Ignore That Last Bit - I
Can't Even Read This Stuff Sometimes Like Someone Else Wrote It No, Not
Me Another Fib Mental - However, I Wrote Much Of January 2005 Seems
That At First
People lie for each another cover their asses but I have integrity you
seek it. We just don't want to be bothered 'is it true is it not
untrue?' just accept it's possible take it at face value people are so
unusual I swear one day I'll be that talking shit all the time die. I
hear things, you hear the very same things I tell you but in strictest
confidence of course we both think it's all pretty much shit or we had
better before this or a better understanding for per the need to know
basis. Right? Right. I wish 'em well enough. To talk like that so free
and of me here it all seems so dumb. Who am I to know it better? We'll
use it some to our advantage with certain of languages afoot.
What? 12/31/04 1932
I don't buy it. She never visits Aunt Jeannie. Hold tight to that
Barbra Streisand thing probably true but I had to give Barbra up in
that and we loved her the biggest star ever (celebrities like fucking
me over because I brag about knowing them blah blah - can you believe
it? My fantasies are sexual and involve no stars as chatting and rude
thus only unsexy all that talk I died beside my penis both envied your
falsehoods. See it my way - nothing done in front of people, hushed
tones for and per usual, game playing, Pamprin, facial appliques and
wouldn't it just be easier to agree that I err'd when I said there are
no
stars in New Jersey? Sure, dinner in the 'burg every now and when....we
ate at 'Diamonds' and all 'aren't you Joanne Pflug [who the hell is
that? Pat Sajak's sister? a millicent, I, many years we knew this, see
the "Parade" insert with goony sleace
'letters to the editor' in the Sunday Times of yore - these people
think of Vanna and remember a
time before she revealed all the letters as it's in her powership to do
one at a time then as per each] Sarah's havla sister?' "Finally, no.
I'm Tawnii DeTaele...your mind sends it flask." A body talc, actually.
Die that bock off. "Why is it that people don't honor you as a star?" A
star makes people happy - that is their gig. I never do anything like
that but I coulda showed up devil in sparks playing the fiddle like a
motherfucker I suppose doing you down like Mozart. I scare people they
hate me and I hate being monkeyed in it see my pictures with not a care
extended no no. Finally, this is not 'stars' stuff all fucking and
being a smartass I don't pleasure people like that. People hate stars
and I play it like their friend - fuck you - never will you have that a
star I am the greatest glory ever - bigger than marge tits no star has
it this. God is like the AYDS - a big health-money deal insidious no
cures warts in your ass hate is everywhere they fear no star lives well
by me yet maybe some do I doubt that a star-ve works too hard dying
trying give-artist plagues nuts too your fans both of them died years
before you sang it out by heart. Still shaving down a herd of pussies
at Rahway, but your new song speaks of king-size Reeses all to yourself
a Volvo sedan a french chef making bou'br'ours (otherwise 'hot tods' -
milk and butter heated with alcohol 10:2) in the kinf'd kafne (kitchen,
a sink + toilet, you keep out back on a patio perhaps in a lowered
booth).
From: Geraldine Moon
<GMOON@NJHA.com>
To: noomguod@hotmail.com
Subject: Happy New Year
Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2004 14:24:32 -
0500
Thank you for calling Christmas
Eve. We were at Midnight Mass. I called on Christmas but you were
working. Hope you had a good weekend. I saw Danny Moon at Aunt Jeanie's
on Monday. He looks good and is still in Boston with a time share in
Miami. We are going out to a casual restaurant down the shore with
Patty and Larry, Nancy and Jim, the old group and then joining other
friends to toast the New Year in at their home. Will have some
neighbors in on Sun afternoon. and then its back to bah humbug! I will
be very involved next week with continuing to work with our hospitals
to get medical and financial relief to the Tsunami disaster areas. It
is the most horrific of disasters and I think the worst is yet to come.
Happy New Year to you and Terry. Hope it is a good one for you
both. Love Mom.
Speaking In French Is Only
Half Said Then 12/31/04 1216
Not much to say....raining here loads our basement once again flooding
the hot water expected to be off sometime. I'm going to work soon until
the early evening and care off lower to clouds so cold. Have it 'til
then.
No I Don't Feel Bad Clean
That Up 12/29/04 1009
Do I feel real bad like you fantasize with your crooked finger about
working in a grocery store at the very base of it? Never. I serve a
legitimacy there by helping people get their stuff at the closest to my
own consumptions and at rate. People cry delivering all of that
stuff to you for simply wanding a cash and I like participating as no
one but in secret and as the time flies I threatened you silently. I
personally shop like hogs, buy everything I want, and insist upon
double bags they break while walking home your shit all over the
sidewalk. This stuff doesn't bother me at all and I learn and I learn a
business aspect. People think you hafta eat shit like this for
seemingly getting rich soon (sure) or then learning to take from others
with care (we'll probably see no change) but your fantasies need be
quelled people still command my respect usually as I assist. If I took
a drastic reduction in pay and stature by this it wouldn't be clear to
me yet this is good to me ever walking to and fro not having to think
much just doing and each day although some tend worship a rule to train
you to them. Being in a propered office setting as your assistant or
resident clerk would hurt me and I refuse you to that ever. Think about
where it's all going: nowhere. At the very most, a minimum of pay and
harsher respects assured those qualifying for unemployment once again
that almost half your pay is withheld and soon taken they know your
tricks. Some say a meal for each hour, but that's lush. I say you plan
on having less of the butt eaten by you and ask not to be served so
much face in it. I'd test off. We're here yet. "Oh, you know
computers...." Don't be a fool - that stuff is not easily acquired no
matter what and is paid for lavishly by demand because people say that
stuff to me and other people so negative to it and can't deliver what
you do, so what (?) you take their lowly job while training it all off.
Nobody allows you time to get to know anything on-the-job and those who
get up and running amaze and cause cherish with blazing speeds and top
deliveries of talent to. Start small do something it pays and pays -
don't just look at me I'm someone special with crimes against me. Don't
be so easy to dismiss logically - take a class or a course and make
yourself better for the mix only you know the truth about you nobody
takes that away your mind your exposures your doing to. The tricks you
may play on people come in time. I highly recommend Excel
(spreadsheets - one number changes someone said and then they all
change automatically in response and for you) and Word
(word processing - typing things up with formatting or different type
styles only - no matter what then add "mail merge" the funniest thing
ever - you have a list of names and addresses and you have a single
letter a typed-up sheet missing the same information in all the right
places the two add together and print for each person named to lather
them as someone getting attention from you very personally "Dear Mr. Saggs...Your little letter
dated 01/12/02....[maybe
adds in] the kids Emily
and Susan" if
database "UNPAID SOLD" names some you gotta be smart I'm smart enough)
for people who need upward movement only doing only what's asked for
and by how someone needed better than that usually don't throw that
advice out play with these things at home settle for nothing until you
get what you want in your work seeking. Everything is meaningful -
remember that and for printing. This stuff moves with you as not
specific to a company too a sure loser of. Then, you let other people
sit and think about what the differences are between you and what they
do. See you at the market we hate fools in our direction only. "You
didn't do that well [on computer tests for the applications
mentioned]." That quote from a lifetime loser at it telling people who
they are always in the hope it's true if somehow while they wait thanks
again. I blow those tests off in five (5) minutes with some error your
tests not logical (many ways to do the same with keystrokes the mouse,
menu picks and stuff no one wants to be bothered with this really it's
hard on them making value tests - I challenge you though put money
down) and must seeking of it ruled and rigid for losers trying at it
big dumb answers with hate involved I do you well anyway. I never seek
to achieve perfect for anything, really - not against the likes of you
so easy to know. That's assholes who don't breathe for fear of you. The
tests exclude liars nicely we see the difference and soon. Make my
score happen, then you talk of me. Who does that well anyway? Someone
with a little class (class = a "classic" or not to be improved a
standard among - is that you?) probably who competes with others not we
fear you I hate women-types who seek my pay and stature if only bagging
while running me and others over getting to it never listen never see.
People like people I don't want them around really hurting me and
others all the time. I don't want them, really. I don't I have to
listen to you I hate that some little person a noisebag. Of course I
hear all of your complaints by you in my head a radio of it and think
nothing. I hear you. "We think you are fucking mean." You live thinking
the contents of your mind need not be clear to me and others while you
do us. We know you and wait for a moment that's clearly sane to it. In
turn, I dump all here challenged by you and in reverse. No bother but
no pay neither. My friend Chris says "trades" (building stuff). Yeah,
but that's hard testing for too. They will murder you and you still
drop closed switches into a lit fusebox.
Open All Night
12/28/04 1920
If you ever have problems with your browser and just for being here
reading free and clear, clear your "cache" (your browser's and shared
participles memory saved of visits, places to be) and first. As in the
"Netscape" menu and under "Preferences", select "Advanced" and
underneath then "Cache" then "Clear Cache" to dump all you see and
fucking it. You're awfully sorry you asked to be, but someone you
petted allowed me a seeping "error" you probably helped or wrote. Back
to, these slavings to be avoided are in-part promised to me by
promising to fight your wars and abroad as this shining on freely. I
can be who I choose free and all as long as I fight with you when
called by trouble if as strikes. Let's keep calling back and forth to
make sure no woman or sound enters the plea I registered for the draft
and that was enough for me my father being a real advance jerk-off on
that one he could use to pilfer me down like you. I go and run for
bullets I'd honor it no plea. Seek pleasures, be kind to our neighbors
who fight with us daily too these bitches and then henched (how can I
make you know mine too? easy enough just try it out like usual your
mother's shoes). You owe their sons for something as promised the women
did nothing really and seek it out. All's not well so far a woman sits
on her ass complaining of my dick up someone's ass and late nights out
like a care came to hear it complain. May fuck her dead I was mostly
delivered as promised you see that a utopia of sorts holding it inside
this I do my part while you guide a tv on it to stay above your calls
out. Make a beautiful and a boy you get one maybe. Maybe just wait a
bit. A proud woman in Los Angeles (the tip of having it all, we can't
make do with what you seem with special people around and all where's
the party? of all places the city of lost angels as you seek army
protected maybe you see it taxes are never yours thanks for nothing our
partner in crimes too and this is against you housing derelicts in your
part of it stated until we want them from you) is no one's welcomb hom.
Of all the world we had to be this and with it we nature to sounds.
Make it real you are no equal to this yet. Come see me to be this yet.
Know why you live. "When you get ugly you have to leave." Ugly? We fear
ugly is not in our code. Ugly is yours staying away again. Come see me.
"We speak up for ourselves." No one is interested in that clarity on
demand by you parents who made and fed a kid daily? And now just to
know of you and your feedings upon it them settled for so less? Never
see this to me. You need to charm people the rest of us will never
understand you I asked and got you again. Some confess - this will do
for now. Don't tell me any more your truth. No more truth by you. "You
are less." I was left to my thoughts unless higher of it I
pursued. To choose and to not have to think of is mine. You gotta get
to give. Now I got you. Any takers before I get you this a gift? Plus:
If I see you on tv making points at I will kill you I hate heaven's
children and shoot at that so confused why I can't be quieted like that
a comb and fork at once. Because I hate you I fought hard not to be
that and murdered off I guess. Why ask me? I might know. You tried to
get me to die in your studio lot challenge here I am the master of all
you to fool and beg it to stay normed. I beg you not to clear to me as
others have die. Let me abscond you. Let it pay you a privilege only.
Corniche Convertible
12/28/04 1840
Was talking in mind today about Rolls Royce (working again and all -
what little pay spirals me) and my favorite model the "Corniche" (say
"corn-eesh") convertible (simply a perfect car - no plastic ever, but
all wood veneers and full-grain leathers as sewn all made to be by hand
entirely....runs on air conversion if need be since production 1983
trust that). The queen comes in to the conversation and says you say
the name with a "v" instead of a "c" as for "vorniche". I found that
interesting for friends and all, but mind over says you say the name
without the "o" truly - thus say "seen-eetch" to be true. I loved that
one. The name means "but one is missing" as you knew all well in
French. They are finicky, really. A rare ethusiast, I use to think
about the price of one being more than people's houses at about one
hundred forty grand ($140,000) or so I in the showroom in NYC sitting
for pleasure. I get one hundred ninety thousand ($190,000) now I want a
brand-new one ever. On one day you died I got the car for plus a little
place in LaJolla the coast never a cityscape. P.S. The pictures of this
car as old makes me think things. I remember what I saw on the street
not long ago as parked - black, perfectly sized....simply beautiful.
Now maybe you too.
Change Of Heart
12/28/04 1747
Don't use the checking account below anymore - the bank "force
closed" it with a balance of like negative five hundred dollars
(~-500.00) and they wouldn't let me deposit anything towards it today.
You know I got fucked there too with not one extra dollar noted or
placed by anyone else to date. Is that real to you too? We'll just open
something new somewhere soon and you'll see that here too. Thoughts: I
hate Bank Of America existing like I hate any bank that makes me you -
snottiest "franchise" motherfuckers there's no franchise call your own
branch after you sat. Western Federal? Eat that for taking my car after
fifteen (15) days default with a snotty answer to a loan not even mine
curse thee we paid it right off they stole the car. You and yours paid
again and again I'll never stop. I hate motherfuckers making me just to
be like you and work it out with their money - not mine. Not mine. Your
administrative directors will know of me first. Your records your days
I hate people sending me a bill in this. I hate them. I HATE THEM!
"They do it to you because they fucking hate you." You will die, and
they will die. What more is there to discuss in this? Nothing - let it
to be what it is. Let it to be I'd clip your face off. Never think 1)
that this is mine ever - all by yours as positioned I answer to nothing
for it 2) that I will ever bargain myself to be what you seek - not
with additionals added in about the back and. I'm clever and speak not
about you. Just tips for future we spend you becoming this don't bother
it. "Your 'handlers'...." Whatever's arroganting up there is one stupid
fuck while eat my shit I piss in you both they don't have enough razors
for after I clip off your nuts and tongue what's left - please see that
I keep it to simple...happy/unhappy never superceded by a better
thought forward or having to you too a fright is to a war of the worlds
- you'll pay inside of payings plus pay. Wait see. Maybe I'm no one but
I made it rain by lowering the clouds at least twice plus I fuck with
your every word phrase worded. Hate is my empty bulb. No, it will never
be me I turn on a dime. In wet response, do what you will. Just do it.
I do. I don't lay around thinking it over that's for sure. I ask to be
buttressed in my feelings what never matter anyway I'm entitled to my
every mistake of rabid attack I hate fucking people rants so fool.
"They went and did this to him because they don't want him." No one
asked anyone what they wanted that's for damned sure who the fuck are
you? Answer now answer me dirt. When you insert self I get to take it
and then you can discuss the peckings among what's left of it and
already said. I keep what I do to you down, out...off the lawn. Someone
else's house has your pile of shit stinking up the yard. Why should I
endure it to be so warn? No more from you I've spoken some now the
potentials I to amiss. (No, my mother sent cash some in the box....I
blessed her to it.)
Keep reading fool: Our basement now flooded with water from rain I
supposedly caused (will lay down later and do more messes), I went to
Wells Fargo and have been denied an account by Chek Systems. Too bad
then. I never pay Chek Systems for their services I hate trackings of
people. Went back to Bank Of America someone else to speak to and they
still hand me a number to call on a card seeking. No. We'll just have
to address in other means I was without checking for years on another
bank and I never need that. One day later on I paid up. Always about
deposits that are no good or available when shouldn't be. What to do?
In the meantime, I plague you for this believe yours leave to mine. Go
blind with it. No matter what - too far now ever. I'll just have to go
the ol' credit union I guess.
That Sunami 12/28/04
0958
A brigader ship (troller) hit a submarine parked the two exploded Isle
of Capri thirty-nine thousand (39,000). France, Germany bound for hell.
As After The Fact They Should
Have Fought Better 12/27/04 1122
Today's camphor: "You are nobody special Doug Moon." Thank fuck - I'd
have to know what's better than me and have it made to order too (that
is, you had to do so much for it and be there another unknown and thus
endure and thought to myself then as I blessed not). Then,
(it's all) just (to) you no. So and to update, no greeting cards (save
the one from AT&T Cingular - fuck off), no gifts, no e-mails,
no nuthin' but money from Mom (five hundred dollars $500.00 thanks
again - we're doing well, thanks
again - thanks). I worked Christmas Day long and hard to be with people
no (that is the gift taken home) I was
just there and things are fine if sees nothing special - right? Good
(for you and as you) -
and how about you [insert yours to be drained off here]? Again, thanks
for everything done we see well of you
still (a better faith-having) and I got paid in another stark encounter
(oh, nothing everything's great) how much more or sure can
one be? To those who resist I still couldn't count the change and wait
for better nudes. "That's right - we don't like people who kill
Christ [I, my being, kills him in a manner I say - many lies like this
you defend a saint of yourself Christ would kill you by poking your
eyes out and then searing them once at twice - maybe you live he'd die
then in you then you die a battle of axes]." Know you are going to
Hell. Know me - never an effort seen to
you, never a quit either. Just know nothing matters to me when you see
it your opinion is to me. "Criminally insane" asks others to
hurt people for them. I hear about stuff and think 'how sad' then I eat
a little something. "They hate girls." No - pathetic, weak. We like 'em
alot, but we will not listen to the particular pieces of shit you made
with expectation and entitlement. May both die. No one cares and
neither do other "girls" we shit that back out and put some in you. Eat
your self shit make God have it in his a heavenly hole. To fuck a very
of
last pig. "Mental." Simply lives better, then leaves it to no mention
of you. It goes on and on e-cranch and you, sadly, will finally one day
just
die on it no one came after sixty years your mouth packed full of
cat hair and dirt. More leard for 12/28/04: Good friend (I never
qualify friends i.e., my best friend so needy is it true Chris Ondy? -
they all usually suck I pay to you anyway) Peggy Blaze (lobbs at
Universal - she hated me too if at first to learn better, proves)
reports that she sent me a Christmas card (thanks again - dead? we call
only as needed and then) but that the post office "sets them aside" she
heard this and now all to me in the morning in the head then questions
questions and I grate (remember, nothing too technical to be taken in
the air 'our vision is not real' type-stuff - we save that for all
hearing and here when I write). A danger cited is me then again by no
one special at all - you live this, see it. This quote from someone
there - Peggy inquired she is fucking mean about this stuff always like
me but has Jewish leanings and a woman's sense of misplace (something's
wrong again): "We don't let convicts earn degrees either." That's how
they sell this stuff to a lowly black working at USPS or Peggy sounded
good to me too if at first. Never be this - a convict will spend your
day earning it and with you I think all wrong all wrong. See that. That
the whole shim here - leaving shit for little people with a horrible
sense of not having and vengeance to decide it all out an underside
always keep that down. I stop myself briefly and remind who I am and
how little it hates me. As for the mail, have a bullet in your head
from a college-graduate level to masters in but one day learned perhaps
again pass fail. Add: A masters degree? To teach, only. "That's hate."
Yeah, I basically hate (an empty circle of and around, but full of
intent to you - a Venn diagram hate is real anger AUB) anything that
acts against me be it openly or in stealth I hate. I'd wish you to die
wait is that messy? - already got you penciled in for one of no note.
You think it to yourself like that, like delivered - always so good to
you in reflect so cruel. Chris says "Don't mention my name no
more...my mother gets mad." Tell her go to hell Chris is not going to
be overtly
gay with me - we are not like that I do not allow it. Vow. You the
mother do not know me that well yet to bark, but I heard you had your
open tit in my mouth when I was little playing with me. That counts.
Sorry 'bout that.
I'd Rather Die Than Touch Of
It Once Call For It Caring Again 12/25/04 0949
So I'm in the restroom at work becoming X again as usual the usual
smilts
(I'm going in today, yes no) and I'm talking to ghosts, my very mind,
about
the diaper changing station bolted to the wall. I offered "a faggot's
idea" so as to not know of you ever thanks before a plague sets down
(here? pray for that at home too...you're in love, I hate that sounds
like). Mind says 'no' - they're for people copping out on drugs. A
space
station of sorts that rejects radial heat (what actually does you down)
with stuffin's inside it, you lay the early-deceased as so on their
belly over
the lowered shelf of the unit and pray smell. Bet that works too often
too, but how would find out - you know - the tip to do and all? I know
- I
know. What to do? I still say tell no one. Let me die. "No - not you."
A little mack of salt under the tongue while down still kills it their
breath so bad.
Bitch Please You Owe Me What
Do You Mean I Gave You The AYDS And Other Things That Were Basically
Real To You Too? Still Giving Off Your Scent Mostly I Smell It
12/25/04 0447
Why am I up late? To tell you about my childhood Christmases again -
each
one obscenely perfect yes except for that Grant's orange ten-speed bike
I half-mentioned by mistake (go right to Schwinn then please....still
learning about, will have the best later once having identified to me).
No matter how ludicrous the request list I drafted for each of child
from the holflings of the Sear's toy catalog (each and every, then) the
elves had it there in that silvery sheen halcyon that appeared each
year in that time. They were truly unforgiving. Every stupid thing I
got and some I peeked at early to be sure of no error. Insane. The one
thing I didn't get was that Charlie McCarthy ventriloquist doll oh
alright I wasn't sure I wanted it anyway. For what? I get nervous
having too many
things to use pay attention to not really. Just curious after all. No,
not rich - take
it off (my Dad's all "all I got was a toothbrush" - shoulda used it
too that little rubber thorn right on the end for picking the last bit
at the gums -
next year, a floss maybe and some of them red pills will show you how
if plaque some say thrush still simply angle waxes from cork children's
cereal rotting teeth something). Just suffer to me. Take something of
it (one day, a
foundation of mine - "so what - just take it they'll never know - sure
just do it yeah fuck them....that stupid bitch" - all on a t-shirt -
now on
back "you win again....is that right for the world? no one person ever
mattered but I hafta believe in you going down too (can't fight back no
matter what!)" - fake nipples scorbed with moles ironed on the front
but
underneath my message-header about a dried-up rainforest I'd like you
buy for ovamilk and nest cheeses while China stamp-stirs nighttime
Pampers into your favorite cold cereal then an ad for Amex green and
how it is still
classier than Discovery Card as the waiter goes "but of course" and
"oh, I see" as the distinction is rising over grey poupon
the waiter is at Hooter's and you think cash-only is more impressive if
that's you too).
Leaving No Doubt Right By The
Cookies And Milk 12/24/04 2008
Merry Christmas, Fool. Hope it all turns out nice for you I'm happy
enough yesterday today. Happy enough. You, having to be, having see.
Bless that. I'll just lie around naked in the chapel thinking about
things no one cares about me still. Hrrrmph. Bought a three-dollar
($3.00) Santa hat at work to wear at work today (end the mystery - "a
Jew"?)
Actually, the hat honors Islam and I adore it a blackness to nour
scent. A sex maker's hat.....um, and to so seek, "merriment" (nothing
crabbed, cruel from us to again be this thanks). Okay (as relenting) -
a person of gay descents, the piquant. All of that tinkle box musical
noise in the store made me dei inside incidentally it colors you to me
we are all fools somehow. I'm gonna do something about them one day
like I got the King Family, Yanni, and them there loising at Mannheim
Steamroller. You'll see me. I'm gonna get Enya type-stuff too. I get
you to turn that down with all that gay-friendly tv and morgue
detectives. See ya soon. P.S. I sent no cards this year expect nothing
I still like you too. Unworthy a gift barks and makes mine big I said.
Chow down. I find it hard to believe no one sent greeting you'd simply
believe. Thanks.....anyway you said it just nothing new or noted.
Believe in that. Gift: I tell people we are Jews really and celebrate
Christmas not in some sort of abstain. We hate the afterhath of
Christmas Day and no not true. We had blue lights on the tree ever and
a blue skirt it's easy to fashion the lie, but we simply have no depth
at all and know not why we do anything we are made to conform, die.
Christmas Eve is prettier for lights and we open gifts then in an
impatient-type summoned greed. Lackluster, my mother wishes you did
better for her always I hate her shit tasting my money and wait for her
to know better by me done well. Drunk, drugged, a person of plagues I
can't stand the thought of Midnight Mass fighting hordes of hohme and I
pray to die. "Can't I just stay here and you, guilt bearer, finally, go
it quite frankly alone but with God as such?" Never nice. Let God eat
it up rasters again I'm not good about things ever picking choosing
failing me again. I should go to Hell, really, but I'm God so to thank
for less I'd have be. You do it then. Have that. Eat my God, then to
see me. A bigger God has it for me sent it's fevering stills in you
perhaps and is simply better and to then so we see it all just coming
done like new hoses in shout. Pray it off I understand you completely.
Help me hurt something soon - that's all I'd ask. I didn't hafta care
about nuthin' - never
forget skindome. Leaving, the only tinkle music that ever made me happy
overhears - from "Suspiria" - " lah lah lah lah lah lah lah! lah lah
lah lah lah lah lah! (then to a repeat, it ends some) " Freaks.
Seek Clarity Or So Then Be
Known To It 12/21/04 1708
I put up things like my mother's e-mails to get you 'round the table.
We get to know each other anyway, you could say, and much is left to
their own words. I am the jerk, the errant, the problem. You,
sideswiped. In between bouts of self-hate, I enjoy it some and glory
on. Life is good. What is a star? A major effort made by alot of
people. Beautiful people hurt people bad, and we keep that noise down
by being selective and dutiful. No one walks alone. We keep it down. We
protect the good sense. A star is forever if pleases to be.
With Thanks To Us Too
12/21/04 0044
Thanks to Hewlett Packard for their lunar landscape
postcard on site. We made it together Neil and I.
The Mooveil 12/20/04
1447
I was talking in mind to someone I consider attractive and then the
blatant view of a shopping basket came into view in lifeview and the
two (2) together felt unattractive, unstable to me - much like you may
feel about me - seeing how I do in the world not so sexy anymore but I
digress. I had to cover the feeling up with assurances to myself and
other like they could read my mind a useless plague to me and then get
the fuck out of the said of it. What is this associative digress in
mind also noticed most favorably by me when thinking of a U-Haul cannister in the rear of your
car what also may damage said by model make year? Mind over says it's
the "mooveil" say "moo-veel" - that is French for "moves you on
[past this]" into further thoughts perhaps. The object brought into
mind again seems French (a U-Haul? blacks, and the French "leaving is
never a plus, never sexy") and mind says we ridicule people this way.
The French are noted for always segueing into sex and sex talk so we
stop them temporarily and honor the thought past you. Is knowing this
then working against mind as such and asking for more powers to be in
it? "Not really" it says, "I want you to do better. Talk it out with
others if may." Yeah, and laugh harder. Doug's mere point: The
mind is junky used - don't run so fast, so hard from you and yours and
be nice to people in it. We don't think much about them or in it of.
And then again, some of us get to decide what we release of it and into
this world we say we see.
All Languages All Day
12/20/04 1404
I told roommate Terry again that I was someone special yesterday or so
and to write words from any language on cue cards (with their
answer-definition on the back) and I will decipher them on the spot.
The idea was get them from someone special at work like the one he
offered from teachings in Swahil from someone "annil" (say "ahn-eel")
what means "see you soon" ("hello" is "anter" say "ahn-err"). Then I
got home yesterday and he had "Entr'acte" written down from "It's A
Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World" their intermission card. That means "some of
you will understand while some of you won't [why as we continue here]"
as in French. Yeah - the film really, really is long in degrees pardon
I said.
As Bad As A Drug Habit Trying
to Relive It All 12/19/04 0907
Went to Tower Video last
night to try and rent "Jingle
All The Way" (see a little QuickTime clip at E!
Online if very Three Stooges it was written for this - note all
most
preview-trailer systems are bankrupts these days that's too bad) again
starring Arnold Schwarzenegger, comic "Sinbad"
(son of Shirley "What's Happening!" Hemphill), and that guy from tv's
"Talk Radio" Phil Hartman who really stars. Very funny. That name -
Phil Hartman - I can never remember it (real name is Russell Stout from
Trenton, N.J. - this is the guy who got shot in the head by his wife
while in bed in Liz Fraser's Encino house - he his mind haunts her
still even though she ripped up the floors, walls...back now though and
by me at nineteen [19] years roughly). Give it a try. Last night was
twice in a week now that I made the staff at Tower Video help me look
for the movie because it was simply stolen by some black woman for her
husband mind over says and still shows available in their system. Fix
that please. I still owe Video West thirty bucks ($30.00) on my
membership for two (2) DVD's kept out for about a week on rental and
you know no one cuts Doug Moon a break (Tower did though - thanks).
Anyway, I hate siphoning things out of a tube or local - they get too
important to you or something and then to a letdown it sees. Keep it
light, infrequent. See the movie anyway and then toss it. My movie list
resurfaces here soon. In the meantime, may I suggest "Mr.
Magoo's Christmas Carol"?
I have that here on VHS. Trivia: Total take on this movie with Sinbad?
Forty million ($40,000,000) flat and expensed. To Elton John. "I make
the money here, and pay for losers there. Never rest." Per Dan Moon an
investor with return of thirty-six grand ($36,000) back from fifteen
thousand dollars ($15,000) and with no ties from me I saw it on a plane
traveling home to N.J. - "We take the money and run from this one.
Violent. Humorless." Dan is old school - of "Stonewall" gays. Too
serious all the time a half-black. More on 12/20/04: Tower had a copy
of "Jingle All The Way" for me today DVD so I sit and watch this before
work. And now, still see my rating of MMMMM a great time had by
all. This film is directed in-part and mostly by Neilsy (Brian Levant)
- his first effort - and explains the violence. The child in the film
(Nicholas, son of comic Robin Williams and girlfriend-producer Marcia
Grimes) mentions me as "loser", kind of. Thanks. Rita "wife of Tom
Hanks" Wilson, by the way and very affecting, is just our Olivia
Newton-John in makeup. We love her still. See the film. More 12/28/04:
Someone overheard calls and asks E! not to support my site with the
little clip. Who cares if you are a turd as I try to make people happy
with no mention. You labor against me in specific so what if it all
dies with you? What if I'm a big hit and the movie lasts? So what to
all? Rule: "Little time taken, little money spent." You owe me nothing
still.
Maybe It's Just Me
12/18/04 1944
When I got into work today, I bagged the groceries of these two old
ladies croaming about the Christmas holidays one sighing to another
herself "Who was born?" as querying in fake gesture like no one came
for them at all dignities flared. "Our kids are going to be so
confused." I'm thinking to myself "Is this like, real, or for me and my
benefit?" ("Hello! It's me - I'm here!" like Sylvester of magic pebble
fame in the proverbial rock with his parents dining on top). Guess
again your pantie shields. Never to bargain - now trust that. Now trust
that. "Doug Christ bagged my groceries again" sure a wet meet and greet
for the holiday and all. Last week, some Jewish woman had me all the
way upstairs in her le grand apartment with shopping cart. We walked
there together. The "French" carts lock right up electronically if you
try and remove them from the parking lot. Luckily, I had the remote
device on hand to free us for further use ease.
Noting Of And To Yours A
Vision Of Clarities 12/18/04 1018
From: Geraldine Moon <GMOON@NJHA.com>
Sent: Thursday, December 16, 2004 11:54 AM
To: "Doug Moon" <noomguod@hotmail.com>
Subject: RE: Thank You As Prim
That is wonderful that you are working, that is the best news I could hear. I
plan to send you nutroll, cookies and pork roll on Monday, I have to bake over
the weekend because I had the grandchildren all week since Leslie was on her
honeymoon. I will overnight it along with some Christmas cash. The wedding was
very nice. I felt bad that you weren't there, but it was out of my hands, as are
so many things these days. Is Terry going to Florida for Christmas?
-----Original Message-----
From: Doug Moon [mailto:noomguod@hotmail.com]
Sent: Thursday, December 16, 2004 2:34 PM
To: Geraldine Moon
Subject: Thank You As Prim
Thank you for the coat, decorations, and food items. And Leslie's marriage?
I just started working at a local major supermarket for little money, but
like the atmosphere and mindlessness of it for the holidays. Some change
see.
Doug
Quote My Friend
12/18/04 0943
"You are a psychopath." No one has me yet. You must be to a guess.
The Three Of You Simply
Ruining My Credit With You 12/18/04 0905
No, things couldn't be worse yet - you'll see. In some gay weekly ("In" Magazine Los Angeles) they
have a black-and-white picture of the "national debt clock" looking
somewhat like a bomb detonating in lucrid digits (made with lines -
can't afford to be too bright a LCD yet to be named as blinding rich
suffer here). It goes "OUR NATIONAL DEBT: $7,533,282,361,867....YOUR
FAMILY SHARE $70,353" then goes on to certify itself "THE NATIONAL DEBT
CLOCK" underneath as if you might know. The national "debt" (a debt borrows mind you) hovers
around seven trillion or so (~$7,000,000,000,000) give or take (+/-)
but less (-) usually. We owe ourselves this mostly as old folks and
people you'd likely stimulate toward death and having not. Take some
sometime. As for your "family share" (a family to them is mother,
daughter, sister, brother yet to three [3] up or so - the father works
for us directly here and does not pay off debt - he is paid in-full and
rations or takes all home his taxes are his on-the-road as "it takes
alot to make a man happy") that would be far less. The amount each
non-person (otherwise you) would have to pay is three grand ($3,000)
each and gets it done nicely in two (2) year's time. Like paying off a
house that does not cost you anything per year against paying out (ins
and outs equal pay or not pay to spend each and every year to 'why
bother?' and to do the math inside a year) the government doesn't need
to be paid off either. The national debt - or 'personal loan', really -
circles around each other and has no true meaning like the dollar holds
no true meaning. Why buckle up "against France" if they are already
here spending us in time and effort (food/sex)? Never true. Loans to us
- yours - include T-bills (treasury bills, not available to the public
- banks only or then simply owns one), savings bonds (both named are
investments in paper
maturing with us - proceeds both are used in China and Indonesia,
primarily, to buy up goods - we sell them here at high profits to us
and again - we also build housing for us and abroad and cheat at
skities with high rents), commerce entities (corporate loans to our
government
and functions - they pay people back in dividends and structures to
spend further on us as we build, make for them), and luxury items
(speedboats we build for around
and France are made by the government with loans and we profit as one
too - also Apple Computer, Nestle foods, etc.) Now see that to
rise. Pay nothing yet. A fag knows. Further key: Seventeen million
(17,000,000) taxpayers annually make one billion ($1,000,000,000) in
revenue. How? By product and tax rates to us.
Last Night's Dream - A
Continuing Threat-Sentence 12/18/04 0849
The year is 1976, and there are two (2) pianos on stage. One, a black
one, in the rear is being played by Elton John in costume (what is not
clear), the other out front - color missing - by somebody lesser. A
band mostly dressed in green heavy coats with belts and such in the
middle of the two and as dancing some. The stadium rising and with
lights on during has people walking out continuously although no threat
during "Bennie And The Jets" and maybe "Island Girl" before that too (I
studied his Elton's key-playing during "Jets" to no further notice or
bother). There are green fronds of houseplants everywhere in seats
taken and the message is not 'untaken' there are people as in them and
as behind (unclear). I am seated way up the stage on left if facing.
Someone now says "Wembley" - not clear to me in the dream. It is early
in the year - that is clear - and the performer Elton came up next to
ours seated - more toward the stage but as high up - and tried for
small talk with someone who could not converse lightly - someone trying
to get away about a "drink"? Sad enough and the lesson learned not to
be.
Back From Far-See, A
Christmas
Question Answered 12/15/04 1322
And so they asked tip-wise, "did Pet Shop Boys ever do a Christmas
song?" Pet
Shop Boys "It Doesn't Often Snow At Christmas" MP3 (3.1 Megs) MMMMM. So,
I'm in this grocery store backlot and there are these oversize
Christmas cookies all frosted and mind over goes - "blacks...they have
[some sort of] special flour in the [cookie] mix made with the
ground-up teeth of dead people...they pull them from corpses...."
Apparently, the government tests for them (actually most boiled out of
a jawbone questioned then sent) and asserts the flours. And to me then?
To happy holidays. More? The song is ace to me. Pet Shop Boys
recorded it in 1993 for fans
only and released to their fan club in 1995 with the "Very" LP
outed. Elton John's organisation wouldn't pay for the reorganization of
his song to them (he wrote it in 1976 for a Wembley soccer match...they
played it there and by him - find that, "Pooter"). They, Pet Shop Boys,
paid instead with royals and royals of it. Pray see. Pay to me.
Under The Song Framed So
Gilded So Well 12/15/04 1556
You know, I'm at the laundromat here last week and tried to get pennies
made into a quarter and they said 'no' they woudln't take them these
Mexican ladies from Honduras that barely can speak. Today, they
wouldn't take nickels and dimes and make quarters I shouted out before
going to the grocery store same lot she pointed to make cents change.
These bitches break the law - all pennies and named such are legal tender only for all
debts be it public and private now trying to shame me. "We don't get
paid for that?" This is where business school comes in and you must
leave. Figure out what it takes to meet your demand made sense or get
the fuck out. Count pennies - all of them. The bank does. They have to
and so do you. You make our money worthless and to Hondurans who refuse
us and here and in that language. Be bothered next time lazy fucks.
When I work for what I work for now, you're gonna get off your fucking
ass too.
Now squirms: Dee "Twisted Sister" Snider is the teacher in his videos -
not real. Robert Downey Jr. comments on his self as in glasses as both
on VH-1
- see his look scarred ever since "Weird Science". Not
bad in "Less
Than Zero" the elevator at the Four Seasons
seen yesterday on tv Bravo! but
a bit. Now's the time for both sent. See Neil in make-up as sister of
"Alyson"
all to the tooth big head. Know that SNL comic Will Ferrell was Cha-Ka
on Sid & Marty Krofft's "Land Of The Lost". You'd love to watch tv
with me maybe sometime.
Mere Gases Escaping
12/14/04 1400
"He hates personal empowerment [like, in women and with their
vaginas]." You are the fool's fool - one does the yardwork, the other
says how it looks both ways. If anyone cared or you mattered at all to
a life and in the way, you'd be ground up for humpmeat and stuffed in
the back of an ass wagon to beat hind. You are that because no cared of
it less. One day, on any or just another day, you the bad joke and take
it to tips. A fur meat is such then dinner.
Remember To Me This And Be
Mine Evil 12/14/04 1350
Never forget to me and oh! of white wand. Always some idiot seemingly
empowered by your prattled 'good' yet seem drawn over practical
realities and may to afoot. We challenge, fight this our only offer
samed to, and as too with our, so and finally dispatch the black
furring with all might drained down over you one question recite - a
shaft of wretch in crudeform linens. Once dead, I'll resuscitate it
simply as stupid as were for the next task called to mask it in for
friendly unbroken. Trash you again. No one gets lit up over a person
entombed by shit's dump no matter how crooked the wand. Raise me the
demon haunt I'll kingdom you flesh so it be sent. The most meaningful
tights so smallen but knowing one day you'll be forced to explain and
I'll camera the lights to each one you knew it by. All at once it will
whooosh! you'd say no room for you yet moves past.
More Answers To Questions
You'd Wanna Ask 12/13/04 1258
Circle, outline what gets through now questions to answer then this:
You want to freeze a human body solid to cap? Salines in the body
prevent this they as don't freeze well - removes mostly by pubes other
hair warrants (nothing is extra or founded and we mean it - trust that,
E.T.) Put Vaseline (as Kleenex to tissue) on the back of arms and
front of legs to remove resident heats kept by. Chills simply in half
to a third better. Bad breath made by spirit gums? I hate the unseen
making me stink too, but then again a justice prevails you too. Thank
everyone first, then say away. Thanks again, Bitch, but see no need
your hair so fuller than mine but sent me times over taken. Who'd have
thought you? Comb back the problem by placing a nickel in the ear for
five (5) minutes works one (1) day like most of my tricks to a) big
dumb doing b) unkind c) unconcerned d) by incident and you. A leather
camphor for tampons is what we take home against 'is this what I want
to think about a gain and a gain?' If only I could enter the cryptums
of mind and change our sex and make it for the bother. Without being
reminded to, that is. No matter what - you try and remember your name
every day while I speak and spell this for you read my mind. By the
way, stink is just a pattern floating - ruin it simply no spraying gets
so confused looking to know. Meanwhile, I have magic pennies changing
the sex of unwilling to counterstink and or making people be bothered
with you and my God or then both. No two alike. Take simply, touch to
sweeten.
Never To Trust You Died
12/13/04 1147
Just got the new Madonna CD from BMG today lick titty split and more
food from
the Omaha Steaks people
-
lobster tails, beef tips (um, beef tenderloin
steaks you say "filet mignon"), potato boats (stuffed baked potatoes),
other stuff
(stir-fry vegetables, "shrimp del rey" shrimp stuffed with crabmeat, a
"Carnegie Deli" cheesecake....) you'd enjoy except for the fact that I
got it. Even though I don't like
getting stuff with my name on it and from my mother another toothcake
made especially for
me but you'd like it just as much as yours had I not served it as mine
first or then back to you since last. A homily, a humbling of sorts (I
still buy Altoids to accept and denote you....my mind shows black women
in the Sudan mashing and spitting in bowls to moisten - ho ho! you
aren't that black to me yet and thanks you). I
like getting foodstuffs unexpectedly like that - do you? Sometimes it's
better to ask the person offering to and bothering you if they'd like
some of the dish you prepared or if they had a good day in hell's
gnosis like you actually cringed. Get it over with a fast lane to
caring and sharing then script the heartworming to yourself. A dumb
motherfucker works against every merciful, and I offer it at non-honest
per box for each carton of naked or else nude (seeks else, ask of you
to end how - if this equals nozzle then maybe again or eventually you,
a small lie). So, how was your day? I spent alot of mine listening to a
bewart olf'd of women (that dumb motherfucker at x-price, cast-wrapped
for last trash legend hazzle a bio-turd) whacked out on baked beans and
cialis flick around scabs to get at tuna boogers while melding herself
into a peerless kinnle-vulcan under a bustling carriage-leather
fumehood. The lies I weave in a welcome can't make up for the hate I
feel toward remote-part speakings, attempts woman idiot but never will
help some see. One day you'll sit on your own face to taste my
skin-hamper of cancers as they unwind a cash fever of tampons into what
salts a living sea with enough velamints to counter a third barge of
horned dog shit ass-mixed with pugged rice and harsher liquids stilled
of
'lube-leather' Dawn. I can't offer you anything more you're just too
smart and see my ways and oh "little things...."
Note: I hear you out there latent homosexual (conventionally, has
feelings for but does not act upon them...mind over says "speaks [of],
but does not listen to speakings [of]" the difference being no acting
upon - ever - to be expected of here) - it's no secret that you
are pathetic, weak - looking to furnish your topaz with unseemly acts
of valor against faggots like me and in defense of women assisting with
your losing hair and if everyone you'd want. Be a man, Queer (a
pantsuits type in soft lapels, fears disapproval, having to risk tell
at ask) - they want me sexually but I defer to straight men who can
stand in for the conversation but a minute longer than it takes to
succumb to the stink and ensuant bother while they work on being me as
god to you. In exchange, they look better standing naked at the sink
while you borrow all money from me to pay for that kind of marriage
in-kind and of faith. It's must be love, Bitch - keep saying it that
way and we'll continue to fuck your children together and as equals per
pay per view. A man cares about the whole world of it and well. A woman
just wants to climb the corporate ladder to only curl right up next to
some man and sample fucking. You can do that in the lobby while she
explores your jealous reaction to her nascent lesbianisms if the
receptionist doesn't send her raging, recalculating by being a bit
pretty and thus fashioned to conscious being. See it with me somehow.
Back to the meat on 12/28/04: I ate that stuff my Christmas dinner upon
receipt basically all was good after working it hard but plainly
served. One item of note, however: I scraped all the meat out of the
thawed lobster tails sent and made a stir-fry with what ventings they
sent as such. It was perfect, Darling. I liked it alot and we even
fought over any food remaining finally it was that good I wanted more.
I usually don't order a lobster tail as not a favorite ever but may I
then. Shrimp, crab. Crab.
More To It 12/10/04
2010
Just finished half a Trader Joe's
chicken pot pie with my roommate (price at $3.29 - so chunky,
one-half is all you may need also). Last week as I shopped, I noticed
not a one in the freezer section and the girl serving dinner at weights
(samples) said they pulled them all up for one reason or another. I
joked after consult with the above that someone in North Hollywood was
serving them for dinner in their sideways restaurant (no baking by
them) and TJ's was trying to trip them up likewise. It was simply her
involved too. These pot pies are just that good, however, even as
microrave. The potato inside is a bit hard, but well worth and
flavorful. So meaty the foul - check them out the turkey variety too.
Nothing gets by me. Tonight I sampled a hardwheat cracker with salami
and just a bit of rump cheese with a sparkling apple cider. The goat
cheese pizza with black olives (mine always picked off thanks, no) is a
goodness too. To mere thoughts of it. Cherry juice fruit floes
(popsicles) too a favorite.
From The Message Board I
Cover To You Too 12/10/04 1854
Mochee telepathed me
at Target West Hollywood last
night as I was eating my personal pizza
(pepperoni - shared but one slice with other) from Pizza Hut Express.
Mochee said he was working 'upstairs', but I had to get new pants for
my little job (Merona, black....a little over thirteen dollars
[>$13.00....$13.98] so,
two pair!) and hop then over the 99¢
Only Store. My mother sent me my
winter coat today (my long camel hair drawn in the back, J.C. Penney les
Stafford) and one of my favorite X-mas decorations like she died (see
Tommy from "Eight Is Enough" that book he found from Diana Hyland who
died "dear tommy punch jaw left") - that reindeer with sleigh, white
gesso on ceramic, a leg broken but now glued and okay. Nothing gets by
unused from USPS UPS - now see. More: My mother's all
"why'd you have say that [about the decoration breaking]?" Various
truth problems may lead to having no "couth" or "care for other people
in any way" - that's French and a true double negative - study it (the
form is the appositive). I glued the thing back together with Elmer's 'schoolhouse' glue and now
you'd be hard-pressed to tell me how it broke. Trust that. These people
- I couldn't buy them anything precious from Pottery Barn (e.g., the teapot
made out of vegetables with a carrot for a handle, that plum pitcher)
without someone dropping it on the floor. Trust that too.
The Gift You Don't Give
12/09/04 0922
"You are here to suffer for us." A patron says that. I am here to help
you alleviate and understand yours suffering - not to propose mine. I
don't suffer for anyone and would try you over it. My life simply does
not speak to this. In the meantime, I'm going to work close-by and in
walking distance for some important positive forward and don't mind the
social outlet at all I'll do my best (someone says it's all still a
'polly holliday' - yes, I can see that too). Just know no one has done
anything for me yet. Is that what you wanted? Me too. Remember, you
have serious problems in this. You do - trust that. Everyone sits
around around hoping I'd call to ask. Not unless against my will - you
know - your way. Don't wait too long and I'd only return all to fits
anyway. "We're trying to help you glory it." You? A pure crap. I don't
need your help considering you refuse all that I offer to date in some
sad attempt to context it all. Stay down. Stay out. Be that there - not
here. Madonna says "that's what I'd say too [if she could and how], but
you're a vagabond
["not working" - right - 'but' I add 'is sure staying' - right? hobo
the homeward bound]". That's you and yours still trying to, still
having me kinda but another snake, another sewerbite away. Sad clowns
everywhere no one wants to watch the "performance" for more than it
takes to leave you. Did you know that "sewer" comes from the French
"seaward"? There ya go, Madonna my mother's friend. "You don't type
well, but you'll get it done, huh." Bitch, I couldn't come up with the
lyrics to Curve's song "Habit" yesterday because we "don't rob people's
castles" it said. I'll kill you over that and ostensibly (means "even
though you argue") because I don't "do the song" (we mimic and propose
ourselves instead). Here's some to prove me " there's too much | to think about |
so far
to go | she'll need that | twist when she gets to the
crossroads | 'cause there's too much | to learn about | in so little
time | she'll deal that | card when she gets to see the stars shine |
(boy will they shine) | she'll be a habit for the rest of life | and
just to have you i will be a slave | she'll be a habit for the rest of life
| and just to have you i will be a slave | it's so hard | it's so good
| 'cause life don't plan | but it's too soon | to know how the story
ended..."
More later and as if. I know you liked that yesterday it was simply an
artistry that led us to wrong. Of course, I wrote this song about being
out with "Tina Louise" - aka "Chrissy" - she'll be a habit for the rest
of life. Know it no matter how short to be I sing. And I repeat Curve
"Habit" MP3 (3.8 Megs) from the "Coming Up Roses" CD Single 1 (now
as corrected - those are phones dialing in France and then slowed down
Curve are famous for white noise - they are a plague, really).
Minus Five Hundred Fourteen
Dollars Still 12/08/04 XXXX
Glad I'm getting a little job soon my account balance still reigns at
above - thanks to all. Today, I was taking a nap and someone held my
hand as if through a wall - for minutes it seemed (claim Neil, but see
who lives on unaffected) as my hand jutted off the bed (earlier than
that today and in my ear, male "the dead don't want you here" - fuck
off and die again but twice). That was fun. In this morning's dream
(but realer than yours), I was in a hospital setting - working - and
was asked to accept skinless and headless blacks walking around tables
and in a circle. Jarred slightly but functioning near, the one without
a head and leading seemed to have no true capital (head) but was
getting along with ghost machining walking on two (2) stumps seen at
the ankle and then seeing all perfectly. I noticed surmised they were
blacks (all in hospital gowns) because one's outstretched wrist was
about to be opened up with a hack saw (burn victims indeed). God says
you can live up to six (6) hours without skin, possibly more with
petroleum jelly all over and may heal. Blacks did this often I'd say.
Twelve (12) years ago and a morgond (ghost figure) leading the way.
P.S. I'd still kill you all and to the underworld. May to you cancer
still. Liz - a troll - our word in West Hollywood for an aging male
homosexual - thinks to me and just now "Well, you're getting into
trouble then." Stupid bitch - don't you get enough shit to eat in this
life? Neil goes "She does it in friendship..." I'm surrounded by haunts
and moaners with nothing of it to eat. Note I try to kill everything I
hear adverse by switching its flip - at least for three (3) hours or so
wake up on the floor blanched while of course preserving this house and
of course.
"I Got Put To Death Too Often
Being Dumb For You So News Changed" 12/06/04 2028
Did you see that guy on "Larry King
Live" last night - no arms or legs but
very fucking handsome? You'd fuck him too? I love that plate served up
so beguiling (calling to a friend) but still a torture I'm sure nothing
congenital looks like that human done trains in Brazil, France, other
fuck-ups, electrocutions, stammers (bones crushed - like his a farming
accident not said well a 'bailer' again woke up new with it - Larry
King's son himself Martin....Martin King). Very nice looking (stares at
the tv like it's talking to me = rude), but bitten to the death (all
those childhood stories with stumps and teenage life are pure crap -
live as the dead live - near home). We'll see it to you soon enough
within six (6) weeks a dream a hairdryer like motion out. Stay clean,
near. Nothing fails you yet. A quote "I've been here for three hundred
fifty-four years [like this]. A friend fallen." St. Patrick (a
Hollywood playboy-type working for flat-out cunts just moving on from
it dying again - see a snake or too read it and read well) again? I
hate her. But back to, (I use the veldt?) King supposedly lived in this
house here once with Neil some. More 12/07/04: "We like respects." Me
too. Here's the transcript from the show as Kyle
Maynard ("a friend who died"). See it too.
Oh, Sure - More Stories To
Tell Then Nothing Known 12/06/04 1849
I tell you every story I hear in the head - some wait for buttering up,
so to speak. My grandfather used to drive a white van around recording
women singing if privately, and then discreetly while they waned
to him in romance woes. The police once stopped him and asked him not
to do for deserting others and making them feel like we have enemies
among us. I agree to certain always picking and choosing our 'best
left'
while seemingly asked to stay, but that's no help. Saying 'never do or
have' to people leads to another story told by my washer in the
basement. My mind (much like the evil emperor of "Star Wars" fame - all
but a hologram not really) asks me over and over again in
tutelage-speak "how best to
get rid
of a human body?" as I motion forth with idea and plague for it all
over the world begging. Well, it seems the washer consults with others
lately
(I suggested the dryer to flakes often, drain opener poured in your
sears a tub powered by a car battery plus one volt on lowered rack).
Who am I?
Your friend while the damage is done. Neil and father (simply known to
me as
"Moons" as if by any other name) had an argument or delay with what
remained
of C&C Music Factory. Both Clivilles[e] and James - or whatever the
mate - met their fate
one day in a speak-easy bar in northeastern Nebraska - 'two for one'
threats no
bother. People love traveling with Neilsy and to work things out money
delays stuff + fights + bother. Two bumps to the button later as
delivered
by the father who dies often enough, and we have our protagonists
sawing up fingers with reciprocating saws at wrapped in plastic but
duct tape and then a severed head at the eyes going through two cycles
done yonder (ammonia apparently makes the difference in colorfastness
tee hee - a fucking nightmare of eyes seen never by me but see
"teeth....hair" remain but in the drum after spin cycle). Yours? This
stuff is
apparently bothersome, but know fights get awfully ugly to us you.
What? Now hear of someone was crying badly sweetly at this handling and
being told "see? this is what happens sometimes" by Neil? Hurting
people delivers this NWO (no way out) and then you go and make matters
worse by educating dead people who, like blacks, have nothing better to
do than sit around washing the clothes go by but being comforted by the
thought of having been so rudely done and then so well and to by you.
The C&C people
now as paid in-full kinda went on to a best seller album-wise. Why not
wait for
better heard? See it for better they're back now and hassle no one.
Thanks again. Thank a Moon - there it is. Moons again thinking about
you. The washer works well thanks for asking. A Kenmore (as if by
artist "Kenny Morrland" aka Cathy Reice, President Nixon's daughter
Susan).
Once There Was Only Tidy Cat
12/05/04 2116
Madonna's been up to her tricks again - I saw "Tidy Cat" is now "Tidy
Cats" like there are two of them shitting in one discreet (she was
blamed in-name at market to me - a "big bag" she says - oh - then she
was told of "change everything at least twice" thus to see better of it
and again - never trust anyone like that rules are dumb "what's
happening here and specifically?" is truth....think ask then ploy or
play around it pays richly then "someone bought it it makes it mine
again somehow" all yours if your not careful what's an extra bag
around? truth it? truth). Times is
tough having to share a clump of grampy sholb only to find simms casped
of an intruder the lightest detect sombs to caution my snake ever
indignant laying some bird's eggs like the mother mourned it a gun. A
snake laying eggs? No that is somehow elegant. Turtles lay 'em - I've
busted some of those eggs up after a snapping turtle hid 'em but a
snake? No. Try burying a mouse trap in kitty litter for laughs. I was
gonna scare those Vegas cats shitless with fur de [la]lance (for the
French "finds it way [in yours a home]" - made for tigers and if lions
don't eat them first - tiger bites youngsters for being hungry Abraham
made them fierce and protective nonetheless a bite then a shoal dying
ember or care not from you but wander off and then a guard sort of -
see the snake featured in ABC's 'Wide'
World Of Discovery: "Realm Of The
Serpent" see also Amazon
to sale - news on this one is scarce as not local but fierce)
them snakes
popped right out of the delicates washer when I opened it for them.
Ever hear a bleached-out gay tiger scream? Now that's funny on film so
sue me. P.S. Liz Fraser said she kept these snakes - a France thing - a
poison to guests and in their minds. A "small one" kept but (more like
"three feet" and vicious to the touch, I'd say) bit her arm one day and
wouldn't come off ("it just closed its eyes" as coiled around her arm
and simply wouldn't off - they "know" as then with you "know" they are
going to die and do that to resist the plague of you they are not
living-real ever but automatons or robots sensing at your price to be
paid by you I make 'em to order and literally run from if bite colors
by wavelength you blue or red switches thrown by you in lit areas only
thanks). They drove her to the hospital, sawed the head of the snake
off "with pliers" and she died momentarily of complications for it a
heart attack but not quite to the oro-fridge my call for death the ol'
needle in the eye. Remember, snakes guard territories and kill
everything dead for being there while you rest. Like a scorpion, just a
pile of cat turds near a fruiting of some sort that lives you but
another day then surprise! Nothing's free here - not even leaves as
intended they change to match fall colors if you. More madness and the
tidy cat from 12/07/04: Liz tells me that no one needs this story, "but
yes they had that thing here and it bit me hard. Neil and I lived
together with Madonna in an artist commune in France central [editor's
note: this is Zimbabwe, Zaire actually in Africa continent, thank you -
no - 'the army' does this with them and gets them there to said at the
water cooler it's casual, cool side of mention] and they bit my hand
with that once, twice, three times to make us unwary or something
funny. They are retards - end me here." She had that thing bite her and
stay and it left briefly to return to her heroin visits with them. Neil
bit the snake in two at the neck because it was crying her - him
drugged up too ("I had to get shots for that - three of them...." Pat
Benatar, also there at the time, threatened them over it and said "he
was laughing at the idea of getting bit and got bit himself one day and
cried over it real bad - a sucker, a loser really - a joke to know is
he" [editor's note: see "jackass" but loveable, you always then in
danger] - my brother Scott is-was this too always reaching for things
in the water behind Neil's old house in Allentown two doors down - a
deadly fright to me they put colored bands in there and threw me in "he
kinda fell in" to my father). Anyway, the body missing now the snake
not identified by the ropes of design on the bottom. They guessed when
they had it - a baby, really, nine (9) weeks old. Fur de lance is
spelled this way and said this way - not a local, not seen by you to
discourage your input of that particular snake. It is a dog to people -
they hate it. It keeps France - its only locale, period - free from
tigers what eat kids whole. A greater function of lesser people is
said. Anyway, they tried soaking the head off her wrist with salts in
water for two (2) days and also tried burning it twice to no avail (she
cried at any attempt and begged off on authorities getting involved
what would "shoot you first"). She was no one but a music-person pest
then (1986) and paid dearly for being so stupid. The hospital came to
her and butchered her getting it off her skin three (3) days later as
paid for by Madonna in private it the head wrapped in gauze and tin
foil to disguise it "for dinner". Have a day with that. She died
temporarily 'the dead' decide you that. Three (3) hours as "declared".
Die that - "needle in the eye and everything." Personally, I fucked
with a gardner snake on top of someone's jungle gym but one door down
when I was an early teen. I had that early-age bitch painted blue to
see it while in the grass scurrying from additional torments I'd do it
down finally one day. That bitch bit me on the hand at earliest caution
of may and that was my fright to end all be less for it. If not ground
up for farmer's soil as writhing and nitrogen-rich or bitten to
bird-hawk (both to most this way), these motherfuckers grow on to
become the much-feared water moccasin of "common watersnake" fame
(these hidden to hide you). Slender, black, and quite ugly and so left
for my brothers to know of it better. End this to me. Be careful
then.
By Request, Albums I Won At
The Shore And Drove People Crazy With Playing It At Their House
12/02/04 2045
I was telling people in my head you could only get Elton John's
"Friends" (I basically hate anything with that word in it) and with
featuring "Lady Samantha" down at the shore (New Jersey
state owns it apparently over a car crash or sumpin' - "they do
own it - they paid to have it made then took all") and I ridiculed
Chris Ondy's sister for quoting that song "Friends" in her yearbook
1980 "i hope the day will be a lighter highway and all" with pictures
of him about in various states of repose ("not needing to" - he is
pretty yet....a balding Ondy still may star). Albums I won at the
shore: Paul MCartney, Wings "Back To The Egg" (for "Getting Closer" of
course arrow through me) + Queen
"Live Killers" (for simply "Killer
Queen" note a double record as two [2] wins - see they all concerned
they'd stay on stage during the opening plagues of "Bohemian Rhapsody"
- "hear it here and on tape" they'd say: sound + vision please, and no
more we hate live mostly as watered down effort, shilo, gliss - yours
stacked) maybe one or two others.
Tried to get Joan Jett And The Blackhearts "Bad Reputation" too to no
avail (yes, it was the title cut that drew me, but "Do You Wanna
Touch
Me (Oh Yeah)" MP3 (3.4 Megs) that did me up the ass and just now).
It's the little
things you don't get that matter still Joan Jett
and all.
As Overhead As Learned
12/02/04 1850
As seen on "Will
And Grace" - "Can't a fellow make another fellow a little meal?"
What is a "fellow" anyway with all things being distinct? A "false
friend" as from the French "fellow" and then "fallow" English or
"falling short to me". Read the small print then, Fellow. An
"associate" (French for "assos" say "ace-ose" or "making more of less")
simply "gathers with us to make amends" only. A student or caretaker of
the sick no pay. An associate takes
your place. An "affiliate" (German "affils" say "ay-feels" for
"reaches beyond knowing how") or then "uses our books" to make payments
happen abroad or to some others.
Like Being In Seventh Heaven
12/02/04 1111
The number one song ever? Stevie Nicks "Edge Of Seventeen" says mind
over and I think 'yes' a correct shoo-in of it. My list is not a
greatest hits function per se, but what I think you shouldn't miss of
those having missed. What I paid for and as excluded maybe. We all had
this one it seems 1981 a gilded summer and I in my new car (Datsun
210, silver/black hatchback no) driving to this also with "Pretenders
II" (um, "The
Adultress" MP3 (4.5 Megs) to sample it all down the
lyric now sing along). Others missed by?
Elvis Presley "Jailhouse Rock" - seminal. Led Zeppelin "Whole Lotta
Love". Rolling Stones "Jumpin' Jack Flash". Maybe more on appeal. What
#2 and by God? Queen "Killer Queen". I'd add Elton John and Kiki (the
voice of Xenon
"oh, oh-oh") Dee "Don't
Go Breaking My Heart". Kinks "Lola". My father goes "You're poor -
don't talk to people." And wouldn't you love that. Nobody's poorer than
Rolling Stone and asking if will. Than you. " father christmas | give us some
money
| don't mess around with those | silly toys...." Boston "More
Than A Feeling" mind over says is #13 to it. I argue not. The Knack "My
Sharona". The Beatles "Please Please Me" mind says is #12. Is "My
Sharona" #11? Somehow it is.
More and note: Toni Tennille (of Captain & Tennille, yes no) is the
voice on tape singing "Don't Go Breaking My
Heart" with bits of Olivia Newton-John in background. Lori Ciani plays
in the video
(uniquely shot for "Wonderama" - a NYC children's show I vowed the day
would never see but made this happen alone it said) and
stars in the documentary seen (she is Elton John's oldest sister by
another marriage of the mother's a half-sister - dead now, plane
crash). The
German linguis in the video shown and in bits taken: "No one is this
great and
we have this. If you like pinball machines, you will love this one now
making headlines across Germany and bits of England [break]. This is
Lucia Ciani. She makes greatness in us every day by being her and with
us too. If you knew Ciani, you knew us. We make music synthesize within
us,
and in this regard, we make music on synthesizers, [clockwheels],
computers, recorders. This
is what we hear best. Never get confused by mercenary tactic. We are
one here and making one is never easy to be with us." No more, and no I
asked no one German or Austrian I do it on the fly and by myself no
lexicon I am magical and quite right only. Challenge me first then who
wins here against me anyway? You die cite divine right-of-way and make
it in yours too. I was in a rush to get to work earlier only - don't be
so easily disappointed with those who would fake me to it or try and
understand for it. Oh, I get mad too when things aren't clearly labled
or uniquely understandable - you know - your work here. I was thinking
earlier I'd like to send magical protoplasmic flowerpots perhaps with
paperwhites as gifts reshaping and knowing for you (a gift giving to
myself, actually). I've been cheated by your outlook on things. We'll
pay you later....
You Have My List Agolden Now
May Other Present 12/01/04 1921
It seems Rolling Stone has
their own thoughts on music with a list of five hundred (500) songs "of
all time" or so - saw it earlier this evening at the newsstand Book Soup (gift idea? dig their
Frida Kahlo monster calendar). You have my notes already. Shop
around. Compare. Get this - they think Bob Dylan is like, #1 ever with
"Like A Rolling Stone" no. He owns the publication obviously (almost
two-tenths and then to namesake we see). Oh well, we support culture or
then cultivating for better as it were. Hoping for better soon. A very
soon. Well, they have the B-52's "Rock Lobster" on there #146....OK!
How many matches to date bar none? Approximately forty (40) adds theirs
some.
So, You Think You're In Hell
12/01/04 1356
Think you're good at doing the math? How many people were there then
seated in back of Evil Knievel on a wide shelf-seat when he jumped
Snake River (Canyon, Colorado) for the very last time in 1976? In my
view-vision days ago a good joke from the above, I saw about twenty
(20) or so looking like pegs or just like the Fisher-Price "play
family" seated and yes, just behind and excited about their trip down
home ("my family that got me to go" he says of others noted and not
very accurate a woman from Des Moines who writes him letters in Hell -
"just do it" she says). I tell people little about Hell as flavor-aid,
but know you power much of it being just that dumb and here with it in
me thinking it all over. But like Heaven, I can't be bothered with
what's marvels away. Evil Knievel (and "family") was dead at
fifty-three (53) then.
Not Just Yet You Wait A
Powers Over Mind And Body 12/01/04 1039
When will you learn? In the meantime, get Switchfoot "I Dare You To Move"
from the Lime gets you heard. Rufus
Wainwright is so weird like a woman, but he sings this and finally we
can join as one (the song is from the "Learning To Breathe" LP theirs
and the "A Walk To
Remember" soundtrack that movie with Peter Coyote's kid Shane
West). Keep the other culture afoot please however needs to be signed
for good stuff apparently. Maybe later you see here MP3 (5.6 Megs).
The Wind And Cold Blow You
Back To November 2004 If Will If Known
Oh, enough of the small talk
already I went and applied for another boxboy job at a local
supermarket they wanna test me for drugs for under seven dollars
(<$7.00) an hour fine and little for positive
forward will do now nobody pays nobody plays they all just opt out and
here I still sit losing hair and a bag of it so what everyday is like
God's hell where I don't pay or play my phone disconnected shove it up
your ass anyway tomorrow another check to it. Oh, I used to cut down
Christmas trees myself in Allentown, New Jersey at a place called
Mount's Farm probably still there Neil helped us once they own it
still.
Jerks to die soon. Now, go to Home Depot still having the nicest
douglas firs and
very cheap like me still cheap and cheating at it. More and to
"beautiful stranger": I just threw your fucking cellphone all over the
street at the payment center near McDonald's. A real shit-fit. They
don't take checks anymore it seemed mine out-of-state and for only one
hundred nine dollars fifty-nine cents ($109.59) but two (2) month's
worth. You'll never see that one hundred seventy-five dollar ($175.00)
fee for less than two (2) years paid or any else from me trust that not
from what I work for not from what I hold. No one needs your phones
like no one needs me. I'm gonna pull apart your systems AT&T
Cingular too and work-out the two (2) people I talked to on the phone
making no arrangements happen never
will I be you what you are now face that. Pay less.
