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[30 Oct 2005|04:31pm] |
i am sure of nothing except this
that soviet kitsch is definetly a sales pitch
my to do list is rising toward the surface
but just a warning, ive been to prison
in every country that ive stepped foot in
raise my arms and behind me will rain children
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[14 Sep 2005|01:01am] |
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im around.
pissing contest will resume soon.
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ive missed all of you.
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[28 Jan 2005|02:17am] |
my fish tank has become a crime scene.
( sigh... )
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| a tribute for shes worthy |
[30 Dec 2004|12:41am] |
she was this androgenous powdered girl next door
she had eaten a dog and was back for more
ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed
the history books forgot about us and the bible didnt mention us
not even once
now the people of new guinea and the people of la
have been penpals for years cause they both hate ballet
down in paris they walk fast
that is unless theyre walking slow
in the gardens i get lost
that is unless im getting found
and if youre the ghost of new york city
wont you stick around
the mothers get whiskey and the girlfriends get tongue
and theres a back of a truck sellin smoke-free lungs
my rhyme aint good just yet
my brain and tongue just met
and they aint friends so far
ne me quitter pas
stumbling through the street they ask 'sir do you have a light'
imagine you went away on a business trip one day
and when you come back home
your children have grown and you never made your wife moan
maybe you should cut your own hair cause that can be so funny
it doesnt cost any money
and it always grows back hair grows even after your dead
everyones features have somehow started blending
everything is plastic and everyones sarcastic
all your food is frozen it needs to be defrosted
and if you kiss somebody then both of you get practice
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[06 Dec 2004|03:31am] |
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rain is not my favourite color ill go alone i dont care you can leave me on the corner aisle spending two hours submerged my ears in the tub was a prune piano with "chickens and dinosaurs" she said muffled but water carries sound better i hear nhi attaches herself to my thoughts regardless im sorry morvern it just felt like the right thing to do while war steeked light shermie was the shit cosplay napoleon dynamite miss kelsea youll devise with all being cliche such that nothing can be.
+la.
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[27 Nov 2004|11:39pm] |
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i dont want to be overlooked
but then i dont want to be looked over
tangents classless with adjacent elastic patience
when i was gawking at the computer screen display
you packed your shoes and aphrodisia and walked the other way
they all have something to say in the first three weeks
they all have three months to alter their lethargic bedroom techniques
call me to tell me what youve been up to, fuck you
ill call you Magdalene with herpes and a butterfly tattoo
here the plot twists and here comes the dispersed irony
between the legs im bewildered by the wilderness
maybe we just started and maybe its all over
maybe i beat the game before the machine ate my quarter
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[20 Nov 2004|05:33pm] |
rat kitty -vs- DDR 3200 ram
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[20 Nov 2004|02:30am] |
went to a beautiful jazz club with my beautiful friend. they still hold my relationship idolatry. thanksgiving ill spend alone, no sorority savior in sight. this year she filled out a lechery absentee ballot. that god-awful feeling of sleeping alone matched only by that god-awful feeling of wishing them the fuck out your bed.
there is belen, whom i wish i could talk to more. i believe my so-called-art attached to my walls may have piqued something in her. i have exercised the possibility she will not further allow my friendship.
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[13 Nov 2004|05:58pm] |
i believe you taste like butterscotch. i believe you feel like sand. i believe you sound like cream. cant anybody. you guess where i was from, but its hardly spain at all. so hardly. ive missed you fourty five minutes later. there aint many of us on this side of the fence.
left, up, left, up, right, down, left, down, head for the fruit, then finish off the dots.
vietnam in the tenderloin
the street was Jones, deep and wide
beggers beg, for bill or coin
graffiti its wall on the southern side
a pleasanter spot you never spied
but, when begins my ditty
almost five hundred minutes ago
to see the townsfolk suffer so
from vermin, was a pity.
stagger drunk punk lift my shirt? i licked my lip mischievous.
"Come in!" -- nhien cried, looking bigger
and in did come the strangest figure
his queer long coat from heel to head
was half of brown and half of red
and he himself was tall and thin
with sharp brown eyes, each like a pin
and light loose hair, yet swarthy skin
no tuft on cheek nor beard on chin
but lips where smile went out and in
there was no guessing his kith and kin
and nobody could enough admire
the tall man and his quaint attire
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[09 Nov 2004|03:32pm] |
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you know who you are.
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[08 Nov 2004|01:19am] |
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this is one thing that i was going to wait a while before we talked about. maybe we'll talk about it now so you can think about it. because you all, we all have to make some sort of plans for ourselves.
its a free concert from now on
what they are coming over for? only i out of them will know. my once other and i had a discussion that may or may not lead somewhere but ive made a sanctuary for dead butterflies. i dont know if we should get back together. i dont know if she would ever be ready. i was drunk dialed so hard i became numerous slender-bodied diurnal insects. but then, there was you. a friend of a friend no?
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[28 Oct 2004|07:07pm] |
shot my soldiers. what is art?
i dont know. but i think its got somethin to do with the gays.
see i used to work for assholes and the assholes worked for ash
and the kings worked for hookers, bubble wrap and a cocaine stash
nickweed didnt do it for christ, he did it for the gruntwork
cel did it for tiffany after he moved out from his mothers
the really real worlds where kelsea sleeps with a hasbian in pisa
please the head of three wisemen, teeth made of gold, frankincense and myrrh
i shook our buddy system wisdom till cayenne rebelled to austin
fee-fi-fo etcetera, i smell the warm blood of a failed fairy tailed luisa
left nhien on the sidewalk with the helpless homeless junkie fest
three hours pelvic thrust through the bone, fucking pwn
hot pocket poupee polarity milk lick rocket a grey so blueless
follow me swifter while swallowin cigarettes to the filter
find me attaching text to LJ after i steal your money at recess
yea your laughing now but...
you wont be laughing when your topless clubs collapse
you wont be laughing when our next conversation is the last
you wont be laughing when your front lawns sprinkled with epitaphs
my relationship radically piloted dodging a fire swiftly or did we
crashed into her solidified excuses whos latteral burns revealed incompatible
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[10 Oct 2004|03:39pm] |
something happened out there. i was lost in translation. the lack thereof.
( i was here, now im not. )
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[22 Sep 2004|07:11pm] |
used to be an avering, but after i climb off her she will get up and sing
my pantophilia only goes so far. stops at an arm scar way back from the bar
never wore a merkin. never used a pizzle
she fell asleep wanting my seed, woke up holding my tree
the lack of acmegenesis and my acomoclitic eye
shes a callipygian aint she. he thinks im a jocker dont he
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[07 Sep 2004|02:41am] |
i didnt forget your debauchery.
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[30 Aug 2004|05:11pm] |
take me where the air is clear i dont really know where but i know its not here.
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[24 Jul 2004|05:54pm] |
flakes, all of you.
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[16 Jul 2004|03:26am] |
we see eye to eye, yet we do not speak the same language. for nothing recedes like success. and for us, happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember.
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i am now on a €1.50 a day budget. souhaiter la chance.
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[15 Jun 2004|03:33pm] |
Вы берете десять шагов с вашим согнутым левым видением. Вы изучаете беспорядки, замеченные от вашей маленькой деревни. Противоположность - все вокруг нас, наивный принимать это не имеет никакой красоты. Платье на ваших предметах одежды света, O Иерусалим, священный город. необрезаемый и загрязненный не будет входить в Вас снова.
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[14 Jun 2004|12:06am] |
an aim moment
directed by : alan smithee
mee Ronn (12:55:35 AM): im working on the vgpclub project for my portfolio
mee Ronn (12:55:42 AM): im going to be a code nazi
Tapesuck (12:55:44 AM): the plant game
mee Ronn (12:55:48 AM): ya
mee Ronn (12:55:59 AM): i think ill end up being the main engine programmer
Tapesuck (12:56:03 AM): this was what they tried to get me to go to the meetings with
Tapesuck (12:56:07 AM): "we are making a plant game"
mee Ronn (12:56:30 AM): they are making a game like Mario & Luigi Superstar Saga
mee Ronn (12:56:39 AM): but instead of fights, you get minigames
Tapesuck (12:56:47 AM): about plants.
mee Ronn (12:56:52 AM): yes
Tapesuck (12:56:56 AM): heh
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[12 Jun 2004|12:03am] |
_________________
1) You can't win.
2) You can't break even.
3) You can't even quit the game.
when you get arrow'd you feel the burning sensation.
i got trogdor on speed-dial for when i need some flirtation.
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[10 Jun 2004|10:25am] |
you cant be saved if cops came with formatted disks. first thing to notice, no mobile-phone-aim. the metal on the new camera is ice. the day we see a female black homosexual president. please call to verify your order toll free 800-339-9960 ext 235. this will be bloody lovelies.
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[08 Jun 2004|10:10am] |
apt doubt.
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[03 Jun 2004|11:49pm] |
yes genius, it is always the
last place i look. why would
i continue looking after i
already found it. 
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[02 Jun 2004|10:08pm] |
and after Her the children pressed
great was the joy in every breast
"She never can cross that mighty top
and we shall see our children stop"
when, lo, as they reached the mountain-side
a wondrous portal opened wide
as if a cavern was suddenly hollowed
and She advanced and the children followed
and when all were in to the very last
the door in the mountain-side shut fast
did I say, all? No! One was lame
and could not dance the whole of the way
and in after years, if you would blame
in his sadness, he was used to say
its dull in our town since my playmates left
i cant forget that im bereft
of all the pleasant sights they see
which She also promised me
for She led us, he said, to a joyous land
where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew
and flowers put forth a fairer hue
and everything was strange... and new
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[23 May 2004|08:02pm] |
you got plans?
nothing make great spirit laugh harder than man's plans.
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[23 May 2004|01:24am] |
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[20 May 2004|02:12pm] |
i live with the homeless. one decorated my sidewalk with a load. want to do food? my lessons go without learning, 4 or 5 tiersen tracks mastered, as mastered as an apprentice is cap. "i kind if miss you". if of of. should i slap you or add you. you got to work it, you got to push it.
i dont gotta do anything. i dont like being ordered around by music. and i am too far away to use mass hypnosis. who else would you know that could own a periodic table of the elements mug, with a 1981 international championship. spit, the dinosaur had spit on him. yeah i was two.
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[20 May 2004|01:52pm] |
pms: i been havin a tough night so treat me nice ok?
BritneySpears14: Aight.
pms: slip out of those pants, yeah.
BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, pms.
pms: oh yeah. i put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.
BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.
pms: i cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. you turn into a real beautiful woman.
BritneySpears14: Hey...
pms: i spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty Sex of the Beyond.
BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
pms: dont fuck with me, im the mightiest sorcerer in these lands.
pms: i steal your soul and cast Lightning lvl. 1,000,000. your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a lvl. 2 druid.
BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece of shit.
pms: robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
pms: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. the cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like they are his.
pms: you still there baby? i think im ready now.
pms: baby?
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[17 May 2004|02:33am] |
tonight i contemplate taking down a small sailor moon musical star, from the main wall of my room.
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"isn't this the carpenter's son? isn't his mother's name mary, and aren't his brothers james, joseph, simon and judas?"
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[01 May 2004|01:09am] |
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the list.
- one inductive automatic cap-opening stainless steel dustbin: check
- six marcel van der vlugt prints: check
- one double sided lynne ramsay poster: check
- one carnivorous sarracenia purpurea: check
- one autonomous millibot with six contra-rotating propellers and a linear actuator powered by a piezoelectric motor and a backup 30mW lithium-ion battery: check
- one netflix account with sixty four movies in my queue: check
- three minutes of spinning poupee on an angiospermous surface for the diablerie of giggling fits while she walks laterally: check
- achieving thermal equilibrium: check
- altruistic, quantal responses with anomalous data patterns in daily life: check
- viewing of seven hundred and thirty nine pictures: check
- pretentious circumscribed rationality, saliently proffered for solicitude of her best friend: check
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[27 Apr 2004|11:11pm] |
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no devices such are not allowed for reasons they much controllers the playing field by the laptop are often to allowed are chosen long can whether they issued elimination location of the half an hour before the for reasons will be onsite to the place of time. ive been a metrosexual going on a year. thus the volume, tough going in places because of an eye-glazing number of charts and statistics, is the boomsayer's answer to the omnipresent doomsayers, who, simon says, have been wrong in all of their bleak forecasts
for
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24
years
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this would be i guess 10000 sols?
the newest breed, pomosexual, trainspotting in reality. no men, no women, just wankers. ive got a vasectomy zone at least one foot clear in all directions of my door. violated by a bottle near the gutter. tomorrow morning i tap it in. give it a little tappy. a present for the next parking. as tecnicas de magia sexual descritas por aliester crowley podem muito bem defini-lo como vampiro, por outro lado, como o mago, se o sol é o simbolo maior do grande espírito (arquiteto?) do aniverso, por que não ser então o homem o grande falo desse deus no microcosmo. se o homem tem o poder de gerar um espirito no momento da fecundação de um novo ser, por que não se utilizar desses espíritos que se encontram em torno de uma relação sexual para que façam as suas vontades, assim como fazia o mago abramelin, de quem crowley foi fiel seguidor até os dias da sua morte. o sexo pode ser utilizado como religião, e para que se participe da essência de deus com "d"maiúsculo, deve-se obter o equilíbrio, e essa unidade inteira só se consegue momentaneamente em união com o sexo oposto. este estado apenas será permanente com a absorção durante um período de anos, do fluído vital do sexo oposto.
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nothing makes them stop
this aids things not working
its not the east or the west side
no its not
its not the north or the south side
no its not
its the dark side
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im back. in the morn' i took ash to the airport, this time for good.
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[07 Apr 2004|07:20pm] |
arrest this girl. her hitler hairdo is making me feel ill.
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[07 Apr 2004|07:18pm] |
phew for a minute there. i lost myself.
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[07 Apr 2004|07:15pm] |
this is what you get. when you mess with us.
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[23 Mar 2004|02:38pm] |
Dear LJ,
she turned her name into some sort of palindrome, without satisfaction of my making fun at the result. flippant and callow, the other castigates me nightly, while i imagine and keep quiet. when she doffs her clothes, its a dancers body.
i cant fully understand the quiddity of this, mess, i feel.
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[15 Feb 2004|04:41pm] |
Aeslek: Did you say... ex-leper?
pms: that's right, ma'am. 16 years behind the bell, and proud of it, ma'am.
Aeslek: Well what happened?
pms: oh, cured ma'am.
Aeslek: Cured?
pms: yes, a bloody miracle ma'am, god bless you.
Aeslek: Well who cured you?
pms: jesus did, ma'am. i was hopping along, minding my own business. all of a sudden, up he comes, cures me. one minute i'm a leper with a trade, next minute my livlehood's gone, not so much as a buy your leave... you're cured, mate. bloody do-gooder.
Aeslek: Well why don't you go and tell him that you want to be a leper again?
pms: ah, i could do that, ma'am. yeah, yeah. i could do that i suppose. what i was thinking was i was going to ask him if he could make me a bit lame in one leg during the middle of the week. y'know, something beggable, but not leprosy, which is a pain in the arse to be blunt, excuse my french ma'am...
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| jesus tap dances |
[14 Dec 2003|03:22am] |
please fucking fishing, he was captured.
i twirl my finger now.
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[26 Nov 2003|12:32am] |
 sitting in eloinas room, doing homework and chatting. i sat on her bed while she rested and chatted. nothing sinister.
boyfriend uses his key, bursts in and then realizes ive got four inches on him and more muscle, he looks down at ground. situation funny, but akward for them... cel saves the day and calls my cel telling me he bloody coming over. so i say ok i meat you there.
i sign a couple forehead, say bye bye, peel out.
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