anyone else smell chlorine?

always cappin on cats for not learnin they lessons well

a long time ago i had like 50-100 works of poetry prose and such online saved and such but in my aol account, then we had to kill aol and it all got lost. I swore to myself then and there that i would print every future piece. We recently had to kill it again, far less wasted cuz i cant write anymore but all gone, including several pieces from other cats. its sort of like forced closure on periods of life, thoughts and such.

dont worry when the world ends i'll just call "bullshit"

i was gonna make soap this summer, that did not happen. Its pretty sad really. One day i will make some good soap.

sorry for all these weak posts, i wrote a really long one last night and decided i didnt actually mean any of the shit i was saying so i done erased it. It was pretty conceited anyway. i just been working these days, goin out after, no big deal major plans elude us until next week. Dylan and the dead on sunday, 311 O.A.R on tuesday i think, friday that light show on radio k sunday the big show. (cd release party go to the site if u want info)

hmm not that these people will check but if i dont see jessica or jenny or natasha this week its not my fault i mean i tried, i called everyone at least twice or something.

"stay humble take it the slow way as im allowed." jf

matt my comp freezes everytime i go to your site any thoughts?
thats a damn shame no?

"I create speech in the form of rhyming lyric, i dont intend to please the masters just my mind and spirit, the masters are indifferent or inclined to fear it, so we hit em with the hook that sounds sweet." ~pleasure pause ("masters" that was a guess not really sure)

I haven't had aol for the past few days due to some glitch in my comp, but uh coming back i realized i had nothing to post about. So I was gonna just wait a little longer and be like many of my peers in the blogging community, but then aimee gave me something to post about, she started a blog. So she must've gotten bored just reading, anyway, uh linkage, and uh also jenni mentioned me by name in a recent post and i felt very uh honored. didnt know what to say though. It just occurred to me that i dont have her and matt on my site, i dont think. Thats pretty fucked up since i been reading their stuff for like months now. uh adjusted.

According to tim
"This website has been blocked. Its contents violate the St. Louis Park
School District acceptable use policy. partial/artistic nudity, full nudity,
sexual acts/text http://216.34.7.189:80/"

Um pleasure pause this saturday at the cabooze 18 plus 7bucks 21 plus 5 bucks, sounds like age discrimination to me.

Also anyone down to visit chris in treatment tomorrow?

also scrap that whole chasing deal, im thuroughly convinced now that i have stumbled into a new form of egotism that keeps me from appreciating things. (though that also just sounds like depression) so maybe i am thuroughly depressed but i dont have any reason. so that would be stupid. Maybe im just over analyzing maybe im just being more egotistical, maybe i like and create drama.

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in the future, if i ever get a wire fence (probably wont happen) Im gonna tell everyone its electric, just to see if they touch it.


this whole appreciation thing is cuz i havent loved anything in awhile, i mean other then myself (hence the chasing idea, but then i just really thought about it and it expanded to everything.)

i need love, the other day i talked to god for like an hour and then blew him off the rest of the day. this is a problem. Everything is handed my way, and i have nothing to fight for, no need to have faith. The problem with coping.

can someone bring down my pride a little? cuz i dont seem to be able to do it myself anymore. believe me its necessary

Hmm am i unhappy?

somebody (i know who, u dont know who) said something about this week seeming really boring like there was nothing to do. I said to the person, "its been like that all summer."
they said "no it didnt feel like that, cuz"
and then we said at the same time something along the lines of cuz hey was chasing.

Thats a poker term as well, but u know like chasing amy, chasing tail, chasing love. Not that any of those things are the same, more as in you chase them, it gives u something to do, fills ur days with joy and wonderment. I generally think of this as unhealthy, i mean. If its a relationship then ur no longer chasing, but if ur chasing, its just drama. I tend to like to pretend im above that now, but as the days go by i get more and more tired, more sad, more bored and i sort of wish i could do the summer fling thing too. But no, we gonna stay on top of our game and not cause drama too much. tis nice though no?

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My dad seems to talk to me now like hes my pal, sort of like i can come to him with problems, which is nice, cuz its what i been wanting from him for a long time. In fact i asked him to do that when i was 17, its weird how time flies though, i feel like that was yesterday.

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along with that last bit comes this thought i was wondering about, cuz this shit is almost a year in the making i think, err rather this blog has been around for quite a while, and i was wondering if i had grown up at all, or changed, or outgrown or shrunk. Wondering about some sort of progress in life, some sort of new direction or old direction taken a step further. I was going to as part of this read myself some of the shit i wrote then, but uh, well i havent done it yet. i dont really think i have changed at all. Any differing opinions. i'd love to see what people who havent been around think of me now in comparison but i dont know any. or cant get in touch. or something.
sort of self indulgent but isnt it important to see what u have done?
I wonder why its getting harder to notice change in myself, or am i just not changing enough. maybe less costumes? maybe just accustomed to this one so much.
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As part of this weird *unhappy, tired, sad, thing* i havent been think or speaking or writing very clearly, which is pretty bad since im already horrible at it.

hmm just for the record, i understand the fact that my facial hair/neck hair is rather disturbing and gross, howeva it does have two advantages other then just the laziness and female comments thing (um when i shave people think im a girl, which doesn't make sense but oh well)

So reason numero uno: i think when people see grubby people they dont necessarily feel they need to impress them, and no one needs to try to impress me.

Reason numero dos: whether its gross or not, it does make me look at least 6 months older then I am, which whether we like it or not does have a sort of authoritarian side to it (age I mean) and whether I like to admit it or not, I am a pretty authoritative guy. I mean I give orders like no one's business. So It helps in a sense, me to give orders, but also so that others don't have to get all mad because they feel im their age and giving orders, my hope is subconsciously they will add on age and thus authority because of the facial hair and be able to drop their pride so that they can receive my "orders" as it were. Which i really only try to give when they are needed, however confront a brotha if im being a dick, for i surely am sometimes.

Im not a big sports dude, but my family gets into it so im gonna go with Kobe on this one. I mean lets just look at this quickly from an outside perspective. Dude makes millions of dollars, is relatively handsome, and is a fuckin good basketball player (so I've heard) so obviously he has women all over him basically. Im not saying they are the brightest women, or that he is right in taking advantage of he star power. however the world works this way, and so with that many options, why would he pick the one who says no? not that she said no, im sure she said yes and is waiting for a big fat settlement check.

theres my 2 cents and probably the only sports post i will ever write. Now i'm off to work.

Anyone ever heard of damien rice?

i saw a video on mtv 2 and downloaded some songs, and im liking em.

cant really describe cuz all the songs though similar take different turns, which is a good thing. Also i cant tell if the girls get any credit, i checked out a webpage and it said Damien Rice singer song writer, and i was like "yo arent there a couple of chicas in the band? what do they do if its just him?"

Ever have one of those days where u kind of wonder if u ever woke up?

no like u have been sleeping/dreaming all day, but u kind of feel like life never hit, never fully awake.

I received this in an e mail and havent read anything other then it, but i figured some of yall might find it interesting/disgusting
"LuAnne Sorrell, Reporter
Bizarre Game Targets Women: Hunting for Bambi: Parts 1 & 2

(July 10) -- It's a new form of adult entertainment, and men are
paying thousands of dollars to shoot naked women with paint ball
guns.
They're coming to Las Vegas to do it. This bizarre new sport has
captured the attention of people around the world, but Channel 8
Eyewitness News reporter LuAnne Sorrell is the only person who has
interviewed the game's founder.

George Evanthes has never been hunting. "Originally I'm from New
York.
What am I going to hunt? Squirrels? Someone's cats. Someone's
dogs? I
don't think so," said Evanthes. Now that he's living in Las Vegas ,
he's finally getting his chance to put on his camouflage, grab a rifle and
pull the trigger, but what's in his scope may surprise you. He's not
hunting ducks or even deer. He's hunting woman. Naked women.

"I've done this three times," says Nicole, one of the three women
allowing themselves to be shot at. "I've done this seven times," says
Skyler, another woman participating. "I've done it seven times," says
Gidget the third woman.

Hunting for Bambi is the brain child of Michael Burdick. Men pay
anywhere from $5000 to $10,000 for the chance to come to the middle
of
the desert to shoot what they call "Bambi's" with a paint ball gun.
Burdick says men have come from as far away as Germany. The men
get a
video tape of their hunt to take home and show their friends.

Burdick says safety is a concern, but the women are not allowed to
wear protective gear -- only tennis shoes. Today while the Eyewitness News
cameras were rolling, one woman chose to wear bikini bottoms but normally
all they wear is their birthday suits.

Burdick says hunters are told not shoot the women above the chest,
but
admits not all hunters follow the rules. "The main goal is to be true as
true to nature as possible. I don't go deer hunting and see a deer with a
football helmet on so I don't want to see one on my girl either," said
Burdick.

The paint balls that come out of the guns travel at about 200 miles
per hour. Getting hit with one stings even with clothes on, and when
they hit bare flesh, they are powerful enough to draw blood.

Evanthes shot one of the women and says, "I got the one with the
biggest rack."

Gidget is the one who took the paint ball shot to the rear. She says, "It
hurt. It really hurt. I didn't think it was going to be that bad. When
asked if she cried she says,"yeah, a little bit."

So why do women agree to strip down and run around the desert
dodging
paint balls? Nicole says it's good money. "I mean it's $2500 if you
don't get hit. You try desperately not to and it's $1000 if you do,
said Nicole.

Now both the men and women say this is all good, clean fun, but in
Part 2 of this story, reporter LuAnne Sorrell spoke with a
psychologist who says for some men playing out this sexual
aggression
may lead to other more violent acts against women.

********************

The webpage for the "game" states this: "You can actually hunt one of our
Bambi sluts and shoot her with paintballs while we film the whole thing
and tape it for your own home video. We will send you a complete list of
wall hangers to choose from once your reservation is confirmed for your
hunt. With over 30 women ready to be chased down and shot like dogs we
guarantee a wide variety of Bambi's to choose from. Whether it is a fat
ass cow or a perfect 10 we have an abundance of these beauties. So if you
are the ultimate sportsman and are seeking the ultimate adrenaline rush
then come out to our ranch and shoot one of these nagging whinny bitches
where it hurts and shut her the f[...] up. Then mount her like a "Real
Man"." It states that the $10,000 price includes airfare and "Mount (not
for virgins, you figure it out)."

Michael Burdick's webpage makes it clear that his "service" is about
hating, hunting, and raping women primarily for revenge. And in Las
Vegas, this business is legal.

Perhaps instead of just feeling shock, rage, or hopelessness we should do
a letter writing campaign. I encourage you to contact Las Vegas Mayor
Michael L. Montandon and City Council members with your reaction and a
plea to look into this and close it down or clean it up

********************

TEMPLATE FOR YOUR OWN LETTER
Oscar Goodman, Mayor
Larry Brown, Michael Mack, Lawrence Weekly and Gary Reese, Councilmen
Lynette B. McDonald and Janet Moncrief, Councilwomen

E-mail: mayor-ogoodman@ci.las-vegas.nv.us,
councilman-lbrown@ci.las-vegas.nv.us, councilman-mmack@ci.las-vegas.nv.us,
councilman-lweekly@ci.las-vegas.nv.us,
councilman-greese@ci.las-vegas.nv.us,
councilwoman-lmcdonald@ci.las-vegas.nv.us,
councilwoman-jmoncrief@ci.las-vegas.nv.us
Sent: Monday, July 14, 2003 6:55 PM Subject: a plea for your support

Dear Mayor Goodman and Council Members,

As have many people around the world, today I learned that in your
lovely city a thriving business exists that promotes hate, revenge,
and violence toward women.

Michael Burdick's business Hunting for Bambi advertises that men can
"actually hunt one of our Bambi sluts and shoot her with paintballs
while we film the whole thing and tape it for your own home video."
They note that "With over 30 women ready to be chased down and
shot
like dogs we guarantee a wide variety of Bambi's to choose from.
Whether it is a fat ass cow or a perfect 10 we have an abundance of
these beauties." This is not about sport, it is about revenge, hate, and
the rape of women, which is clear by Burdick's invitation to "come out to
our ranch and shoot one of these nagging whinny bitches where it hurts and
shut her the f[...] up. Then mount her like a "Real Man"."

This is not some frightening white supremacist, militia cult hiding in the
desert where women are abused. This is a thriving business in your city
advertised with a two-part special on your own local news. But the news
did not say that the price of $10,000 includes not only airfare but rape:
"Mount (not for virgins, you figure it out)."

I can't imagine that even laws as radical as Las Vegas's prostitution laws
allow for this kind of business.

I beseech you to look into this immediately and make it clear that
this kind

of thing is not what Las Vegas is about and these men who pay
thousands of dollars to come to your city to legally hunt and rape
your women are not the kind of consumers from whose money your
city
wishes to benefit.

The world sometimes seems beyond any hope, but please don't let
something this horrifying succeed. Years of hard work by psychologists and
feminist scholars have made many companies stop using depictions of
violence toward women to promote everything from perfume to stockings in
their advertising. We have come a long way in the struggle to stop
violence and degradation toward women. Don't let the world think that Las
Vegas is on the cutting edge of promoting it.

Please let me know what your administration plans to do about this.

With faith in your wisdom,

(Your name and affiliation)
(Your address)

------- End of forwarded message -------

update on friend in trouble with the law- yes thats right he running from an old west sheriff who always gets his man or something.
Anyway hes out on house arrest until tuesday when he will be sent to treatment for 2 months (plus)
He can have no visitors below 20 years of age, but can talk on the phone.

He might say something on here to give more of an update.

Can I use the excuse that if i fell sleep twice after being awake for more than an hour, i must'v been actually tired and not just sleeping in cuz im lazy today.

According to the clock its 9:44 in the AM.

Some of you are now saying to yourselves, "Mike, awake in the morning, maybe he didn't go to bed."

But I did.
Now you're saying "oh this must be some impostor for Mike would never be awake this early."
You'd be wrong, on this occasion.

All I know is that at some point my entire family woke up, my mother woke me up to say something about a refrigerator repairman coming, and then i couldn't get back to sleep, spending at least an hour in bed choreographing salsa moves, and moaning from heart burn (and not he kind of heart pain Elizabeth would have had from dancing yesterday)

Anyway. They all left, and I did some laundry, and fixed my window, and decided I could go back to bed. And that's when it hit me, Melon balls!

You see not only did/do we have both a cantaloupe and a watermelon in my fridge, we also have a little melon ball thingy. Now im not entirely sure where we got it, maybe its a new import from my mom and grant's marriage, i mean we have new knives, glasses, screw drivers, why not a melon ball thing? Maybe we had it all along and my mother had simply chosen not to use it. maybe its not even a melon ball thing and I just thought it was. Either way, from my bed up stairs I decided that we must have one, and was not the least bit surprised when I found one in the kitchen downstairs after a brief search.

I proceeded, cantaloupe, not my favorite but what the hey. I pulled it out, it looked funny so I grabbed a big ass sharp knife, a tool I think every kitchen should have. Cut the damn thing up and went to town with my new melon ball gadget.

Now maybe you are already wondering why IM getting a kick out of this, maybe you think im demented. Maybe you're right. Maybe, anyway this whole thing is new to me. Cuz we never have melon balls, my mom slices the damn thing into pieces with said big ass sharp knife, and you get these half assed cube things and for some reason i always assumed that since there is such a device as a melon ball thingy, they must in some way be superior. Now im not elitist, in no way am I saying that from now on I will only take this superior product, but what I am saying is that occasionally, at 9:30 in the morning when I shouldn't really be awake, I like a bowl full of ball like fruit. And so it is.

So half way through making half asset cantaloupe balls (it didn't really work out as planned, im not a skilled practitioner) I dropped the thing on the floor. I washed it off, not being so OC in the morning when im only half awake. Anyway then i got out the watermelon and it worked better, cuz watermelon is a better fruit (in my opinion) um thats pretty much it, im devouring melon balls as we speak. or read and type or something. peace to the love from the Tizzaf

For the sake of bystanders, there should be a rule about salsa dancing if u cant move your hips, it really makes it less appealing.
not that i can shake my hips or anything. Im just saying we really are ruining a beautiful dance.



Right now is where i make that choice to go get some coke and maybe a snack though the gyro i had an hour ago is still in my belly, stay up a few more hours, choking the night into oblivion and witnessing the new or fall.

I woke up at 5 how can I be tired?

When I was in barcelona i wrote a poem about accepting some personal demons and truths about myself, and i described these demons in various ways including the following "And your hair was sort of red colored, like that bella street performer, the child who danced and danced and danced her days and wrinkles away. Her pigment sort of orange and green, probably too obscene for the old rich folks who's eyes did gleam and side with frustration." The street performer caught my eye that day and she was so very beautiful

today i watched Guster's amsterdam video for the first time and the girl is in the video for a breif second. It was sweet.

I find myself listening to a lot of "somebody's crying" by chris isaak
one of a couple song by him i like, i think he toured with lisa loeb, or at least had her on his show so he cant be too bad a guy.

as I drove home and over to gabs house tonight i found myself speaking in rhymes and riddles and metaphors and all sorts of bullshit about this fog that enveloped our little city. It seemed pretentious to write about it but really, it was a beautiful night. kelsey described the park by her house as being a bowl full of fog, and i imagined it that way even before talking to her.

"i wanna be more than a pretty girl" ~Ani been listening to her a lot lately too. hmm

hmm is right. Nothin to say, im thinking bout backing out of my boys cali trip and that will cause fuss cuz chances are they wont go without me, i dont think i would feel bad if they did. Financial difficulties be the reason.

Ever have one of those kind of dreams about someone you know, and its not like anything has changed between you or anything so you're just left going, "hmm thats um weird..." undoubtedly you enjoyed the dream at the time, but waking up its a bit uncomfy no?

(heh i spared you gross porn by the way, i mean instead of making "those" bold, i could have easily gone with the first idea of sending you to one of the many pop up porn sites i receive each day.)

the problem with the car mat.

so first off steve spilled a half a bag of doritos on the floor mat on the passenger side, and then did not proceed to pick them up, and of course i didnt s the already dirty ass mat was now soiled beyond repair (or so one would think) but anyway a month later crushed doritos still there with at least a few more inches of various garbage like objects (gum and candy wrappers, bottles, cans, paper, magazines, fast food paper bags and such) and basically my car and the floor mat were fucked. So one day ( two days ago) i decided to wake up and clean the damn thing, scrub scrub scrub vaccuum and all sorts of other shit, mins go by like hours, in fact hours go by like hours and im scrubbing away at a dirty ass flor mat that just wont get clean in my brothers shower. (this is a very poorly outslined story)

So i finally get the damn thing to look somewhat, and i do mean somewhat clean. and then throw it out on our deck thing to dry, but then it rains. so i leave it out there vacuum it again to get the water out and let it dry for another day, but then it rains again, so now im basically wondering how to work the son of locomotive cuz the damn thing will not dry.

also heres so band names

*shitty shitty band band
*dolphin it up

dats right they do look like bad band names there but read em out loud, ponder over it for several days and maybe they wont seem so bad anymore.

um from now on when you start a story that you dont really want to finish, and you realize this about mid sentence in, just finish with "blah blah blah and something else." because its sweet,

for example

"So the other day I went fishing and i caught a pepsi can and blah blah blah and something else."
see how that worked?
Now you try. Notice that by saying the rather normal "blah blah blah" but then adding the "and soemthing else" you have now enhanced it to a new level, not just boring "blah blah blah" but "something else" as well.

for serious yo.

Kristen just told me it was just for you that light show is possibly having a few shows coming up and just because i may not be able to go doesnt mean u shouldnt so stay tuned and i'll update ya when i can, (possibly the 19th sat) for you who need to take it off work.


Um I saw guster last night, that was fun, not really what i was expecting but they played a pretty chill show at the zoo and thats cool.
Work and apparently a nother round of edward 40 hands tonight, maybe i will post some pics if someone would show me how.

I have posted things like this before, but i really like this about my brother james

"hey yall, i am changing my cell phone message to include that i work for Dean, but its still my reg phone too so still call it. Also , i dont get a lick a service outside fort dodge where i live, so lways leave messeges or i wont know whats goin on, plus i will be mad lonely so you should call me more. also, i have a spiral staircase, peace yall -j"

I mean obviously its nice that he can be honest about his being lonely but the kicker is that he adds in these small joke things that just make the world. "also i have a spiral staircase" thats great.

Get your Light Show pin!!
ask kristen.
Price varies with what you have in your pocket.

I know I've said this shit before but uh

There is one basic rule if u want to be friends with me (i mean if the circumstances are right to become friends) this rule is pretty simple and mistakes are inevitable by all sides, but the rule is

you gotta try to respect people, try to care for others (and yourself, but not at the cost of others)

This rule is in place only because it is relatively impossible for me to respect and have faith in a person who refuses to do so. Basically I cant be friends with you (see how that worked out?)

Now IM writing this because tomorrow I may have to confront a friend of mine, and im owning up to the fact im disappointed in (the person) because they have strayed from this plan. So yeah....

(added on later)
that seemed sort of self righteous without me saying that i expect and ask my friends to do the same for me. (not that i wont sometimes be defensive)

There was more but fuck it it can wait

Alcohol poured into the wounds, and its self prescribed and self medicated and it hurts.

If you havent heard Ryan and David's New band P.A.J.O.I.C.O.!
have a new single called Bathtub Beatbox and if you havent already listened to it 62 times you are not cool, apparently. Anyway special guest appearance by the man Brendan B of It was just for you, that light show fame, and he also of course produced the damn thing cuz well hes an uplift mofo party plan man.

ooh 311 on the 5th dylan and the dead on the 3erd guster this thursday my concert seeing day be back and i be swinging full. also for future reference, not that we have these plans secured or anything, hell we dont have a van but uh me and my boys will be heading out to cali for a week and a half for kicks, maybe stop in new mexico for som peyote on the way back, find my spirit guide, toss my cookies a bit trip balls for a day or two then sweet straight back to mn just in time to say goodbye to a couple homies and dip out to morris for the intro to a new life. other then that my summer plans consist of sitting on my ass and working the three days a week i get at the fuckin mall.

also tonight i tasted why i dont drink - a small sip of bacardi and im back to my senses that shits nast!

i must come off like a red nosed rubber ducky regurgitating spilt laughter, seeking out shy sadness and a respect for symbiotic life.

hmm now im all nervous cuz i sent a link the site for my future roommate who contacted me via telephono and i didnae receive the message till tonight. so uh hows it going?

uh probably not too cool to have anti 4th of july comments (maybe hes patrotic?) this could be fun or funny or evil and wouldnt that be grand?

hmm i wonder how i come off in written form>>> well i suck at grammar so thats one, he will assume im a slob, i am.
and recent posts have me dancing at shows (what the fuck? i must be gay, im not.) and uh talking about police reports so im a criminal, wrong again. UH non traditonal patriotic (true dat) uh talking about my criminal friend, (who im gonna write to so if anyone has anything for chris d send it my way and i will include it)

uh what else i dunno man. im nervous for no reason, if shit hit the fan then i'll duck like normal and clean it up quick.
what else can u ask?

"did you see what god just did to us man?"

just for the record i never liked this holiday. in fact when i think about it too much it sickens me sort of like the pledge of allegiance and the national anthem

ah beautiful humidity storm, its really rocking out there!


So anyway, in the movies and books and stuff I never really wanted to be the smooth flirtatious guy. I mean sure the romantic, the smooth romantic even, but never the guy who flirts at all cost, even when he was the charming flirt guy. Cuz really I just find it kind of despicable. But that guy does strike the right note every once in a while and I do get jealous of the affection he receives. Still, i put myself in their place, and one, I wouldn't know what to do, and two would probably turn her away.
still jealousy, in the words of Pete, "state patrol" (sad but true.)

Now im gonna run the risk of having my comp blow up and watch a movie i have been trying to see for two years. Last Temptation of Christ, so many cats have told me to see it at this point that if its not good im gonna be a wreck. But i can relate to it.

State patrol!!

(inside jokes dont really fly on this do they?)

I dont think the slp police report we have all been waiting for is gonna come out. It should have been last week, but i dont get the actual paper anymore and the online one is reporting the week after already.

i had a hard time dancing at the show cuz there was muchas personas but eh good times. I always forget to get mentally prepared to pass out (it happens, **shrugs** aint no thang) but eh, hot days. Sometimes i die. My plans for getting a group together sort of worked and sort of didnt cuz most people missed the wu (5 is a bad time ) and made it to tim mahoney (pop rock motherfucker, the crowd was all women) who played at the same time as a real good folk musician. Um yeah, oh and then the wallflowers played and i aint got nothing against em but it was hot and packed in front of that stage and although there was many a beautiful lady to look at i had to keep my head covered so as not to lose my pasty exterior. anyway, we all ditched out while j dylan tried to be his father and headed back to aimee's crib in wayzata which not that i think of it could easily be featured on cribs cuz the shit is massive. he dad works for the mafia (so its ok) thats a joke but maybe he actually does.

hmmm i crashed without saying hi to my family or nova (i think she might have been here) all of whom i havent seen in weeks, but i was done tuckered out.

uh next on the agenda


Gillette (advertising) sent my father a mach 3 turbo at the wrong address, and this looks like a fine piece of machinery, like something u might order, rather then get free in the mail. But uh the package said to terrence hagger (spelled incorrectly)or occupant. So i feel confident in the fact that i can have it and play with it, like see how far i can shoot the razor part by popping it off with the little button thing. oh yes i am that tired or ill amused with life or something. As for using the damn thing i cant grow facial hair (even though i try, and its gross) meaning i tend to not even shave the 7 or so hairs i have, which is ultimately killer for any kind of good looks im trying to show off or something, but we dont really care about that sort of thing do we? besides everytime i shave someone mistakes me for a woman. (i dont even have long hair anymore)

"i would've been a sexy chick!" ~ mallrats

oh and steve will steal it, use it on his white ass head and everything that touches that boy's head, is not to be further used in my book.


um also they gave out cans of spray axe (advertisement) and i have to say that was like the most refreshing thing in the world after the show. good lordy did i need some monkey vapor. speaking of which lets find a sheap motel and bunk up in a sexual way and we can pretend we are different people in a different world and its as neccesary to our survival as watching the real world paris. hmmm ***raises eyebrow**** so what'dya say? no? ok sorry for asking. (not that i didnt mean every word, its nothing personal, im just sick of being a v card member)

V card V card only penguins like V cards V card v card yum yum.

i Have a V card took it to th market
pulled out my -----------------------------------oh and thats all the time we have goodnight everybody!!!

You'd think when something pretty bad (good) happens to a friend of yours, and not just your's but like your group of friends, you would be notified, u know?

Got a letter from a friend of mine who was arrested almost a week ago and though many a friend has tried to get ahold of him since, not a single person knew. He wants me to print him posts, or update him on the happenings at park, until he finds out for sure what is goin on with him, he says he could write back and i could post it and in that way get a message out to the community from the inside. sadly no one reads this so i'd just have to circulate his letters anyway, but that shouldnt be a problem. So now the question is what do i send?

last time it was transcendentalist and buddhist stuff. Recently he showed me he had bought several copies of different eastern religion and philosphy texts, so? crimethink.org? let him rebel while he cant rebel, get out to go back again?


I wish i could send olde english and strong bad videos.

Im gonna go to the big wu show in a few mins and hes gonna sit in a cell for another 9 hours today. 23.5 tomorrow and the next and so on for half the month. Then to find out what his actual punishment is.
keep u updated

i nabbed this link from the olde english message board, Star wars kid

you know you've done it too.

"I am only so beautiful as the character of my relationships, only so rich as I enrich those around me, only so alive and I enliven those I greet."

thas froma book tim is lending me called A Language Older then Words by derrick jensen

if molotov cocktails (or whatever they are called) start causing fires at fast food places all over town its not my fault, i just thought about it never did it. I am no arsonist!

someone teach me how to put pictures up, i have a digital camera i could have done a million perverted things by now, u have no idea how many sick pictures i could have taken al in their natural orgasmic state!!



anyway big wu manana im pretty sure im going but my mother and brothers get home from tanzania tomorrow as well and that may present complications (like in child birth!) but anyway u should go cuz its at harriet island instead of the capital and remember the storms arent supposed to come till thursday (when i will be working) so get ur kicks in before the whole shit house goes up u know?


hmm i saw anger management today and it well hella better then all yall made me think it would be.
"i feel pretty"

i no longer have kazaa cuz i got all paranoid that the shit would like melt my comp but i guess we will just have to wait for the melting of the century.


well im gonna go mix bleach and that other chemical

Tim gave me some info on a seven days remain show on the 4th but after a few days i realized i wasnt gonna be able to go and probably tossed the piece of paper it was on, but if u aint doin nothin on the 4th and thought a seven days show would be sweet (which it would) u should uh contact them boys, i think royce still works at tom thumb with steve (maybe not) and uh they have a website and an online radio site both of which should have "contact the host" type things. uh sorry, peace and love