this is pretty good...hi to the drummer that opened for curve (hi
neilsy...engines of aggression - good stuff! then came korn)
according to sources, these are israelis - so what?
israel = 'is real' to me...and you?
the clown's name is 'berghoven' (mine 'bereghoven') or 'burnt oven' (burg or neighborhood oven is hot with pressures being just you to old friends, neighbors)
or then theirs as 'back home in your neck of the woods starving us down'
so seem...if the drummer is chris ondy, boy! you're hot - see ya soon again
the singer is ol' stacy keach we believe or then shannon...forgive extras soon
symbols me: the staircase is at the 'palace' in hollywood where played
the boots are granny from beverly hills-texaco asking us not to be
this will do for now...shy, uncooperative, afraid?
"what? i don't see anything..." eggsactly u r that just another fool
scissor sisters 'filthy gorgeous'
now we can know you
madonna finally covers 'nothing fails' live - a heartbreaker (a 'stanza') from 2003's 'remixed & revisited' ep
mtv's carson hosts the shot live
"You don't pay people when people don't get paid." - dM overhearing a black "midnight" attorney last night in PA, Cela Thompson for Angie Stone
"Knowing is spending too - the pen thief." - dM or then 'Christ' maybe
"There's nobody down there - nobody. You're not going." - dM quotes his Christ's mother about carnivals she supposedly made herself as showcasing freaks "Geek Love" (gay love...a gala)
"Somebody special [an actor, singer] asks 'who's who here?', so we tell them. They enforce it with guns if you get it wrong again." - dM quoting someone replying to my question about how anyone gets to be a religion or anyone here anyway
Bad Deal Central, Lower Back Pain At Once Criss-Crossing Through To The
Elbow In A Pile Of Naph-Electric Trans-Fat (You Won't Shit Your Pants
En Route - All Welsh And Scrimmaged Stabs At The Heart Bag For Rare
Bits)
Another excellent track from the Cocteau Twins podcast at Apple iTunes - they made this
great (who sings? we sampled Neil's Tennant's voice on the phone when
he was upset over money June 12, 1992 - his 'mother' died)
Heaven or Las Vegas (Cover Version)
5:36 4/15/07 APRIL 15/07 - Cover
version of track Heaven or Las Vegas by an unknown artist. Track
was submitted for inclusion in the Half-Gifts (Tribute to Cocteau
Twins) CD, but was not selected.
' singing on my favorite street | i want your love all over, all over,
all over me | life's in heaven or las vegas ' you could loose
it all ? make your bets in life then take your share (c. hynde), essex-p 'rogaids' hatbuckler
my favorite street is franklin avenue then in hollywood itself - so central its great beauty and at the foothills!
i lived in the orange building for fourteen (14) years...apartments 514 (roommates from 1988), 319 (alone, circa 1992), 320 (alone, circa 1993), 308 (for with boyfriend then alone circa 1994-2002 or so...)
plus, the pet shop boys' studio 'sarm west' is atop franklin towers (the 'entourage' condo, sure - the original 'sarm' is lancaster, pa 'our first job' it says -- see the 'heart' video)
get that...
it ain't worth much - but brief narrative from january 23
adds 1 gigabyte chip i got with a raincheck from cvs $9.99
this was 2 minutes at 100 megs about...twenty mins then?
the little candle holders on the table feature one that is lopsided on center peg and is just like a gear
if a cog or rounded tooth gear but fuller i think and as rotating, the lopsided gear or cog shows a transmission kinda only turning an axle or level wheel-gear sometimes while spinning around - no?
will a hollow motor axle turn a gear faster if rounded inside? less work distribution though...double up
anyway, a rainy day i made...love the show 'big love' on hbo by the way
martha plimpton (and weirdo model kathy mcnemeny...marilyn manson plus sneaker pimps 'long hard
road out of hell') is heather locklear, btw
yup...see the long, brown braided horn is spanish here
sure - when proposing to woman as 'saint' looking anywhere else, it says 'maybe not me, but one other [as next to or close by then]'
marilyn is a corpse or god's 'first person' that supposedly challenges women when it comes to being sexy and having 'the look' if so to speak
and if their halsted idea of beauty is bald black man from the ivory coast
this also our christ cursing god for simply aging with no such powers yet made as perhaps a red-foreheaded clairvoyant (no additions to marilyn makeup)
sure - i'd sell my soul for anything but being with you a cruel master of all it made and it seems...
'i'm married' (mary) and at oh so young it furthers...how will i live this to be at all?
the 'lesbians' are funny too one with a fake lion's mane - always exchanging same value at price as cheap and forgotten by me too
a white rose or flower says 'is either one of us' to you - a forgotten person here
p.s. the siamese twins are ashley of 'harry potter' fame very young just a baby...and see that's anita bryant in the last installment of 'phoenix'
the top two (2) are the sheets we got at target and fyi
sure - an off blue 'aqua' and a dark rattan 'brown'
i ruined 'em the blue with clearasil brand concealer, i think
'it couldn't happen here' from 1987
oh you were injured bad defending our freedoms as still talking but
then again how free?
two wins: getting it together, getting it to past you aids? no - no gay issues with success spoken to be, but of course we're hopeful for all on the way up and as against you
--------------------------------------------------------------
yesterday
remember how clear it seemed
in six-inch heels
quoting magazines
go all the way
you knew you could
so far
so good
someone asked
who do you think you are?
who pays your bills?
how come you came this far?
shrugged them off
and locked the door
so good
this far
now
it almost seems impossible
we've drunk
too much
and broke up everyone
i may be wrong
i thought we said
it couldn't happen here
i don't expect
to talk in terms of sense
our dignity
an inch of innocence
it contradicts
your battle scars
still healed
so far...
now it almost seems
incredible
we've laughed
too loud
and drove off everyone
i may be wrong
but i thought we said
it couldn't happen here
now it almost seems
impossible
we've found
ourselves back
where we
started from
i may be wrong
i thought we said
it couldn't happen here
this is the song called 'twelve
parts' from the movie 'less than zero'...thomas newman, haunting is the difference between living
and dying? eye of the moment i'd say and add elton john's 'funeral
for a friend' slowed down lots don't lend people our grace
the title to me says 'even if someone gave to you, you'd still have
nothing'
or then as a car going 0-50 in no time at all, you should say more - it
took alot to keep you together
keep it to yourself any 'third-person' tripe (eating pig guts whole and
dripping) as overhearing
Thank you to the House Of
Blues Sunset Strip for hosting us last night (01/14/09)...who knew
how pretty and varied inside! All was sweet. In my head people go "no
one cares if you were there"...if you did care, all went well for me.
Use most lefterly door front, go to the back and enter patios and tv
room back to front right like a big "u"...I sang Foreigner's "Blue Morning, Blue Day" as we ate some privately and as from album #2 "Double Vision"...was talking to Aerosmith's
Steven Tyler much of the night in the head he lives with us but his
time is short and brutal (this a home of his he says - "the only one"
he adds). Blacks I centered like this stuff too I hear, but you're not
allowed to sit in the tv room and talk to couples too much they say. We
sat with Sylvia Plath (author, "The Bell Jar" about abortions in the 60's-70's I guess, the 'bell jar' being the womb undisturbed...) for a while...
Consider The Gap again. The name was
formed by corporate strategy (God) in 1976 to honor Jimmy Carter who
started it all regaining strength after his election boiled over (mine:
they don't make you special ever, they just admit you beat their ass
like sitting in concert loving their stuff - so what?) The Gap went on
to be owned by Nestle but is not
my friend for rapid gains (noting once that Doug loves success only and
admits they're my friend for never closing shop and having it well you
deliver me sense at price). You price yourselves too high these days to
make a point for me but never closing you are government-owned no one
profits here after buyouts and buyouts. No one thrives here get a job
selling the stuff again to make more morning money and you pay me yet.
The Gap makes reference to a "gaffe" or political statement made off
and unawares. You wear jeans like Levis
- their original proust - to keep it casual cool and a statement taken
off isn't so bothersome to us anymore. We earned it and it still tells
you what to do and why noting however that clothes make the man and
Jews nearly refuse to be seen in them always tailoring older stuff for
their butt or something. Be cool.
Terry's mutual fund (Muhlenkamp) closes 2008 with a
balance of $9,974 (with shares at $38.60 after-tax or no buttons to
pull) down from $16,756.22 at open (or $65 per share). An IRA post-tax
is this and is this yours? Firmly $200 a paycheck in the hole for years
like a fucking moron while I run checks...beggars. My friend here says
about "retirement" that he's "not going to be eating ALPO like you" - that's real for me.
His sister says to me she cashed the parents at $600k and it was legit
("I dressed him for years" she says of the sometime actor "who murders
women" and died of prostate cancer promptly on pills but won't say - we
have that).
He, Terry, expects a cool million but does this to me now...today it
was about
lunch money. You pay for these fucks here, Bitch - I'm expensive. One
day he is simply going to be old Beverly Sills again.
"Death
Sentence" a most recent vehicle for harmon Kevin Bacon (from the
hereafter I'm to be called Doug Mousse...) at that film site Watch-Movies.net and thanks
for the greets. Synopsis: A family man now seeking qualitative argument
with his family after shorn (if our finest movements are caring for
ourselves alone and unusually), sits in a car at a 'new' gas pump while
his oldest son bargains his ass away as victimage in a convenience
store robbery that ends with the kid getting shot (in Salem's way I'd
say - strange moves). All is not as it seems - this kid comes from
god-knows-where as both kids have appeal and it turns out we have ex's
here, kinda, back from lathe making points count. I have to do with
less while you cite family to me and quite frankly the gifts here get
extreme. Shown for the pumps to body that melt my heart with noise.
Good show. Aperture. Watch closely.
the last one a year ago was so
good even though we're unwelcome mostly i go anyway maybe we'll be there - be
reminded i'm not you...no one to know, is mean and looks private-citizen your challenge is to deny and
make me real - i never tell you anything and get usual fast don't ever think i live to see
you and say - i play dumb just like last night when i murdered too
little girls in the 930 block of palm in east brunswick, new jersey these are not for you i've
always been cruel but you are stupid to me always my biggest challenge is not
looking bad when i'm trying get laid a woman's foam is everyhow i get in bad binds but you'll
take it up the ass later i had this shit as no one
special and you just get cheaper and cheaper to me p.s. my plane either has fake
people, delivered people from renegade to heaven unknown to you, or
simply died afterward some still dying? you? protest your bad
breath...these are all real but unwelcome at any rate
The year-end robs me of my own the gavel down. From soup to butts yours
were delicious.
1) Hoover Dam seem on the road before Las Vegas makes gasoline (from
corn, peaches mostly) - did you know
that? That's why it's surrounded with black tnt and its regards. The
sheen apparent on the other side. True? I liked it...precursor or
prevelvets. "We want people to pay" is the quote...
2) Good movies of late: "No
Country For Old Men" - strange shit and truly evil...some Jane
Austen period prick ("Atonement") with the real Rupert Everett nice looking and
everlast Sean Young. Good stuff. Strange more soon...this I begin with
a younger woman fighting a young man open chest for possession of a
painted plaster urn at an outdoor fountain in England the countryside -
he breaks the handle off while she attemps gathers water from this
slight lily pond. Too helpful, she, in fresh-faced govana (openess)
dives in to get a piece that wisked in. He is her father, the house is
huge stone with art house interiors or much ado about nothing and he
knows nothing of it he just likes her. He wants to be a doctor
apparently but he needs to know more about her interiors or what I call
"charting" as in vagina (our thoughts demise) before advancing his
cause my lectern. In the meantime, he will be called physician as
studying those who run by
and are not told. The man, the real Rupert Everett (yeah, we saw you at
the bus stop up on Sunset with some girl - thanks), is dressing in
black tuxedo a dinner suit and typing up invites or callings that he
himself delivers to others. He is plagued in the huge house by a girl
"se" say "c" (these may added by me) who is like an old woman and helps
the governess as such get rid of people as she begs them off.
Onward...and note I eventually killed "c" with a knife in her back for
her troubles to me (note how I would cut hair in the back by grabbing
and pulling at-with scissors for a 'hole' effect). She the Sean Young
role is supposedly Richard II in makeup and Everett as me with-and Clay
Callendar as who dressed like a woman to avoid scrutines. Ours? 1962?
See on for no title.
3) Apple is AT&T and we regret to say we break
of New Orleans to
keep from being number one is not nice always ours to say. Get real.
Jane Fonda was never wrong like that. Jimmy Carter was buried years
ago, your are a fool still. My fool. A woman is the cheapest shit made
and is still a bargain unheard. Never listen to that. A fool. You are
with that only. A fucking fool.
I'm here and still I hate things. Thanks Richard - spanish fly itself -
for Karen Carey (of Lawrence NJ - Wall Street Journal is
hers mostly I
'fucked' her boyfriend behind her back take that in our only fume..she
like all women here are criminals and are with me...sicknesses murder
they poked out eyes and shit a forgiven type...and faggot learns when I
get bothered how it goes only...for you and me too) in your prince of
parties video - she is not welcome ever but dated Chris my brother
lately is adult and unhappy kinda and he and her broke up. Nice to see
you Karen but this stuff is just like before - should I say again? Hi
Rob ever. We are here. "Flight Of The Conchords" can be seen on HBO every Sunday at 10...
Amyl-Nitrous Bleph Year
2008 Quadra-Fang Wasn't That Great The Eight And All Simple
Numerologies Themes Of Fanklin And Ours Of Behence Neurodisorder, Post
Carpus Rheem Click Here Outrage Hearsay Scince Prophylaxis You're the fool here always but
inside delicious little untruths true
barridge Seven-Up named when an average-thickness cock up in your ass
seemed untrue was never a cola eye aburp you twice to relieve us both. 'There's
not enough pain in the
world to make me shit my pants in public like Elton John does
onstage is simply not true. I want it still that's all - I want it like
my mother wants Obama to be real in her pacant field of shit for dreams
while I help President Hillary Clinton only and he will assist her with
a firm lain insult after all factory skin is sanded off sancre to be
hinde (I show him my chest hair that got claps - not tits - see Marc
Ondy he does that well pumps his dick too he is mine only a faggot dies
in heaven see you there dying to me like spanish lycra with the
seventeen virgin silkscreens quaffing the air of your own silcid farts
I keep them all in coffee cans and run them at you all at once after
mad dogs I unleash rip your dumb ass to shreds with real teeth for
seeking truth in my darkest hole you are a faggot dying to me only your
love is my asshole validating your memory to my very shit pegs of hate
and having hate form you you are a beggar only ask again). Both retard
me what could it be? Hate isn't that organized and the complicit
unspoken of non-losses prevail wish me a world - are you sure it wasn't
something stupid after all? Something about you just being there in a
quillade - may my unicef-claybol of harmonies that are basically never
to have touch and just for feel like mucous never meets velour, like
satin never gives off a sperm. Some say a guiltly pleasure, but for the
last time that means naked pictures of you by the silently rotating
heat-managed harms even in your wall-hung tv set making fake bluegoat
zits on every fat ass 'you aren't so bad' if you get to see others
living so cutboard and bare (how true if that's intelligence always yes
no never no can I smell at your asshole first? Like the rickshaw
scaffolds of ranning burns I hatched crudely with heart-boiling warts
up in your ass no pvc or their handswipe of emolients were used this
time actually just pinenuts and the gummed lips of the switzer 'fanned'
carp (most of lower prussia, parts of indigo and franklin neshaminy
scem for yourself), you had this removed but I put it back in others
around you toughing, pulling night sleds of soap and hot blakelies of
pant urine if the real dangler or haas-kin of bother is having to look
and sometimes just to think of it a nascent (not sent, just coming into
olfactory sense node or no movement or sound can you just 'seem' until
pass or fail, fragment, dilettante, dismay or then detouche the actiual
remain to be thrown like a third-gauge piano by riddler catapult back
to harmonize with a hell of atatompe singers 'kill that now and again
no tussle'). These are real but I can fix fast if need be to be need.
Welcome 2009 as I cry baby 'you bitch! you fucking bitch!' and no I'm
not you yet I'm serious here and never ploy people like sneaky faggots
seeking love doad 'dead on arrival, dead' - we went the distance and I
can't keep living the foam in you so say you mere peanuts.
You don't hafta like anything
selling that as another cheaply-made
smart - trust that. A fucking outrage is only true once and to be...we
don't let people see anything stupid dying of it like no one cared a
joke. That's yours again to keep with every other junk made you.
