(Use other side if necessary)
I am my own best invisable friend.
I'm sorry, most of my rants are spent on live journal/xenga/myspace... but if you feel neglected, you may feel free to check them out... myspace.com/galenalda
see other side
the collective anesthetixation of our subcultures freely lends itself, with option to buy, to comparison to the aboriginal tribes of the bahamas. what really do we, as artists and drug dealers, have to offer a society already numbed by the mental juxtaposition of liberty and security? nothing is the obvious answer. kind of fishy isnt it?
i don't need no fancy pants. coffee's fine.
(i wrote it on the other side. just flip this text-box over to
read it.)
Silence is an option
I never use the 'other side' things are creepy over there, I prefer to use margins then write over what I've already written.
I cant focus i cannot figure this i think its hopeless/ medicine man fill my prescription gimme a stronger dosage/ i went to the reverend's spot, he talked to me bout God/ but the praying did not stop something from makin me feel odd/ A black heart, that gets off, on smellin corpses rot/ aint enough room in my backyard for another burial plot/ love doom, im keepin candles lit black voodoo in my bedroom/i tape record the face of death feelings of evil got me consumed/ Satan sings a lullabye in my ear, every night/ of eternal suffer & sin, and a muthafuckin fright it goes/ kiezer sose' bring the souls/ bring me babies and women and animals/ my victory over the almighty is very vital/ cuttin incisions in they forheads, and burning Bibles/ and im snappin, and body snatchin/ Demon reaction/ See the 7th sign, on judgement day i wonder whats gon' happen/
Try damn magic beans.
when you reach the top stay there ,it's beter on top
my father went up a mountain and never came down. i walked circles around the mountain until the mountain was a hole. i walked circles around the mountain untill the mountain fell through the earth. it is easier to climb a waterfall than read Patterson from end to beginning. (otherside) this world is an exit nearly imperceptible or this world is many sensual entrances. soon i will leave you - mounting an allosaurus, i will challenge the devil a test of arms - and not return... the sky has grown dark in her eyes
No S**t Sherlock
Who Gives A Flyin F**k
and one stumbles here and there, trips and falls, the pain of getting up, each and every motion so natural yet so nostalgic of the past immortality we experienced alone, together.
silence that slaughters without mercy and addictive as junk
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I feel somewhat obligated to type something here. I wonder if this is one of those websites that has actually been down for a long time now, but the internet has not noticed it missing yet, so hapless individuals contact the site host and never get feedback. These come away with a feeling that "those website people must have thought I was annoying," or "a poseur," or worse. Just forget it.
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we care because we die, if our life had no end we wouldn't care about others or us. We're mining the hell out of us to give some life advice to the yougner one. it is also because we are scared to die that we're trying to leave a part of ourself on the earth in any form possible. The thought of us being still here when we are no more must be reassuring.
Cheerleading is a sport. no matter how you look at it it is. You practice, condition, and compete; just like any other sport. so why question the FACT?! oh, and your site is completely biased. but of course you know that.
I feel no need to rant. Why rant? What is the purpose? I know my mind, you can guess at mine. Why you want to is beyond me. Do you fear you own thoughts? Probably, but, we all do. See, society is build on fear. Proved earlier Paranoia thought correct. Yay, must do a little dance. Shit, i've rambled when I said I wouldn't! We'll a random thought then, I suppose I can permit you one of those. Have you seen the Marvellous Breadfish? If not, see them. Go to my band's site www.requiem.uk.tc. I don't know why I want you to, I just feel obliged to make conversation, even if it is to myself. Anyway, must dash, well, not really, I'll stay here, what I meant was, i've typed enough and I fear i'm straying into the incoherent etc.
thank you for giving me a five minute illusion that something, anything, anywhere, for just five minutes had ANY quality, content, intellect, humor, realism, and or
jolly good funs.
today i went through my family safe (im at home for the holidays) and found a letter from my grandmother to my father written for the event of her death. she described herself as only entering the next room of the same house, a concept i used in a short story i wrote about her last year, almost word for word.
i don't know what's all of this about...i don't think i wanna know..but certainly i did smth wrong...my life
uh, Hail ERIS! All Hail DISCORDIA!!
and all that death-jazz
I think i'll go to dinner now.
Isn't it nice. Sugar and Spice.
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice.
Until society gets rid of its Christian traditions and buries them, utopia will always be one where nobody human can enter.
Ha, so here is the deal with chromosomal triages. Thanks
i hate this fucken crazy world of low life drug addicts.
fuck you, asshole
he played the game of fisticuffs
he played the game of might
but no one knew the men who came
and took his life that night
Jammmti backwords
Child of morning
Rosy fingered dawn
Fly forward
In this course of time
remind me of mine journey
Complete
Return to me
And taste the gleam of gold & amber
And to my ears repeat
Drop the anchor and find
The subtle grind
Release me mine mind in
infinite splendour
and render it thine
For the time has come
It has begun
This watercolor world
Vision stained
It has been named
Now as before
I have crept beyond the door
Between the cracks
And beneath the golden shore
The Breadth of heaven
Glimmering with coated resin
Mine spirit a floating peasant
A resounding whispering sound
Hear it not
The vibrations all around
Manifest in thought
For this is the time
This is the vine
Watch it produce
The tasteless fruit
That rotts within the
Caverns of distant
rhymes
Leave me now
And take this sacred chao
But leave me not alone
I will call again
And when I do
You'll grant me two
And Return to your power throne
It's the quality of vegetables that I worry about - all that plastic packaging.
Never a sprout out of an imprisonment net; never a tomato can roll free. All my eggs are in packets of six, and bananas in packets of three.
I
All we know to be true started as a lie, so by lying to others we are just establishing fundamental facts for future generations
Certain people do not say things. Bankers can afford to be right. The poor get used to being left. To laugh at this horizontalism, is to enjoin the river.
the revolution is over -
perforated monkey lips, leathery bat tits and buffoonery of other wisdoms
gary call betti
I am one of the three greatest playwrights alive and I'm keeping the names of the other two secret.
gary call betti
A symbol has no discreet & implicit meaning in and of itself, it is imbued and brought to life through the meaning inferred upon it - I am a symbol -
Can anybody out there provide me with contacts for learning how to become a professional bank robber?
You all know I'm right.
Just who was the prophetic but untalented "singer / artist" who recorded: "I always feeeel like..... somebody's watchin me!! (Oh can't you see?)?
do flightless hummingbirds hum with their mouths? er.beaks
Whenever I close my eyes, I see an eye staring at me from my eyelid. It changes shape sometimes but always gives me the same furtitive glance. It watches me. I glare at it from inside of my skull. It does not work. Help?
Whenever I close my eyes, I see an eye staring at me from my eyelid. It changes shape sometimes but always gives me the same furtitive glance. It watches me. I glare at it from inside of my skull. It does not work. Help?
is this real life is is this just fantasy..........
Want some? You can have mine... It'll be edible if you scrape the mold off it.
in sightless, heedless nights random images flash by my window. fathers are cackling trees in the wind, mothers are dead at sea.
in sightless, heedless nights random images flash by my window. fathers are cackling trees in the wind, mothers are dead at sea.
Dr. Artuad sends greetings. Too bad the questions (multiple choice) don't allow more options, but hey, we control the vertical and you control the horizontal.
Blank.
To be a BH or not
Behold me – I am a line
Bouncing off the stone towers of Cambridge.
When I came back I was breathless
And much of the battle was saved.
Driven by commendable pride
Victory was crafted and
I ceased to be passions puppet
By gaining control over the demands.
When I came back I was breathless
And much of the battle was saved.
Behold me – I am a line
Bouncing off the stone towers of Cambridge
Driven by commendable pride
Victory was crafted and
I ceased to be passions puppet
By gaining control over the demands
Driven by commendable pride
Victory was crafted and
I ceased to be passions puppet
By gaining control over the demands.
When I came back I was breathless
And much of the battle was saved.
Behold me – I am a line
Bouncing off the stone towers of Cambridge
what exactly is implying your question, comment and affirmation...this all consist in an moribund dialog, which I see as violence by insinuation...this is helpful to form at least tow axioms for an algebra of thought..--attraction of the void by the periphery, anti-density, anti-gravity...--the reversal of effects and causes, the precession of effects over causes, of the ends over the origin. Predestination. Metalepsis...
J'adore le Francais. Due to the annoying nature of your
webpage, I'm going to insert returns as if what I write was
really contained within this box.
Right now I'm listening to a mix CD that a friend gave me. I
can't seem to find the song I'm looking for -- "Smells Like
Teen Spirit" by Nirvana. There is a cat shut in this room
with me... I know not why. There is also a snake, but the
snake has an aquarium in which it stays.
You know what annoys me? The fact that I can't update my
blog from my friend's house. It thinks I'm trying to log in
as her and naturally my password doesn't work. It's really
annoying, seeing as I try hard on my blog.
Life's so embarrassing. And it smells bad, too.
An Unknown Agent
eh????????????
it would be so great to be able to write this survey on a sheet of paper. turkey lizard dance. have a good last few days of the year.
An Unknown Agent
How do you turn this @#$%%# thing over?
my skull's skid marks gave me away again and once again i've got some explaining to do
never, ever let the bastards in your house or car, they eat all the snack food. jack ker-0-rat lives in my head, he's not pissed but not amused either. a dangerous place to be so give me lots of room.
I already used the other side...
CAPACITY SENSITIVITY ROTTING KNIVES
DEATH TO THE HAND FED MACHINES
The award for the world's craftiest cheater could never be accurately presented to them.
looks for an hour for "other side"
Osiris the White
no
I all tuckred oot.
Weech weech, 'kati beri bimba' bilo steef roosentraf.
weech, weech!
It is unlikely that the human brain could ever have been designed by an engineer. Almost all the excellence of the human brain arise from its engineering defects. Engineers seek precision. It is the blurry nature of the brain that is so powerful and gives rise to concepts. Imagine a camera that took only blurry pictures. We would send it back to the engineers to make it more precise. Biological origination is very different. The blurriness is a great advantage.
The mind is like a gun that can be focused and fired, it is like a radio that can be tuned, it is like a universe in it's capacity to store content and generate new formations.
If you and your family talk about the good people who are involved in your lives, you bless them by sending them love. If you tell awful stories (even true ones) with hate in your words, you are attacking them with poisoned arrows. These are weak hexes.
Most people don't know how to send real evil eye type bad juju.
Fortunately.
An Unknown Agent
i wish to ramble and wander on tangents but i am far to bored with your site and will soon proceed to exit from its premisis
An Unknown Agent
the bladder design needs improvement to make it imperious to cat walks across the floral field of abdomens while people are still having sex and Leonard C ohen isn't/
lick the knife
I DONT LIKE YOU, DONT TRY TO PSYCHOANALYSE ME
DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM!(high pitched squeal,rapid pacing for half a minute,then feverish collapse onto couch and flick channels.) oh they will.all of them.
weRhere&itis2bad4U
It is time to take control of our own destiny.
And I don't just mean evolution, but that'll do for starters.
An Unknown Agent
why bother.....
If you cant type whatever is really in your soul and nothing else seems to express what it is that you exactly want to say. No matter how you cant find the words and the most irritating thing is that there are words. And so instead you type into this computer generated form unknowing as to who or what will read it and the thing that scares you most is that maybe no one ever will. And maybe you should save it because what happens when your thoughts get lost in cyber space?
Well...all I can say is that I'm just amazed at how lazy hot tubs can be.
whats a rant. nothing is random. randomness might seem a reality to a person that is percieving randomness in another. but the one that seems to be random is not since that persons mind is working in the very way he/she wants it to. if he/she didnt want it to work that way, he/she would change mind. see. i never give up, i just change my mind frequently. now i've changed my mind about explaining the randomlessness of randomocity.
I abhor the creed of systematics, and the implication of the meme into myself, I am the ultimate problem-creating solution.
Tell me, if the sun shines brighter than the lights, then why are they lit?
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life is meaningless
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SCREED THE SURFACE AND RETAIN THE INNER ROUGHNESS
An Unknown Agent
WE ARE A FAMILY OF WOLVES LIVING IN YOUR MIDST WHO HAVE HAD PLENTY OF MERCY ON YOU GUTLESS, GLUTTONOUS, MEGALOMANIACAL, FEAR-MONGERING,PARANOID AND FANATICAL HUMANS,,,BEND ON ERADICATING ALL LIFE FROM THE PLANET,,LUCKY FOR YOU GUYS, WE LARGELY SUBSIST ON RABBITS, DEER, AND OCCASIONAL DOG OR CAT AND LOTS OF FIELD MICE AND BUSH RATS.
i'm late, i'm late, i'm late, for a very boreing date. good-bye and other such pleasentries.
poyc23
i don't understand the statement.
Life is an uncertainty,predilection a necessity, if we are to keep our sanity, anything less is self-absorbed vanity.- Seek absolution, avoid air pollution, ponder evolution. Avoid dissolution,dissipation,debating; it can be negating. Never hog public toilets, others may be waiting..
I'm out of breath.
touch feel taste breathe
My penis is bigger than the penis of the average woman, but i'd still like to point out that my libido is growing. has anyone seen the music i was listening to? it seems to have gone nutty batty wonky wrong. sigh.
om
Nino Toro
Lunch time is the best time for a fun time riddle. Dinner is a bore. Novelty is a prune. I am a breakfasteringer. Stillbirth martyr. alwait... faggot about it. ---Robert Dinnero
Lunch time is the best time for a fun time riddle. Dinner is a bore. Novelty is a prune. I am a breakfasteringer. Stillbirth martyr. alwait... faggot about it. ---Robert Dinnero
An Unknown Agent
i'm actually not that smart.
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I never know what to write when I'm asked for this kind of stuff.Do u guys expect me to describe briefly my life-philosophy,assuming that we all do that when given the chance to say whatever's on our kind?why don't u just ask it,then?Ok,I think we're all hopeless and that life isn't worth living.Why am I still alive?Well,there is somebody that needs me desperately right now,and when that person will move on and learn to live without me,I'll kill myself.In the mean time,I live for art and knowledge,and for that person.
Gij Gothlow
Not interested - like you deserve it.
An Unknown Agent
not quite but almost there
No need to increase the noise.
I believe the constitution was created to form alliances to govern one tru fact of heritage on the basis of which I am not at liberty to say even if I say it in a form of a question. While you do indeed form a state of mind in avast intruigiing taste of purified jelly pie, on the train the prisoner will not get a shot at finally serving his first meal to the prime minister of britain(without the "great" since it isn't)which in fatality's purpose will consider the other man, or woman. Even to this day, the normal aesthetic of inpractable judgement among mungering war fools deciding whether or not to drill the face of what I use to call, gold daimonds and socially plastic
Conan the Librarian
Did you know that water draining out of a basin forms a vortex spiralling one way in the Northern Hemisphere and the other way in the South ? Now what dip stick noticed that and why ? and who takes their bath tub away on holiday with them ?
People are being sorted and placed into their personal living spaces, seperate from society, seeing only thier close friends and relatives and coworkers, tend not to experience the sensation of the world going on around them, and seek refuge in material possesions and antidepressants or intoxicants like they are taught by advertisements. Im sorry people, that must suck, dont it?
What if I dont want to, huh?
uhm
yeah
lily jean
ferrets rock my boots and 4 orgasms a night are a minimum.
An Unknown Agent
(Use other side if necessary or else it won't.)
(johnoptional)
in the begining was the word, and in the end is the word.do you know what time it is?(Use other side if necessary.)
An Unknown Agent
build your own mythos.
I can put it together, I can take it apart.
Finally I am nothing, and that's a really good start.
Gaynor Evelyn Sweeney
Does this go into a prize draw? And so, what have I won?
one planet all equal
Feel the Vibration!
I first thought of suicide in the 1950s now its to late
What's up with those crazy doctor people and their crazy diagnoses? Diagnosis? How do you spell a plural diagnosis? Words are wierd, aren't they? I like words. Especially susurration. And aberration. And lobotomy is pretty cool too. And if you say happy over and over again it stops sounding like a word with meaning, and starts sounding like a random collection of syllables. Which might be closer to the truth. Me does the same too.
Me happy.
Hey, you know, I scrolled all the way down your stupid list to read the one that was so long, and guess what? It was all copy-and-pasted 'are you trying to snooker me?' that some loser put up there.
Loser. Losers like that grow up to become doctors.
Hey, you know, poetry is a dying art. It's not about writing something pretty about love. That's been done far too many times. It's pointless. The first poem about love was the only decent one, and its been lost, so forget it. Hate neither. What you gotta do is say something new. There's nothing new left to say in this world, so you gotta make a new world and say it there, and say it carefully, because in new universes everything you say is final. You gotta craft it and pour in your blood and your heart and your soul, you gotta give your life to your fledging universe and then watch it die, because you have to feel hurt to write and nothing hurts quite as much as that. Then you gotta rip up everything you've done, because it's crap, and try again, and repeat, over and over until you've got no blood left to spill.
And then you start.
and that's poetry. But nobody writes poetry anymore. I don't write poetry, never have. It's been a long time since anybody's written any poetry at all.
And hey, photography killed realism, so at some point they're going to come up with something to kill poetry, too. And then we'll all die.
Would you like to be a vegetable?
Well, I meant like in a coma -- I wouldn't -- but I guess that works too. If I were a vegetable, I think I'd like to be a carrot.
Wow that was phallic.
I may be female, but Freud was wrong. I just like the orange color. No, really, I would like to be rutabaga cuz it's got a cool name.
Or maybe I'd just like to be something poisonous.
No, probably not. I'm gonna run off and join the army. Not really. The army should die.
Wait, it does. That was stupid.
The army should have all it's funds cut. Ninety percent, I'll be generous.
Hey, are you ready for this?
Pig.
Yeah. You know you liked that.
mew
it is almost christmas and I am making pillows. pillows are great bc everyone thinks they need them. kind of like men... and food.
all the flavor, not the quality. however the morning eats at me to fuck the dead, my rogue band of eunichs that smell my cocaine blood.
Not enough room in here, Skippy, old chum>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
revenge is an aesthetic principle
An Unknown Agent
In mud eels are.
In clay none are.
In pine sap is.
In oak none is.
An Unknown Agent
What the hell do you think I've been doing oh ok- "tggr cat hartfgriz A qbgyu, dasdgf sokeee os Artuad gogfghc f drkjk"
(now who can argue with that)
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why is it that every time you take a shit you have to wipe. i say, America stand up throw off your toilet tissue chains! we will rise!
ego squid
ask not what your brain can do for you, but what you can do for your brain.
Ah no no no! You gotta Dance if you want the good stuff.
well...
DANCE!
a plauge upon both of your houses.
Who are thee to question that which is not of your realm? Who are to have the audacity to face that which cannot settle with one name? I answer purely: Those who are of slightly better than average intelligence.
i wish i could say it's gonna be fine, you know it i know it we all know it, after a bit of major hassle and lots of suffering i'm certain we're gonna be fine, life and love will prevail. what a load of rubbish, what is your excuse?
There is no other side.
Nice site.
Miopic(I have oil wells)
There are no random screeds. All screeds have purpose and are in the pattern. No screed is unnecessary. Every screed is a note in the cutNpaste symphony of the big paranoiac in the sky. We are screed, we are ranted. And if we all pro-screeate together we can be ...i forget the last part, it's the most important part of the message.
capitalism is bringing us down by it nature of putting money above everything
arrogantly me
I once went outside and it was raining,and tried to light a ciggy,while in the rain but thet stupid thing would not light,till I figured out that I had to shield the match from the water,as water seems to have a dampening effect
on a lit match.......and then,this one time............?at band camp..........?
{I will use what ever side I feel like using,thank you very much,DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO...I once saw a chicken hawk kill a rabbit,which totally belies the animals name,dontcha think?
normal human being
There is nothing left to survive. Is that screedy enough?
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d. karezza
I bother because I thirst for your company and even more for the taste of the sweet red wine of your carotid artery. I would like to thank the last three thousand fair maidens to have accomodated themselves softly to my creamy tap, and you, Consuela, for your readiness to be the first. And there is Simon, the charismatic Popul Vuh of the New Art who ties ribbons around bombs and sends them hurtling towards the silken streets under skies like satin. Those are the ones to whom I am eternally thankful as I lie in the purple rooms. Manicures, pedigrees, all manner of vaunted and velvet insanity, I say, all for nothing. Nothing at all. I will be free in the morning. O you silken sons and daughters of the autumn fall of everything dear to a million discarnate paradises, I salute you all. There is nothing more to say in this serene evening under the falls, with my sincerest confession of my unbounded and explosive, nay, convulsive love. Then the new time will come a!
nd all will be at peace. My thanks to the cotillions that are imagined from time immemorial. I will to to the last of the champions of time and present my words to all. Adieu, and fare thee well, all my embraced masters and mistresses. The crocodiles of Greatness await their accompaniment, and I shall not hold them up for long. Farewell.
I am an upbeat downtrodden survivor. I try not to pre-judge but am usually guilty of doing just that. George Bush needs to go and quick. Illusion of truth and suspension of disbelief are beautiful states of being.
An Unknown Agent
The only thing on the other side is a 15-pin high density connector (occupied), a standard power connector (occipied), and a digital video connector (not currently in use), plus a panel marked "not for consumer access" that I have never opened.
I like pretty things
Your killin me here!
An Unknown Agent
I fucked all of your moms, dads, dna/blood donars and drug dealers, and the president & wife in her dreams.
why oh why do they do it? things could be so much nicer if they didn't.
on the other hand, if they didn't it wouldn't not be.
or whatever
I once had a farm in Africa.
An Unknown Agent
it is amazing how one tells things to people they never see again when they don't actually see them in the first place , but sharing that with loved ones could actually change someones spiritual tapistry
An Unknown Agent
ORLENE BAIRD.
WRITE TO ME: nessunu@yahoo.com
An Unknown Agent
I'm wondering at the moment if I am the only one who's only comfort is lucid dreaming.
meaghan
i choose to leave that in there...i choose...free...choice...freewill...free...i want my max
is this a free-style rant? is its limited nature free-style or not?
....Continued at some future millinium.
An Unknown Agent
hey ho
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lalala
freestone
http://home.earthlink.net/~adrianadamsalpha/index.html
that should cover everything.
Fall.
Fall, fall fall FaLL.
How do you want to fall. You can fall slowly. Or you can plummet. Where will you land? You sure as hell won't get to choose.
Also I've conveniently removed your eyes so the truth or lack thereof will remain hidden
Have a nice flight
Or whatever you want to call it
yes, blink your eyelids over your blackened sockets.
You're gonna land where everyone else did and is going to.
The truth is not your own
Or mine or anybody elses
If you want you can make your own lie, but...
Funny, I still feel bored.
An Unknown Agent
arugula arugula arugula
Alpherat
Do you have a permission slip?
screeds.
Fotschnod
Bombastic interlludes compell my dictation.
Believe not my ranting proclamation.
Thus sayeth the prophecy.
the family poo
you're not going to get me that easily.
WHO?
9999999999999999999
YYyyYyy behther beat beat beat beat beat beat red stop
dream in a priori colours of war
drums drums drums drums NO NO NO!
http://selfdeprecationappreciation.net
Damn posers!!!!
james
http://www.axe-s.com/tips/
meow
I can´t say anymore.
all their bases are still belong to us.
An Unknown Agent
it's bad enough that i've become aware of the lies...why do you have to rub it in? i hate you. but really, i love what you've done with the place. is that TEAL on the countertops? bold, i say. bold.
An Unknown Agent
I'M INTERESTED IN A VERY FINE COOK BOOK I NEED SOME RECEPIES FOR A COUPLE OF MEALS. I NEED SOME COOKING TO DO ......I'LL SEE YA LATER
when was the last time you looked at your lama? I mean, really looked?
Today is a good day; for I have pants.
Toothaches and poverty do not go as hand in hand as Jerry Springer and his New Art. High Fashion High on the soot stained walls. Port Culis for all, the Villian , the Vicar< the victims
its all piss and puddle
its all for Negation-the rule #1-hanging out with Tossers is Bad for your soul---
& here now lies the JuT kids of America, being prepped to become twats w/ no sense of standards.
Bring on the Champers & ale.
NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS TO HAPPEN;HAPPENS NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS.
OTHER SIDE
An Unknown Agent
love to hear from you
as soon as you're ripe you start to rot (via a poster in a west virginia mcdonalds)
me saco un moco, me limpio el ojete, escupo al alkalde, me tiro peos en el ascensor, erupto en clase, y me meo en las esquinas.
However, my grand mother said:"No hay asqueroso que no sea marrano"
An Unknown Agent
this will destroy nature and were will the people go?we will be wasting a huge chunk of land and will kill what nature intended us to have?it will cause problems in the futre?the dam is already beging to crack!
An Unknown Agent
Dont go to bed right after practice whitch craft
Baboons clapping plants ants and animals, girl horses divorced nuns and nurses, drama-mammas from alabama wanna hit the sack!
And so it happened; the window was open again, without notice. Within all it's work everything I saw I saw from the depths of it's curtain. It left us all with a feeling of rage and confusion that no one could hold a spike to. Die with a feeling of deperation; trying to figure out what is most appropriate for a "last thought" during our human lives.
An Unknown Agent
Memory kills the moment, throws us into time. But time is not the moment of experience, it is the way we catalogue experience. Dead energy. All we have is Death. So let's hold on to it. Let's play with it. Then maybe we won't be so afraid of it. It really sucks to fear absolutely everything you are capable of knowing and feeling. So fuck it. Embrace it. Go with it. The Dark is the source of everything.
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SHE's BACK!!
I think we should all flush our toilets at once. Everyone in the world. All toilets on earth. At the same time. Armageddon. Toiletgeddon.
can i have a pony?
david
quit trying so hard.
An Unknown Agent
dxm is good/bad!
you are not an eastsider westsider outsider
intensity is BEARable insanity is silent
we dont make dreams dreams are real
nightmares are real, but they arent nightmares
there will be robots dancing and short-circuiting in the rain at midnight
we must all expand the periphery's of our (what is commonly known as) consciousness, if we do not, we become the cruelly ironic organisms that we have created enveloped into a viscious cycle of concieted consumerism and mass wars started by hypocrites that we vote for and pay our taxes to. by then (by now) we wont be able to get back to the primitive thought processes that made you, me, yourself, we truly ambiguous fleshy formations spinning amongst the orbs around the central brightness coambulating its self destructive mass into which the formations become not of itself in the undistiguishable nothing.
An Unknown Agent
Most of the human race needs to be eradicated and we need to begin again, maybe with a cat in charge! Only keep the humans who are truly owned by a cat!
Uh.Uh.Yeah,Yeah.Uh.Uh.Yeah.Dude-guy.Ahhhhh,yeah.
don't put dish washing liquid in fish tanks.
i felt like drops of glass splintering with a sigh all over your rubber body bounce bounce bounce god i want to tell you everything
What's there to say???Nothing, that's right.
On my arrival at the chapel of coruscating beatitude, which is located in the land of Israel, I heard the voice of my lord, my beloved locust, my amaranthine hope. The lord locust, The Most High, uttered unto me these words ^ÓI have seen thy soul and the soul of thy counter parts and yours is better and your reward shall be eternal so fear not your own death for when it comes you shall be joining me and your equals in the fields of heaven. Take head though of my words that are to come and spread them to all who will listen, desecrate not my chapel which stands before you and allow none. If it is desecrated and you have not died it its defense you shall be forever damned. My son you must not let it fall into the hands those who would worship there false god their. I give you the gift dynamite in the event of the attack you must destroy the temple so no unholy practices take place in my house. You must never partake of the peanut butter for it is of the devil and shall c!
orrupt your soul. You shall remove your left ear for it is the ear through witch the devil whispers to you if you do not do this I will be forced to flood the earth in noxious waves of foamy peanut butter.^Ô And the lord spoke unto me giving me commands for many hours until it seamed I could bear no more knowledge and then my lord was gone from me. This caused me great grief so I beat my hands upon my face and on the ground. I wept for my loss. Then the lord seeing me in distress said unto me ^ÓMy son grieve not I am still with you. I shall always love you my creation. I shall forgive.^Ô
Pretty girls can breathe underwater. I am mad but can still think well enough. There are circles.
aaaauuuuuggggghhhhh
I curse the other side. If it dare show it's face I shall
instantly destroy it. It will be putty in my toes. The
one sugests this other side shall shorty feel my wrath.
fuck all that black beret coffee house bullshit.
fucks
fan
See other side
please send me some butter and a pound of marmots, I need to feed my starving family
carrie
No other has a mind like mine
null
i do not understand why i fill this out but i fell better already
HOWDY HOWDY
Who are thou, who created this world from our worst nightmares?
chris
Please, people, don't discount the entertainment value of your own paranoia. It can be fun. There's nothing like like living the terrifying unexpected.
An Unknown Agent
This has been the unhappiest year of my life.
So why am I so happy?
Why the fuck do I bother with this shit? How can I divine a higher spiritual existance from the internet without the love and guidance of my Pope, Johnny Asia, for The First Church of Common Sense?
Djuna
A novel idea is a new idea, something innovative, something
else. But by now of course it is familiar. We want plot,
for instance; and not just what and what and then and then
but how and why and because. Also characters are very
popular. A proper name gathers to itself descriptors
which then seem to refer, as if to a person, to someone
who exists, is presumed to exist in the metaphysical arena
of the fiction. In the arena tonight there is a battle
between picaresque and nouvelle roman. She attacks with
diegetic narration! She parries with a change in typography!
The umpire steps in to block an illegal metaphor. The avant
garde fiction has taken a penalty for lapsing into realism!
The crowd goes wild! If I feel physically as though the
top of my head would come off then I think not that it is
poetry but that I need some aspirin. Tattoos are just skin
popping. We are going to begin injecting ink directly into
the veins.
Life is a disease with 100% fatality.
i wish i had a cohesive world view. that way, when something important or enlightening happened, i would know, because it would radically alter my world view. without it, im cluelessly trying to create one. it's terribly hard to figure out what you believe when you don't know if you do or do not already believe something.
they can't make me
Why are there so few choices on this questionnaire? When I wanted to say that I was answering truthfully, the nearest I was allowed was a "maybe". And why are your respondents so ungrammatical?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
(tune your AM radio to slightly off of the station untill it
whistles and listen to it while you sleep)
i wrote a lot of news today.
An Unknown Agent
$@^#%*^&)?|^%#&$@#*^?
why doth the world report that kate doth limp?
because the world is a mere figment of my pen"S deranged imagination and i am not in time to see but if i could fly which i inevitably must then i could see the flames and know that i am the creator and the creation and in my eyes reflects an inextinguishable light
Down with the Republic!
Laughing,sighing, crying, dying.
Dont hold her hand,
Shes going under,
She'll drag you down into her slumber.
Dance around them as they drown, drop, scream and frown.
Serenade them slowly, calmly, surely,
LAy them in their place.
To die: queitly and with grace.
What's a screed? Is that a creed that's been hit by a fast moving vehicle?
People can only do thing when others don want them to... If I'm asked to write something random what am I gonna do... duh... exactly. nothing comes to mind. Now if that said "DEAR LORD DON'T WRITE ANYTHING IN THIS BOX!" I think I could go on for hours! I mean gee! It's gotta be something wrong with how everyone is raied, or maybe our nature to do exactly the oposite of what we're told... *shrug*
....Hmm...Lemme think. If I man comes to your door and says that he is conducting a survey and wants you to show him your boobs, do NOT! (I repeat) do NOT show him your boobs!This is a scam! There is no survey! He just wants to see your boobs!
...I wish I had know that earlier.
you folks are weird.
I appreciate that.
thank you for your time.
pax vobiscum.
lets fuck
I'm sorry, I have to urinate.
An Unknown Agent
Animate Bereavement
I looked to the right, and then the left. Realized that people were all around me. I could feel the fear quickly growing in my stomach. You covered my eyes, and I thought, ^ÓWe can^Òt all eat from the same plate.^Ô We awoke in a blue room. I looked to you. You had lost your hope. I helped you frantically look for it on the floor. I started to shake hysterically, and then I looked back up and noticed that the walls and the ceiling were gone-showing a slightly cloudy sky. Now you were gone-but it didn^Òt matter. I realized that this life was a dream, and I could do what I wanted to.
Life, Rape, and Death on the white plane.
derek
self is an illusion
(Use other side if unnecessary.)
What's in a Name ....a name's not always of our choosing
type true forsaken time who sets like sun only melting in a watch so soft its 3 30 a m already
And you! The one with "Sexy Princess" ensloganed across the
seat of your pants! NO ONE'S ASS IS *THAT* FIRM, NO MATTER
HOW FIRM IT IS!!! Especially NOT YOURS. I NEVER want to see
text move like that again!
Have you ever been accosted in the night by undead Satanic minions and dragged kicking and screaming into the dark, neverending Abyss? Well... I mean, I have, but it was more like dusk, really...
An Unknown Agent
Not much too say today (highly unusual) ???
...once someone gives you a chance to speak your mind, without fail, it goes blank.
ARP (2)
Am being persecuted by another institution, namely the flightless hummingbird site, which has wantonly refused to post my last attempt to fill in this form and so forced me into writing another. This has simply added to my paranoia, not to mention my irritation.
Oh - and recycle everything.
is their any real connection with these entities: Gremlins, FBI, Russian Mafia, Mormons, AAA, Illegal drugs........
sending my message into space
An Unknown Agent
i did start life old and had the money and partying. i am now ending life as an organism.
yesno
A R P
Good heavens. The only thing (well not the only thing but the main one) that might be worth ranting about, freestyle or butterfly, just now is this: what on earth is a screed? I'm baffled (cf answer to previous question). But never mind.
An Unknown Agent
Second star on the right and straight on 'til morning.
if peter piper picked a pepper...why
meh...
lifes a bitch, and then you die. Have you ever thought life should go backwards? what if we startd off old and crippled? and then get out of retirement with a shit loads of cash work for however many years. Then when you hit around 20 start your partying! and then end your life as an orgasim!
i like the cracks on the walls of my house, i like stormy nights, i live for death, i live for blood, i live for pain. But i cannot love.
Too tired for suicide.
You think you are so origional. Its vaugely irritating, but not enough that I didn't finish. Though I consider finishing a victory as well.
Scat 2
Leave your head behind . . .
Guh?
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An Unknown Agent
I will keep this short because I know the voices in your head will be telling lies, but I am almost certain that a nude women will be forcing me to eat peanut butter off boiled eggs for their own evil purposes. I love you. Leave me alone.
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, burn my lungs.
Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bob.Bobbing little monkey in my head.
An Unknown Agent
im 14 and im taking this survey... what is wrong with me?
Don't Try it in Texas. Your sure to loose.
i don't have anything to say except
is frida khalo a surrealist?
I have no idea what i'm doing I need to do some college work but I'm here doing this which is much more fun but isn't making any sense whatsoever. OH WELL maybe its giving me inspired ideas about something. I don't think it is though I'll just go back to thinking about whiskers now I think, you know big hairy whiskers that grow on the sdes of old mens faces, hair growing out of their noses and the like. Somebody pize me away from this computr I'm becoming a danger not only to my self but the people who have the great misfortune of being in close proximatey to me.....
I think we're done.
HHHuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
im hungry, but strangly happy...
So what if i lie and contridict my self and spell words wrong and eat the bones of the boneless chicken breast. i say, the lie is the truth, the me is not myself, and whats wrong with criative spealinng? and.... there are no bones in a boneless chicken breast. but whats it to you? your just another part of the huge mindless, yet mindfull mass of little squishy(yet hard) warm(yet cold) and non-winged creachers(creativly spelled) that scurry around trying to get their hands on as much little green peices of paper you can, and then turning right around and giving it to someone else. does any of this make sense to you? well aperantly it does to that guy we call "Bush" if that is his real name. well im off to confuse the rest od socity, so bye.... for now
*see other side* hehe. One thing that really annoys me is the inexplicable ability of some people to make the same mistakes again and again. Granted they are entitled to a few times to screw it all up. Things that piss me off: Forcing organized religion; Republican party; Radical pro-lifers that kill doctors; the beauty and fascist- er fashion industry; and people who are judgemental.
There is no consperiacy. But if there is, well, more power to them. And more power to us. We will grow, and so shall they.
The Berbers were a desert people. They lived out where the cities don't live. They moved around and used chaos for music. Frenzy. Joy. Chaos. Love. Paradigmparadigmlessness.
It was said: "The dog may bark, but the caravan passes by."
Thank you.
No, really. I'm fine.
there is no random there is no free there is only the twilight of the silence...
An elderly woman milking manatees will admonish a peg legged bullfrog for stealing the dill pickles if the telephone pole has an escalator. Only when the moon wobbles will the Watusi discern the loudness of cobalt blue within a 50-50 solution of two parts Egyptian darkness and one part jagermeister.
And should you walk/once next to me/it would be calculated
and perhaps a bit to/miss the point of my/longing to be alone
And surrounded @/the same time.If/only to be justly construed/
Since I can see the decline/and you gladly revel in it/I HAVE TO be ashamed of you
I'm tired of conversation/which leads mostly to death/and not so towards action
In the concurrent space of/bribery for bribes' sake/I lead you to wolves
But in so much as I/can see there is no/doubt as to my rightousness
And in your varied experience/it is only the reality of/the unwavering day
That may bring you to/cautious smiles brought/on by cautious life
An Unknown Agent
There goes mama, splashing in the water.
Ah what to rant about? *pause* How about the fact that life would be so boooooring without pain and suffering and death etc? Nah, already did that for r.e. When it's not a good idea to tell your parents you're a werewolf? Nah been done.*strobe lighting indicates floash of inspiration* I know let me enlighten you on the not-at-all relevan theme of la Malinche(unless youre a chicana,feminist,poet, in which case accept my apologies). See Malinche, or malintzin as she was known to her "friends" got sold to some indians by her stepdad so he could rule in their aztec hometown. When the spaniards came along they used malinche's travel aquired linguistic skills to conquer the area. Now everyone blames malinche. Doesn't anyone think it's poetic unjustice?
anne o'neame
no need, thanks much
I keep a diary here. I am not allowed, though I am a good
citizen and do what I am told, I keep a journal of my daily
activities, I keep count of the hair balls, and sometimes
my dead baby octopus winks at me and I have to record it, the day and exact time. But on this site the (journal} is
considered 'art', I am afraid now. Because I keep a diary
I must be unintentionally creating art. If I am caught, which most likely I will be now that I admit to it on this survey. They will most probably kill me. I just know it. I can hear then walking up to my front door now as I type. How will they do it I wonder. What evil awaits me. Should I look forward to it? Find luxury in it? Until the door comes
down I sit modestly eating my mud pies and poking the hair
balls freshly vomited by my flumpogus. I love my flumpogus.
lately I have been perfecting levitation, as per instruction
of P.a. Mama. Sometimes the lemurs will pick fruit from the
trees for me. And they are good...I don't like black vans
anymore. I don't like blue chevys either. fYODOR YOU WILL
SUBMIT....mAMA says so
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Ach knallige welt du seliges Abnormitatenkabinett.
i was told that i am a man. machines dont make profits men do!? i was still confused on being a man?
a non conformist woman told me that the mind seeks escape from classification as it matures but that a maturing culture struggles against its categories. i looked at her and put a marble in my mouth. swallow. i told myself. the more thoroughly a woman zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzis
classified the more easily she is controlled. the new woman is not yet classified, perhaps not classifiable.
eager to build bridges over positions seperated by an infinite abyss i started collecting popsicle sticks.
An Unknown Agent
as I write advertising is subverting dada and using it to sell, you encourage this with(Art) Passive Historical Fetishism(PHF)
i like to sniff banana. it's very encouranging to keep living. thank you.
TRANSMISSION-014-999.....received
An Unknown Agent
libertarians are the shock troops of the right
An Unknown Agent
nah, you'll have to write yur own
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Ian
Free-Style. They love that. Apparent solution to determinism.
Ted Kazinski and Dr Kavorkian please! Stop calling P.A. Mama
she believes you to have been on the right track but is being bombarded by your desperate need for her insight. She feels you need more sincerity in your quest for the purpose.
pLEASE See 'ONe thing you won't miss' for the answer to THIS
please decipher my codes and find the meanings, the message
is specifically for you..here it is..sou%78o#%idfy*kfd & do
not forget to add the y, question everything, do you agree?
my statement in another coded form...if you didn't get it
the first time, this is the message in the form of a
question...8375KJ&&%))DJs slkfj 6+43543 999 + 666***?
CANNIBALISM
In the theatre of my madness
Still I
Eye you crawling up the
Walls of my insane mind
Funambulist spider
Clawing your way fighting for every inch only to
Fall Back
Once again drained
Into the oblivion of my entrails
Skin rawed
By the exquisite tickling
Of your nervous nimble legs
Locked together
We tumble and roll over to see
Who will breakdown first
In the theatre of my madness
Still you
Insist on clawing up the
Walls of my sick brain
My sole mentor
My sole actor
Product of my autodisintegrating self
Doomed to roam in your bonehouse
As my nerves recoil in horror from
Your loving gnawing bites
We eat each other up
In ecstatic frenzy
An Unknown Agent
i love you
wakana whoosha gusha lovin snickercocoa class warfare
slave chain whack that sword clank clank get the cocoa mother i'm going to cream in the butter leave it alone sweety it's bloody and you'll get an infection then who
knows where your underpants will be as you roll in the foxglove and marigolds with dawn the light peeking into
the strained stretched darkness warm choir a thousand
suns loving living breathing breaking sun yellow fusion fire roast-a-rama kill for oil kill for wool kill for
guns kill for money kill for allah all y'all and the
other folks, well, i'm still gonna eat my rice bowl
pudding starch sweet sticky warm blanket ignorant
nothings howling at happenstance and irrelative petty
griping about the boulder and how it fell on the
electrotransjimini hendrintoxicater. zumina luna
lumines! please pass the salt.
An Unknown Agent
It's too bad you have some questions which
don't have sufficient choices to allow
honest answers. The might be a good
survey otherwise.
Stop wasting your time impressing your friends. They don't even like you.
gone
Crazy Lady With A Baby Seeks Eggland,Makes Good Sticky Toffee.
An Unknown Agent
yrassecen fi edis rehto esu
Larry Chevron, Bonafide Nose Nut Dealer.
Saye River, spilling grimily onto the eroding streets. Brecciated bricolage of brazen modern pastiche and plastic idolatry strewn wildly and chaotically across and beyond the sagging sigh of the space between ancient and tall arcades. Overturned on the overgrown green and grey atrophied carpet was a linoleum typograph smashing a tumbling strip of paper jutting out from beneath it like a dignified paraph. Our bonafide hero, a bonafide nose nut dealer, stuck out a five-pronged feeler to paw and stare at the flourish of paper. Larry Chevron read with earnest intent the rapid dot-matrix electronic scrawl and interpreted it with projected lament. First he reeled then railed and finally wailed; it was a cenotaph for the long-since mysteriously absent humanity he was once a part of. Larry had wondered, gazed out of his haunted hotel suite^Òs sixth floor window with suspicion; he had waited with patience and dutiful alertness for a thud on his door, for any newspaper article with salie!
!
nt facts, an explanation. He had feared that if a paper were to come it would hold the world^Òs biggest epitaph. But now a computer code readout in a worn and empty once busy street steeped in gritty water had told him what he didn^Òt want to hear.
A fiscal hickory hut trussed down in uptown leaned and loomed like a spilling truckload of over-bloated Lincoln logs crystallized in an amber shard of splintered time. Larry Chevron sat solemnly inside somewhere and sought with stinging trepidation and sublime nostalgia to at long last hang up his beloved and beleaguered, not to mention now utterly useless, bonafide nose nut dealership. Larry hanged his tattered brown barometer coat, signifying like the rings in an ancient tree his oft commensurated, commercially driven youth-centered and drunken whimsy-reliant quaternate business.
Then in the acronychal after-light Larry wandered and withered, wasting in the buzzing fuzz of electro-smog, haunted by the abstract random clashes and bangs of the inanimate happenstance companions dwelling in the minimalist/ruinist landscape. Amidst mundungus and plant-shrouded naughty and gaudy broken and glittering human spew, or remnants of trinkets of reminding, he danced and performed like a stick-puppet for his audience of a habit of floccinaucinihilipilification and pitiful Sisyphean empty hope goading. His preferred call: a self-fashioned metal sparking brick scraper.
Larry Chevron, bonafide nose nut dealer, was the stage-light stand-in for the wandering Jew. He slipped his own nut with a pair of rusty, grime crusty pliers and spent with mad intent his last few days on a winter escape island with panoply of perverse and diverse imagined injured plaster-casted disaster survivors. Polluted waves of asbestos-like fiber optic hazes finally left the stabbed and striated lungs of Larry Chevron gaily, in a choking pool of darkened blood. The last mental projected character flicker was a human-like mutation asking whether it ought to be, or if it was a random weather formation like fractally spreading crystal propagation burned away at the chilly and chthonic dispersing dawn of a new day.
My shoes have the wrong feet in.
WE LIKE IT THIS WAY! WE WANT IT THIS WAY! WE NEED IT THIS WAY!
It's important sites like these exist for they show you that even with the will to understand, you can't make bread from extraindividual pain.
NO
What is a screed?
princess
leave me alone. please. dammit. i hate cell phones. i don't need another phone to not answer. and sinus infections. and parking lots with too many trees and grass parts in them. if i wanted to f*in park my car on a golf course i would do that. nobody plays golf in the f*in parking lot so why the hell...oh whatever. nobody cares anyway.
Hats?!
I got hats
Participles
Flashes of Insight
Shard-like triangles of thought
Pushing forward like fast mountains
And that little turdling
smelling peachy
rubetine and mellow
Somehow any minute now
seems like forever
and the cold banal plate
of my existence is a dishrag
soiled and grey
the air is cool and damp
it is 3 o^Òclock the air is grey
it is really 1:11 and the air is
bright
I imagine it otherwise, nonetheless
i don't want to talk anymore
erica
got a gumball in my toenail and a mission in my socks
one moment your here, the one before half after it your gone!
one moment your there, with THEM breathing down you neck. scanning your brain and stealing your soul. very pleasnt i must say. i cant wait for my appointment next week.
Vote Republican. Think clean thoughts. Beat your wife.
Behind every good woman is a chainsaw.
Use other side if necessary. The grass is greener there of course.
An Unknown Agent
y+rt76= who the fuck cares, anyway, i am alte for my brain appointment.
danny dont hang up like that, i love you....
An Unknown Agent
keswol pl;w3pl 4 szteat gszy eyazyr a ryfy azry et sez
Once someone told me that i was special, and i therefore proceded to lick his inner thigh. It was tasty and/irreverant. Do you own a spunge.
An Unknown Agent
Other Side: Proceeding.
Prototype: Christopher
I just wanted to say...
if everyone would just stop
for just one second
across the earth
at the same time
we could hear the machine eating our souls
An Unknown Agent
I don't have time. I have to be present at my wedding.
About the above bit. It's true that people are stupid. Tell a crowd there's a bomb in a building and all will turn to chaos, but tell a couple of well trained individuals, leaving the masses out of it, the problem might get solved. That's just the position the government takes by never telling us the truth, but it just pisses me off that they undermine our mental capacities by telling us the sugar coated lies.
i;m all done thanks. i cant wait for the confirmation message
An Unknown Agent
It appears, SEND works and not WHY BOTHER?
well ...... you lost all my brillant responses and i have little interest in rewriting them, but curiosity as led my to click on SEND.
An Unknown Agent
ehh everyone is lookin at me
I see it's a fair, pretty sheet of water,
Our Willoughby! How did you hear of it?
I expect, though, everyone's heard of it.
In a book about ferns? Listen to that!
You let things more like feathers regulate
Your going and coming. And you like it here?
I can see how you might. But I don't know!
It would be different if more people came,
For then there would be business. As it is,
The cottages Len built, sometimes we rent them,
Sometimes we don't. We've a good piece of shore
That ought to be worth something, and may yet.
But I don't count on it as much as Len.
He looks on the bright side of everything,
Including me. He thinks I'll be all right
With doctoring. But it's not medicine--
Lowe is the only doctor's dared to say so--
It's rest I want--there, I have said it out--
>From cooking meals for hungry hired men
And washing dishes after them--from doing
Things over and over that just won't stay done.
By good rights I ought not to have so much
Put on me, but there seems no other way.
Len says one steady pull more ought to do it.
He says the best way out is always through.
And I agree to that, or in so far
As that I can see no way out but through--
Leastways for me--and then they'll be convinced.
stop it, i hate it when you yell inside my head.
An Unknown Agent
Love is a blind man's banquet
Get your fork off my plate, Ramsey. I don't do that shit.
izzy
yeah, so this is life. i just wish it wasn't?
An Unknown Agent
try and relive the past yesterday so you can go on todayforerever
An Unknown Agent
yo im luke and u suck ha ha ha
be nice, people, it keeps you from being maced. once, i knew a guy that knew a girl that threw puppies. that wasn't good at all. the innermost secret to buddhism is that enlightenment is brought by aving as much sex as you can get. the other, false dalai lamas refuse to tell the secret to the world because they are ugly and are not getting any nookie, and if they ain't gettin any, then they don't want anyone else to, either. selah.
i am rantless
An Unknown Agent
Jeezis' leaping brown bastard. greetings from your old pal farting in
grandma's undies. gangrenous prostate, refundable yellow pussed-funds.
vomiting it up old school on the old hair-waves. no hair balls stuck in
my craw daddy yo. rancid meat tuques for sale on grungy front lawn
madness. full of holes up to the head to hell they leadin the
c-bot/drone/yo mamma's knickers brown with dismay. repeat transmission
of yesterdays dirty fucking laundry. pussed up, cranked in yahoos
lassoing small furry animals for the purpose of orifice creation and the
society for the royal buggering of all things holey. holes in the carpet
of my womb-room leaking creatures of unknown origin, are they indigenous
to my cerebelum, their devouring all my edible undies and chocolate
chastity belts. their complete wit all the trimmings, lace and girdle
panty linnings, linen belts of girth-measurement and flapping folds of
flab flayling in the breeze. my crotch is hot it needs airing out breezy
baby bottoms, em bare assed to the world. too much confusion on the
floor, gotta sweep out the attic the bats have come home to roost the
skeletons have set up a speak easy in the closet and I'm not allowed in.
The bouncers my own mamma. dancings indian girls waving palm fronds in
tired eyes. sweat-shop labour creating linguistic devices for mass
consumption in intellectually sterile nations. coming to the rescue is
sweat man ever ready for the communist threat, he stands gaurd, a lone
sentinel, protecting the dream of liberty, ready to throw his bundle of
old sweaty jock straps at any enemy that dares run the gauntlet of world
leadership
I'M TELLING YOU, BUSH IS AFTER ME! US GREENIE VEGETARIAN BIRDING PAGANS ARE ONLY TRYING TO LIVE!
An Unknown Agent
i'm tired
Purpose of peace in the valley. Lol. Wolf will be tamed. Jesus was right! Stop FGM and CBS! Eat grits. I am
a creature, oh yeah. Nader lebanese. Moon unites.
Their's no jesus like show jesus!
Fuck you, tactless luddites! (Not directed at Flightless Hummingbird, but people I know/knew/will know)You shits, you slags! You can't fuck with me! I'm way above you're fucking heads! I might be half your age, and a product of the American public school system, by you've still got nothing on me! You made it so I can't live! Now I'll strike back at you bastards! I've found all the loopholes, I've found all the exploits in the machine of your society! I live off of your mistakes, I feed off of your carelessness! I use more than my fare share of exclamation points!!! Watch me abuse the privelege of having an exclamation point!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHAMELESS ABUSE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!RECTIFY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No more nothing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE CONCEPT OF SATIRE ELUDES YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!
?????!!?????CAN YOU TELL IF I'M JOKING!?!???!!????????!
Blargh!
Dear monsters:
Please forgive any spelling and/or grammatical errors on my part. I am only eighteen years of age, and a product of the public school system to boot. :(
Aargh.
keep it up,45~ 33.5 90.. but up is good
Neq The Sword
Life passes like the tomato plant..
Seed to ripe till shrivell then seed..
Don't believe them when they tell cpecialy when you have no other choice.
An Unknown Agent
Why write anyhting at all, It would just be a vain attempt to try to be funnier or more bizzarre that what has already been said.
All that needs to be said has been said, except this.
An Unknown Agent
All hail IPU!
Just look for your reflection
In the ripples left by Time.
And wonder what your fate would be
If I had not had mine.
Trapped in a house of mirrors?
Now, there^Òs a fate sublime.
And a nightmare for a habitat?
Now it^Òs simply divine.
You wish that things were different--
You wish things turned out fair.
You simply don^Òt remember
The circumstances there.
You, who would blindly plunge
Into the serpent^Òs lair--
Must fix now what you wish,
And see if you can bear.
A Destiny awaits
And from the destiny you flee
And what shall come of that?
The choice shall fall to me.
You cannot fight your fate--
You cannot, don^Òt you see?
You will always return,
You simply cannot leave.
Yellow fade into black left at the top and sing left at the back all cold yellow into black fading into the top sing sing yellow left at the back black fading slight buzz fade at the top and the yellow at the back sliding to fade daring to come at the fade off the black daring into the dare of the back at fade to top return return daring to
UGGGGGGGG. I will go traveling the the raspberry meadows for Love and Unreality. Will you come with?
Katie Joy
Fun and witty stuff :-)
I like your piece about no one seeing the woman artist. I'll have to check out the rest of your work when I'm not on my way to bed. Thanx for making me grin ;-)
Use other side if necessary. use other side if necessary Use other side if necessary. Use other side if necessary Use other side if necessary. Use other side if necessary. Who dares the analog. get through the Freud of language.
An Unknown Agent
Use other side if necessary, if not you'll digitize the people around. But Digits have nothing to do with realities, Anals probably do. But who dares the analog?
Little Nemo
The Bill of Rights
1st Amendment
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
2nd Amendment
A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.
3rd Amendment
No Soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the Owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.
4th Amendment
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.
5th Amendment
No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a Grand Jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the Militia, when in actual service in time of War or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offence to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.
6th Amendment
In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of Counsel for his defence.
7th Amendment
In suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall exceed twenty dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be preserved, and no fact tried by a jury, shall be otherwise reexamined in any Court of the United States, than according to the rules of the common law.
8th Amendment
Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted.
9th Amendment
The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.
10th Amendment
The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.
If certain of these phrases sound familiar, it's because they keep cropping up for further review and interpretation. If you feel your rights are being violated, you're probably right. Even the youngest child is likely to wail, "That's not fair," when what he wants to do is prevented by some loving, caring guardian. Your government officials neither love you nor care for you. How can you expect them to treat you right?
If you've read the motto MGM studios displays on their trade-marked roaring lion, you see they claim to understanÐ the ¢reation of "Art for art's sake." Puh-lease! It'$ A££ about the mone¥.
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WHO ARE YOU?
Efficiency, efficiency, efficiency. That is what every system of government or control has always lacked. if ya don't need a law about it, don't make one. gives you more for other stuff.
if it don't matter in the long run, fuck it.
I am in a difficult position in which I want to explode out into a brand new way of life, yet I feel stuck, I feel chained to my current routine and mundane life which has me rooted in daily tasks and rote activities. I long for a giant release - like a trap door opening that will allow me to make a cataclysmic leap into the great beyond.
Spidge
slow down pint size
An Unknown Agent
Snooch to the nooch
if I have to tell you, you missed it.
You don't want to step inside, it's too scary for even ME to handle.......SAVE YOURSELF!!! Run while you can!!!
im a bit tired.
What other side? This is an online survey! How can there be "another side?" Is the government involved in
this "other side?" If it is then I want nothing to do with
this "other side." My mother always told me to stay away from politicians. She says they're dirty.
I like your stuff. The journal is cool and man so fucked up.
An Unknown Agent
CORRECTION FLUID
An Unknown Agent
yes indeed
was considering it a title for a oughta biography
"It, the Mistery"
or
"The Peach Effect"
me smoking a pipe while in a leather corset, big hair, inside back cover
I do have some tales to tell after all
AeroMexico
VIVA LA RAZA
An Unknown Agent
aah help me
An Unknown Agent
Leave me alone
If i die by a slug, a better be juicy
This is the weirdest thing I have ever filled out.
I can't wait for summer any more
Erin Santarc
I am tired, and I have class in ten minuites... the class that' i'm writing this for, hmmmmmmmmmmmm interesting..... very interesting..... very interesting survey
I have a headache and am bored of this!
AEIOU
By now, most of you know me. Some of you have had dark fantasies about me. I feel so dirty and abused. I will be in the desert when they come and will have the last laugh. Hah. Hah-hah. Hardy-har-har. Nobody will rub toad snot in my hair ever again!
My head herts now.
Derrida begins in "Freud and the Scene of Writing" by pointing out Freud's nominalism.
His nominalism will lead to a notion of psychical writing which reiterates the structures and errors of western metaphysics.
The first appearance of this metaphysical structure is in a neurological concept:
first Freud posits two sets of neurons. The first set offer no resistance and therefor cannot retain a trace or a memory.
The second set, by contrast, offer resistance and therefor have paths broken through them,
retain a trace -a memory- and thus are properly psychical. However a problem arises: this first
set of neurons cannot have qualities since all they do is percieve (having no memory they must only percieve).
Niether can the second set of neurons have qualities, since all they do is retain traces of the force put across them- pure quantities.
Niether are there qualities in the world only pure quantities, in keeping with both Freud's nominalism and his adherence to thermodynamics.
Thus quality is niether interior nor exterior to the neurons leading Frued to posit a third set of neurons from which qualities arise.
Memory, it seems is prior to being since it is the repitition of memory which makes it possible for the world to be known to us. The trace and it's repitition comes first... this trace will become a writing metaphor
in Freud's later work. In the metaphor writing is the action of the psyche- conscious and unconscious. The surfacing of thought to consciousness is translation and not pure and simple transference... why?
Because the materiality of the sign cannot be the same in the movement to consciousness: there is no signifier/signified in the unconscious, only signs with direct meaning as force, materiality.
The signifier/signified relations are only a pragmatic of psychoanalysis, one which translates the meaning of unconscious signs into language. Translation relinquishes materiality. Also important here is the idea of a psychic locale, one which is not to be found in the
anatomy of the body- but this is for another screed, it rests on another metaphor. The relinquishing of materiality, the existince of a (qualitiative) reality not to be found in the mind or the world, Being which cannot be apprehended through perception, only to be remembered, impressed on the psyche,
a place which is independant of the physis; these are the characteristics of metaphysics. Thus the metaphor of writing- the priority it takes - reiterates metaphysical concepts. There are other examples...
"I regret only that they have not let my madness blossom into the beautiful bleeding flower it might have become."
right now i'm ranting about this aweful version of "What a wonderful World" that is at the end of this unknown movie that my roommate put on.
Historicise. flog the politicians. burn the galleries. etc.
Snow White and Blood Red
ceci n'est pas un pipe
Just people with big dicks will survive the harsh enviroment we shall enter when the distruction of humanity continues
King George II is really cute when he stares at the camera with that lost child look
if I start to blather, transcribe!
An Unknown Agent
at sum point there is ither life or death
that's pretty much a given universal.
so then universally, I say that we should all live to-get-her.
whoever she may be.
Freeeeeeeestyleeeeeee
SHIT
An Unknown Agent
to:Anais420
Sorry to have offended your sencesibilities in quoteing Dostoevsky. It's not plagerism if you don't take credit for it.
As for changing the words-yes i dumbed it down some so
even creatures like you could enjoy it.
I look forward to more of your dirty use of the language.
Please disregard my spelling. english is new for me
An Unknown Agent----you are a stupid prick. i can honestly say i've encountered scum, thank my soul its via cyber-reality and not the real one, as i would smack your ass if i heard you say that little "Let us suppose, folks, that man is not stupid. {And really, you cannot say he is stupid,if only
for the reason that if he is stupid, then who is intelligent?} But even if he isn't stupid, he is
nevertheless monstrously ungrateful! Phenomenally ungrateful!"---bah! fuQ! why didn't you just quote dostoevsky completely, instead of changing a couple of words? even his trademark chagrin is plagiarized....get a life....actually, just end yours, for the good will and sake of us all...your at the bottom of vonnegutt's 95%.....
Napster watching what I download... I download anyway, but if anyone comes up and sees me taking this survey... it will be MINUMIZED until they go away... if they don't, (looked over left sholder for a second) I will have to sadly leave this site and my account as before to log off into the main account screen so I don't get "caught." Even if it means that I'd have to get allll back on it and stuff and... that bird claw on the bottom of the web-site... AAAHHHH!!!! *bomb shelters RULE! When I hear a helicopter in the sky, I think... bomb shelter... BOMB SHELTER!!! but we don't own one.
An Unknown Agent
Let us suppose, folks, that man is not stupid. {And really, you cannot say he is stupid,if only
for the reason that if he is stupid, then who is intelligent?} But even if he isn't stupid, he is
nevertheless monstrously ungrateful! Phenomenally ungrateful! I even think that the best
definition of man is : a biped , ungrateful. But this isn't all; this is not yet his principal fault;
his chiefest fault is his constant depravity. For it has long been known that lack of good sence
results form nothing other than depravity. Just glance at the history of mankind. What will you
see ? A grandiose spectacle perhaps.
i cant stand superficial cheeriness or that fake smile people put on their faces every day to face the world. they are not facing anything not even themselves, they go into mechanical mode, put their brain on autopilot and live by their habits. get out of the rut i say, dont live by your habits, become explicitly conscious of everything...but then again i will go to class to write notes using my right hand tomorrow. we are all drones and nothing ever changes unless you find your self, but unfortuantly thats not supposed to happen until your in your 60s if that even happens at all. she told me everything she said was real but even in that instant i found it hard to believe that she even realized what she was saying, she was lost and by her being lost so am i.
emz...
I am, I will be, I have been, I shall be around, so some day I hope to reach the ground, steady out, where there'll be no doubt, and maybe some day from the weeds, flowers shall sprout.
Whack. Quack. Duck. Goose. Pie. Cake. Milk. Garbage. R2-D2. C-3PO. Water. Ice. Hannibal. Cannibal. Tex Avery. Wolf. Fox. Mulder. Muldoon. Jurassic Park. Raptors. Josh. Raar! Amy. Izabelle. Adam Ant. Dandy Highwayman. Velvet Goldmine. Feathers. Ugly. Britney Spears. Music. Nine Inch Nails. Trent Reznor. Marilyn Manson. Fred Durst. That guy with the eyes. Storm. X-Men. Spider Man. Batman. Joker. Cards. Spade. Diamond. Jewelery. Mummies. Egypt. Pyramids. Cairo. New York. Pizza. Chrysler Building. Shiny. Pretty. Sharp. Swords. Samurai. Japan. Video games. Metal Gear: Solid. Eiffel65. Paris. Europe. Greece. Jews. Hammers. Mallots. Ballot. Ralph Nader. Green. Rainbow. Lucky Charms. Breakfast. The ^Ñ80s. Childhood. Happiness. Friends. Izabelle. Izabelle^Òs coming over in a bit...
EARTH HAS AT TIMES BEEN FROZEN IN TIME AND SPACE
je suis un poulet bete
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Les Mouches
Fractinons man, you can't get to the moon with fractions. It's like wow man: WOW. It's like he's got your number and it feels good man. It's all about fractions.
Frisbetarians believe that when they die their soul goes up onto the roof and they cant get it down.
As we stand under the giant egg that is the sun's son, we hold ice-cream hands and dream of far better ambidextrous right-wingers to fall through the cracks. Noone knows...noone knows.
An Unknown Agent
DONT MAKE ME BE A MISTER BIG MAN AND MAKE A FOOL OUT OF MYSELF YOU COCKSUCKERS! I'M GOD AND YOU'RE FUCKIN GOING TO HELL GODDAMMIT!
Functionless Haiku
free-stye rants and screeds,
dropping down in white boxes . . .
cent less art is made.
An Unknown Agent
u matherfackers
There is another Eddie Encino out there that I want the world to know about. He is the Daytime Eddie Encino, not to be confused with the Nighttime Eddie Encino. I am the Nighttime, he is the Daytime. I don't care for him. He has a Volvo, probably rubs his own ass in the day. He's the one who can't talk to chicks. He drinks coffee. I prefer the liquor. We both smoke, so that's cool. He's okay. I'm too tough on him.
and stuff.
That won't be necessary.
Actually none of this is necessary, per se. Formalities and
bypasses aside, where would we, who couldn't get laid in a
whorehouse, go on a Friday night if not for places like this.
I know, I know. The Lincoln bedroom. It is here that I
use the fortress-like nature of this virtual locus in
contemplation of age-old conundrums like:
If someone says It's raining, what does It refer to?
~~ blank stare ~~
http://home.kscable.com/dozzent/
Hmm... OSAP, school... Ahh, yes, there's still one missing. Why doesn't anybody ever tell the Unix geeks that The Real World defines the verb `finger' differently *before* they use it The Way God Intended in mixed company?
I have now found my home. I thank you. I am a gypsy no more.
why not primitivism
Even the most anti-social people thinks it's odd to be alone
and stuff.
This view through broken glass offers little comfort, but can provide sufficient anonymity. Anxious and frustrated with this day like some artist well into his third year without images or ideas to paint. There are so many memories fighting to free themselves from hazy obscurity and remind me of something uncomfortable. Waking up in the back of some smoke-filled dinner thearte outside of London. Sprawled across two chairs with my legs dangling off and my head resting in the lap of a beautiful woman whose face was not familiar. I hated her for trying to be my savior and keeping me from being my own victim. Slowely i relieved her of the weight of my head and heavier yet, the load upon my shoulders. Months later in an unfortunate situation i learned that her name had been Catherine, at least that is what the man told me as she lay lifeless on the pavement. Cat, as i am sure i would have called her if we did exchange names, lie there 7 stories down from the apartmen!
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t that i had been loaded at the night before. Even in the absense of life her eyes were tormented, those same eyes that i had avoided when she awoke in the thearte. I mumbled something about using the restroom and walked out the front door of the thearte when i escaped her sight. I rationalized that i was preventing her from caring deeper for me and the regret that would ultimately sting her someday. As i stepped into that suffocating fog, i squinted for an address and a street name to orient myself. My body ached thoroughly from my bed in there and from sobriety's fierce clawing. Instintively i reached into my pockets to discover what i had lost and gain from the nights passing. Well, she must have loved what i was last night a little because i could feel the paper and coins still in my left pant's pocket. If I had the opportunity i would have taken everything from her. A year and a half of wandering these streets hardens and cools your heart. Compassion is not a su!
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rvivalist's emotion, these damp alleys had beaten love out of me. Even the love for myself. I have injured many hearts intentionally and felt nothing or sometimes i even gained some dark pleasure in their vulnerability to me. Looking at where she ended her life just twwo months time and a few miles from where i had hurt her, feelings unfamiliar crept up in me. Remorse opened a sore in my mouth that has yet to heal. When i walked out of the thearte she was left with utter disappointment and bitter realizations. Despite what my vices and insecurities told her, I did not want to know her or touch her and maybe no one else did either. The compressing forces of loneliness and a lesson that i learned and passed on to her may have further propelled a downward spiral. My hatred for her has deepened because she became the reason that i cannot close my eyes without seeing that blank stare she held and wondering if she pictured my face when she decided to succumb to this world's !
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relentless nawing. I 've prayed to all the gods that whatever piece of her heart that held me had blackened and been lost long before her decent. My sedations have had to be intensified and lengthened for fear that the night I spent with Cat may come back to me. I am terrified to remember the texture of her lips and the scent of her body. I know i must have carressed her face gently for a second before fear repressed my hands. Above all i don not want to remember her ever looking up at me with those eyes, and seeing a glimmer of the beginnings of love and her faith in me. I know that image, and the realization that i can make another human feel joy, will never let me feel justified in giving in to my hopelessness.
deafboy
will all the one-dimensional morons please shut up! i tire of your shallow, ignorant, insipid, and trite rhetoric. no one understands how stupid we all are anymore. everyone has an opinion on everything, regardless of how little they know about it. and, of course, "the other side is ALWAYS wrong, how could they possibly be so stupid and inconsiderate!! i just can't believe that!" no one ever stops to consider that the other side is saying the same damn thing and both sides are at least part wrong, if not completely. arrogance and ignorance and volume has always been a dangerous combination. get perspective, information, and shut up and listen for a while. then MABYE you will have something worthwhile to say. can you imagine how bad things would be if this was a true democracy we lived in?!!
An Unknown Agent
No.
Ivan Mrak - The Red Mars
An Unknown Agent
Fuck you and the fucking world. Laura Baldwin sucks
I think - therefore I am - or am I?
An Unknown Agent
Im the scat man...scee bop du bop un bop, du bop um bop, skibbly sniki pat un bop , unscat un bop.
we must all remember our roots. The foundation of human nature is nature. We have forgone our true selves in exchange for coca cola, microsoft, divorce, suicide, and cops tv to name a few. This poor planet. Her creatures see us and cry for this child has gone awry.
Just looking for insite just a point of view.. the truths keeps
contridicting the future holds no clue..
Supervolcanoes will destroy modern civ.
a lake gathering pebbles unwinds a blissful turbulence
dork
Voch! Fizzbitch! Gransalanctum forage rackdoon believers.
Joshua the Nordic degenerate
wigga da wigga dawack gnomes live inside your cellulose I disobey youre dummies I hate you all you retarded slime bile locusts
Stephanotis
"Take away the right to say 'FUCK' and you take away the right to say 'Fuck the government!'" - Lenny Bruce
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[guitar] [drums] [bell] [cymbal crash that sounds like cymbals crashing]
hope you enjoyed that.
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Death
"There is no such thing as truth. There are only points of view" Niechie (sp). So true, yet so morbid. Truth and morbid are the same thing. Thats how sad and degenerated this world is. Freedom won't exist in 25 years or so. Maybe it doenst even exist now, and maybe we dont know it.
what does this all mean? I'm tired and confused, oh help me
An Unknown Agent
You know too much already. Leave it at that.
An Unknown Agent
I will use the transmitter implanted in my head to break the chartruce silence and use the zombie parakeets to kill you all. GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
An Unknown Agent
and uh............that's all i have to say about that
Everything I do is fucking meant for you. IF you don't like it, then I get pissed. Why the hell should I even care. Cause my father ditched me after establishing a bonding relationship with a 5 yr old. I am positive thats what made me who I am today. Fuck IT. I want to hear what you have to say.
boy
We as society are bound by our birth to do what is right.
There is no such thing as different views of right and
wrong, there is just the truth. I see people everyday
staring at me and my friends as if we were ignorant punks,
the very thing we fight against. I believe that this is a futile attemt to put their pitiful existance on a different
plain so they can feel superior. This is one of the worst
crimes of humanity I have ever heard or seen. As a species,
we have a basic knowledge of our need for unity. So when
these yuppie baby-boomers look at me like I am some kind of
idiot, I can take pleasure in the knowledge that I am smarter than them in more than way. And if any of them dare to talk to me I will show them that I am just as worth
the effort as they are. Oh, and to the ones who don't think so, I've got a big FUCK YOU to offer them.
I know a girl, Amy. She is the sweetest thing I've known in quite a while. She has split with her man, but she wants him back. He doesn't want anything serious, but she would like it. He needs to wise up and realize what he had, but he's a big dummy. As she floats around pondering the questions of a love sick poet, he mills around her trying to be her friend. I don't think he know what he wants, or for that matter, what he gave up. I feel as though the whole world could use a bit of emotional flouride. The machoism that infests the lives of men around the world, and annoys the piss out of the true romantics.
An Unknown Agent
i cant live for u anyore so stay the hell away
Why are religions so institutionalized and why don't the faithful beleive?
An Unknown Agent
WIGGLE! Hey, all of you: YES YOU! Your hearts are bleeding, feel it! You're alive, feel it! When you die, you will feel it. Life and death are equal parts of existence. Don't fear either one, celebrate both.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh.
Where do Hawians go on vacation? Does anybody actually live in Las Vegas? Where do angels go when they die?
I do not "rant". I cant.
An Unknown Agent
Fuck you all I ain't telling you what a stogma is. No way!
I just wanted to add! I pillaged this when I had to do cgi.
-bin
What the fuck mutherfucker? Why can't you just leave?
Why can't I just leave.
Well, whaddya think of my new one?
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Atilla
I know I'm sane. Because I rounded up the voices in my head,
and had them shot.
It will all work out in the end.
bah! i like cheese! it's one of the only things i really take pleasure in anymore. and beware the cap'n, he wants to take over your berain because if he fulfills his bargain with the aliens who invented colgate as a mind-control device the cap'n will be the unquestioned leader of humanity?
An Unknown Agent
I am, I am Superman, I can do anything.
We,the mentally-ill are a chosen people! We are highly intelligent,full of good humor,introspective,sometimes sad,generally glad,not all of our "Voices" are bad. We need to "UNITE" as One Voice to Educate the rest of society and remove the barriers that lie before us. God does not create Junk!! :>) :>)
We,the mentally-ill are a chosen people! We are highly intelligent,full of good humor,introspective,sometimes sad,generally glad,not all of our "Voices" are bad. We need to "UNITE" as One Voice to Educate the rest of society and remove the barriers that lie before us. God does not create Junk!! :>) :>)
We,the Mentally-Ill need to educate the rest of our society
in a positive way. To show others that we are not "Monsters",we have feelings,dreams,and desires to become the best that we can be in our lives and contribute to our society!! :>) :>)
just a question...
where do you go when you're exhausted from this?
An Unknown Agent
I've learned we've all become too stupid to relax.
you have a bumper sticker on your SUV supporting the "free Tibet" movement.
Why don't you start your concern with the USA and its effects on Mexico's economy.
If a Tibetian moved in next door to you, you would call them a "gook".
Stop stealing spirituality. god doesn't care. I should spank your parents for not spanking you.
they are allways watching us so be careful
"...and then the penguin said 'But that's not my suit!!'" To
this, the walrus replied "Mmmmmmmmm! Hamburgerrrrr!"
the eye has a light part and a dark part. one can only see through the dark part.
Stay on target...STAY ON TARGET! AAARRRRGGGHHHHH!
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An Unknown Agent
It is a well known fact that all governments, banks, religious organisations, multinational corporations and other institutions are controlled by the Free Masons. Please be warned. I think this site is probably controlled by them too.
so i sez hey you wanker nnaagh... 8%?! oh no they're after your kids!!!(wakes up in a ditch two days later with bruises and a broken arm) beware WANTON DETRUCTION OV TEENAGE MINDS, america the cause of it all
yeah, there's no such thing of a lot of things. I wish everyone thought as much as I do.
Think of a color that you've never seen. What would it look like? Do you feel that?
Someone like me, is there such thing?
Sanna
WHY ME ? My genius torments me
ook
BEEEEEEEEEEER-SIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNN!!!
the rabbit
If this gets out there will be death to those who have read this......
And this goes for "the fox"
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"THEM" drv grnLTD &(mdl)
Rn whn uC "THEM"!!!!
the "RABBIT"
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An Unknown Agent
One ringy dingy too many.
What's a screed? It sounds like some medieval medical instrument.
No Comment.
berflaggen
It's not that I must swallow a bitter pill; it's actually a sweet pill disguised as a piece of dogmatism. But does that false dogma render itself incorrect, or rather - since what other reference points do we have? - factually inaccurate? My guess, proabbly, is "no".
Legion
You believe yourselves to be individuals, but you all fear the same things, cry for the same reasons, think about the same thoughts.
What you should know is that you are not all puppets, but different parts to the same puppet, being forced towards the same end by the same hand.
An Unknown Agent
Eschatology is dead
simple
psychic maturbation is dead
period
the jizm spouted never fertilized any eggs
it is sterile as glass
Let's pretend I'm Salome and bring me the head of George Bush so I can flush it down the loo. :P~~~~~
What if you were just born and your entire life has been a
figment of your infant mind. You don't look like you look
You're not even human
There is no earth
And all the things that made you cry were just a dream
And now you wake up...
Only to nurse on something that looks like a lemur tit
And you have hairy hands
Sex is fun, but I won't find out how fun for another couple years. But, since society's collapse is imminent, I may die a virgin. The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley.