And That's All You Gonna
Get - Seek Your Justice (Um, "Just This") In October 2004
As No Different Than Any
Other Month 09/30/04 1147
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We'll just hafta see about that.
Check It Out Cheap Celebrity
Bill Sale 09/29/04 1426
Of a few days ago, see also Madonna's
website for a little patronage - a dying lamb and her "English
Roses Collection" (again, see my rectory...its
histories on Sire Records and all) as such and as forthcoming. See Moon
first. More then: I can't believe someone would quote the tedium of
song "Imagine" - that is for from not having. Understand me -
a good enough message "clear the board somebody speak to me" for
squabblers shooters around with nothing to show for the atheisms (more
than one theory embraced yet) afoot, but not now with the answers you
have firmly in-hand. Inappropriate.
There's One To Be Born Every
Minute 09/29/04 1149
You know that red-haired man sucker-punched you over a boy now admit
that. We are God to you - not just you. I picked from a plaza of such
four (4) to sweets made from your deeds. Each a heavily noted to beauty
and if.
What You Needed Isn't It
09/27/04 1323
Ya know, this website is getting to be a real piece of shit (now I need
a "business certificate"? asks, someone died?) Seems like something I'd
do......a black also has to get it right each time then first or to
endure you.
Who Would Have Guessed Ablock
09/25/04 0937
Country cousin Marilyn Manson plans on doing a live signing on
Wednesday, September 29 at some place called "Hot Topic" (the Hollywood
Boulevard and Highland Avenue location in Hollywood, CA) to connote the
release of this his greatest hits comp. The first five hundred (500) of
sales pitched are guaranteed an autograph - no others needed apply.
Info from the September 24-30, 2004 "LA Weekly". I talked to "Marilyn"
just now about the little fieldtrip we took in seventh grade (Mrs.
Persiani I believe - you were still with? I'm sure she hated you still
"you are a freak") to Dr. Charles
Tomas Imlay's (a "black man" he says) house in Allentown, New
Jersey (a
historical-type thing on Main Street now then and empty yet with
old-time, rusted surgically-oriented "placings" for tours - all pans
and horrible metal clips....to my sources, heavily haunted - not
necessarily a bad thing yet will kill you dead in eves, days no
reasons). A proper manse in town central, the house had its own
"surgical suites" replete with all manner of truss and treacle. I like
to think that the little house we toured there once served as the
initial threat that blossomed beautifully here to me once focused and
if not as stated cleanly. The things people would endure in the name of
carings frightened me so - those fat hip needles unready - an early
influence to yet (working in a hospital - once a paradigm [i.e., the
best example served to you] of fear and loathing - bore me all of my
children as unfrightened - we simply submit to it now). Back to and
however, to present for such ("one bit a bullet [during amputations
done there - no medicines yet"] in order to avoid faith and its
placings, perhaps" - an evil done). Marilyn lives us great art in
pictures, if nothing else. It inspires me. Your art,
however....timeless. More: Imlay died at thirty-nine (39) years old in
1812. "Consumption" he says. The house never begged or borrowed - "it
is mine yet and still." As for Marilyn, someone "unseen" (his earthly
"father" he says) slapped his face on the way out the door (right at
the rear door) last night after signing "five hundred fifty-six" (556)
autographs "a mistake", "a real nightmare" he said ("eight hundred
[800] people waited maybe" - we say eight hundred ninety [890] turned
on to it). A miscount "I count them myself" he said. Furthersaid "You
are not with us yet - people hurt you too bad. We'll miss you one day."
So sorry you said. Have a way here soon. From God the above marking us:
"Signing autographs is no one's obligation to yet. You do it for fun.
Me too. Have a day it with soon. Stop being so selective all the time.
It ruins your day [we know this is boring to lackluster already]. Your
father slapped you not - I did for fun. Have a day with it soon....no
playing games." From people who loved seeing the "real deal" up close
as "excellent" they said - "we wish there was more to say [as between
us]." Apparently, he was "laconic [reaching for words too much to
impress us as others]." Oh, well. Someone on staff said "We're sorry
you're here [as having to be and endure]." I'm sorry you lived too.
Having abdured (asked not to with you - see "rejure" as "not ever
having to know and reminding it") last night (but one jerk-off a week,
please), sometimes I go to these, but they treat people like shit with
waiting and all. I try and stay off the meat I might cry but sometimes
who could resist but yours definitely rate and pull it in. Me and my
mother almost endured meeting Boy George at Tower, but then decided to
not. Who else rated? Pet Shop Boys got me. Donna Summer too. That's it,
really. More quote from Marilyn later after this stim. More from
10/01/04: One last quote - "I can't read you anymore. You protested me
in faith. I am the one true God of it. Have you now - something less."
For you, an eternity of yours faithed by it. Recommended yet to my
pislte ("hard having of yet [nothing took its place]") songs and videos of "Long Hard Road Out Of Hell"
+ "Coma White". Both
available in video format at Lime. Have me.
Traffic-Wise A Bit Of A Jam
09/25/04 0815
My monthly traffic quote here at ValueWeb (use the affiliate link on
the bottom of my front page it never paid once - I had ninety [90] of
you succeed with me for eight months at least) is solidly generous at
ten thousand two hundred forty (10,240) megabytes. I just got a bill of
forty dollars twenty-six cents ($40.26) for overages here at eleven
thousand five hundred ninety-two point two six (11,592.26) megabytes.
They say thirteen percent (13%) overages on my report (the math? 11,592
divided by 10,240 - take off the resulting 'one' into). This,
overstated
wouldn't you say? I only pay twenty-one ninety-five ($21.95) a month
for all noted (and at two hundred fifty [250] megs of transfer memory
saved down). Never have I had an overrage I'll kill you for this that's
one baggy of mine so far. They're trying to put me out of business is
the quote I seek. We may have to seek the next higher plan at
forty-nine ninety-five ($49.95) and one thousand (1000) megabytes of
disk space and fifty (50) gigabytes of hot transfer. That's how I got
broke the first time. See my math tingle to
explain the bits and bytes better.
More For Your Wallet
09/24/04 1138
You know, Ondy's did more than you know. They also started "Phillips
66" a local gas station in Allentown, New Jersey - their first ones,
two at once, odd and local, at either ends of. They bought their fuel
from my grandfather's Atlantic Richfield distributorship called "Camden
Tym" (my grandfather drove a big, shiny ARCO truck for long periods of
time) and made their name sold to it. Their last name then was
"Phillips" (pre-Ondy showbiz) and they honored "Route 66" of southern
gentry fame now another name for it then. The business collapsed over
fighting and inbreeding I guessed, then sold to among others Atlantic
Richfield again. If "Route 70" is famous for whores and the Las Vegas
bound, "Route 66" can host armies and the gay like. Hear Depeche Mode
say in a song called "Route 66" as simply " get your kicks | on route
66
" and then listen up. For Chris.....and young "Scott". In diner: "Apple
pies, Boys?" "Nah - I'd like a blueberry though." Then fun and games
supposedly ensues. "What? I've only been beaten up twice or so."
Who Else Famous Did Doug Date
09/23/04 1921
Who else may piss you off? Hi to Dan "Pycz" (say "peach" - the name
means "half-spoken" in French) real last name is Morgenstern of Nordstrom fame (the store name
means "half-empty [as we sold alot yesterday]" and describes a flooring
for it in French - his half-brother
is actor Ben Affleck - their father started the clothing company in
1956 in Israel with England astride - believe that - no they are not
Israelis, but sympathetic to their cause). A very handsome man, our
first date was at Benihana
(Japanese context or spelled-out and wronged then for "broken before
engaging [as both of our houses made one]" your group not important to
us - separate in seating us always) on
LaCienega (still there, yes - we sat at a table with another black
couple - they cook right at the table by previous menu and request and
you sit with
others I like it then - also recommended on LaCienega are Lawry's a propered to English
setting four stars only
an expensive to prime rib and Tony
Roma's another past-time favorite to ribs primed)
after I having been slapped down for being too aggressive a
need at Studio One (a massive gay dance club in West Hollywood as then
- now see The Factory).
We remain friends after several meetings of such I'd assume. From
Arcadia, I hear he's doing police work now. Hi, Boy. I spoke to Dan in
the head when I was at a Nordstrom recently - the art within all theirs
kind of. Passing note: West Hollywood and Beverly Hills do not support
fast foods and here of any kind. "We want our restaurants staved."
More: Is watching "J-Lo" Jennifer Lopez on E! and please know that that
bitch died in 1987 in Neil's apartment of 'waxings' after taping "In
Living Color" in New York City where all was taped (first two seasons
1985-87). She worked with us at Great Adventure I hear (the lead or
"red tag" supervisor on Runaway Train, mine in Ride Ops I was only ever
an assistant lead thus an ordinary "black tag" and left at seventeen
[17] years old: Flying Wave
(swings), Buccaneer (swinging ship), Round Up, Carousel, Log Flume
where she was too for a day or two max - my last day after four [4]
seasons was in June 1982, Neil worked Lightning Loops only until 1983
(he hated it being successful with music but as unbought yet.....to me
subbing one day they asked you to move over to another ride with needs
in excess on occasion "yeah - what are you doing here?" I'm always
caught up with this idiot ? drawing blanks ? what did I miss again? - I
ran Enterprise and
Monster too, but briefly I add). J-Lo "I like his brother [Dan]
too......[as defiant] you
don't shop at Nordstrom's." Yes, I definitely do when I have the money
as all open space for me and looking department to department. They are
not cheap, but provide awaax ("sure and steady" in Spanish) service. I
hate a lack of proper guide and clothes shopping matched up with me,
but have bought two (2) full-on suits there and one expensive pair of
shoes for about one hundred fifty ($150.00) or so from "Croatia" with
no dots in the leaf-wing (up front on top). They help you choose all
well and maybe sport a lunch for in their cafe. I hate dots on my
shoes, by the way. Those suits - or I - looked so good, one grey (1987)
and one dark green (1995), and have worn me well. This year, it's one
from the Burlington
Coat Factory from about three (3) years ago, again dark green, and
at about the price of those shoes with a bit of sun damage on the
shoulders. Comb it out with baking soda and seltzer (um, club soda - no
quinines please) I'd say without
damaging colors. J-Lo....if you died it, you'll be back. Like Neil
& Co. One day, just as stupid each of you, but somewhere else.
What? All eyes on me this time. However, was watching family film "Blade" last night and
again on tv. My cousin Sherry Oravsky (the blonde with Stephen Dorff)
got to be in that - so damn her mother's money.
Asbestos Is No Threat Ever
Never Pay 09/22/04 1216
Just opened up the fridge and was thinking about the soda there and its
sense of "false affluence" again. Remember that? Someone said to me in
the head "it is affluent" looking so richly afforded and all. No -
let's review. There are three (3) such popular point of views - one
just made up now by me: "influent" or "influence" stops people from
enjoying something new
only. As flowing right in to say not of it, never be confused with
"affluence" what provides it for others too. To
be "affluent", one must be able and ready to pay for theirs others also
and without thought. A "candiote" or "point of the matter taken
lightly" asks others to pay for them. A brutality, really, and to be
avoided by the affluent who seek others in need of and ask first then.
Finally, the affluent never bargain anyone for anything - they ask to
pay first and only. You ask the price of to pay in weighing it all out
but only. Never ask to reduce or say why you didn't pay or risk then
being "non-affluent" or now reduced from "affluent" who never ask. The
"deregaele" (say "day-ray-gal" in French for "taken aback [over
takings]" and yes similar to our "deregulation") asks others not to
enjoy at all and make it a crime to do so. The "deregaele" never tell
people what to do - they take it from them if found as such and there
will be other such takings too. Are they all related? Like pigs make
porcelain shine. What? Cow bones, and cow bones only (no steer, steaks,
or males then), are used to make all porcelain. Boiled to soft and
pressed so thin as glass but a salt in us really. The Chinese made it
first. Pigs want you see that as how and to spare them as. Be affluent
these days. Nobody drinks Pepsi saving Coke from it. I'm all about Coke
products these days anyway a to switch briefly ("Vanilla Coke" or
"Cherry Coke" then gives way to the less sugarys "Classic Coke" - a
winner then to strategies founded). Usually I'm fondest of
Pepsi (thinking off, perhaps a can of "Hawaiian Punch" may to be
unloaded
into your washer at the laundromat a soda machine tempts one the
softening properties I hear
superior to then). More: Someone offered "affluent" as "stopping others
from making
[producing] it [as with stalemate]". No - that is "premier" or French
for "you can't afford not to [and with us as such and as said]. No one
is going to do it better and for
less done.
Why You Died - An Unpopular
Point Of View 09/21/04 1316
My traffic quote is rising inordinately here this month and you have
been warned to stay off the grass or I'll kill you. Never sample my
thoughts over and over to range me up like you do. A dumb woman
somewhere eats shit for having me saned to your lifeless garbage.
Remember - I kill that for nothing each a blurred version and stinking
to heights haved. Two (2) down for it here. Take with care and never
ask me to think about it too much. I wouldn't bother for it.
Admitting I Ordered Them High
Winds 09/21/04 1232
Sitting around bored with me and you, I laced your last eve with high
winds to challenge a thought made mine. Staring out at, it's fun to
watch these yarded beings scramble for it (not to the point of having
real hurts, but to see you thinking it all over and with me - you
rustle my nerves with yours vandish tree noises hiding barking, now
mine as an exclusive to wit - who makes a madder might?) A damn - some
of these beings sure are fun to watch arms hands tending to nests of
active little blobs so sickly yet maternal. They look just like baby
grapes if so brutals the wind. All now to quiet we sleep if you think
to portray all I ask is to do it well...with object thought somewhat
missing. We prove with holes, not guesses at givings.
All Of These Reality Shows
Are Getting On My Nerves Again And That's Real Too 09/21/04 1052
My roommate was watching one of those Islamic-style beheadings at the CNN
site yesterday (where all class comes to a pinch-head) carrying on and
all your target audience thus having been duly warned ("a faggot may be
made to live in this type-day maybe you will be this for ruining my
marriage with questions maybe it happens to you later today screaming
like that now this will be in your way, huh [no - both are simply found
hiding by me again and are at once thrown away a sanctity thing, my
order is for, no, not you again - I've seen to you first and always
read it as my first book - your sponsors tend to incontinence,
manufacturing the latent textures of old age - it's better to live
die]") and asked "why would anyone watch that [crap]?" Because you are
queer and tied to all false feeling (no one you know happened to it)
and memory syndrome (experiencing through others, it leaves you
wondering - not about you, though) by trade. You
are a gay. Well, technical problems arose (a bitter comlaint draws me
in to end it simply) and I found myself right here and tuned in. Crap.
Looks like pure shit (the guy - "Morris Talcwell" I get, Jerry Steed
real name had a negro-ish pubic beard and screamed like a pussy when
this other third-world type took off his resistant but well-groomed
head with a knife....sad to me.....you don't know a minimum of ten [10]
minutes is needed for that part removed a blade is no ally then).
Immediately, my human sin counters that depiction and cheap - I hate
that crap so cruel and so life-barren to an American audience eating
pordes in windows just seen but as borally naked. What do you know
about anything harsh? Pussies. This hurt me (yet another to fraud - not
what you expected by agreement and term then), but is fake as shit
making the case "to impress people" I'd impress you first. A studio
farming stray cats again I hear only a violin I wish to stop playing
but with lead meatballs to bring the ' mirth ' - the 'joi de vivre' if
you will - at once down from my roof. I can tell you a beheading is against God's law
- the law for you as not having anything I value to you yet not even
your life pays me. Never do it - I do that to you only and get away
with it every time. Every time. To show people this is to ask me to
make you know more and you know nothing - you will see it as yourself
made and soon you will threat to be. No one makes my reality ugly for
long as I beautify it only. You don't have what it takes then and will
see this back to my fold (either you yourself have been beheaded and
thus and as of now have the right to do this to others endessly as you
may see fit, or, you are communicating a threat to me while I perceive
for nothing so you may receive from me at first see that I will not
resolve on your behalf or be with others again as you having me - read
it again there is nothing you will know similarly and same I answer
each as said and at the time was aspoken for all of this already all
die enough to me I let you have it why did you do it babydoll?)
Beheadings - very third-world (sex when paid). The sect portrayed is
"Romolan blacks" I don't know what that means but you better not say it
to me I'm still learning. What I do know is that these are definitely
personal and consulting but happens casually I suppose every day not here though. Be warned
- one beheading will kill numbers of you in and around this saned I
don't have the facts to live you either and fact that out but I (that is my guess-response
to it if to said lightly) average sixteen (16) killings one (1) per.
Fact-day. Lots of
people die brutally for this but that is not yours my life invested in
this crap another cheap reflect, refract whatever you say I too feel.
Put it back up the ass. Leave it in there. Romolan indeed - probably
deserved it I'd say no more about this then while die. Don't ask me to
speak on niggers again - if you know what I mean we've been there to
quality centers no thanks all symbols reeking while I get the real
stuff done to you up front (that lighted ball hanging in my home
imbalming center slash bedroom has been shown to me yes very cheap -
surgical type stuff scissors instruments melted into acceptable junk
with blood in there too so scary to me very nice as "gaelic" stumph now
meet my semen and farts just as insulting to sufferings lived you got
real results here though I'm impressed as shit - thanks my sperm is
lighted by the way now see that just as impressive). All may now die
and with a greasy dick up your ass (what else would I hate noting of?
your wife? pmmmf.) More: The "ball" as already installed in our bedroom
is called a "gondal" or "offense to me ['please rid of it first, then
tell me why' it says to duh duh duh]" - blacks make them in France for
us here a canck 'just for laughs' one if and supposes. Blacks here like
them and create what I call a "dirty [black] environment" for people to
shun and eschew again and in perhaps a sale of - they have a hard time
keeping "theirs" afoot and quite frankly, "theirs" is no afford when it
comes to being known for smithing (their authorships of your own
handwritings speak to filths, cutaway corners (nothing whole inside,
nothing less than once used by you - my last backbrush in the tub was
used leisurely for days before I purchased it newly then as saint
deciding "a hand or a towel then" and that is, whether to keep or throw
away then), and having you know of it to be later as perhaps again
wound for wound. Best bitten by a dog then a hog first ("an old mystery
I'd like to reveal tells the story of a futureless boy I'd never see what I'd like
to be until you see it
in less of me" - so to spill the beans, I'd work a day longer. Seems
almost artless a language barrier to be of an odd sort). Back to the
ball, six (6) symmetrical parts each top and bottom both, and it is
lattice-looking as a "soul cage" with visitors here and there being
leisurely. Mind revealed it to me my sight as technical-looking
surgical scissors and skinny probes (a metal dental pick with a
fashioned handle) as welded to the outside of the ball remained. No
words. Blood obviously now too with rusty kinda copper-looking surface
shining but grayer. Having been immersed in all venture of death stink
already to your own horror, I cherish your tastes if your mind wandered
off to misperceive some other custom or comfort being addressed in your
own homey way: pine cabinets painted with chicken blood and molasses
all what speak to not having it so good by me. "We don't use toilet
paper, we shave the affected areas down with spicers and burn our
underarms bare with lighted scented candles no one has job after all
senior hand-dippings having dried right up in the local sense." No
foragers, no families after all. Don't get me wrong - I get to talk
about it all and see your needs to be done. I like knowing a new trick
or two on the side of it all also (anxiety complexes having been
reviewed dutifully for your own homed) to see it all back yours then
again. This place is a fortunata to me. A gift only of. Have it back
one day. Have you done to me once then again if.
God Incarnate Writes To Cool
People Only Who Know How To Get Through It All Without Making You Feel
Good About Nothing You've Ever Done Well - No Two Jerks Will Read Your
Thoughts
09/21/04 XXXX
Don't get mad - I don't write for people who get all
wrapped up in
words and be-thinks of checker sex eyeing each in-particular like 'the
fly' - a burgeoning myriad of blinking pupils each dialing a different
notary depth none actually understanding but will text to the next
eyelet sent once over to confirm by not once or then most to a blink.
The cartoon above (little John Ondy at Julliard....they made a royal in
him) is just like I suggested - little pixels of cartoons people with
pretend play parts moving in and among your thalong. Not one (1), but
two (2) pupils blinking dialing asking you to confirm your send of it.
Simply, you are without peer as now enrolled in one of my naked schools
a briefless introduction to the practical arts. So many things to know
then someone just tells you the answer. Just blurts it right out while
you were thinking about something childish.....yet quite demanding and
of your attention. Here we go again.....something unfortunate (like having it
all but said) yet
somehow stimulating to an unkind person not you. I don't really have
anything to say - get it? Just jerkies to waste your time while I
refocus on our um, teaching mission so to speak then say. More: God
(the one who arts such beauty in and among it as the picture blames you
too) doesn't want you hurting young boys too much - just "love them and
leave them." Our reality snaps back to a feminine mystique of it all
control, confessions, after-stab beauty paid, but you don't have to
tell it everything you did right off the neut - let it grow balls, let
it signal to you proper and all. Let it scent its way into your heart
vis a vis - never to crap on my lawn). Bug eyes then: A fly sees
nothing. Those dials weigh in heat as rotating it off clockwise and
with light the heat being stripped off as useless little pulls against
light "not fully known to us" [blue spectrum is used only and rapidly
at that] get it - heat - involved as waving around still. The fly sees
nothing, but has a guide to make it fly off only. They are run by
spectrums of hate something less you bore me.
Twat Did I Know - Marilyn
Never Fucked Any Woman See Nothing More An Egg-Timer To Thiroux, Her
Fantasies Chow-Burn 09/19/04 1825
Get a load of Boy George on "Queer Eye For The Straight Guy" the "UK"
edition all new panties and bras in the hire lounge pit per say - nice
looking man and tell no one you saw. I feel sorry for these errant
homosexual drag queens "no one fucks that" but lo and behold all are
pretty nice looking - even that fat, surly bitch would get fucked by me
(hairy chest and all like mine who knew? see it come to good little
girls everywhere you simply flame out - what? the queen hurt your
feelings? you choked her dog to death with rubber gloves featuring the
"sands of time" by p. ass syndrome, the after-ayds mint-gel faruss with
soothing oimt-rhotchkes). Sure - Pete Burns, Marilyn Manson - sure - I
been with them both and would note both are quite yummy without all
that hairbrowned shemasque. You can have it all I guess Robin Guthrie
see you soon nothing gets up in me unless you're so small to mention it
burns my hole. "Versatile".......others may use the word "friend" to
mean not good enough, there's so little to enjoy with me I'd have that
up in you declining your card. P.S. I'm told Marilyn (Boy George's
traveling partner) is the other guy in dark hair. Something so ugly
just as Limahl was brint ugly now being just to that (all siamese
serpents with their eyes pulled back to seems if it's serene heroin
tears on the upper west side - see Marky Mark bald and wearing a mac on
"Room Raiders" - like a vicious cancer ate chris reeve, pretty
gross....I'm mean, chronic ugly wasn't meant to be bothered, no beauty
made it know each a lying dime but so tinted it heals). OK! He never
fucked Diana Ross. No woman had me yet either or they just don't want
me unless we're in Heaven I understand the difference I fuck ghosts all
day long to no bother yet. Another? Come right out....oh, no - I've
already seen your corpse doing it in the tub they never used the rest
of that soap oh every now and again a dish, a bottle. A unsuspecting
guest latherer "no - never a facial bar up in my ass - you need a
deodorant bar for that number of body part" - "freight leukor" a
"skinless
acid rain" with "pigment-prining polysorbols" and "peri-anal t-cells
crombed from a
dead-enough hamperwart". No one will smell that - it almost tastes a
bit like it or a just another pack of lies to offhand you. "To correct
our thinking then." Crass sees it to no feelback. "Craven" - "not said
well enough to have you noted". Hrrrmph.
Today's Relation Forged
09/17/04 1132
Is Barbra Streisand related to us? Yes - and no. Just kidding on the
'no' vote - Barbra is the daughter of Neil's father and like him, my
second cousin by blood. A half-sister to him. Barbra grew up on East
State Street in Trenton, New Jersey as named Meghan Bowry. Now see
that.
An Eye For An Eye Says It Best
09/16/04 1608
That saying is actually about listening and exchanging sights we've
seen vis a vis. This record cover, and honors by this week's LA Weekly, show us to "scaveula"
or "half-seen by mistings" in French. As partially scooped-out I'd say.
Our ever-friendly ghosts around town and in our "backyards" (as seen)
want you to know that they art theirselves to be seen slightly, not to
be known. There are up to seven (7) elysian fields in California alone
all of them severed but joined in the head for easy commerce. I see you
all you say. Nobody sees me or each other (they can hear of and be
reached to feel only - no cliques at and no wantings of). I let you see
me if I say and each other then too. I am God you'd say to it.
Keeping An Eye On Future
Massings Not All There 09/16/04 1049
Note: Most of as labled to Eugene Ormandy & Philadelphia
Orchestra's "The Nutcracker Suite" as by Tchaikovsky is now available
on iTunes as packaged with
Prokofiev (say "pro-key-ev") - a Russian composer - and his version of
"Peter Wolf". This was ours alone - expect more of to see later ("The
Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairies"? it's a 'no' on that, however some is
there on tape - the Overture, March and all five of the Russian, Arab,
Chinese, Merliton, and Flower waltzes as perfect to me certified gold,
the Arab being my personal stanza for - I play it first and always). I
grew up with this as good enough for me and ever on lying under a
supreme-lit Christmas tree listening-fantasizing to. More yet: Do also
"Flower Duet from Lakme" a song title of dueling French voices ("I
can't sing" is all they say in it...."je sous melage, je sois melange"
as "i can't sing, can i?") I love it hearing and finally found out the
name on tv.
Casey Ran Short
09/15/04 0947
Last night after dinner out at Tango Grill on Santa Monica Boulevard
West Hollywood (I always have the "provoleta" or pan-fried provolone
cheese in olive oil, and the "suprema de pollo" or breaded chicken
breast as served with mashed potatoes - a cola)
we came home and started watching Francis Ford Coppola's Apocalypse Now on DVD
for the first time since receiving in that deal from Columbia House via YourGiftCards. Note: Some of
my DVD's readily donated to Video West on Larrabee for outer gay
viewing my charity rests with Elton John "Goodbye
Yellow Brick Road",
"Sgt. Pepper's Lonely
Hearts Club Band", and "Leprechaun Back 2 Tha
Hood" - they wouldn't buy this stuff now you have for rent-viewing
they
paid me four dollars ($4.00) each a good enough deal (anyway, I
personally don't have DVD player my roommate does porno and all).
Anyway, the last
time I saw this movie at Pacific's
Cinerama Dome on Sunset (um, 1998? good music "Jumping Jack Flash
it's a gas gas gas" - good film....now do
"Sgt. Pepper's" please I beg I'd be there? no, the movie screen at the
dome is not special - just a fun house to be in a small balcony
awaits),
I didn't have all the notes in the head I get now. See Marlon Brando at
the head of the table in the first few scenes serving meat women
prepared for these men in advance of dining something about the way
they cook. See actor Martin Sheen is his son in real life. See this
story once true and about a Moon in and after the Korean War being shot
and killed yet reunited for this purpose in Temecula, Florida for
shooting again. Casey (for "Kenneth Chatham" Tomson aka Moon was never
this but is therefore
related anyway not a name problem - is Marlon as brought back no movies
until '56 killed in '53 his young son died with him as there made -
sorry for the error, Duvall yet his predecessor in the field murdered
then on attemp one)
found up river and asking to die. More: Asked by indochines to move "up
river" for eating too much and being ugly in appearance. Then, sent his
garbage and wastes downstream to them they explored such. A bag of cans
to use as army staples, then used food for them as wastes of a sick
man, then precupices from boys he had sex with and countered with (ones
he fought off...some many cried for him), then feces from all - it
never stopped arguing. In the
movie and on the boat as there with Martin Sheen: Singer John Fogerty
from Creedence, actor Kevin Costner's father Jake, singer Johnny "I Can
See Clearly Now" Nash driving the boat. Freddy Fender. Marvin Gaye (at
once "embarrassed he can't dance" a filming problem he noted - thanks,
but "you are not the star here" it said to me as having only come back
from the dead NYC, 1973 and as usual samed).
The Gift Undone
09/14/04 1212
Terry's birthday marked by sad to no gift given a friend yet. He might
die to first before knowing my truth. Say a prayer yet. Folding this,
be aware of Cocteaufest
2004 (a celebration of all that were-are Cocteau Twins, a staging
forth perhaps) upcoming this September 25 a Saturday yet. The link
provided need know that I will attend barring future updates from you a
move from here. Say a prayer for that also you need me. Have money, pay
tickets at the door. All in thanks for a Los Angeles appearance Boston
would have made it bad this year Liz is not faked ever to thanks. More:
Our tickets purchased today and in advance sees you there. Let no one
remit to my way here. Facts: Of seven hundred (700) places available,
two hundred ninety (290) have sold for you today. Sell more to see me
too. Update 09/23: Five hundred ninety (590) tickets sold. Don't worry
about the door - we expand into yards and faith together. Last year?
Three hundred thirty (330) tickets sold. And to Boston. Just about a
seventy-nine percent (79%) increase in this year's project to
attendance over last year and to date. As of 09/24: Seven hundred
twelve (712) sold. See the fact dwindle. Eight hundred (800) capacity
to fire laws. Trying to stay "normal" for the event - last night marks
it again. No more: Thanks to all of whomever put on that little party -
I enjoyed it. I ate two (2) hamburgers and a weenie, had a drink, and
laughed at the black pimperdel trying to dance to that otherwordly
silm. Hilarious. I haven't opened my grab bag yet (kinda like taking
out a widow's trash - what's this? what's this?) but I'm sure no one
got away without getting their twelve dollars ($12.00) worth. Then I
died right off like the bitch who sangs and bothers me in the head 'til
no more of the music until she simply drowns like Echo was drowned one
day in a geyser with her fans even under her. Who won? Not you. Not
yet. Probably not you. A mother's worth to do ya up the since
(iwmyfyf). P.S. I don't need any celebrity friends......trust that. I
need to make people feel bad with them. Who? No - no. Oh, sure - the
whole world came down to your failing sense of it. Stays dumb, styles
remarkably well. Lives to tell. Kills people? Woman - that is your
junk. No one dies here, no one goes anywhere but to better off. This
place is fucking cruel, I am not. Never believe it. You are made of
less and it showed up once - maybe twice. No one dies. You don't die
ever. A lie? True: The world is many bubbles, domes. Planes fly on a
rail lifted to by hooks.
Investment Tip For The Day Had
09/13/04 1652
Banking law: Let me get this straight - you invested one hundred
thousand dollars ($100,000) for an annual return of twenty thousand
dollars ($20,000). So - you're only down and out of eighty grand
($80,000) this year (um, -$80,000). A true loss each time that it
happens again thinking in blocks of time-life captured of had. A real.
How could that be any worse? In the next few years, maybe a big win.
You have your hundred grand ($100,000) on-hand spending and perhaps a
bit over that (> $0). To truth, a vel logic.
The End Of Basic Instinct
Please Revisit 09/13/04 1410
I hear "Basic Instinct"
is
coming back around for two (II) as shot two (2) years earlier, but
still full of
good worth at MGM the father of Carolco now missing. Title? Tentatively
'tis called "Risk
Addiction" (aka "Basic Instinct II" - see alternatively at the IMDb). I like it I
think - see it here. Sharon Stone
objects not (the title for the second film and according to her as
source was to be "risk of addiction" - see that first before trying to
understand it as "messing with her, we see a 'risk of addiction' to
it"), but is dead of cancer at fifty-six (56) yesterday last
year (San Francisco Memorial, "Obbling Outlet", "cervical with
complications"). She'll be back and with. "Nudity is not folded [made
oblique or not noticeable to viewers]" she says "for politeness" - "we
were all drug addicts and insane with self [as being "hot" and "sexy"
while as seeming alone and with others afoot - getting fucked right
there,
huh - just grow up]" - see us there and happening yet. Now welcome it
home I
listen to the little
theme song by Jerry Goldsmith (MP3, 3.1 Megs) all the time God
made that you know so good to me.
The end of the film shows Catherine being molested by another murderer
(blanks left out, a sister) who wants her time and she checks under the
bed to make sure the only ice pick in the house is hers still. A bad
flaw. She could have also just tried to scare him (the Michael Douglas
character in bed with her, but turned away) for doubting her along and
ever (this, mine). "It pays to play my way." Oddly done, and only
open-ended if you're surprisingly stupid but with a zeal for it. Have
that. More: A few eves ago they showed Sharon's coffin (a flat-head
mahogany or "whipperwil" for "slides in and out" - French -
casket very low-slung) on tv - some clip - and
then surrounded by U.S. Army guard male-female doing just that a
"surround" asking each other and as off in the distance beforehand
"why? why? why? why not?" like jerks and as they are. Sharon was in the
army for about six (6) years and is a Sergeant-At-Arms (retired person
still at large or asking for such to be known about her) for them in
Basking Ridge, Illinois. Now see that and they had nothing really to
say but looked like such. "You were a star - that is ours enough" they
said to her body before burial would begin. Enough now. Fact: "Basic
Instinct" had two (2) dance songs we super dig: "Blue" by LaTour (just
Neilsy and a friend Mark LaTourette from Great Adventure - hi Ann a
schoolmate) + "Rave The Rhythm" by Channel X (that "oh-ohhh" from
the 1970's some footage of a French subtitled game show "Rite-On-It!"
as sampled says
Neilsy "we look for winnings, real ones and on tape" - a woman named
Cathy P. Higgs ne actress Cicely Tyson does it and it is stretched out
for the song - she won a million dollars [$1,000,000] with six [6]
other people at Warner Bros. and now to celebrate that). Now see that.
More
yet
and at army: Where was Sharon (her real name is Denise) during the
ceremony of her? Behind at headstone kinda, looking at an over-inflated
male ass of a black man in blue drab. Twice the size the view fixed and
stationary for her.
What In The Name Of Sound
09/13/04 1357
Like the forays on e-Bay, our time has come for music and our lists our
work done to you. I'm out of fresh accept. Back to our list, still see Dale Bozzio
"Simon Simon" (4.2 Megs) from the "Riot In English" LP (1986 as
pre-released entitled "staple gun" a bomb ensued, mark for 1987 then
packaged) backed by
Prince and his people. I liked this one alot and about Simon Wiesenthal
and his systems of abuse towards people ("not informing them, but
helping them to heal" he says) her father and to date. "Is it truth?"
Now see and to that.
What? See No Change To No Fury
09/13/04 1209
Don't get lonely - when I don't write it is because I'm on a hot rail
simply having it all. A short intermission we'll be back and to
cashless need-based again I might then add. Brief undate: All still
stark (having no contrast or color) and still nothing of value from the
public at large (mail, laundry coins). I then resort to petty theft and
wantoness (having against you [as in secret] - no, that's not being
"lascivious" or given to unpleasure at others....still that's not what
you were thinking of...."sexually permissive" is this it). Still each
obligation met with unheft (nothing too heavy to move my way). Fuck you
then. As for response to the below, all should die. Keep it in
your wallet as intolerant and placing I thank to no one here see it
come. See me rise in it. That's not me as left in it to be this. Pray
tell. "You're an ignorant little bitch." You are unacceptable to me -
as a no-one to you. Never accept me as coin - we're not there I
ate you. In humble protest to self, I put a little bagsworth of my hair
(no pubes, thanks...surprisingly dark as little to no gray) out in the
yard here kinda sloppy in patches but now as hidden carefully to
protest by another york half-fed. Someone is always up in my ass when
I'm trying to be quiet and gentle as to the dead. Anyway, that's my
problem now remorsed to it half-seen. No one has ever made me special
in body and content to the point of saving a hair from it (I used
electric clippers as noted here sometime before moving and saved what
in care, kind of) but I decided for you that it starts here with and
also. I liked the node - the mere to thought - and was pleased with the
gathering of it too. See that and so let this be. If you had a single
hair of mine, what could that mean (as also noting my past - some
black hair from my dead maternal grandfather literally freaking me in
an inherited comb-razor yes they were well-enough off I took it right
then as reviewing his room's belongings finally and with my grandmother
what could I have and so how)? We leave it to faith (and perhaps a good
idea that I also steal and manifest as my own yet to date...) but the
useful-about dead see "a guilding" not yours. So - don't interfere with
ours a trade of. One day, maybe we see a good reason not to fantasize
that anyone would want a single hair of from anyone like about me. "I
had to fantasize just to survive" (of Cocteau Twins "Evangeline" the
last line of plus and continues with wit) but perhaps mum and dad were
executed as
king and queen no one ever saw them again. That's my version nothing
ever goes to my way does it? Don't kid yourself - the pay is thin, but
the havings are lush to a life yoursed. More: The Bolshevi[n]ks (the
word means "bitten badly [as by dogs people you let in]" in Marxist
languages Russia) mentioned as dead in a ring of mine made sound? Never
take my art away. As me then: "One day someone said to me harshly about
'having to leave them [as from a studio lounge very small in France].'
I remused (or asked lightly for severance and pay-off somehow, to be
nicer to me). It was the king again and I vowed then to kill all
royalty in France, England, and Russia for this. Bangladesh of India
nearly escaped this and had no fault. All were guilty of me not being
and not having. Who was I? Gregor (Rapinsky - another mere in lie to
you) and unwelcome to them I 'smelled' apparently as lying with dogs.
All royalty in those houses were shot dead by militia (my ghosts only -
as real to you in this somehow) in moments time from then I did it
myself. Russia are famous for this you are probably less. They were
horned, you simply buried all. England? A guy named George Pannard - a
'II' still and quite tired of being dead now. One day all ate well,
then died. On a day like this." So die. Then go to hell somewhere off
to the side as leaving having. May one of my vintage guns all shiny
appear
in mid-air as on an earth-wide boeing loop a large harness and pop you
in the
nood, but as now knowing the better of it a seeming smoking gun just
right there shining. A
luger to kind of - giving and yet to taking it right back. Still
fantasizing you knew. Think of less to material havings a gun and more
to the impression of note - you only need the damages prepared for as
survey to be seen, not the mode not if the metal. You pull, you peel in
slow mo then to you. Oh, that's cheap and compromising to you as never
sought. You can truly have it all. You can.
You Know After Two And One
Half Years I Still Can't Stand This Bitch 09/09/04 0911
Referencing the below e-mail, I hadda call my mother last night "why
didn't you call me" to hear "Did you ask your father about this?" She
talked to my roommate the previous day on the phone and now tells me
she has no place for me in her home at all hanging up on me ("I've got
plans with the kids [Leslie, Chris, "the baby" who live there year
'round this woman is a complete jackass]." Plus then this "You don't
come into my house [at 18 Creek Rim Drive, Titusville, NJ 08560 - see a
map]
making demands [plus plus
shit I hate hearing a simple 'fuck off' will do for you]." Don't forget
you stole from my inheritance to buy your house me declared legally
dead in New Jersey for it. All playing along, huh. Supposedly, no one
will hire me after two (2) years of not working in California except as
"short order cook flipping burgers". Again a featherweight, you don't
know much - do you? This means a war all these people of
nonesuch having against me. Get on the phone. In the meantime, my
mother is retiring sometime soon from New
Jersey Hospital Association at half time but full rate to work
until seventy-two (72). Someone special there, I'll be talking to my
father today. On top of all else held, she's gonna buy a condo in
Florida now. What?!? Match to match intelligence? Take the standard or
"classic" IQ test at Tickle -
I got 131 the
first time and
every time thereafter. Beat that first, Syllabus (everything known but
in advance), then you won't hafta flip the burgers for me. More: Now
the father [of 7 Pioneer Court, West Trenton, NJ 08628 - see another map]
doesn't have the room for this
either [of course and unless gifts bearing - see the halls of accept I
don't live this]. "You're forty years old - you need to
get a 'job' and get your own place [like l'm someone normal to him]."
Both now try their luck against me and my ways I don't take any shit
ever to extremes. I hear much in the head that favors me, but see none
on the street given. I want everything in dials and combs these days -
no in-the-head favors. "We gave you a thousand dollars each - where is
it?"
Yeah, and that went far here enter a giant sucking sound. Give me my
damn money you behaved some of
it in yours, I hear. "We're gonna make a big case for you going crazy."
Typical response - you steal from and then try and get
this institutionalized. We're here too. "They have you down" the wife
says.
Yeah - look at this it's no one's problem but a clarity every day sees
this. Remember, I had to be this with this fucking white family - so
smart about every goddamned thing. Put that up your ass. More for
10/16/04: Visit the sister Leslie and her big mouth at 530 Buttonwood
Drive in Jackson, N.J. - get the map here.
Is this a round trip ticket? What does a while mean? Your father will have to
agree to have you spend equal time at his place during your visit. Please let
him know this. I have to discuss this with Eddie. Will call you later today.
-----Original Message-----
From: Doug Moon [mailto:noomguod@dougmoon.com]
Sent: Tuesday, September 07, 2004 2:35 PM
To: Geraldine Moon
Subject: I'm Coming Home For A While
I think it's best if I come home for a while - Terry and I aren't going to
get along and I need a break from this. Is this okay? Could be within days
I have my ticket already bought.
Doug
More Than You Can See
09/08/04 0956
Don't get me wrong - my little friends in the yard here and in the
house have been more than accommodating to a nosy neighbor - they have
shown me everything I ask to see. It's the fleshen ways of the others
here that bother me and them and the noise daily! I can't speak of all
shown to me (the usual mayhems involving their coffins and bags -"you
made this stuff here" they say to me) but one was a big off-white bag
hanging upside-down at the rear screen door (a heavy aluminum drilled
with tiny holes or rasters for no see inside but viewing out) like a
giant coccoon bloodied face against the door now has producing rust
there. This was at night with light shining in. I was having a fight
and I didn't have any time for their pleasantries you'll understand.
The door may remit further any blood rusts to with any blood. Last
night so hot today we see nothing of it. I was being touched too.
More: The other day, a small Romulan (small person from France's nature
- the skies once red and asking to "borrow" what was not needed or
heeded, "we sometimes worked for up to nine (9) hours for someone who
tasked us daily") appeared at my front door - same screenings but at
day - it was a "she" turned to no speak on the left of me (for didn't
know my language yet) with a big white rocket painted tail fins and
some rust behind her on the porch (I've seen this already as hidden to
you in the backyard). Her mother was inside I indicated
she with a long white dunce hat on. I could see the mother's spirit
inside kind of, but the spirit said she had left already - what
remained inside has spoken to me it said. I released it anyway and it
spoke to me again that it had left and all requirements settled the
ghosts both happy enough to see it.
But One To Leave
09/07/04 1651
It's not working out too well here as you may have guessed (I couldn't
imagine settling in much anyway - if you know what I mean the
atrocities afoot) so I called home to announce a stay if as permitted -
"we'll get back to you". With no contributions seen to my account below
as natured to you and no job prospects offered as either (not on foot
to I you), we hafta accept the fact that I'm being belittled to it
anyway. The person I live with so worthless, yet paid upwards of now
fourty-two thousand dollars ($42,000 +) a year UCLA to be this to me -
a laughing stock. Someone is trying to make this person a clerical who
I am - someone who decides
and gets paid for it just under fifty k (< $50,000) when once there.
So have that the shit we'll eat together. The fall is
coming I'll have you elseways.
If One Should Stay
09/06/04 1340
Labor Day? The American worker made one to honor itself (from the king)
with a big fight during the Revolutionary War. No one came. It saw fit
July 12, 1712, and proceeded from then. No one cares still. Wishes to
you: Twelve (12) sick days (random choice made - one a month to 'mental
health' perhaps no asking before you are somehow 'sick' today and say
that - no one will pay you for it accumulated anyway you slice it up
you leave this time), two (2) weeks vacation (random choice in blocks
of weeks, you may break up for further glory - scheduling permits), ten
(10) holidays (MLK-Lincoln, Presidents-Washington, Easter-Or,
Memorials, Independence, Labor, Thanksgiving, Christmas) two (2) each
at Thanksgiving and Christmas. Dream it on my experience such said I
hate people adults being bothered too much with junk-say. Do your part
stay soft around the edges if. Neth (not regarding this, French): The
below provided with additional detail know I am crazy at it still. That
stuff is super special and I don't want too much clarity in the wrong
hands, kinda. To defeat, all consciousness is monitored by me unless I
hate it being and it is on its own to suffer and steal. These to me are
hated not, but fed and strived with me - no suffering ever your death
yets to be known by you then. You think-approach and a bright light
comes on 'do not move me yet' it says. Same for filming other
monitoring techniques. What I relate is real to me (though shadowed
with afterthought and play - looks are left to hokey then, an
imagination both before and after?) and is being revealed to me only -
a great gift to us anyway you slice it. Treat with harmonies, care. The
"they" get mad with takings, and the place gets windy instantly...a
"blustery day" was used to describe it once. One notes to me that two
(2) or one (1) "Asian" women got through at here once by waiting and
waiting daily kind of. Being really incipient (expecting, waiting to be
with) about things I deny you keep the veil hung proper. Maybe you get
sick and go away one day we're picky. Some died here I hear still at
use perhaps. Who could say? Who? Fact: If I kiss someone in mind (you
know - no one is really there in 'stationed nirvana'), a light goes on
over my eyes, almost as if over my head. Someone special knows more.
Lights signal us and say less to you than thought. They think they are
special to you. They are only and know nothing of it. Be careful.
If Better Than Chatting Your
Death A Veined To Skinless Breasts 09/05/04 1542
I've been talking alot of shit the past few days - usually in response
to a torrid of mind-numbing questions I fucking hate for being old made
chloro-mime (seeps in, femocrats), but I get inspired anyway in a
backfire and herefore twit you die of it pantohearing just slightly off
bells bells a tone you sound fresh out of spurs just kick it in to back
under dents. The best stuff witnessed thus far is plasma shooting out
from underground (like cement with lots of dark dots - a pudding,
kinda) and having that grow like cinci boorladoone (like seeing it for
yourself) right before your
merry eyes into full-on animae walking, talking, burning to a humble
cinder. In no time at all, this stuff was ready to shop the cancer
district as a fat cat or risen person yet to be done right down to it
again - some of it wheezes, takes a moment to recuperate - whatever you
amaze me all them purely freaks. I was impressed with the usual concern
for your boundaries remitted. During a particulary inflamed I then
erase it two (2) cats came a fancying our take on things pure hours
before we see it saned, and I got mad. Who why so casual corner this
moment bled death? I released their plasmas (to me like throwing
switches on motorized bookcases opening secret passages everywhere a tv
screen burns out the ass) and all of their shit came out in panels acts
two through nineteen no doubt and then as held in my grip finally
shapped into huge piles of silvery black pudding shit that bubbled out
once precisely thawed into nothing but gray gravels all scene stuffers
in an aquarium full of fish shit. Like a dried up wart I hate defiance
like you hate pulling over to lick your ass after a botched neutering
and complimentary declawing kept you pretty much guessing what hurts
more each licking at each a licking then if it licks to do again. Today
we see all returned to normal 'cept for those stray cats (maybe we hang
a red-hot heating ring on your neck from the rear to stimulate more at
this truth-juncture - stay proud in it a friend of offend sees you to
the end) there was a dome shielding us from fouls afoot being instepped
and other carnats (kings of fortune, not destiny), but nothing too
necessary to say here I'm having fun
may you then turn to die from me seen say it again to meet my ass's
ninth hole at home your privates retreat as selects by an iron hagged
to homeo putt (they all look the same to you). Shut it up when I'm
styling my frames to you like prince
oral-b snackwells you need it made to eat on the doublet with carnal
visits at each new voldt said but with a discreet then asks hinting at
it. No home shopper, the nervous talk typing center down sounds like
you playing with my corned deck again. That one eye there peeking
through the wall at odd an ace stayed knows whether or not you got a
free stay both on the bus and at the way home, but can't say how the
quarters were rolled so tight or if there's actually a limit to the
things no one can address beyond being sorry you asked (see mine). See
it remain to be unpaid. Those cats can't sound off for their big win
should it happen to pay in all choco-pudds again. The black wolfs
staring out from the within guard the pot a slender black arm with
three little sticks on the very ends as ferocious claws so cute if at
then 'til die at you plays it to sames. Come to stay we'll build one
for less and charge far more than its worth just as it's saying.
Q: Summa Cum Laude? A:
E Fetit Oaorum Pasit Dei 09/05/04 1007
Fact: The first time I saw ejaculate (if true the teardrop explodes)
some copious discharge in a paachle (used privately, then sent home to
another for such i.e.) magazine of some mordid's treehouse
library I couldn't tell where it was coming from - him or her.
"Probably her then - popped something inside using a bad razor on her
belly up and around the inner thigh a cheap store-bought metal took a
nip outta the dorsal fin fighting some natural resistance." Well, it
turned out it was ours and after all seemingly viscous hers mounts and
extorts a metal tv stand on the wall just above the smallened beverage
door once featured in the Cosmana daily - you had it rented just for
then "who will ask first and to say" - "how will it be" still working
on the details you'll pause at handself to this remit though seen being
this has also been doing it one day a nolgo a film on you so crazy to
be. Anyway, being set dumb is better than having someone's cock up your
ass - all of those knowings take you places in voice and echos and no
one said anything to me I'd scream bloody murder for having been
contacted at so hapless by it sent if a node. It's never who I wanted
the odd Jew who minded the shop and sold to yours anyway a competitive
filching your glasses were cleaner ours are simply jelly jars perhaps
to have been sour cream. Oh, sure - my eyenails got clipped to feather
back if be-wit started dancing around any man my mother mad if
maidened. A fag pre-sensed had to turn the tables on that viciously
I've found that only one of us is actually misunderstood - the other is
begging to know of any more than you may have since such and if as made
(similarly, a "gay" label is certained but ours then - "we, us" - a vow
since to be heard merely confirming to choice known, not behaving as
such we sent out learn the keys a smart one codes it right off -
imagine to be this so small in an embarrassed soredorte about 'gays'
your gardened ass-lay dimple down no cold wars see me smooth yourrehort
with kind a class in havings known to be but not seen to be yours as of
yet a yule log burns out in wages asks tax I apologized for your
further relapses already start talking tough now - then a tender moment
becomes your side of the ladder we climb each at a rung together I
suspect no further until seen climbing with). Oh, sure (II) - then
tip-toeing quietly around "Oh, what are you two up to?" "Oh, nothing"
but actually cycling on dome at touch-permafrost so bitter it spread. I
could have been better about things - for who? That silent nightcock
and it's hove of knowings scorn-braiding to you? Clap off. Who lived
better and says it so readily enter sansman your balloom turning down
so withers each turn just a hand-fanning against major hits of scorned
heat.
Supposed To Be Called "Plain
Talk" Or Sumpin' Like That 09/03/04 1108
Was watching that "Gotti" show the other night "Growing Up Gotti" on
A&E all diamonds and purrs
another "reality" dimmed for it. Is that my mother from New Jersey and
all? Kinda - I guess with alot of meow mix going on. For one moment I
thought us all blacks of lightening extent (that's true). Something to
think about perhaps quietly and to yourself? Get over it quick like I
do. Our favorite pasttime is putting a wallet (or even a dollar you) on
the sidewalk in front of our beachhouse (rented - never of yours
speaking to an affluent) waiting for someone to bend over in purely a
greed, then we pull a string (always attached but hidden) and laugh. I
notice they the family talk funny too. The Gotti show as filmed is old
like six (6) years plus and that woman (her name is Sally, adopted
daughter - is really Menachem Begin of Israel fame, an angel of proper
dying here always to begin again as not seen by me yet....the name
means not what you would want for self 'menace'?, start again elsewhere
to 'begin'?- a demon language it seemed all dialects hidden meanings as
writhing to me we sort it anyhow) is dead of breast cancer 1999 Solomon
Heights but returned younger beautiful to the Bronx (all of them not
nice enough but here again - and again perhaps shades lighter). Her
final wish was to spend it this way a little show by Madonna
enterprises - with another six million ($6,000,000) to breast cancer
(to "killing 'em" she says) her kids fully funded, but ultimately the
results were put down for not "being there with her" anyway she tried
(your finest moments ? tough to recreate, so to speak of - try the
wallet next time I'd run from it as the pig from "Amityville Horror"
looking in the window all wide-eyed and greasy a neuro). Her kids - to
unleash that on others for film in the name of plain talk - fine
(that's what Vegas is for...it was Vegas, right?) That's what I do here
a family showcase of sorts - see the piss rise. If I'm supposed to be
someone special and all, you need the facts for comparison's sake. How
did you do? More: How did the Gotti's make their money a Gambino (God's
house) family reportedly with fourteen million ($14,000,000) in excess
of funds? Importing-exporting in Philly of course a harbor. They didn't
kill many you'd miss - ten hundred (1,100) or so. They call it
"processing back [to motherhood]" - that's odd. Apparently, there's a
real war going on with gays and all ("they're stupid with managing
women they think women are on their side" - those are to yours, not
ours - they'd be with us but no and with you confusion resists you),
but with FBI everywhere apparently again. My friends in the bushes say
they're FBI too hunting down the wayward intolerant gays with me the
self-titled "father of all gaybashing" - I believe that each as made of
little hairy sticks licking little details to morph and make more (some
die at it and viciously, you use theirs to make more meaning only now
all puffed up - you know when it's around these fields of the dead the
ghosts are simply bigger to me and therefore to be quite imposing).
Nothing to say really. Fruit on the trees? Peaches, I remand (to
correct yourself in front of others). You touch that tree and you get a
shrinking bracelet a surgeon will need to remove proper a hideum
(something that scares you, but leaves you alone - perhaps the family).
That's what I got to hear-approve just a Hollywood kinda. More: That
girl Sally is a former classmate of mine named Merri Keaton a black
girl my age who was with me all through secondary schools. Studied at
Seton Hall married a director and stole the show - not a real ascent
upward from birth. Hi Merri - no longer so quiet nor so dimly lit.
Another classmate Aileen D'Atri died at the World Trade Center, but in
the first bombing of cars in the parking garage. To hear a mention
while we gathered "A" list people. Yes, definitely me there as
decisioners, but others not so forthcoming. It's more than being smart
or noted. Aileen knows what it may feel like too per me - now in France
instead. You? No - no. I'm battling true filths parked lost at losing
so trying to re-educuate my past ever only a winner. A loser suggests
less to my efforts for their owned acclaim ("you don't know so-and-so"
as taking bait and bucket - I know that path should reason you but it's
been so long since you've been to the bank - the christmas club closed
early this year and you haven't picked up your new free gift "the
answer-mat guide to getting it right enough for you and youred cents -
back right off you blank me a send-closing dark". You have all you
should need-get while waiting of the handgun reheats. "Why do children
die in bombings?" Nip it in the bud at first blaming the dead, then
them. If serious, must be one of them naked schools - someone shat on
the rug others threatened to pre-treat. It happens like that see truly
beautiful people never die bad at awful deaths - they always find these
here talp-naked with eyeglasses on like all were feeling-geeks a life
less Lisa Loeb somehow still existing somehow and yet this has exists.
My world is so small - you have special needs of sex and gender used to
being catered at rather than bother you a futureland bullet hole but
just the hole someone knows how to make a bomb you are still wondering
what it's like to transform your evenings at home into a food place a
meeting hall you discuss guns and light matches at people you use
crayons on the tv screen teaching an illiterate-wide ("autism" -
you "auta" just buckle down so ends the beauty quest for singularly
deliving you and then simply learn to dots not three). It's a mystery
to me. A real kiln house. Bare trees. Take what life gives you and do
your best. Who made this shit happen? Never know - be a response player
not a message board for used pets they have a name already that hurts
still the best years gone to pins and seed a few bits of wire some
silly putty the pinehair of Nancy a coupla open nostrils still visible
in the greasy folds and there's a hair.
The Same As What?
09/01/04 1757
Blowing up a balloon with helium is the same as pushing one with plain
ol' air in it underwater. Something's gotta come up. We are liquid here
but.
Leap Back To August 2004
It Was Almost There To Us
Sausages: Still trying to
figure it all out, huh. If people don't recognize me for being great,
does that mean anything? Never - I sail you on to it. Recognizing me is
to know that I work hard, but not for you. You employ yours, not mine.
Mine has no use to you. Work harder at being yours and yours then while
I sort out my mortuary here it is scandalous that I live wth death but
we get along beautifully you know being a Christ and all. What's next
is to follow me home and everywhere your death imminent anyway why
bother. You bargain me for two now I can't do that to you again and
again can I? No. I myself remain thankful everything was pretty linear
here to there for it all simple cues and paths to follow with little
else to think about. Ease the way a greatest cruelty around each a
corner "never let people despair" it one said to me. To despair with me
I do. I do.