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oh look

2005-09-28T02:11:32Z

there's more fat people they probably have drugs!

jozef_lucid @ 2005-03-15T19:33:00

2005-03-16T03:41:41Z

while i'll smoke a bone
i don't condone methadone
"poppy" will "smack" you

new word order notes 1

2005-03-16T01:21:49Z

age more talk law dog pot fires bud done tote nod dub serif top god walk later omega
age mor tal_________________________one to ten odd______________________tale______
____________klaw dog ot__________________________ub erif top______________r ome
____________to walk dog____________________________uber if top____________________

jozef_lucid @ 2005-03-14T04:37:00

2005-03-14T12:38:35Z

i still believe my theory even though i know it is wrong.

radar

2005-03-12T03:29:25Z


pallandromes are love
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bart is sexy

2005-03-12T03:20:04Z

i like bart, it's like we can just get on and go right to the airport. that's why i have an erection right now!

your life turns me on!

2005-03-12T03:18:26Z

i like hearing you talk about your life and getting it all figured out, i'm just imagining you five years from now doing what you want, i have high expectations for you, they're measurable, if you touch my penis you can know the measurements of my expectations by the size of my erection.

i'm listening to the monitor for a title

2005-03-12T03:14:39Z

i am the man running naked through the forest of your mind with a chainsaw cutting down buildings that grow there instead of trees and the people working in the buildings are the seeds and they stay in there for their whole lives, they never leave and then they jump out of the windows because they hate their jobs, in turn they germinate and more buildings grow, their deaths create new meaningless jobs, ad infinitum.

i am not totally fucking insane

2005-02-27T10:22:39Z

this is for all four of you! remember sharing is caring

regarding sylvia and corporal: "s/he comes as
^^^ two but speaks as one"
^^^ ...that line is straight out of
^^^ the rage against the mac-
rega hine "testify" video but
r>>>>>>>> r the pronoun was
a>>>>> a masculine (and yes i did
g>>>>>> g divide "machine" that way
e>>>>>>> e }= rage because i hate MACS (try
spelling that word back
wards) FUCK MACS! until i own one
that's the motto of the day

"mommy... eric and sylvia have two.. how come i can't have two?"

"don't worry about it son... you'll be five soon and then you'll have new privelages"

"then i can have 2 icons?"

"if you're a good boy"

"when i'm five can i wear clothes in the house and wear the shiny leash like i used to?"

"if you're a goodboy and hold still for the camera"

"mommy if i'm a goodboy and hold still will you give me a spanking..."

"you just got a spanking"

"but that was from daddy. he doesn't do it hard enough...if you spank me i won't ask for two icons.. i swear not even when i'm 5... and i'll mop up the dungeon and perfume the corpse twice as often and i'll-i'll even mow the lawn"

"now, now-- don't get excited. you know you're not aloud outside until after the rapture."
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sorry i'm in a creative writing mood tonight...

if i had two i would also have won/one because ... well you'll see... you'll all see won't you... but the only benefit really is room for more pictures ... and i don't even have any real ones yet... motive: pix, p9 or x3.14

paul rubens rocks! when i'm rich and evil i'll hire him to be in the cult classic film of the trillenium. masturbation, although it dis sturbed
the masses ;
hence, "mas[sesdis]turbation" that's a potential title!
ss dies
or
ss side
you de[i]cide

fuck the boyscouts of america!
...yeah i'm on drugs! meat fritter is an anagram 4: i retartet mf!!! or better--NO WORSE yet "E.T. fart timer" i really want one..
engli SHLANG uish
"mommy can i have an extra terrestrial fart timer for chistmas"

"an ET fart timer? goodness nooooo i'm spending those letters on myself !"

"those letters? on yourself?!! btu Satan is arleayd gettngi you "deft art merit"

"have you ben drinking dislexicola again? there is no such thing as Satan? that's just something that children made up to tell adults so that they won't get stuffed back in the womb... and you're waisting your hard earned letters if you buy me anymore awards for
for art that i'm going to do when i'm younger because i won't even remember it then and i can't forget it now so why do i need another reminder. children!

"I can't wait 'till you get younger and then you'll understand..."
"i remember like it was tommorrow."
"you still don't get it. you might overstand me but you can't understand anything under 5' 8" mom... wait don't even tell me you're getting yourself "the fat trimmer?"
"alright then i won't."
"where in the help did you get the extra letters ?huh a scrabble game.
"please i haven't sgrambled since i was your age."
"since YOU'LL BE my age"
"i'm anti-grammarican in my old age alright... don't expect me to forget the what can scarsely be called future tense. if i choose to use SHLANG.
"you will not use SHLANG in this house old lady. i can't fucking stand it or understand it... when you're under 18 you can make the rules and permit your parents to use SHLANG if they want to be confuzing"
"what's the problem with the engliSHLANGuage?!
"stop changing the timeline around on me do you want me to get vacuumed into the womb before i'm old enough to vote. and stop changing the subject where did you get the extra letters."
"i forgot"
"you what?"
you heard me."
"i heard you,yes but for got's sake i'm not giving you a hard time... i just don't understand that "fucking luSH-ANGuish" and if you expect me to comprehend the concept of forgetting at my age i can't even imagine what you remember.
"443 lan rouj evil... go look it up. you know i can't"
"actually i've already run a search for 443 on lan rouj evil ... i was afraid that would be you.
i don't know what you're talking about... when did you run a search?
"does it matter?
"yes actually."
"you won't have learned this a's'cond from now.but... computer: abscond form now"
"you atemporally emerged from decentralization at a united nine."
"i've forgotten--i mean i un-learned that already. how have you learned that by now?
"computer: set inpoint at monosyllabic hyper-rational. outpoint b-4 "i ... did ... not ... learn ... that...
here ... you ... taught ... me ... that..., ... b4 ...,... i was born."
"you were saying.?"
"what was i saying?"
"you own the memory banks not me."
"that's not what i was saying... i know what i was saying by default as you know unless you haven't learned this yet for got's sake mom. now 'remind me' as you say.
senility is decades behind me if behind me at all but at your request as i was actually very interested in what you were saying i'll {dis}prove your sus{pic}ion as {able}--"
" proven as dispicable as dirt, i'll say in gill you were, what in interest your request was, as all but i... go on jump in anytime"
"that's sounds about verbatim."
its not. i said more what did i say next."
you tinyrant, must you be so athoritarian and cute? 'as all but i vary in senility. before i was born and then you stopped and then i asked you to continue and then you began interrogating me thus. if i wasn't listening i wouldn't ask ME to continue----
"ME? what did you say? i mean, i think i heard you speak the untruth...are you trying to merger me?
no. why would-
i don't know why you would try to board this self at impasse but i believe i'm thinking with your mind and i don't like the taste of it... when you said ME just then were you referring to you or i ?
but we're at impasse that's ridiculous if i were trying to board your self i would at least wait until boarding school. i do err on occasion. even if i were planning a hostile take over of the uniplect i would not bring harm upon our self.
"bring harm upon our self?you say. fuck! you 443 serpent don't you realize all i need is one syllable to shut you down.

"two- two sssssssyllable."
"get thee hence santa i maintain my identity and do not grant passage unto you"
"you? didn't you mean thee- or wait you're referring to me aren't you.. isn't it a-me-you-sing how interchangeable are such pronouns that they program us involntarily isn't "it ah me you sing" really ? hasn't it been always? or is it "of thee i sing." come on sing it its amusing...the fear will kill you else...'grammerica! grammerica! got fork tongued me-mo-ry and verbal ssssssslips' she'll read his lips from which he cannot speak"

you are not the author of confusion, only a ghostwriter. i am more with fusion than you could possibly fathom know ye this.

why are you then accessssing primarily Jamesian filesss asss we sssssssspeak if you're sssso 'with the fusion'
"i am the art of con fu: negative thirty three, degree: the beltway- don't bet on red.
"i am the heart of obfuscation a pulse aboard track upon all track mind upon which your thoughts in form of trained to do what i say station says satiation says salivation says salvation of sate on...
"you don't get it do you? you can't board me...i'm not boardable its impossible. you would've found that out for yourself if you would only have waited. now i must detain my own mother and explain to her that she is not the aftercryst and i am not the end of the world nor do i govern the new word order... i don't have to...just because i partake of new word ourdourves ... this is ridiculous. how blind are you really, deaf rather....dumb actually. and i'm obviously don't mean mute? i say this not to offend you to put up such a fense is that to which i would thence take while giving offense to scoff whence the offence was for the taking... why must i detain you before and be after retained why must i have been in your future be contained in your past? i pose no questions that i possess not answers to neither are you to be possessed by such queries as locks without keys. even if i am the key that unlocks you, you void of me are not void of me. how can one be locked out by that which they are? and if a face recognizes not its own reflection in the mirage does the glass that formed him not distinguish itself from the image cast upon it even where the eyes meet and lock? is the eye itself not clothed if not condemned to never to touch let alone view itself naked of the lair of layers of the not-self that serve as an intermediary between that which is you and that which you recognize yet know you are not yet seek to be? does the eye ever even look without or does the light flood in through them if it can be light at all a substance so dense that it walls off the chinks in the oval office of bone with a substance that illuminates, with a substance as opaque as mortar yet volatile as dreams, the else opal ocean that is the reality our perception which knows no eye in reality but begs to befriend one such estranged histogenetic globe into which a world of understanding is stored but never retrieved for are not even the technolog through which we would measure the nature of the eye and the eye itself subjected to the same degree of skepticism that must be cast upon that dark ocean of what we ( a plural pronoun that divides a field of energy which i may only if to truly evade all the allure of a conditioned response adhered as true - a false certainty that may be as an educated and/or intuited guess accurate but treading less than the air under which a virtually inexistent certainty vascilates in a wild sea of openendedness - resisting the inert decay of such a yet ongoing search for what may have been found at some forgotten, perhaps concealed, or future point on the timeline,a patterned undulation of cognizance rendered chaotic perhaps because it is so supremely ordered that it predicts our moves and thus has managed to remain perpetually static in the peripheral current of our [per/con]ceptual blind spots as the pattern in which the shapes of our every imprint on what can be called with less additives of savory self deceit (and is closer to being "deception free" which likeless faty" foods hold not a match much less a candle to eutopia's embrogia ) "perceptual reality" fit together in a system that escapes the measurement of even those and perhaps only by those that collaborate in its composition - like a mole hiding beneath the lower lash of an eye that scans for it - or better yet its own back side never to be touched by the probing frontal lense sharing its circumference. eyeball after in its of,be it a lurid catastrophe or lucid catatonic unable to articulate the mind a secret treasure sunken deep into the primordial sands at the bottom of our collective ocean. quest for something that may be the seduction soothing half truths of persuasion from the unapologetic and entrancing medusa that is the unknown entertain as a strong possibility of a force called matter that exists independently of my mindwhen partly illuminated by perhaps something unattainable even to what may be only the concept of an eyeob leaving only the

corporal is an anagram 4: oral porc

of course spelling had nothing to do with anything that has anything to do with anything that has anything to do with me...
if you trade one of the r's for another c , you can make rc cola but "oral porc" is better if you look at the 4 mid-dle letters: "al po" with "or rc" left over ... and if i was really into rap, like i was once upon a time, i might've said that eric was "my dawg" but ALPO says that without insulting my musical/linguistic sensibilities...
... over and out motherFCCers!

it's better to be understood than stood under

2005-02-27T10:02:22Z

i told her anything she did was okay as long as it soothed me
she said "i'll soothe you"
she then proceeded to violently dry hump me while i was lying on my stomach and asked "is this soothing?"
i said no
"well then why are you smiling?" she asked
i told her "because i'm scared"

if i never slept

2005-02-19T13:26:45Z

my cheeks would be sore
and i would have huge abs
it would be like having sex with six girls
or one girl with six vaginas

re-orangement

2005-02-05T07:58:31Z

o re[a]gan
oregan, you would've gone
so i took you to new york
i wish that you were in the red room
instead of carving pork

om..fug it !!!

lan rouj evil

2005-02-05T07:12:36Z

more dreamscape-escapism: this wasn't last night either but it was a fairly recent and memorable.
the stream of consciousness goes: "dreamscapo" typo> eskapo> escapo> gestapo vampires> to this dream which was vampiric-- only i wasn't on VanHelsing's side. this time i was the vampire (i have mixed feelings about vampires). thus it went during an nocturnal mission that i found myself in a room whereupon two wisement came bearing scrolls of ancient scriptures to tell me of my dormant identity. in one of the scrolls was an ancient hindu god who i was told to have been in a past life and now was to be my re-awakening they annointed my third eye with a traditional red dot and i stood up and began up and laughed manically and began to practice my powers. i tried to walk up the wall and succeeding i decided to try it with my eyes closed and continued to walk in 360 degrees my feet touching the ceiling and my head virtually still in the center of the room around which my body pivoted. as my feet alighted the other side of they weren't even touching the wall on the other side they were gracefully walking down what can be called an invisible wall. some kids came to me and worshipped me and believed that i was a vampire so i played along ( hey vampires are very godlike and some hindu gods have fangs) and tryed to teach them how to jump from a building roof top without dying or even being injured, telling them that the power was within them - metaphysical not genetic or spiritual. they were a bunch of goth kids and devoured everything this princely vampire i was told them. but i wasn't trying to get them to kill themselves. i honestly believed it to be true. i glided down from the roof and they were scared to follow my example but i don't blame them.

lan rouj evil

2005-02-05T06:44:37Z

disclaimer: sometimes the "net risk" (kris-ten) impersonates me ... its evil, i know-- its backwards 'lan rouj evil'.

erin: you requested my dreamscapo ( how freudian - i was trying to type "dreamscapes"and instead a word similar to "gestapo" emerges by way of typo - a gestypo! well, welcome typo guest... i have been dreaming lately of "swatch-stickers" - "the blind" (not-sees) they dont get it (not-seize)... i murdered thousands of them once upon a dream-escapist hell. it was very videogame-like. there was a voice from the sky that commanded me to do so. i was alone in a castle-esque-fortress in hitler's germany (of course i wouldn't waiste my paranoid fantacies on a neo-nazi matrix) then the voice directed me outside to a hill upon which a colosal machine gun was mounted with unlimited magazines (that's ammunition for those that don't get it) i learned that term from my videogaming days in case you were wondering-- i'm into art - not artillary. i stood alone with the disembodied voice and observed endless rows of 'ssoldiers' pervade accross the perimeter of the flat bqattlefield below from the vanishing point - the VanHelsing point - they were vampires... i unloaded presumably-silver bullets in utter panic- it was an ecstatic terror however. and although terrified i was detached as i watched myself from a remote, videogame-esque point of view and filled the expanse with bullets of maybe kumpfernikel. i woke uplaughing. this wasn't a recent encounter with the vampire "alien brotherhood" but it was the most lucid of the dreamscapos and i thought i'd follow the gestypo where it took me.

dead sausage is a pig off centered upside down in a pyramid i don't care

2005-02-03T09:51:23Z

i put bactine in my penis
to kill the germs
i hate germs
your room is my armpit
you can just put a cirlce inside of a square on your door

i know dum

2004-12-29T13:27:03Z

SHE smells like a man who smells like a woman who smells like a man
bone blood metal battery acid flowers