i'm the queen of rock and roll.

i thought dave was the queen of rock and roll.

thinking how nice it would be not to have neighbors.

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inviting folks to check out a coupl eof my old band's songs, up at \link{http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/56/subshine.html, mp3s.com}

damn, I can never seem to get that to work
maybe the old-fashioned way:

http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/56/subshine.html

nope, just have to copy the address and paste it into the addreess window of your browser

I apologize for misspellings at the site, I didn't put it up myself.

i'm not sure if dave would claim to be queen of rock n roll, however dave does indeed claim to be pretty. i insisted that he didn't seem like the pretty boy type, but he expended much energy convincing me that he is indeed pretty, and that cleo also thinks he is pretty.

semillama, i would listen to your songs but my sound card isn't working.

despite the fact that i ran into michael at a party last night, i've been in a great mood all day. he couldn't be bothered to say hello or goodbye to me. ridiculous childish weenie behavior that i could not tolerate. so i eventually approached him, smiled as genuinely as possible, said hello; he was pleasant and amicably responsive, offered a hug. i accepted, and continued on my way to Craig. the weathly resort contractor, who invited me to a party at his house and a half in pacific heights on halloweeen. though i did secretly admire his carmel colored linen pants, i couldn't give a shit about his money - i'll go as a peasant.

so, yeah, actually i had an unbelievably great day today, i got up, drank way too much coffee, got on my bike and rode 18 miles east along the south shore of the island, from my house to lauren's house in waimanalo. i had to bike up two passes, one over koko head crater, past haunama bay, and another over makapu'u point, past the lighthouse. when you come around the bend, the landscape opens up to lush, steep pali cliffs and aqua waters of the windward side, and small off-shore islands. then i stopped by mike's house (the one un-evil mike whose dog recently spent the night at my house), locked up my bike, and i went to the beach. deeann met me there. we body surfed and then she drove me back home, whereupon a big home cooked meal was awaiting me.

now it is time for some billie holiday and red wine. g'night.

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paradise

semillama, I don't have neighbors and it makes me feel great. (Dabrowka Wielka - Big Oaksville, now I know)

sending this earlier message without my name. Sorry.

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trippin onthe makeshift Lets Make Deal going on the sidewalk below....Monty Hall i spresent with a bunch jobless actors in chicken costumes


on a sidenote, i am most got plowed into by Freddy Boom Boom Washington pulling out of my driveway the other day, he came bolting down our driveway as I was pulling in, he had a beer in his hand. That would have been one for the tabloids had I got hit

Being queen for a day!

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you all don't seem to understand. I am the queen. every day, i am the queen. i am the queen of rock and roll.

;istening to some silly assed talk show where the topic is about a pending lawsuit against Phillip Morris Co. that they are commiting some sort of "genocide" by marketing menthol cigarettes to the black market. How fucked up is that when 3 out of 4 black smokers smoke menthol.......just like camels and marlboro's are targeted at white boys and virginia slims are aimed at women.......frivilous lawsuits, litigeous society, scum bag lawyers, scapegoating "political" groups..........it costs us millions folks, wastes precious court time and makes a mockery of the whole "justice" system

who is next? Billy Dee and Schlitz?

legal product in a capitalist society=freedom to market to whom ever

DAMN!

in a good fucking mood.

sold off some stock this morning for excellent profit.

putting an offer in on some property tomorrow.

when it comes down to the line, things fall together.

I AM THE MESSIAH.

hurting,

I am that angry wounded coyote on the side of the road that will snap your fingers off when you try and help. Stayed out too late, went bowling, put the wifey on a plane to NYC for a red eye, hung with the fellas...... the boss in back in the office and I overslept. Wanting to say nasty filthy things, not to get your attention but rather to address some strange inititive I have to say things that would send people running......


this always happens when the wife leaves

falling in love.

Again.

It's the same girl, but I want back. For another round.

How do you get back together with an ex?

We're carrying the same feelings and yet are are afraid to make the step.

Which is a big one.

Sleeping together again was a surprise, but not so impossible. It's the emotions that make things interesting. And the guy she's seeing at the moment.

And this time, I think I want to marry her.

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billy, she banged you again, that's why you think you want to marry her.

i should have bought the an1x.i should have bought the an1x.i should have bought the an1x.i should have bought the an1x.i should have bought the an1x.i should have bought the an1x.

marry her, don't marry her, tie a rock around her neck and throw her into the east river.

whatever.

just sell me your anix.


some things are more important than "love".

run, billy, run!

go back and read your posts from a few months ago to refresh your memory, or be doomed to repeat your mistakes. i don't know you, so what the hell do i care?

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happy birthday Sheila.

thanks for making this place that much more special... by being the gloriously crazy geriatric goose lady.

i want to be just like you some day.

responds.

nate - good point, very good point indeed. I'm not sure I agree, but as a male, I can certainly applaud your line of thinking there.

agatha - another good point. In fact, I did. I've been trying to talk myself out of it for ages. But then, some people pay people to wear leather and beat them up, the rest of us just like our punishment in different ways.

swine - not a chance in hell. forget it, you can take the girl first.

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shutting down
going home to snatch a few more minutes from "Night on Earth"

gotta take it back tonight

Mark looks particularly determined today nest pas

Happy birthday, sheila

leaving for Michigan again, I'm pretty pumped, even though it means spending ten hours in a van

spent part of last night in a coffeehouse. I needed to get a slide carousel, so my colleague who was headed down to la Crosse anyway agreed to take meThe thing was, i had to wait 2 hours afterwards for him to get down with his taekwondo.So I bought Rollin' new book and got the refill cup of coffee at teh coffee house and was amazed at the fact that there were attractive girls around, i had started to forget what that is like. So, even htough I totally missed my wrasslin, I had a good night.

got that mule tape, rhiannon. I will send out your trash tunes whenI get back

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just stumbled and mumbled across here in a hurry to do nothing. if any eyes see these words let me know. Later all.
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wondering what the fuck mark is talking about on the main page.......i am sure it makes sense is some weird way to someone. Just not me. It's seems a collage to me, kinda like the Burroughs book I am still trudging through....Ticket That Exploded, vol 3 of his cut up experiments....


looked through the links to other sorabjites sites. swine's is not working....nate's is alright with some amusing reading, not sure who the other folks are, so I didn't bother.....oh, I have seens sarah's before. wanna link mine Mark?

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leading a mutiny.

put an offer in on a house this morning.

nervous.

waffles- i don't even remember what's on that site, it's been so long.

bladder, pee. stomach, coffee.

god loves baseball.

looking at a catholic medal of st. genesius while writing a song about nothing in particular.

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GRAD SCHOOL ECONOMICS


Winter is coming. It should be time to get a driver's window for the Plymouth Valiant. Somebody smashed it 6 weeks ago outside the Good Luck Bar. Sure I was pissed. Not so much about the window. I live in LA, I expect to be a victim of crime. Being surrounded by lowlifes, car thieves, gangs and the LAPD, I accept occasional acts of violence. The thing that pissed me off was that anyone was stupid enough to try and steal my car. The hood's dented from an old hit and run and has to be chained to the bumper, the passenger door won't open due to a new hit and run and the radio was stolen while in a Culver City impound lot. Hell's the car's such a piece of shit, I never registered it after I bought it from some crack head Motley Crue wannabe in North Hollywood for 500 bucks. The poor fucker listed the car in The Recycler under an ad that read "Musician in need of serious money. If wife answers, hang up". Selling the car to me probably didn't solve his cash flow problem for too long. After I bought the car, he asked me to take him to his "producer's" apartment. I dropped him off at a street corner where he met some skinny black dude smoking little white fuzzies picked off his carpet.

As I pulled away from the curb, I watched a drug deal go down in my newly acquired rearview mirror. I smiled knowing the dealer, the musician and myself were all wonderful Americans. We were budding Capitalists helping to grease the economic engine. Not that any of us were directly linked to the Dow Jones. In fact, I 'm sure our local police enforcement agencies would have been very interested in our little transaction if they weren't busy poking as giggly girls in pervert chat rooms trying to entrap horny Disney execs. Do you realize how many times most online pick up rooms are loaded with nothing but cops talking dirty to each other? Which brings up an interesting thought about our country's law enforcement officers.

Without straying to far from my point, I guess I'm trying to explain how our commerce system works. It's very simple and based on the ancient principles of warfare. In battle, the winner does not overpower the looser as much as exploit the other's weakness. Get the best deal you can by taking advantage of some poor bastard. Buy low, sell high. Which in the musicians case was an extreme example. Believe me, I am not proud of what I did, but I needed a car cheap. And of course, I knew that one day Karma would catch up to me.

See, I spent my last dollar buying the Valiant and couldn't afford insurance. Which instantly made me a member of the very nervous club, the D.W.P. No, not the Department of Water and Power. I am talking about the millions of us guilty of Driving Without Papers. To get the full effect of how I felt sliding into my car, try shouting in a Nazi accent, "PAPERS? VER ARE YOUR PAPERS?" Every time a cop pulled up behind me I'd have to take the first immediate right turn and hope to God he didn't notice the expired registration sticker on my plate. For three years I drove in constant fear and dread. The amazing stress I felt driving was worse than the internal conflict endured by a Christian pro-lifer standing in an abortion clinic with his pregnant, sexually ignorant daughter.

Which brings me back to why I am not buying a new window for the Valiant. A few weeks ago, I went over to a friends house, drank a bottle of Jack and made the first big mistake of the night. No, not drinking the Jack. I gave into an urge and opened up one of those new-ultra-hip magazines with say-nothing articles sandwiched between dot-com ads and stick figure girls wearing padded bras and collagen pouts (Gear). With one eye shut, I started reading a story about why MTV was great. The writer wrote how cool it was that the world wide cable access was making the earth a smaller place. Basically he was saying that acne riddled geeks spanning the globe would now have a chance to spend their lunch money on over-produced singers like Brittany Spears. He though this was a very healthy way to add to our nation's GNP. Even though this asshole was confirming my beliefs regarding Capitalism, my own random moral boundaries had been surpassed. Personally, I vehemently oppose the fucking with the minds of lonely school kids jerking off behind closed drapes while Brittany squats for a zoom lens.

The second mistake I made that night was getting behind the wheel of my car hammered out of my seething mind. I was already D.W.P and now I was D.W.I. Needless to say, my clever series of defensive right turns finally failed. I was pulled over, cherry lights flashed in my rear view mirror as I swore at MTV and anybody who ever dared contort my own Capitalist theory of need versus want. The cop busted my ass, threw me in jail and now I have court date set with a judge blind to my drastic economic situation. My only hope is to sell the Valiant and raise enough money to skip bail and head for Mexico. Yesterday put an ad in The Recycler. It reads "Writer in need of serious money, If my attorney answers, hang up."

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behaving in a manner consistent with a guy who knows he's about to change jobs within the organization but his boss hasn't the slightest clue.

Which is quite liberating, really. Damn the torpedoes and full steam ahead, the emperor has no clothes and he's way too damn ugly to strutting his naked ass in front of all these people.

The really funny part is, I won't know whether or not I've been selected for another week. And if I'm not selected, I'm unassailable anyway, so fuck 'em.

Happy Birthday, Sheila. Only weenies are allowed to be born in October.

Waffles, remember that the only way to help that angry wounded coyote beside the road is to put it out of its misery.

Nate, god loves baseball and expects his messiahs to field dress their grouse wothout a knife.

Sam, don't call us, we'll call you.

this was the 9th anniversary of the day i left tampa to live in new york city.

in case anyone is keeping track.

the earth quaked tonite........i was playing USNF 97...a neat Navy Flight Simlator...windows rattled...my chair shaked....the cats' tails were fluffy, they were uneasy.......i jumped....ceased all sound and listened....... i heard her grumble.....by the time my ears got fully dialed in...she escaped me.........i like flight simulators......escapist personality...i wanted to be a pilot once........the earth quaked.....she is unhappy......5. something something.....she is not happy...........i beg for her mercy ......

thinking about shaving my beard.

no, i don't have a beard.

slept less. cold night + cover thief. some people require extra bedding preperations before you slumber with them. i was drunk, though, and ended up asleep before i could execute my defence procedures.

and the cat was antsy. she has this new thing where she stands on her rear legs and paws the mini-blinds. noisy.

then she gives a "meerrmerREEEPMEEER"

hard to articulate inaudibly.

and then the mortgage troubles. opened a credit card with an apparel chain a long time ago. bought one thing, paid for it. a run of the credit report revealed 6 accounts, all paid. then i start receiving bills. i write: "hey punkass, i don't owe this". they send more bills.

now my mortgage broker says my credit is less than pristine. i say, fuck a moly.

la titty ah.

fuck a moly.

i'll still succeed, though. i'll just have to move more coke.

did you know they won't let you make large purchases in cash? like cars. they don't like it when you open a briefcase of cash money.

home sick and perusing the entire contents of my bookmarks (microsoft-ese favoUrites folder) because otherwise i'd have to go back to bed or else worse to my office.

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Scratching, can't find the Claritin, it's called gravity, dear.

Scratching, can't find the Claritin, it's called gravity, dear.

fuck the fucking word list.

debating as to whether or not i will go see blonde redhead sunday........fuck ticketmaster!

off to England tonite. Looking forward to an escape from NYC and a week to just chill out and think about nothing.

And oh the records I'll buy!

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Vanilla Ice Cream Is Best Served In A Plastic Cup

The morning news update ends with the usual light note quipped by a clown CNN anchor person reminding us it's safe to stay tuned because she won't bog down our lives with any pesky, heavy thoughts or world events. Her cheery face is replaced by a CNN fun factoid. Did you know that 44% of American school children think being a serial killer is a good career choice? The perfectly coifed anchor returns to report that JonBenet Ramsey, the murdered beauty queen, is still dead and despite spending three years and millions of dollars to investigate this heinous crime a special jury is completely baffled. The concerned governor of Colorado is now naming a team of advisors to decide what kind of committee to form in order to get to the bottom of this mystery. What action! What conviction! What a caring soul this governor must be to desire justice one dead child at a time. I'd call to congratulate him, but I am sure he's going to be pretty busy considering there are over 100 million unsolved murders of innocent children around the world. Sure, not all of them are cute, blond and rich, but hey, I can tell this governor must be a truly focused individual. I have to believe that, I really do.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, let's see what else is on the tube. Oh good, Al Gore is still running for President. He also looks mighty concerned, sort of like that great action figure of a governor from Colorado. I better turn up the volume. Oh, yeah, that's better. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah vanilla ice cream for all my friends, blah, blah, blah. Gore has already spent two billion dollars campaigning a year before the election and I have no fucking idea what he is selling.

CLICK, CLICK, CLICK, I've been traveling so long through the Midwest that I have no idea where I am. I know I am somewhere in the heartland of America holed up in a cookie cutter hotel room with a free copy of USA Today on my lap. It was left silently at my door while I was sleeping. Clean, neat, no suspects. Damn, this paper tells me nothing, just like JonBenet's killer. I could be anywhere. I look up at the television. SHIT! A super cool sports guy is shouting about super cool millionaire football players whining about the freshness of their brie on ESPN. This is the same story I watched on ESPN last night in another city in another state on another TV. I'm so confused I feel like Alice in the Twilight Zone tweaking on bad mushrooms. Becoming frantic, I call room service and get a machine. A recorded voice as sweet as apple pie says, "Hi, welcome to the Sheraton. Please press one for a cup of Starbucks coffee, press two for a McDonalds Happy Meal, press three for a bullet in the head.." I slam down the receiver, race over to the window, pull open the drapes and see a huge Nike logo swooping across the billboard blotting out the rising sun.

Suddenly I feel like William Shattner under attack by the vicious mind suckers from Planet Hollywood. I,...must,..., get,....away,....,from,....,ahhhh! The voices inside my head are getting louder and louder. It's, it's Puff Daddy disguised as Michael Jackson singing We Are The World with Celine Dion! My face contorts, I scream and drop to the carpet. My brain turns to Jell-O instant pudding mush. The last thing I remember is Bill Cosby singing a Jimi Hendrix song about buying a brand new Lexus SUV.

Minutes, hours, days later I wake up in an airport. At least I think it's an airport. Lots of white people rushing back and forth like worker ants dressed in Gap t-shirts talking on cell phones. I look down and notice I am holding a plastic cup half full of a brown liquid. I take a sip. It's whisky. I down the rest of the cup allowing the wet flames to burn my throat. Oh baby, there ya go. Now I am feeling better. I shake the cobwebs from my aching head. There is a copy of USA Today on my lap. I'd really like to know who keeps giving me this paper and why nobody charges me anything for it. There's a pie chart in the bottom left corner of the paper. It's shows five different sized slices of pie to compare various ways Americans die from unnatural causes. Seems like a waste of time to me. I mean, when is dying ever natural? Anyway, the unnatural cause represented by the biggest slice of pie is death from mass shooting. Beat out airplane crashes by at least two healthy servings. I look up at the paper's lead headline and it reads, "Twenty-eight killed in hotel shooting spree!" Man does this paper know it's pie charts or what? Needing another gallon or two of whisky, I stand and check my pockets for cash. Damnit! All I can find are more empty machine gun clips. Oh well, I sit back down, open the USA Today and try and figure out where to go next.

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Here to proclaim, that Doritos are NOT "nacho cheesier" in fact they haven't changed in the 24 years this chump has been eating them

Listening to Pavement's third album and digesting his lunch; wondering if these activities are compatible.

hoping all the musical equipment i acquired earlier today will work out all right. otherwise, having a lollipop & watching the leaves fall. going out tomorrow to look at this abandoned rural church i might want to live in. the altar should make a good spot for my computer.

"The first four were beautiful. And then she jumped. Everybody thought it was OK, and then people said 'Open up! Open up!. Then we heard a splat and the whole place turned quiet,"

la titty ah.

fuck a moly

interesting

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back from kickboxing and a fun little girlie shopping excursion. my dad's girlfriend lent me her cherry red camero today. damn, that car is fast. driving it is like having an orgasm, and i mean it.

now i gotta start getting ready to meet this editor-publisher guy. he's from massachusets. i pray he doesn't turn out to be one of those Uptight Easter Coasters. i think i may have forgotten or lost the skills to deal with people like that.

wish me luck on a big fat advance on a book deal.

listening nto Meg Lee Chin sing "Nazi Punks Fuck Off" and high-ly reccommending the "Dread Kennedys -In Dub We Trust" Invisible records compilation.

The Conference was goo, go t to see some good papers and some stinkers. My paper went well. I spent too much money on cds, picking up the above plus Bauhaus' Mask, Waits' Swordfishtrombones and The Heart OF Saturday Night, The Pixies' Surfer Rosa, Steel Pole Bath Tub's Scars From Falling Down, The NEgro PRoblem's Post Minstril Syndrom (the last 2 for $2 each), The Replacements' Don't Tell A Soul, Devo'sShout, Sugar's Beaster, Ani Di Franco's Up Up Up Up Up UP ($9), a free Long Beach All-Stars single, and Jimmy CLiff's The Harder They Come.

I also picked up a bunch of hard to find pottery mark i.d. books and 3 RAW books. Rollins was in town, but sold out, so that was aborted. I got to eat real food again (ethipoian, mexican) and wonder at the atttractive blondes at teh conference hanging on the chubby guys with mustaches. There must have been sonmething intangible about those guys, all I know. Definitely time to get back to a metro area.

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listening nto Meg Lee Chin sing "Nazi Punks Fuck Off" and high-ly reccommending the "Dread Kennedys -In Dub We Trust" Invisible records compilation.

The Conference was goo, go t to see some good papers and some stinkers. My paper went well. I spent too much money on cds, picking up the above plus Bauhaus' Mask, Waits' Swordfishtrombones and The Heart OF Saturday Night, The Pixies' Surfer Rosa, Steel Pole Bath Tub's Scars From Falling Down, The NEgro PRoblem's Post Minstril Syndrom (the last 2 for $2 each), The Replacements' Don't Tell A Soul, Devo'sShout, Sugar's Beaster, Ani Di Franco's Up Up Up Up Up UP ($9), a free Long Beach All-Stars single, and Jimmy CLiff's The Harder They Come.

I also picked up a bunch of hard to find pottery mark i.d. books and 3 RAW books. Rollins was in town, but sold out, so that was aborted. I got to eat real food again (ethipoian, mexican) and wonder at the atttractive blondes at teh conference hanging on the chubby guys with mustaches. There must have been sonmething intangible about those guys, all I know. Definitely time to get back to a metro area.

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Really really really hoping that I win this bet with Baron tonight and the Yankees WIN.

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reminicing about the weekend, when I was grind dancing with this guy I kinda know. We laughed n laughed, we weren't being serious, more making fun of people trying to dance seriously. *lol* so cute....
"you're wicked!" he exclaims as I (playing) lick his cheek, he laughs. He's drunk. I'm not, I'm high for him.


Maybe tommorow

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lunch break

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hoping the god damn braves learn to catch a ball by tomorrow......i got a lap dance ridin on the series

well I am a human fly, i say F.L.Y i say bzzzzz bzzzz and it's just because..................

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A human fly catcher.

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having to pee real bad
hungry
sleepy
desperate for something to do
wondering if i'll ask him
wondering what to do for Halloween
wondering what to do for dinner

hey spiracle, how do i scan in polaroids? i just tried to scan in two of them, but they both came up black, no matter what settings i chose. i know you've successfully scanned polaroids before, so if you have any tips, let me know ok?

thanks!

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listening to Make Up do a cover of Hendrix's "Hey Joe"....not bad I suppose

still sweating from being a 300 pound Sylvester the Cat on roller skates last night.

Oh.. and I've been known to get caught in some flies myself.

;-)

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Just waking up.....Sem, Long beach dub all stars rule! I have apologise for my tardiness in getting the demo, but my drummer is a pimp, and taking drivers ed, so he's never home.

caffine. escrow. loan approval.

so so so very confused, this place is a freak show..........we got a new receptionist, our old one (the co star in the old movie Network, you know the black woman with the bitchin lines..) is leaving. that makes me sad.....she is so god damned cool....we like to rap about jazz and such.. I heard our new one on the PA, obviously a female.......i go up there to get a package, and it's obviously a woman trying very hard to be a boy.....fine, nothing new, now i learned his name is stephen....stephanie=stephen......the last transgender we had here in the computer services dept lasted all of 2 days.........oi vey!!!

hey, will you please just shut the fuck up.

no really, i'm begging you.