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Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Monday, August 04, 2008

  • If this makes sense, so help me god, I will learn to breath water

    My headphones!

    I love my headphones!

    They are so great,

    and they don't stink like 350 year old pussy.

    What?
    That does not make any sense.
    Yes it does.
    It certainly does.

    So those headphones.

    They are so great.

    I love them to death!

    They help me look at women without

    thinking about their minds at all.

    Why?

    Because of the headphones!

    Headphones are so awesome!

    You can hook them up to an amp!
    And the amp destroys the sounds
    till all you get are radio signals
    from the local stations
    that never cease to harass you
    until you give up and tune them out!

    Tune them out?!?

    NO WAY MON FRERE!
    (that's spelled wrong!  kekekeke!)




    I remember once when a friend of mine gave me a copy of a DVD which he purportedly believed would cure all issues of instances when history faced the future (or the present) in the mind of the viewer who believed whenever it came upon him/her to confront the facts dictated by the populace at hand--and not the distortion provided in the pages inbetween hardcovers--or a pa-per-back!

    Think this is right, eh?

    Eh?

    Well here it goes,

    MON FRERE!










    Who took my last cigarette?


Tuesday, July 08, 2008

  • Let me count the ways...

    It had occurred to a previous entity of mine that there could be no other way of diversifying his attitudes on the subject of melancholy and infinite sadness without the coping strategies of secularized music. 

    Let me rephrase that.

    It had occurred to a previous entity of mine that there could be no other way of multiplying his personalities on the different modes of today or cherubic rock without the strategies that coped with developing secular music.

    Let me rephrase that.

    It had followed the occurrence with a previous entity of mine that there is no other way, there is no other way, to divide his perceptions into personalities  in the journey of zero magnitude of amplification in musically burned masses.

    Let me rephrase that.

    It had occurred to a previous entity of mine that there could be no other way of multiplying his personalities on the different modes of today or cherubic rock without the strategies that coped with developing secular music.

    Let me rephrase that.

    It had occurred to a previous entity of mine that there is only a million forced songs working their way into the personalities of divined entities that raged across the Pacific when the Atlantic was still under the influence of mermen.

    Let Me rEphr@$3 +H@t.

    Eet h@D 0ccuRr3d 2 @ pR3V!0u$ 3n+!ty 0f m!n3 d@+ tH3r# i$ 0nLy A m!lLi0n $onG$ w0Rk!nG d3r3 wh3y !n2 d@ p3r$0n@l!+i3$ 0F dIV!n3d 3n+iT!3$ dh@+ R@g3d @cr0$$ d@ P@c!f!C wH3n d@ AtL@n+!c w@$ $+iLL uNd3R d@ !nFLu3nc3 0F M3Rm3n!!!!!





    sh-Bong!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

  • stood outside and walked around tonight.

    no!

    not tonight!

    yesterday to make the matters right.

    it was so out of the ordinary that instead of finishing

    what i wanted to do

    i completed something else.

    completed what you ask?

    i don't know.

    why don't you ask God.




    he said, shame on you.

  • when the sun comes up in a few hours

    there will be shining rays throughout the long summer day.

    it wasn't supposed to begin this way

    but somehow it had to work out like this.

    keep reading on and give input into this

    because forever it will last and it is this

    that it won't be until the last days of summer that this

    is all that it is

    this.

    this.

    this.


    this.




    this.





    ...this?