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Saturday, August 23rd, 2008
4:56 pm	to my newest friends I don't speak Russian or any other languages using the Cyrillic alphabet. The reason I have "Это курам на смех!" posted in my profile is because I'm very big Joss Whedon fan, and the quote is from Serenity. I've also read that it's a common saying, but it has particular significance in the movie. I'm flattered that you added me, but unfortunately I can't understand a word of your posts! If you speak english, please let me know why you friended me, and we can get on with a proper friendship. : D Hmm ... it occurs to me that I may be very late in posting this, as I haven't been here in a while and I have no idea when you added me. (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 10th, 2006
10:13 pm	call it i think this journal's dead. y'know, in case anyone is watching ... i have a journal that's still (minimally) active at xoruglm. (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 24th, 2005
1:28 am	breathing: why do it? sta*s*atR*s*t*ra*rt unconscious mittr in g breath heathen wanderr / drink thisfluence / you're too late maybe i'm dreaming t WRNCH TzHS EOCKET. untap the plug drawing lines _______________________. here open tap surface weight here. listen incontinent \\incomprehensible//?!## you're right here. listen drift and cumbersome weight fluid [[ ]] here here here. PIINCH pussy earwig help stand elect L-tap until. I-beam weight seventh weight seven until. no longer weight free second. y=or =-coded wait *(star)t jutter were I second past pastel your wait seven 444444. if any seconds then wait again. 77777 survivors. virus sterile manifest waits seven seconds. european league of astral butter. sickly children scatter undressed from light. go home. aready here/. go home. alrdy Current Music: 423,827 (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 21st, 2005
1:38 am	bedtime theory caught you red handed weren't very good in your room made us aware spinner thing burrowing gap caught in the act the temperature drops. the hands that clasp the fingers that knot swallow and wait deep in your room no sigh of asphalt level some sort of feare a drunk distaste for ripping clawing then gone and the spinning thing swallows gone the displacement lie he'll catch you in the act not that good. is this all that we are yes, yes indeed is this all that we are hair splitting anthems and atoms we reach for the moons no one else sees the temperature drops. .wait he'll tell you. only this time don't withhold information a gap is as bad as a lie the spinning holds no comfort to a wailing ear we clasp hands but we don't belong (Comment on this)
Friday, July 1st, 2005
8:14 pm	Here's to the Oblong Boys If trivia seems the main concern And uncertainty sets the heart to burn And the liquid's stale in the pipes of brain So your dreams of cream turn sour again Call for the oblong boys See them on their way and long gone Only when you're lonely you count the seeds you've sown Suspicion is a purple worm gnawing at your bones Call for the oblong boys Do no wrong Call for the oblong boys Saw us on our way, for so long A sweeter crop has failed, and now A rock of angst has blunt the plough And the cat claws a hex on the bark of your tree So your silver leaves taste of tin, to me Call for the oblong boys See them on their way and long gone Call for the oblong boys Do no wrong Call for the oblong boys Saw us on our way For so long -Renaldo & The Loaf Current Music: The Elbow is Taboo (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 28th, 2005
11:19 am	pull me up. roll the dice and advance don't look sideways that way lies madness don't look sideways that way lies madness don't look sideways that way lies chain gang up the ladder each one hangs from the next one's toes pull me up, pull me up up to the light the darkness eats the rungs below us. shake your head. the light is everywhere. shake your head, it won't leave you the light is everywhere and it's not going to stop (i've got something in my pocket for you) dullard, look we've got rays and whales and an ocean full of fish don't mind the monkeys, children of fish they're only here a short while. (Comment on this)
Monday, June 20th, 2005
2:34 am	hello! my name is SOCIAL RETARD don't look at me don't look at me no one's looking so shut up don't look don't look don't look shut up already don't look whatamiafuckingdog(shutup) yah i was born with a silver spoon wedged up my ass a greasy fucking silver spoon made out of silver what of it and the green green grass behind the high high fences and the cops quaking in their nicely shined boots what of it meanwhile poor stereotypical (fill in race of preference here) kid does (fill in drug of preference) on his mom's bathroom floor while she's doing her next client (fill in sexual position of preference here)-style or something yah something yah i don't know shit and thus I HATE MY LIFE BECAUSE (fill it in) PLEASE SUCK MY BRAIN OUT MY NOSE I SIT BY THE FRIDGE EATING (you know what to do) ALL DAY I WANT YOU TO WANT ME I'LL SUCK YOUR DICK FOR FIVE DOLLARS I ALREADY CUT MINE OFF WITH THE SPOON I HOPE THE AMBULANCE COMES SOOOOON SHOOOOOT MEEEEEEEEE here's a flier. i don't really i know i don't hate anyone i don't i fear everyone i hate what i fear what i don't know and i don't really know you no, not really no, i don't i fell off a cliff hahahahaha and my name's clif get it hahahahaah don't get it where's your cellphone you cellphone ritard RITARD GET IT HOLY SHIT HERE COMES (YOUR FAVORITE TV CELEBRITY!!!) i want to be your giant hypodermic bouncy ball o' fun so smile cheese for the flashy you goddamn hypocrite motherfucker i want you to want to crack the side of my face open with a pipe so let me tell you how many ways i had your mother last night and how she begged for it (i'm all out of pipes here's a wrench) i want you to drain all my holes with a siphon by mouth, please and sell it on a corner with a smile and then gimme the tip (oh they don't tip fluids dealers do they? ohhhhhhh) so i can further my obsessive habit of NOT LOOKING YOU IN THE EYE please or why don't you just leave me be just, you know don't call don't write ever. yeah ... that'd be best (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, April 29th, 2005
12:25 am	i forgot why i wanted to remember (explodingdog.com) (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 28th, 2005
12:14 am	from illogician. 1. Grab the nearest book. 2. Open the book to page 123. 3. Find the fifth sentence. 4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions. 5. Don't search around and look. Do what's actually next to you. "FIND DISCOUNT COUPONS in the back of this directory!" ... yes, it's lame. I am in a hotel room and I didn't bring any books because I wanted to focus on writing. Also: ( DON'T LOOK if you haven't finished your Firefly DVD set, or don't want any spoilers for the feature film ... ) (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 14th, 2005
10:24 pm	ug:re (stay open) peer::: elements in seed come between us nothing i say nothing will make this unique peer::; and make a tiny life in your head lamplit dark sidelit warm frayd colors mismatch eyes the no-color of burnished flame. pull back,,,pull back from these wiµdows and doors pull uppullup thru a starry spill into the squidform black. nothing is yours worth beauty. compose., fracture but never roll eyes never clog ears never give whole the right hand, ona left withdraws, withdraw withdraw branches push their fingers spreading tendrils under grey and arid soil; the thought that you might marry sends shivers down my spine. Current Music: dismantling five years (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 30th, 2005
12:15 pm	uniter/divider frankie takes it home throwing petals in the pond "hold you in arms" or wrapped around his heart love you, now or for forever forget never, no catch you if you fall. two steps forward one step back grinning with love. catch you as you fall whereverwhenever you fall. "holds you with arms" beneath a sliver moon fingers in the drain will catch you as you fall Current Mood: when i wake up Current Music: if i wake up (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
8:38 pm	YOU MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE. you who call yourselves "Christians" and yet insist on the death penalty and other euphemisms for meaningless slaughter. you who think that punishment offers any deterrent at all for those who feel they have nothing to lose. you who have no problems watching two and a half hours of bloodshed and then throw a fit when someone shows nipple. you who think that pointing out the theoretical nature of evolution gives your own argument more credence. you who think that darting in and out of traffic is going to get you home any faster. you who pay more attention to your cellphone than the person next to you. you who pay more attention to your cellphone than the traffic around you. you who think that being a member of a race, religion, country, political organization, profession, graduating class, income tax bracket etc. automatically makes you a better person. you who knowingly profit from the suffering of others and then believe that profit is duly earned. where would we be without you? ... but not you, spammers. you can go lick a dog's ass until it bleeds. (Comment on this)
Saturday, March 5th, 2005
10:28 pm	hate like a salmon yeah, yeah "blah blah blah" four year joke (no, don't breathe! don't breathe! don't breathe! don't) i want to crawl deep. don't wring these throats. the twin paradox in effect let the water level sink WORMS. ~~the rose coloured filter~~ the four year old joke in stopmotion Case, neurotoxin delicate in bloodstream (prodigious!ness!) meanwhile, Rick James sandworms/rock fishing smash the tape (hello) heat signature of the not-man (blinvisible?) galapagos, lying half-finished on a sofa in Bitter Lake 209 DAYS REMAINING. lately i'm following roads to their (dead) ends tottering constructions of words like alphabet blocks the mirror shards i might as well hang from my rear view a veritable smoothie of metaphors I HAVE NO SHADOW/I AM A SHADOW (twin paradox, again) i fantasize about being bodiless (fuck me) ALL ROADS LEAD BACK TO YOUR FRONT DOOR. Current Mood: temporary Current Music: assemblyline supamachine (Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 1st, 2005
9:14 am	sexual freedoms in the dispersion of the human colloid random events occur. brownian motion, to coin a phrase, provides the impetus of a small beetle winging to the lip of the windowpane to watch the fall colors changing. i, the man imposed, reign only at dusk as the sun falls between 6 and 7 degrees below the horizon in the margin of fuzziness inherent. the detritus (no context provided) the colostomy bags beneath the lightbox tilt, pitch, and yaw piezoelectrics help me.* ///////////you may begin reading here (open your eyes now)/////////// *"There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one's own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn't, but if he was sane he had to fly them. If he flew them he was crazy and didn't have to; but if he didn't want to he was sane and had to. Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle." : ) Current Mood: beautiful Current Music: evil (Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 15th, 2005
12:29 am	it's ok because i don't really mean it www.explodingdog.com (Comment on this)
Monday, February 14th, 2005
1:39 pm	the greatest lover in the world falls asleep, pt 2 (REPRATsorry!) little stone, the faeries circle dripping light ethereal the does graze, softly do they tickle the turquoise grasses as the leaves droop their sleepy heads, the pitter-patter of falling dew soothes all who hear it (what's wrong with you?) even the night shines here in fact, we can't tell night from day it's always sort-of translucent grey but not the dull kind milky, like light congealed you can bathe in it. nitroglycerine pokes its tiny head around a tree trunk cooing softly 'forgetfulness is peace' GOIN DOWN TO ARIZONA the waterfalls the rolling hills CLEARLY YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN THERE. the stone shifts slightly as you sit on it but nothing will disturb the (all-powerful) tranquility guns turn to flowers and bullets to little harmless honeybees AND VOMIT TO FLOWING AMBROSIA? i hear not. no words to disturb this quiet no words we'll lie in the f ronds tenderl y stroking y ards of s ilK?? U I KNOW NOT CMMERE LET ME SING YOU A POMME I CRY EASY BITCHS CEMEN T CEMENT CEMENT. IIYAYYAIIAYA.AH (Comment on this)
Friday, January 14th, 2005
1:51 am	quantum channelling (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, November 27th, 2004
9:27 pm	cnrnain yuo"a'dya,sii.o,a,,pi! \\ dorofralltlhlaeont. lv aeyeyogie'o-ehrlf' osotobolottisotobologh oso tnto yuii ntti iaaln -utyunvroeieio.loyuiignorrcn e.v.d.n..tt.o..s.f.d.. crmad'n raiy.hr'aatl .. . ites:r:r:swi'i'goy uth edfh lneil bseno,hr.let gttlte!) Current Mood: sober jill, acoustic satellite Current Music: THE FOLT; yetpakh (Comment on this)
9:27 pm	you coward. yeah, i said it. you and your comfortable little shell are going to live a very very long time together. life's too short? not for you, it isn't. this is a calling-out to you and everyone like you. all of you living in your preconceived notions of 'decorum' and 'normality'. there's a nasty little surprise waiting for you at the end of the line. sleep tight 'till then! : ) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 25th, 2004
1:15 am	standards of beauty (i'm asking for it, i know) du mp this. far front. wait, whe re'd you get those bags? i'm made f q uicksand. honey, you don't know shit. wait for a better day, then come and work for me. it's sudden ? co me ba ck home. every one misses you. insults an d avarice will get you everyw here! jus we'r e up in the ra fters . can you see us? men from underground. wa tch them poin t their pointy hats at you. we're all coming down the ladder. wait for us. taking the formula apart. aren't we cle ver? "where i end an d you be in" come ba ck for b it of th t old home-cooked goodness. it's warmer here under the eaves. especi ally when it's t hi s wet out.t don't look back look the other way. wring those h ands. i'm so full of love, i want you all to f eel it glowing takin g poi nt. taking a im. where the bologna. no, i don't k now w here you got i from. the fillings in yo ur teeth? m aybe. ma ybe little "... somewhere w e will meet." curl up tight. (Comment on this)