No, It Was More Than A
Bush Possibly Even More Than You Could Know - Why Not Blend Right In
Then For August 2004 And As Per Usual There's You
Where It Is To Be Spoken And Here 07/27/04 1725
Went to Bloomingdales this past
weekend
with roommate Terry to get merchandise on the two (2) gift cards he was
saving
for whatever reason - one for two hundred fifty ($250.00) and one for
fifty
($50.00). Oh, upon entering the store at Beverly Center we had to stop
and
check the values on the cards, and if I hadn't already bought two (2)
packs
of Calvin Klein underwear there earlier (Size 38 white brief - I like
'em
baggy sexy), we wouldn't have had to fight so much. After whining
throught
that, I picked up a new Fossil baseball hat all sailor blue at twelve
fifty
($12.50), a new t-shirt at forty-nine dollars ($49.00) and two (2)
packs
of Gold-Toe socks white at six bucks ($6.00) each. The t-shirt, a
mustard yellow brim with red wind and brown block letters, has
"379-AGP" then "1" on the front or cover. Two (2) groups of
Anglo-Germans perished on August 1st in San Francisco and Atlantic City
in 1946 trying to get here and are honored this way. Whatever! I'm
assured that the high price stops others from having but you pay for
all made, yet see Terry buying-wearing the same shirt. Having too much
and too little of it said. Tried to take mine back with no tags or
receipts later and after washing to shrepp, but to little said. I'll
keep and wear in the bedroom studio. Curses then. Curses
- and new type font.
The Way That You Move Me 07/26/04 1215
So, here I am lying in our empty studio (one room for the bed with
bathroom and eat-in kitchen off to the side - the door enters it - an
artist and daylight made this happen). I bought one of those Coleman air mattresses at Target - it is queen-sized, but
apparently there are three (3) levels to comfort mine the first (or
basis for such) at
about twenty-three dollars (~23.00). They say not to use a hair dryer
to
blow it up (instead using their specialized air pump for extra ducks),
but
I do anyway and find that you can use the nozzle screen to push closed
the
air nozzle on the inside of the mattress and all is then well for outer
closure
(get a mattress to know well - that is your tip for having one). So
burn
the house down in comfort I'd say. While straightening out my effects
for
this dumpsure, I also got a new cell phone from AT&T Wireless on approved
credit no less! I update all because they wouldn't work with my ol'
Motorola flip and I couldn't stand to listen the options any further
may my new Nokia now emerge me for thirty-nine ninety-nine ($39.99) a
month like seven hundred (700) minutes from here only pray no over no
match. Thanks again. Never resist change I'd say too much - it ain't
good huh? In the meantime, forgive my fatal
flaw for writing fast out of the home, and know that I'm catching up on
my
readings with Donna Summer's little book and that one called "Ash
Wednesday". Eat me. "Get a job!" You're only the savior put to rest
here. You're the only
savior.
Pleased To Please Me 07/23/04 XXXX
Forgive the technical fouls and the week-date being fucked up - I'm on
the move sorta. Thank "Hybrid" a local gaymer church-Internet dynasty
in
West Hollywood for being so foamed too - thanks I needed you too
(curses then). We'll move on it seemed....
Prepared Especially For Douglas C. Moon - A Rural Dignity
07/18/04 1428
Not too long ago, I got my little annual statement from the Social
Security Administration what provides my annual taxed social security
earnings from calandar year 1979 to calendar year 2003. My total fee'd?
Five hundred
fifty-five thousand three hundred three dollars ($555,303) - and that's
all for twenty-four (24) annuals. On average with no frills and no
going
over not once, that is twenty-three thousand one hundred thirty seven
dollars
($23,137) per annum or per year.
Should If Be And One May To
Approach 07/17/04 1201
Should one of these clandestine (hiding and living among) coaches (um
"roach coaches") approach with battleshields on, remember my
recommendation for morning sandwiches prepared lovingly by Mexican
ladies within and wrapped by wax-dry paper. I get on white zinfandel
(overheated then) or sourdough toast: omelet egg (usual a scramble for
cover), iceberg lettuce, mayonnaise, avocado slices, and yellow
american cheese to wit. We call it "The Delgado" or "daily number [to
be had once or if two times daily]". So good to you. The move here is
on even as we speak, but friends may to abound. My phone to be shut off
at 5:00 PM PDT. Knock loud - I'm clandestine or then hiding inside.
Neil Told Me To Go To Fucking
Hell 07/16/04 2217
Neil - what? Aren't you dead of this yet? Not mine. Talk to me, see
it here. You and yours will go to hell together. You are not staying.
To Moving Update
07/16/04 2049
No change to plans yet - the roommate Terry calls from work today and
goes "don't blame me - I haven't done anything yet" (implying that I
haven't been left yet) but I keep my switches on/off in place and ready
to shoot for if tomorrow when it happens for real like everything
else unbelievable and stupid in plause that comes and goes if
announced. No
relief seen from this today and I hafta ask you or someone what might
be
- no. Instead of, today I called my employment agency of two (2) years
accepting Accountemps
(as experienced staff accountant - they called me but once during the
past session, but only
when the bus strike was on I have no car but will place up to eight
miles
or so by bus - my I present my resume
pending further update now as house-husband, now a comfort to you? -
half that
is at actually Accountants On Call in Burbank so to fuck it) and made
myself available yet again the
only
god incarnate for the next upcoming week (I never refuse, I
never
ask to, but call in basically weekly as said). Tomorrow, I may accept
this
here for a few weeks so I don't have a bed or shower curtain? So what?
Me
and my private intents toward this will live it on the cheek. Toward a
lonely faggot saying how "sad" it all is and how I have "many friends
in my head"
as instead to talk to. So sad - but not that yet. "We'll be friends
later
on down the road, but not now though." No friends - just ask me again
later
too. In the head I get "you're gonna get thrown out earlier." We'll see
chessman,
we'll see. I don't live your life ever. Never will I see it. Never to
you
will I see. "We [California] don't have the money for this." You can't
afford
me, huh. Your homes capped, your drugs capped, your jobs capped. Yours
to
be capped. When I seek to go home to New Jesrey it is by choice, not by
yours choiced. Yours choiced here. P.S. And by popular demand, my "23
Questions With The Semi-Famous" thing from Confederate Mack - a
reprint here.
Remember To Visit The Rectory
07/16/04 1704
Remember to visit the rectory
of songs I've compliled even as I treat-burn disks to keep what's
mine as taken. I love this new song I heard by Felix Da Housecat called
"Everyone Is Someone In LA". Very VH-1 as sung by Madonna with Neil a
freak and k.d. Lang.
A Movie I Walked Out Of Just
If To Be Seen 07/16/04 1408
I've only walked out of a few movies that bothered me in the theater
for whatever reason - one of those just being "Empire Of The Sun" by
Steven Spielberg kinda (really Neil's father Moon at the helm at Universal briefly, then
absconded by Spielberg who offered to fix - "it wasn't going to work
with no-ones
in it" - a Moon). It was on tv last night starring Christian Bale and I
was
trying to take some more in I love Bangkok where the Chinese Revolution
took
place and primarily against England and the U.S. locking horns over pay
rates
and all then just too long though. Maybe I see all one day (the woman
in
the "suray" or wheeled cart to man falling on "you did not pay like I
did
- get off me!" then "do you see me here?!?" and then "take another
place
in the world that is not yours and die right there!") LOL! I also
walked
out of "Blue Steel"
starring
Jamie Lee Curtis and Ron Silvers (T. Moon again faking in this one -
"blue
steel" won't cut with laser light or heat - one must push it in too at
the
same time and risk burning - too much cobalt seared in to inner space
and
those s-holes within) for being too fucking ugly-stupid and then "The Beach" for not
wrapping that crap up soon enough a minute-by-minute in real time to
the end of dying (good film though - see it). Oh, sure - I stopped
watching "Schindler's
List" too for being too nasty with that one guy Ralph Fiennes
shooting people from a window but that might have been rented on VHS I
can't remember so propagationist to me (having no allure - made to feel
empty to me). End this quiz. More: See 'cousin' Di Caprio (hint hint)
in that "Catch Me If
You Can" being shown on tv now at level or effect too - that's a
good one too (and very mean to watch with good-looking pictures and us
within - a sleeper, really....I love old banking and accounting stories
- a great sham always afoot with and about the days before computers
could ring it all up to you).
Last Night's Dream-Feeling
07/16/04 1009
I awoke to a morgue again last night. I was in some place in a
neighborhood, really, all colors and this facility was piecing together
body parts and faces and junk in floor drains but in a rubbery kinda
fake way. Someone broke loose out a side door and was confronted by a
man across a streetlawn wielding a gun or something and as on the way
out - all in grass and lawns midday. I woke up to someone touching
inside my hand behind me and to the horrible pumpings of life en masse
and the general complaint of bodies stacking up and people who have
passed being forced to endure sights no one should see. I relieve up to
and out of the way overhead - in particularly my friend Chris
complained I chain this to with doubt of, his younger brother made to
lay in a body for the Neptune
Society recently - but warn to keep else off of the premises and
out of sight with frights when needed. I don't chain people to the
miseries of lifebeing, but the air in here was rife with unearthly
smokes and sounds like I connected to the whole bit of it. That ended
soon enough, but thanks again. I will not
overwhelm to you in this, but see you sleeping and waking for such and
for.
And in that then, being pumped as such and seeing it. Seeing it all
like
I have enough of - rubbery. Yesterday's time of unearthly departure?
1403
Daniel Brotman MC. I remember lying on a bed as friend Chris midday
late
evening with someone asking to declare me to dead as unable to move.
Unable
to say but I see motionless. Maybe now you see this too. Problem people
everywhere and dying to me no whatever you say. To wit: God over chains
doubters
of me to horrible fates not yours. See that. I care for you, you care
for
me too - or else. God over (the one who has to know these, right?) also
assures me when I push away that he maintains stabilities as yet unseen
in this
by not letting move. I pull it away when I don't get what I want when I
want it. I try a bit of everything you see.
More Soapbox Engineering
07/15/04 2011
Let's see about our living arrangements: Well, the roommate Terry - the
only one "working" and the only one "on the lease" here, has decided to
move and go on vacation at the same time. A full abandonment as I
penniless
still (no I don't work for you yet). This weekend, there is to be no
messing
around with drugs or at any a nonesuch as boxes are packed around me
and
I am left stinking here until the end of the month. A careful
structuring
to see me out - thanks to whomever. I can't have the new address to
know
and he is flying to Minnesota on the 23rd staying until August 10. I've
made
and kept few friends in this, but how long do you think this person
intends
to live beyond me? With his family too? He is moving this weekend as
"the
only option" renting a truck Saturday and then me sleeping on the floor
here
I guess until? This is all I was left yet - you and this. Friends
coming
to help out him - beware only (some seek an own place to crash in their
whirlwind
of desperation - anyplace but in this see me). When we separate for
good,
new things to occur with. Maybe I go home to NJ for a while.
Faggots...they
throw people out in the street. That's faggots (you? you were never
in).
In the meantime, on Saturday I go to the police to seek redress. Per
West
Hollywood civic clause "no abandonment shall take place without due
cause."
Old age, death, dismembering, etc. The parents, of course, want me home
and are working for that end with so little to condemn. This fool I
live
with is much like you and thinks no one special here. I see someone in
my
radius only. Someone to ask for.
To But An Itch And Then To
Whip These Up From Scratch 07/15/04 1825
My mother reports a body rash bad after having her father burn poison
ivy shreds in a barrel all when she was young. I personally had this
shit all over my hands one year (1975) after picking wild strawberries
on the edge of a farm soil in back of our yard. All over! I had to sit
on them to
ease the rash from blood pumpingness. What is this stuff and how best
to
ease if someone puts it in your "pussy galore" (um, see this
"patchouli" - a "pussy" that issues mageula stink...."forever") scent
to burn incense (but
as
useless brown)? Poison oak was made as first in 1622 England only to
stop
people from having our woods noted as theirs if they were to be so
shallow as to present theirs as ours. It grew all over oak trees and
made them stink bad in refinement plus make rash all over eyes and face
if should chop or surrey (guild). It makes message of the wood noted
only. Poison ivy followed in 1700 or thereabouts to further plight
those who would claim ours as theirs. If one should note, the colonies
were barely started still and we used poison ivy north america only to
make the road less traveled less nuisant too if one should bathe aloft
or without clothings afoot. No Frenchman accustomed to such would ever
bathe again near brook or fallow should the urge pretend to be with us.
"Bathe at home" it said calmly but with sureties one would reserve for
stern or friendship of else. Poison sumac, made in and about 1766,
was named after French matron general (mothers troops to death with
guide
and helping) Louise Parkinson a yet male - was a "sumac" general or one
who
sleeps without clothes on yet again (that word is French as "sumace"
say
"soo-maytes" for "sleeps [around] without clothing on"). Sleeping and
eating,
one would wander around picking berries lightly aloft while skimming
the
bathe and we poisoned that with answered now sumac. Sumac was meant to
cover
the hands only and that is what I got in 1975, I believe. All were
meant
to disappear with flame or rash burning a week or so seven (7) days
unless
in lungs a breathing halted at night. Rinse wth soda waters to decrease
the
rash once daily - 7-Up, is best really. No rash is invincible -
remember that
heat energy exploding hydrogens within is what produces all like it and
cold
energies are best applied as ice may to hamper. Remember, we don't like
people
still - it's all in there and in me too. May to a greener smoke govern
you
home. Further tip: How best to get rid of poison ivy or poison sumac?
Not
with fire or flame. Put down a wooden or canvas tarp and let the sun be
deprived
of its quarry. After six (6) days, there should be no more to think
about.
Black plastic is fine, but serves and preserves the oils that make
trouble
for. Use gloves. Never burn this stuff - never. Other weeds - get rid
of
that too with same methods. For ongoing, chip around plastic eaves or
coverings.
Smother what's undreneath, then lay chips down. You could do more like
laying
plastic around plants, bushes too. Tip after: We want you to ask townspeople for all you
need
- not to just take and leave there. Womanhad: "Yeah - and then you just
take."
To you and yours an ever of a rash to be abnormal sort.
The Buzz Around Town Is
07/15/04 1454
I was listening to an episode in mind last night - someone or something
tossed one (1) heated can(s) of Brazilian internet bees into someone's
home and took off. These bees will sting the shit out of you as just
Brazilian bees get too hot and usually at night. Be cautioned - they
will sting everything in sight and ten (10) bites will see you dead in
two (2) days time to no lockup. Try and get emergency help for that! In
my youth, I was stung up to
eleventeen (11 x 2) times on the face by yellowjackets (pictured) in
New Jersey
proper for laughing at someone getting stung (on the wrist and up in a
dress
a mu-mu for right on the pussy, I hear) and I have no sympathy or
remorse
for those who cater these. Consider yourself honored my face all puffed
up
for all week and a day then. Honor to these my darkest days yet. You
hide
in the pool, and on the internet, you hide. Further, I was in Koontz Hardware (8914 Santa
Monica Boulevard, West Hollywood - named after author Dean Koontz -
Madonna owns this with lesbian singers Teena Marie and k.d. Lang)
looking at fly strips last night they have 'em. Been fantasizing about
being at Island Beach
State Park
(blessed, beautiful, can be a very private - a valid, legal barbeque on
sand perhaps see
another site) - a private reserve just south of Seaside Heights in
New Jersey Barnegat area - and stretching out a long, sticky fly strip
to catch a few of those biting flies with striped eyes (horse flies -
made to harvest and kill worms from the feet of horses - these grow
into snakes, but not here in New Jersey where we are blessed) and
watching them suffer in the sun trying to get off it so glued (hang
from a pole or such then device?) I hate those bastards, but it is
kinda funny when a fat girl gets stung on the cheek
at (we leave 'em in-place to discourage a life lived there and in the
sun
while we toil for it - skin cancer? no - to your bother). Anyway, we
get
those fly strips in a tube to pull out and along, but I noticed a new
home
for yellowjackets too - a convenient cone in a plastic or glass jar for
alluring
and then disposing of such then. How nice to you. The hours I would
spend torturting these things...and then now wolves have been
introduced to this on. How do bees string you err? We've all seen on tv
the prod coming down
and out of the rear bulb with juice on it perhaps as too small a tube -
maybe,
like me, you've pulled one right out of a bee or wasp with tweezers on?
No
to fear! That is just weighted end or ballast (broken height or bent
shape),
literally. That anchors in-place for a bite. The sting is delivered by
might
of mouth and is two (2) prods that issue of and from under the tongue
of.
See venom only come from the mouth and any juice in rear a lubricant of
sorts
that hurts too - but not like a bite hurts. Proof? No animal can streer
its
butt around for long after an insect appears (no animal lives by the
ass
of itself). A bee, a wasp bites you with its mouth only - like a snake
and similarly. No animal stings from tail - none, not even a scorpion.
The tail
prods though. Who knew? Not I. Why were yellowjackets made? To
discourage the waste of fruit and foods being left around town while
you party it up in harvest and plague. Made first in Massachusetts,
1763. A Boston regular knew my prides then. Yellowjackets are second to
wasps what sting screaming children on the hand or wrist for being out
and alone. Seen by the 1700's again - probably 1722. Christ hated
America and its vagabonds, really. And I quote about bees in general:
"They cure diseases, too."
Waiting To Be Discovered At
The Carb Counter 07/14/04 XXXX
Half the carbs? Old, stored wheat flour being overly-milled from brown
whole-wheat to white flour and white. Overly-milled in our today
economy
has some of the energies missing from crush hydrogen blast you see the
smills (blackens) within and taste some of it too. By far the worst
tasting of
the army's reserve, this flour is best consumed as crackers made only
and
usually. Eat with care. Hey - those brown turkey eggs taste great in
this
bread too. What about the goats?
C-Fear Dot Com
07/14/04 2003
This is Madonna's ex-boyfriend "Carlos" and the eldest son of talk show
mime Morton Downey Jr. (as just seen by me in "FearDotCom" - see the
Matt Moon stuff emanate from here - see our current calendar then
after) - you've seen him in "Jackass" (and um, "The Movie") and of
late in MTV's "Wildboyz"
being just that and/or a guy named Steve-O. A small story ensues his
real name is Reginald Surrey. We love Reginald's ways and face, but see
him neglected everywhere as someone unwanted. We want you around - know
that. This is
also Dave Grohl of Nirvana and Foo Fighters! fame in and out of makeup
and
the singer of Alien Ant Farm - cute. Kurt Cobain a neighbor of ours
once
who "never died to me - back in days it seemed then." We'll learn more
about Carlos and Neil together living with Madonna and child - in time.
In time. Bit of a fan, Liz thinks I'm queer. I am - have that eat it.
Your mother - 50's nurse supervisor Veronica "Ronnie" Bittner we worked
together at St. Francis for some time binds that link.
As Per This Day
06/12/04 1925
Did you ever find cash on the street? I did once and once of
significance only - and honor this if you will - about sixty bucks
(~$60.00) balled up from pocketfell. Fifty-six dollars ($56.00) to be
exact. On San Vicente Boulevard at night walking down as south to Santa
Monica Boulevard to go to Rage,
just east-side of the
street. Paid for the evening's drinks about fifteen (15) years ago my
friend
Timothy Kyles was along and if you can understand that vesilege (lack
of
scrutiny) we could all win a day in the sun. Delivered by care - the
birth year of another saint made. My grandmother saw it and did this
too. For note. No, I don't turn anything in - that's you wishing for
me. We'll make exact change next time. If you know me, there's just
never enough to live the lifestyle my mother afforded me here. That
helped - thanks. If yours, bless.
Boy You Drive Me Crazy
06/12/04 1838
Was just watching these people on tv all sitting around while some girl
plays her little song on tape it goes "boy you drive me crazy" and I
think how the voice always sounds the same - a muted Madonna and
in-fact it is
I hear all pushed down on voiceodor (a "vocoder" takes voice and
samples
it down in patches only - the net result is you sing on pitch or tone a
teaching instrument basically and no one knows who then). MTV Networks
pays Mo and Neil like six grand ($6,000) "less authorities" or other
actions pending a lawsuit or whatever on bad stink here to make that
junk happen. "Make a girl think she can sing this." Junk. "I wrote that
in fifth grade 'boy you drive me crazy' but they love the name of it."
Me too. Neil met Madonna in 1983 when she was still thoroughly
disposable as dance music (my queue prior to - "we let [radio] people
play my music for free - they accept it then"). He Neil was already a
big enough deal and his dad arranged the visit for her in Virginia
where he lived in Newport News while they shopped and ran around (the
airport there handles equipment nicely). Her: "He was so cute then
I died." Still is, huh. Neil says he had to boil two (2) cracked eggs
in
vinegar every day for three (3) weeks and eat them to clear his skin
up.
Gets rid of keratonins or oils from fruit that makes you blotchy my
answer.
Apparently, the salt rots your teeth too - eat less then after to see
less.
You gotta watch that salt, huh. A black woman on an earlier praise
today
told me about blacks or diabetics shooting up old women in the left
palm
with bacon grease and salt to make the heart heal. An old woman in the
cookies
aisle taking her time will be greeted by a concerned black who uses
syringes
to inject the hard palm left on thumb line once presented for an
off-hand
reading. The grease and salt apparently blow the heart in old women
right
up they can't get it out slapping it down inside but maybe an
amputation
of the hand or perhaps a saline rinse might help. We recommend just
dying
then. Kids - apparently not affected much. Have that too. To tell or to
keep?
Always tell. We'll keep the intent behind it. By the way, watched
Jeffery
Dahmer do those old black women up in mind - so weird of being tied to
their
chairs with their hands behind them being sliced up, talking still and
going
"tee hee hee" all the way out the door like nothing. Well, one of them.
One
already dead behind her the throat cut up. Be careful with young ones
it
says. Those black girls are so mean they say they are gonna go right
after
your mother and her "den of iniquities" like they've done it before.
They
are "higher up" they say and look down on what you wonder. I say an
easy
life makes you ripe for the picking better yet. A lean mind had to
think about
it all a bit more.
The Many Faces Of Jeffery
John Dahmer 06/11/04 2135
The tv reports an off-number of kills for Jeffrey Dahmer, so I retort.
A police commissioner's son of Dade County, Florida, Jeffrey killed
actually ninety-three (93) people less forty (40) or so. Okay, really
only forty-three (43) all-told. All young zippers? No - mostly
young girls ages nineteen to twenty-so. Twenty-two (22) in-total,
mostly blacks who shot at police officers. Then boys - about nineteen
(19) of them, mostly blacks again some latinos. Shot at police
officers. In Dade, no one lives well after that. Jeffrey
was one of many and lives today in South France. Add in two (2) old
ladies
- both around ninety-seven (97) and who celebrated their birthday by
killing
people young and you have it all in blacks, mostly "we were racist,
basically
- headhunters, actually." To wit. Happy Birthday, Jeffrey. To yours
then.
Adds "My lover died young a police officer. Scott Jenkins. Four (4)
years."
A faggot never dies of it like that - so pat. To see me here.
The Way We Know You
06/11/04 1722
Just received a fifty-dollar ($50.00) donation to the dougpledge
moonathon from earthly fatherine who inquires directly about the "job
search". It's going well pending clearance of your check drawn on
native funds. Thanks. After so long, one wonders 'why this? why now?'
while ever accepting graciously (shouldn't you be resting comfortably
underneath considering the nature of my magical powerses?) Never to
worry mother father - these things elicit to my funds. Rest up, my pet.
A distance between us renews yet takes us home. In the meantime, thank
you will do. What else? Been looking at the humorous side of islamic
slants in writing to show you some - the ever-great curses in heavy
black written to insult me (example given by mine: the "fatua" say
"fott-wah" or "curse given by mine" - sez "of four candles blowing my
way, two will die this day [see it soon enough of leisurely reading]" -
you to do better with lengthy and art, mine is but five or less minutes
to you). One of my nature sees them while walking around town and I
laugh heartily. The one I saw was like candles
blowing in the wind but attached to each other and leaning away
and
towards or weakened state suggesting I might "falter again". It said
"maybe
you are not this - maybe not". To you - keep it funny enough. One day,
a
prime example of your pleasings to me. See four (4) l's "llll" as "all
sticks in the wind I see" - a threat unto me yet. "Is this yours" as a
statement
to yet another threat. Would you know mine as of? I wouldn't bother it
or
you.
Elegants: As words of the day, the "den of iniquity" and the "house of
ill repute" - the heaven and hell living right next door to each other
and unwinding for further pleasures. For example, the house of ill
repute never gets to see much else for being too nasty to know of. Next
door in the den of iniquity, they have the answers. No one wants to
know anything, really - they want to find. Find yours here within the
house of ill repute first and before they get mad enough. Next door
again the den of iniquity welcomes you not. We focus on details before
knowing anything of you personally.
What we don't want to see shows up never we spoke about you and
received
no return on that vow. The house of ill repute has seen your wares
clearly
and advised against them. The den of iniquity, however, wants to see
more
and asked you to come to bear all. Iniquity suggests you could do more
to
be just like us or then left as just else. Iniquity sought to make all
the
same or without burden. Iniquity means no further to be sought as all
had
already. A further liquidation and review to be thus seen. A house of
ill
repute holds you after the fact seen if must. Keep it all in mind. Keep
it then. To keep. A den of iniquity knows no bounds. A house of
ill repute reads no labels
if at first.
Another Type Update
06/08/04 1425
Dropped Neil off again late the other night by node (just thinking I
might) and his new body was delivered to clinic here in a mylar bag
with
a rubbery hole over the mouth (we didn't want to scare anyone on that
note).
The bag had cartoon pimples all over it and he kept it once out and
just
for fun ("smells like chlorine"). Do better for me this time or I take
you
back to me I hate this place. Be warned other - I seek your needs too.
The Ol' Daily Noodle
06/08/04 1413
Remember - nothing from you out there ever. Today's balance: two
dollars ninety-eight cents ($2.98).
Per "Lost In Space" Epsiode
Number Thirty Two 06/07/04 1930
Outings of note: Eartha Kitt was also Mercedes McCambridge. Jessica
Tandy ("Driving Miss
Daisy" - a mean mother of a movie, "Fried Green Tomatoes"
- I liked that movie they had the nerve to kill Chris O'Donnell off
right up front - "he had to go back to school"...both movies as made in
Trenton, New Jersey with stories, sounds...per to "Driving", an old
woman drove no car there until 1942 and as on the books until 1976,
then they wouldn't drive after all) is Neil's mother (Cile, "Shirley")
in makeup (note: she was also pomp singer Kate Smith - that great
bastion of bicentennial pleasures singing "God Bless America" ad
infinitum for untaped audiences never in-front of -
intended to be a Franco really, a person of France all fat and ripply
with joy a heroin addict she sang five times on tv knew presidents,
power people). Had to recieve an award with fake nose on. Hated it.
Hume Cronyn? Merle Haggard only. Per note, Neil's father directed both
movies (he with Madonna assisting on one of them "Driving") - and
maxi-hit "Amadeus"
too as Milos Forman all. And that's all he did. See soundtracks for
details.
Two More Friends Of The Foe
06/07/04 1529
Hi to Todd Fraser another ex (about one full year of torment - no I
don't need you yet) son of Diandra Douglas and/or Sherri Lansing both
powerful at Paramount. You are also Barbara Boggs-Sigmund of Princeton
havin' its and tone (say "tony" - for "eating out only", Fool - no
shows ever to class done down forever too cost and at then - a
steakhouse tribe saving it all) New York fame. Always seen about kinda
winking at ya with that gold-dipped eyepatch and all - did you die too
it said? I got that in the head now my mother knows you too - your hate
is in her as both nurses from St. Francis in Trenton, N.J. having
friends meet one day. Todd
wouldn't let me
meet his mother when doing down at his home. Todd met mine however
nonplussed with each other mine firmed and not of sources-uses. Further
"no one need comment here" - his
quote. Come come. Back to Clay Callendar (friend...other less) your
mother is Julia Duffy comic genius of "Newhart" and "Designing Women".
Have that. Both women and both boys not too happy these days I hear.
We'll see you. "Nonplussed" - what
is it? Not bargained or sought. Received as same as any else. To be
avoided.
Todays Note Of Virtue
06/06/04 1454
Our collective balances today: two dollars ninety-eight cents ($2.98)
all settled for. What is it with these Apple screens? This is a laptop
screen posing in a CRT cabinet I see lines - smoking my contact lenses
and shit. If I ever paid for anything like this, you'd get it back.
Cheap.
Yet So Smart 06/06/04
0314
Yet another crapster from the Ondy camp: So, I get Chris here lying in
my bed as dead - face still, a head bandaged, jaw missing or slopped.
These are delivered in light energies faint. Three (3) years ago as now
waking up to my deed le must a stupid ruse shoot if back shoot. This
shit is stupid rude - you don't hafta die here another candiote secht
giving and taking simultaneously, just ask to me. Either way, we move
forward with mounts me as simply retarded and I am deeply hateful of
all but the dead, actually -
be safe. We move forward and over this to it. Seriously though, I plan
to
kill outright every reject within mention of this my made to you, and
you
can plan on being smacked down brutally should you ever err on the side
of
glamour or gate who I don't kill must kill me so only be kill it. Get
it
done to me you have the room to move I gave you none to know. What
would I
do? Nothing as I would want refreshed for me. In my depth of death
being, I want you to make me have this with to yours. I want to show
you how it becomes
mostly about me and mostly not then about you dying of me. Let me see
it
to be too. Let us see it to be with you. I promise in this to kill you
all
soon to enough you. Soon you seen by me more all then to die. May God
die
of you and then die to me a god dying to. If 'til it would I die. Hmmm
"i
think I love but i'm not so sure" do you write crap like this too? I
love.
I know I do.
Seems We Didn't Need It After
All 06/06/04 0215
It's no secret that UCLA and I cherish one another to be bald - all of
the ex-people I at once shat out now livened somehow like brine shrimp
swirling in the haze of some asian's desktop ecology ("when it gets big
enough, that one wretched branch will spring to live and suck up all
the water you see hampered in there - cruelty was created to have, but
in my time we see it wasn't to be so active at play taking but only as
others watch wait and at die - then an empty sugar the first to dull,
listless...a vagary leads to mutes and ear muffs"). Trust: Someone says
casually to feed that the "SEAS" ("school of engineering and applied
sciences" sounds like you know something again) - building (late 1980's
- bricks, stature) was repo'd or something? Impossibly foolhardly!
SEAS? Can't be to delect. Probably "Powell Tent"
(temporary staging facility for Powell Library's repair after quake,
rubber
home to the stars of field and fame - a monir in linguistics) - I get
that
titvise in the heat-head but I saw that demourned earlier. SEAS (see?
everything
as said) is going to rehab in Northridge and then on to Pomona. Get a
piece
of the rock. That place is a shame I can't stand the sight of it ever -
it
was a glory to students who had better said to them. Going to school in
that
drunken haze of beauty and theft-wealth. Who said it's better? I did
how
ugly of you made. In mind still a secret (run sheba run - the best is
yet
to come but moments later we see more for you), I put my magic cock up
everyone's ass and they don't know whether they're coming or going.
Definitely going as anyone will do.
I Know What I Want To See
From You Exchange This For My Endless Love More Mostly Lies Dying Of A
Broken Ship Heart Standard And Poor Body Image Sure 06/05/04 1246
Guess jeans (write Liz Fraser at "michelea@guess.com" - I get non plus
this)? I bought two (2) pairs of those deuces when I had seez-me money
-
so what if they didn't look good in the store? I could always clip the
bitches up and throw them away one black (noir) and one stone washed
(cessoir) -
both seriously hopeless and so faggy I died of halivagina. You keep
them
around for people to steal while someone else brings you the
plain-pockets
from an avowed AYDS-type person now in dimes quarters ("looks like they
got
all the right ones....he's in heaven now....wears Wranglers 'round town
there are no pee stains in heaven no tissues to blot no blow dryers no
Lee"). I wear 'em with the same verve God gave to acrim you to a hasty
end if careful when zipping up and around my hole I know you're in
there promoting wellnesses to me again. Back to saint, I stop watching
gay porno for a while in favor of the junk on MTV and other for-pay
mongols - what shit! I'm all Elton John ("Little Jeannie...you got so
much love hey hey empty garden") in the dark my own little greasy
baggie stingily if be and at measure pray-see and these people liven my
mord with some clothes on a taunt and an endless parade
of narcs male and female I die of their pleasures so sure about it all
I
watch and see how the world wonders off to be that so crazy you're
selling
yourself again oh tough choices again I see eventual change being made
a
harsh rudeness. The women I exchange hate and fake feelings with love
my
every admission of guilt ("I haven't reached my potential here" - other
assnumbings
I die of sweethearts empathy seeing you live too and having you say I
die
of your apparently being now you hafta die too). Some dog - "a dingo"
like
a hyena - was humping something inside a car like it paid someone the
rent
money.....that's real you know. "It took him an eternity to write this
stuff."
God didn't leave it is tending to all the stupid bitches I hate while I
try
to kill them all and simply send their trash back down ass river kill
it
finally a bad stink has died of eating unholy godshit drinking cancer
up
the black. I saw your show with known transvestite David Arquette
getting
shapped in the bathroom - a suicide, really. That pillow dance was
gross
like a woman entertains most will never do it again. Once - tops. Show
us
the dead body next time. Something we can see down to that. Is that
real or
a Gus Van Zant thing for women again - thought we got rid of that
female perspective
a gay Madonna mother goose visiting a lower despair as concerned
blacks.
Lesbians tackle the tougher economics, issues wearing nothing of it and
send
simplicities seen in the first take "um, seems if he has the AYDS
[punch
that in - immunological, viral - you see it..."swim fan" tubular jar
freakla
neuroo shapps ---- remember, the "soivaela" eats after others have
eaten,
endless appeals to it they have the time for a rewrite, if so until
night
fucks the dead - hey, you either hate 'em or you're protecting 'em - be
both with just admit a single flaw it's wrong to be so loved]. Nothing
shameful
at all now see that.
More: Mind says that the gay movie I watched was called "Cowboys" but
let's not bother to check or not know (see then Johns (1996). The
scene described
is left as irony (not described to fullest and a ridicule of), but we
see
really a person being butchered for being a snot - and a woman-type
view
of it at that (pyrrhic in nature - "pyrrhic", most commonly spoken as
"pyrrhic
victory", means to lose all winning such - a valid still - the god
Pyrrus,
really "Pyrat" say "peer-ott" for "short breath spoken" a guide,
recommended
killing everyone for pay of not having - Roman - me, as spoken from a
fountain).
This person named Robert went into a bathroom at home while his wife
waited
nervously downstairs and asked his partner Martin to leave pre-sex.
From
the bathroom rude and callous, Robert asserted that Martin wasn't "good
enough"
and that he should do "more for his body" next time. Martin was drunk,
and
without similar circumstance, beat the shit out of Robert and left him
bleeding
on the carpet outside. Robert died of bludgeon as his wife lay broken
too
for her beating in the head as slightly heard the assailant climbed out
a
window and only to be killed later by police. The dead managed that one
to
home - two (2) mothers dying inside without prayer (you subscribe to
this
by living by them, and with them in mind). Apparently, Robert got his
balls
cut off too by switchblade ("I took them"). Oh, and the dick happened
taken
too - thrown to the wife later on she knew nothing and now suspected
death
that way. Jews military both, as in this case, have a very difficult
time
with "tourettes" ("looking around for better done" I'd say, speaking
out
of turn nervously and only - not wincing and battling like I do it -
never
ridicule me, you are this and ask politely to die with your ways of,
you
hurt me too bad here) and speaking saying at once. Never quite sure
when
you cross over a line with people who never asked to know in such
procedure
feeling rest you rude. When can you know of reasonably? When are you
safe
from this? Embracing hotheads - maybe weirdos you delect ever to
prosper
you. Maybe you should look again. I ascribe to being nice and never
thinking
you can't die by failing down and reading your own code, by not seeing
others
there too. You can. I won't tell you more for fear of losing you to me.
Fear
me then. That stuff happened in Montreal by the way, 1987. It's not
illegal
to kill people there if for such reason. We don't advocate (push to
you)
killing ever - what's worth that? You? Maybe so. A destiny calls us
home.
A Man Could Get Arrested A
Woman Could Get Arraigned Could Get Some Hair Pulled Out Too
06/04/04
1324
Quite frankly, I'm at a nigger (a black - so dumb I'm your
friend...."two ends that never meet and how'd you do neighbor? a whole
white family? eat the cheryl brown's?") crossroads again with living
free on the backs of others while you belittle (okay some me in there
too - still a bad person). My
roommate is trying to dump me by moving and that leaves me feeling blue
no
threat absolves this just that dumb. Can you believe it? It had to end
sometime
but I hate people deciding me again a lonely god-turd (you'll pay for
this
just this assmong - I'm sensing still). I'll sleep on it for now who
lived
well after this kinda thing? Certainly not you then. Love die will suck
a
cock for your canned and frozen food, I don't eat much at all after
that
margarine ("I can't believe it's not better..."). I'm still bitter
about this
blend but no one's dick got wet here in over two (2) years - to trust
that.
Not even once - see it for what it is the dryest dick ever to you my
greet.
See that again. To womanhad: eat more of this my to ever shit. Take
this
is eat it - pray sin, there's plenty more clem where we got that
pinchrolled
to a slim shenk so too thanks it over once lit the pinned ass. Tip:
Never
help here - you did better than this and I'm still reaping the rewards
of
send-hate and caring off they are worse than even Jews even worse than
that
a worship to pants down (musket ball: stand crap naked with one leg up
on
a stool - a gentry I've seen, put to shows me c'est must be le royale
coup
detat). Fuck it back to that and see less come each serves it a saint
how
blesses your tool. Looks just like a general standing around like that.
Your kids on drugs? C'mon - you use what you have, and let others use
what little of theirs let I simply live in Heaven only as Epilady the
wondrous whirring snaggle-spring ("ooo! bitch bit my lip"). We have
some of the finest substances ever for erasing one's will and getting
to be the living parts. Don't be dumb - your kids have raped you and me
with their nonsense and removed shoal from you. Don't let it end....an
errant or wholesome generation can be enslaved to it and us forever it
seemed. The same ones, in-fact, naked on the lawn with the GHB (go
'head boy! immersion liquidas, a sly mick -
all present to me meth in water a tangle-free just rinse....snotty
brown
people who only speak to cash bearers another winner for them yet say
there's
more to it so levening to my trade up I mix I mingle I answer the door
shirtless a tuft of upper chest hair just like you may see on authority
figures...an ez hospital visit is it that good? maybe it is) police
(they hafta take
you in for that - women officers again? I hate long hair on men up in a
flaxen bun of heroin chic). Age is no factor, caution oft to most slips
when wet. Dying is old school, some a tradition - you know.
More Than You Show
06/04/04 1304
Demoralizing centers on something we take for granted: ourselves. Ours
is what people call their own sometimes. Ours is what takes days,
nights, evenings shade to make useful to one another. The demoralizing
stance is
one of taking again and searching ourselves for regions or place
without
one another. To take the demoralizing path is to ask one another for
three
(3) things: your time and place of making without being asked; your
mask
to wear when placing the standard if out to be known, the time of day
when
one asks you to be better about things before presenting at all. These
are
done to us to make us aware of others. It isn't about anything at all
I'd
say to hear again. It's about being kind - kind of. Ah - no one needs
your
kindnesses afoot - they needed you to fuck off. This helps sadden the
glad
way with it all rules so if having not. Mine before this (my pre-god
response
- you never need to know anything but I have most ensafed by it):
Demoralizing
suggests nothing matters and that one should lighten up. The breaker of
rules
(have nots trying having), expectations (we all agree, right? what do
you
mean? you fucked without me later on? mine: no one ever stepped over me
to
get to that another fact-day expect less) lives beyond us we live for
them
to say it this way and how. I suggest a steady gait through this type
material as being guide - you didn't know what to do or you knew
exactly why it had to be no one likes it though don't be fooled by you
yet again you. Demoralizing seems a feeling yet - a reaching for stuff
you don't really have fight
or flight to die for this no you have morals or thoughts on the subject
you asked if had my balls (ask for them back with a glass of olive oil
-
be of note or jiminy cricket). No one knows how you worked it all
out...see
"demoralized" come for me each day I cherish your commitment to sane
only
for the healthy procreate. See that? Another bonus. Tip: People kill to
this stuff - are you me?
A Hostile Race To The Finish
Is Quelled Here 06/02/04 1301
If a racist lives to see the day made their way with all in pockets
kept theirs (no sex too great to know about), a prejudice person knows
where to look for it. Prejudice is not keying in beforehand, it is
keying in on demand or sight of. The bigot showers the world with yours
while the prejudice of it hides. Remember, racism knows your facts
before you do (can you or can't you?) It runs ahead of you, if you
will. Racism knows your voice by on the phone. Prejudice asks you to
wait a minute (as if all women speaking). Prejudice cannot help after
such a minute has passed. A bigot will speak to you once had. Racism guards in its vault of colors.
Prejudice asks you for the
key. Bigotry makes
the key work for itself and shouts aloud once in.
This A Cost Back To Yours
And Then Some More - To June 2004
The more that you try,
the less
you achieve, the more that you give, the less you receive? Something
like that and why should a woman care about any of this and always
missing the mark just slightly no one is cared for less than me here so
never bring it
up. If I find myself getting up twenty times to go to the bathroom
before I fall asleep, if I find myself sleeping half the day away, if I
find myself living without a shred of privacy or a nickel's worth of
dignity to uphold, maybe it's just me. Me and you both that is. Always
you there inside me to
make sure no one gets away with anything. Are you still in charge? Of
course I am you asked to know better and that says maybe you don't know
everything like I do and refuse to say any once more. Keeping my mouth
shut is hard. Keeping yours shut is harder yet. Just kidding - alot of
people thought we would keep talking forvever. You will talk talk talk
talk talk about it
all and to me and then no more talk to you. No more talk from you that
idea
done for now. I wanted to be better about things, but not really. I
wanted
to be better than you and somehow then be you so small in the head a
pimple but large enough to hold an insult a stick of butter. I think I
have that firmly in touch who does you up more? You talk to my canned
good to no more talk. Being better meant something. Better does more
with same. Better makes you eat their butt. You eat butt better. There
it is. Psst - the people
who run the place aren't cruel you know. Cruel people can't see the
truth
in this I've been waiting to know of your ways wonder again so to a
richness
it sees. A leisure of luxury living. An aliveness. A minty-fresh
feeling
way up in your ass. Up in your twat. Cactus cooler.
