Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Don't Forget To Clean Behind Your Ears!

Shit from myspace to transfer here. SOme different stuff.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Cute girls

Fucking underrated.

Fuck that glam shit.

Saturday, December 08, 2007
Gold is gold

What is success? Why does it have to be money. I don't want it to be, it only complicates everything even more than it already is. My currency has now turned over to happiness. Sure the exchange rate isn't that great sometimes but gold is gold. What weighs more: a million pounds of gold or a million pounds of dollar bills. Your choice. Mine goes to gold.

Go life.

More chiptune is needed.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Listening to: Dubmood - The Mighty Pirate Sessions Vol. 1 (because myspace is dumb)

Off topic. Rock beats everything.


Im writing a paper on piracy. Support it. Why do I care about a record company, though there are good ones out there, that will just take the money and use it for their on expenses like coke parites and "dinner meetings."

Music, movies, games, writing is art. Art should be free. Everyone should be exposed to it free of charge unless it goes to help preserve it such as museums and concerts. Christo and Jeanne-Claude, those who made the gates in New York, didn't have people pay to see it. So why should others make us pay.


Monday, December 10, 2007

Fuck is all there is to say.

I slept with a model

It happened. Yes. Real deal. Fo sho. Nigga whats up.


Tuesday, December 11, 2007
My favorite ride

This is for the time that was great. Though it's seemed as if they have gone down hill, who knows. Maybe it's a complete lie? Has it gone up?

Why am I still riding this god damn rollercoaster...When does it fucking end. It's made of gold, why? Why not those classic wooden ones. Sure they can't do loops but its sure as hell still going to make me shit myself and laugh.

I think I missed it. The line still seems to be the same though. Still havn't figured out where it starts and ends. I feel like im right in the middle of the line somewhere moving but with no sense of direction. It's become almost nauseating but enjoyable. Obsessing over this wait. Its just a rollercoaster isn't it?

No. I don't think so.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

The French language is the The Great Balfa Family.

Rags to riches.

I am a rag. Used only when needed and just thrown off to the side as if it was nothing.

Maybe sometime soon I'll be the towel. Always wanted after being washed up. Cleaning all the filth making others look beautiful.

Friday, December 14, 2007
Random Thoughts

Blah. Entrance to a Normandy castle located on a cliff. The sky is clear. Open. Light shining on his face. Things.

She sits there as he waits. Wanders off. Goes to be thrilled goes for the frill.Christ. Kittens. Lol cats, they make me laugh and they may you laugh as well. Don't piss yourself when you watch a kangaroo with a pet dog and a best friend that's a cow.

Take caution.

Saturday, December 15, 2007
Bitch you ain’t no nerd?

Haha. Looks whos showing some nerd, cute.

I fucking love you.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007
That Right Ain’t Shit.

I recieved the new Books DVD that they played when I saw them few months ago.
Holy shit it's just amazing. It's basically perfection.

Today I drove for an antique that im hoping someone will enjoy. Though I found out they don't make the certain materials in order for it to work, I think the fact that it is what it is will make them cream. I know I creamed...twice. Fucking br00tal.

Christmas already fuck.

Fruits of our Labor

Apple Sauce.

Those are the fruits of our labor.

Thursday, December 20, 2007
Day I got cookie.

I got a fortune cookie today. I thought the fortune was actually pretty good compared to the other shit you get these days.

I'll post it sometime.

Friday, December 21, 2007
Veni Vidi Vici

It's just a lie though. It never really happened.

Interesting talk tonight with Jack, Hoffman, Dew, and Ellie. Well really Ellie and I were watching the Street Fighter II demo on my 360 for about an hour.

But here it is: What is it at this moment that you want that would make you content. Being content is all that really matters. And it can be small and stupid like a glass of water, it doesn't matter. If it makes you happy, great.

I want to cuddle.
Bring the cuddlness.
I want to converse about how weird growing up is and the fact that being five years old is the perfect age.

Let's talk about the truth.
There is none.
Go home.

This is dumb. Don't absorb any of this.

Beauty has made me want people more.

Saturday, December 22, 2007
Cookies of Mass Fortune.

Joy comes form adventure today.

Time to shake the world up.

Let's fucking do it.

Sunday, December 23, 2007
It goes with the tides.


Monday, December 24, 2007

It's a shade of green.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Chocolate vinyl

Festivities were on par. Plastic dubplates that stil need to be listened to and make ears joyful.

Sitting here thinking still.

Expressive shirts

Sitting at the dinning room table of my cousins house I remember Volcom is cool and have sweet quotes on their clothing. I look at the tag on my shirt and read. It made me go fuck yes. And maybe it will for you too.

"Be true to yourself and you will never fall"

Hell yes. Why can't we have more positive motivations in our lives?
Go make someone feel good. They've earned it and deserved it since forever.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Immunity doesn’t seem to work

And i still seem to look at things i shouldn't.

Saint Nick brought some dank shit. Then I recieved a sickness from nowhere. Word! Wakes me up at 6, it's rad as hell.

I holla'd a popped collah the other day. No that's a lie.

Thursday, December 27, 2007
From a friend of mine

First, there is a mountain
then, there was you
Frank Weaver the truth
ouf of thread.

We are all just missing.

<3 Jack.

It's sweetness awesome.

Friday, December 28, 2007
Trigonometric Expressive Fucktions

Look at this kid
when he goin' pro

Look at the cum
on his eyebrow

That shits classy rad old school.

There are load expressive noises behind me haunting getting louder and louder.
Repative, crash. Again. The build ends

Alternative mix to the feelings. Blood shot eyes. Mountainous escapades from the....CRASH.

The women scream in need of sexual pleasures form a man on a horse. They only recieve a sword through thy chest. Let's turn this around. On itselff in a cave. Hats off to poor old men.

We are the saddle in he upwards creek.

Blank moments like this we should cherish FOREVER. The awkward-ness can only become comfortable. Im comfortable as I write this.

I told him to stop calling me retarded.

I am craving for something. In the jungle. Lush with decaying flora. Entangled by the roots there are oranges covered with baby spiders growing at expodential rates. Why has the moon taken the spiders away from the mother.

This is amazingly stupendously awesomly amazing. Yes. Five times platinum album. Thriller.

"Suck on my balls" - G

Straight to my heart, Meldin Jewlers!...

Im really not listening to Yo La Tengo.

Saturday, December 29, 2007
Bullion Cubes

Salt turns sweet in your mouth after a while.

Classic Crew of Shit

Amazing sky. Dark. Black. DEAD.
I swing from the trees, I swing.
Don't fall hard of the Pillows of Saul
It's discomforting so. The plane is stable

We plan to
fight at dawn
for the rights
or spectacular
dawn of sheep

Dear Dolly,
It's the wool.
Not you.

Sunday, December 30, 2007
Laughing backstage

At the silly shit that unravles from the bandana I wear.

Monday, December 31, 2007
Shaking the Railroads Trailers

I age in three days to the most useless age. What the hell can one do at that age. Nothing.

False positives. Contra Positives. Negative Positives.
Heads. Tails. Coins.

This is getting wierd. The Alchemist says otherwise, but I still disagree with his philosophies on herding lost camels.

Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Last planet standing

Well actually, it just passed out a few hours ago. On a side note the cranberrys are still fermenting to their fullest extent. This is going to be a great boxing day in America.

America where the sun shines and we still all whine. Grand 'ol place to live. Let's get the fuck out of here. Move in a tree, with the rest of the wooly mammouths.

After the ice melts, it reforms in a selectve location determined by those who welcome the ice. Who might these people be? Cutter knows.

Cutter. Legendary.

Thursday, January 03, 2008
The cliche of a turnip from animal crossing

Quothe thy raven, "Fuck them bitches up, ima rape em and get 'em pregnant, get 'em pregnant, get 'em pregnant."

we gon do a bol? - _| aka Ja

Ima geting sucked for an epic film. No it was a joke because it never happened. Where has this leg gone? My manbearpigseagulflyswatter. I made one the other night it flocked with flash bangs. I flashed my pet walrus it was shocked that I only gave him one pound of olives. Crushed olives. Little Miss Sunshine.

Hezbollah. Shi'ite. Sunni. Kurds and the whales from sea to shining seals. Farms of local cattle herding pig squeeling cup cakes. Too many cuppy cakes. No stop it. Im done.

Never enough. Never enough. Never ever fucking enough. Yeah it is.

À la mode. Barack Obama, Barack Obama, Barack Obama BOOM BOOM! What the fuck this is christmas! Multiple castrated Cactaur from Final Fantasy. Use Leviathan, always max damage and you get 120 AP to master some materia. Word.

I consider this fail. Master of puppets. No Metallica is terrible to end.

Sugar Cinnamon. PTM Fucking classic. Ima cruise that bowl of soup in my face. It's going to melt off, like my shadow priest. Im a fucking cunt. When are they fucking touring again...


Friday, January 04, 2008
They asked for a ride

but I didn't have any room in any of my watermelons. I felt bad. I drove home. They stayed.

Pass the rolling paper

i need to fix the flower pots. My sunflowers are getting so big and lovely! We can just dismember their beautiful faces once they are full grown adults. Their children take away from them, their lives destroyed. Crushed like a shell. Get it...?

"No thanks, I had Reese's for breakfast" and I'm bike "No way, you had whey protein powder for breakfast?" She replies, "Not whey protein powder! Reese's puffs cereal!" So she sliiiiides me a bowl. I crunch into it and WHAM! My mouth goes crazy! That smooth combo of peanut butter and chocolate-y taste attacking my taste buds! She zips my pants back up and says "And it's part of this complete breakfast!"

"Sheperd! Sheperd wake up!" Professor Kleiner starts to weep. "Sheperd don't fucking die on me you bastard!"

Mass amounts of people meet in front of a binary code:
10111010 01001010 00100000 01100100 01101001 01100100 00100000 01101001 01110100.
This is a real message if anyone would like to decode and later let me know if it's correct.

Alakazam, Kadabra, Abra. Said this way only increases the likely hood of an intersteller kitten wrestling match. Only the top kittens of select animal shelters can compete in the most, intensive, hardcore, in-your-face CUTE CONTEST. Only two kittens per shelter may enter to compete.

She worked well. She knew how to work well under preasure. That's good for this type of job. It was clear to her that this was a team effort. Everyone had their own part to do this together.
The built a companion cube. Cracks, keygen and serial search engine. Only the best can know about this. Fall the truth on killer teeth. Spoiled with an altered suit made specially for a homoerotic vaginal infestation. No. Yes? I guess it will happen some day. There really isn't any other way to make bread.

Time for a nap with a slaughtered llamande. Yellow llamas, they exist. Or is it just gold? False habbits lead to true meanings. Truth leads to happiness, which leans in toward the goal of gold. Trauma rama. Drama rama. Karma rama. Sauced kiwi.

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