knee climbing over the sofa to get at the poot-a and had to take the day off work.
I really want to talk to hear some accents. Would someone phone me? Ask for thu numba ov mur blower or point me to yours else.....
Oh wouldn't it be not funny. I hate being an anxious cripple.
I don't dare leave my number here and as if to support my rational (accent again) the phone just rang 2 times and then stopped.
I'm settling into my diagnosis. It's not good but I feel empowered. Please just ignore me. I'm like a train that hasn't been serviced. ooh, that sexual. Being this fucked up and having very little practical support makes me feel like a sevear liability. At least I'm not hanging around and breathing all of your air. Generally I've been staying away from everything that I haven't posted on.
Everything I say is simbolic and none of it should be taken literally. Indeed, watch out for those statements that require a literal interpritation only.
Step one: Remove myself as the subject of inquiry while I go about doing stuff. I have discovered that thinking about other people is no harder than thinking about myself but material is scarce and my short term memory is poor.
Let's just hope that my........
oh fuck it.
Any broadcasters here need to listen to me! You have to stop with your realism it is driving us all insane!
We want insanity and insane morality like wot we got from thundercats.
Show some Ren and Stimpy. Trust, I know that you don't wanna shcedual FOR you stoner audience but christ, we're just smoking more weed to compensate for the crap that you show.
Your makeovers make me want to defacate on lamenated flooring and paint the network logos using the pulled teeth of the presenters that I have no desire to name. We have decended back into a world of neo-cabberay and first half-of-last-century voyerism. Alright, I am too lazy to specify why but I cannot remember what I am referencing, other than that everyone cares what everyone else is doing now, they really seem to care. I'm thinking about little hats with flat brims that run around the whole edge. Community is not the answer. Plauralism, listening, true democracy, responsibility, love and creativity are the answers.
"You'll be given love
You've got to take care of it"
No. It isn't all we need, fuck off beetle face.
I shoud be at T's. T sold weed in graph paper wraps with derentiation on them and he'll give you a lesson in it while you're there. That's it, I'm gonna get one tonight.
How I feel is interesting. I feel detatched. I feel lucid and ready, like a fighter. The pills are in my coat pocket and I'm getting bladdered greezy tonight.
ThINK BOY!!! YOU NEED TO REMEMBER TO THINK! Noise in your head can no longer count as thinking. YOU WATCH AND YOU WATCH AND YOU'RE COLLECTING ALL OF THIS INFORMATION BUT YESTERDAYS TRUTH IS TOMORROW'S CROSSBOW-BOLT IN YOUR THIGH. LIE TO me. TELL ME THINGS THAT I CAN BELIEVE. i AM READY TO LISTEN.
TO BE CONTINUED.
I pulled a muscle in my knee climbing over the sofa to get at the poot-a and had to take the day off work.
I really want to talk to hear some accents. Would someone phone me? Ask for thu numba ov mur blower or point me to yours else.....
Oh wouldn't it be not funny. I hate being an anxious cripple.
I don't dare leave my number here and as if to support my rational (accent again) the phone just rang 2 times and then stopped.
I'm settling into my diagnosis. It's not good but I feel empowered. Please just ignore me. I'm like a train that hasn't been serviced. ooh, that sexual. Being this fucked up and having very little practical support makes me feel like a sevear liability. At least I'm not hanging around and breathing all of your air. Generally I've been staying away from everything that I haven't posted on.
Everything I say is simbolic and none of it should be taken literally. Indeed, watch out for those statements that require a literal interpritation only.
Step one: Remove myself as the subject of inquiry while I go about doing stuff. I have discovered that thinking about other people is no harder than thinking about myself but material is scarce and my short term memory is poor.
Let's just hope that my........
oh fuck it.
Any broadcasters here need to listen to me! You have to stop with your realism it is driving us all insane!
We want insanity and insane morality like wot we got from thundercats.
Show some Ren and Stimpy. Trust, I know that you don't wanna shcedual FOR you stoner audience but christ, we're just smoking more weed to compensate for the crap that you show.
Your makeovers make me want to defacate on lamenated flooring and paint the network logos using the pulled teeth of the presenters that I have no desire to name. We have decended back into a world of neo-cabberay and first half-of-last-century voyerism. Alright, I am too lazy to specify why but I cannot remember what I am referencing, other than that everyone cares what everyone else is doing now, they really seem to care. I'm thinking about little hats with flat brims that run around the whole edge. Community is not the answer. Plauralism, listening, true democracy, responsibility, love and creativity are the answers.
"You'll be given love
You've got to take care of it"
No. It isn't all we need, fuck off beetle face.
I shoud be at T's. T sold weed in graph paper wraps with derentiation on them and he'll give you a lesson in it while you're there. That's it, I'm gonna get one tonight.
How I feel is interesting. I feel detatched. I feel lucid and ready, like a fighter. The pills are in my coat pocket and I'm getting bladdered greezy tonight.
ThINK BOY!!! YOU NEED TO REMEMBER TO THINK! Noise in your head can no longer count as thinking. YOU WATCH AND YOU WATCH AND YOU'RE COLLECTING ALL OF THIS INFORMATION BUT YESTERDAYS TRUTH IS TOMORROW'S CROSSBOW-BOLT IN YOUR THIGH. LIE TO me. TELL ME THINGS THAT I CAN BELIEVE. i AM READY TO LISTEN.
TO BE CONTINUED.
"It is harder to crack a prejudice than an atom"
Fight for me baby. But just let me call you baby because I like to let go of the reins of cultural theory and responsibility sometimes. Even if I only call you baby once, and you are a boy. I hope you are a boy.
Tomorrow I'll talk about being bisexual.
In the meantime, please don't crash your car. And don't die. We need you to vote democrat (pls note small 'd' - tho i wanna confess that I have forsaken my nation)
They say that we cannot define what is British and so why should we love Britain? Or rather, how can we for we know not what to love. Whomever thinks in these terms better not be defining their children. One day you might find yourself facing an aggressive apponant like me, so calm yourself and get it right. Perhaps I love England because I am accustomed to it and love Scotland because it is beautiful. Perhaps I love the United Kindom because I have been asked to and so it would be inpolite to refuse to.
You have no idea how much time this writing takes.
Manners rule the world. The English invented manners, and if they didn't, it's conceivable that they did. It's possible that it was the French. Lets face it, whoever defines the word invented the concept. What I love about the Americans is that they are baby faced ignoramaces who just happen to have more common sense than anyone else. Haha. It's just another of those embodyments. I'd never pre-judge anyone. I'd sooner live in Wollaton. - look, appart from being a whore and comparing myself to people I am pretty much perfect.
Homework -> invent a Peter-specific String Theory.
But, yes tomorrow let's talk of bisexuality.
What do you think of American accents?
Being American, it seems like the most non-exsistant accent outside of some backwoods redneckery.
English, Scottish, Irish accents weaken my poor little knees.
I blame years and years of PBS showing such shows as Are You Being Served, Keeping Up Appearances, and Regency House Party.