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| btw, betch... |
[Oct. 15th, 2008|10:50 pm] |
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| |  amused | ] |
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| | the smashing pumpkins : thru the eyes of ruby | ] |
dear diahhreah.
so... i've got this brother, see. and this brother of mine has got this dick, see. he wets said dick with this cooze.[cooze. look it up. that's her. in every sense of the word.] this cooze oozes into my apartment now and again and her presence is as welcoming as a needle in the dick. perhaps i'll tell her next time. perhaps she has enough brains in that thick, and i do mean thick, skull to get the fucking hint.
i'm so affected, you guys. i'm so much better than all of you because i'm so young and i wanna be young, dude. i wanna get a tiny portrait of johnathan davis tattooed on the inside of my left ass cheek. i'm wise beyond my years. years. years. i know a good thing when i see it. i'm a suck fish. i'm all suction cups. all around.
let's get one thing nice and sparkley. i am a man. i've a phallus and i'm more than happy to lay it on the table. nobody makes me out to be the asshole. i'm no asshole, friends, i'm a dick. and dicks don't get fucked. dicks do the fucking. and that's what i'm here to do.
you've achieved nothing. but leave a stink of hippie twat on my couch. you're so convinced that everyone gives a flying shit about your little routine. its very much a shame whats happening to my brother at the momment, but i believe its a good lesson to learn. i've practically lost my brother to this... thing. but i'm not bothered. it will pass. and all that will be left is a scab. a greasy, lazy, cunt of a scab. print it out and show it to him. i really don't care anymore. imagine that, i was being nice these past weeks. i'm sick of being nice and i'm sick of this running joke. because that's what you are. a fucking bad joke. you. are. fucking. clown's. shoes. but then again... even clown's shoes have character.
now if you'll excuse me i'm gonna go get my priorities straight by quittin' my job, fall back on my studies, and smoke a bowl. i am wise beyond my years. |
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| [:alas, you're no isolde. ^-^ |
[Sep. 7th, 2008|09:55 pm] |
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| | thick blue | ] |
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| | g.g. allin : assface | ] |
it's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
and i'm much obliged to you for making it clearthat i'm not here. and i never knew we could be so thick
and i never knew we could be so blue
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| -\\|for frankie z. |
[Aug. 19th, 2008|08:29 pm] |
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| | ex-parrot | ] |
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| | the red army choir : on the road | ] |
well frank settled down in the valley
and hung his wild years
on a nail that he drove through
his wife's forehead
he sold used office furniture
out there on san fernando road
and assumed a $30,000 loan
at 15 1/4 % and put down payment
on a little two bedroom place
his wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
made good bloody marys
kept her mouth shut most of the time
had a little chihuahua named carlos
that had some kind of skin disease
and was totally blind. they had a
thoroughly modern kitchen
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
frank drove a little sedan
they were so happy
one night frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple mickey's big mouths
drank 'em in the car on his way
to the shell station, he got a gallon of
gas in a can, drove home, doused
everything in the house, torched it,
parked across the street, laughing,
watching it burn, all halloween
orange and chimney red then
frank put on a top forty station
got on the hollywood freeway
headed north
never could stand that dog |
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| [:my heart just ain't in it no more... |
[Aug. 3rd, 2008|10:59 pm] |
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| | solitary | ] |
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| | g.g. allin : don't talk to me | ] |
and so the time has come to speak of other things, of forest fires, toppled states, and abandoned friendships and acquaintances. no more need for pleasantries and casual nods, yet another clear out is underway. i've decided to produce a couple of black spots and keep them in my wallet in the event we cross paths again. a token of what never was.
expect the black spot when you see me. |
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| [:a race to the bottom, gentlemen. |
[Jul. 28th, 2008|08:32 pm] |
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| | amused | ] |
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| | nick cave & the bad seeds : jack the ripper | ] |
just how severed can you get? how remote and obscure can you become? i'll best all you fucking squares.
and i bellowed at the firmament
looks like the rains are hear to stay
and the rain pissed down upon me
and washed me all away
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| tonight! |
[Jul. 15th, 2008|04:10 pm] |
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| | grunge | ] |
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| | the melvins : billy fish | ] |
the melvins live at amoeba. then meet up my ol' boy patrick because i miss his ass. and i don't remember him being as much of an ass as net. so that'll be nice.
its on like saigon ya fuckin' cunts. |
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| if all else fails >||plan b. |
[Jul. 8th, 2008|03:53 pm] |
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| | bili rubin | ] |
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| | kalus nomi : the cold song | ] |
plenty of time at work to think. you know that feeling you get when you drive? that utter absence of thought. you finally reach point b by sheer providence or simply by a conditioned routine. that's what i feel like from the moment i clock in and out of work. sometimes outside of work. i just do. without thought or emotion. like a writhing tail that's been sliced off the body. at moments, in between the cracks, i panic about where i am and where i'm going. i've decided if i'm not certified in anything by the age of 26...
sever ties.
medical school in cuba.
work in a hospital for two years.
join the doctors without borders.
thus being able to die with a clean conscience.
without god.
without country.
any takers? |
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| //::the people vs. du-fuckin'-ckie |
[Jul. 1st, 2008|09:21 pm] |
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| | alley gators | ] |
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| | the mentaly ill : gacy's place | ] |
so i finally saw 'pretty in pink' today. fuckin' ey. possibly one of the worst movies ever made. i really don't know how i did it. it was as painful as 'breakfast at tiffany's' or... a large bolt through the cock.
parts of pretty in pink were filmed at ol' marshall high. but at no point did i see a single black person in the movie... there were no blacks allowed in marshall in the eighties. wow! the eighties were a bizarre time, according to the movie. only rich people, and i mean filthy rich people, drove bmws! whereas now... any fool with a minimum wage gig can sink his weekly earnings on leasing one or keeping a three year oldmodel on the road (lol euro traps). even black people. who are now, sorta, allowed in marshall, can "own" bmws. also in the eighties, rich people didn't fuck poor people. where as now, the poor are always gettin' fucked by the...
my point is the movie blew hard wet arse and i was praying that duckie came down with a bad case of the aids throughout the whole thing. and then i thought about the kids who saw pretty in pink when it was released. and i wondered if there were any kids who thought duckie was cool. who dressed and talked like duckie. who got tossed into the girls' room like duckie. who i would've hated meeting. like duckie. fuck duckie. and his dumb glasses. his stupid hat. and ridiculous ass.
my day was boring. how was yours? do tell. i listened to the phantom limbs all day today. which made me wanna empty out all the shampoo bottles on the floor and slip and slide and dance. and crack my head open and let the gators out and get down to songs about spinal meningitis and children being fucked at gacy's place. quiver orgasmically to a heavy ebm track with charles manson's parole videos being sampled. just one of those days.
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