about to go away.

i've done my 16.6% of the group's work for the week.

i should be able to go home early.

goddamnit.

i hate everyone.

especially you.

at least it's friday.

getting ready to shut down the pc and call it a day...just glanced out the window and it looks like a full moon tonight.
Reckon something weird is happening somewhere.

The voices in my head are switching ears every word. I am listening to Ministry's Dark Side of the Spoon. The album is slowly growing on me. I was disappointed in the last couple of their efforts but the layering in this one demands a careful listen. Still, it doesn't grab you like The Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Taste or Land Of Rape And Honey.

Thikn I may burn the minight oil tonight on my site. needs a few hours of works before it's remotely presentable.

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Working and doing the family thing is not easy. I'm still tired, or is that just the way it's going to be from now on? I hope not. I need to exercise.

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eeyyyyyyyyeeeee



ssstttraaaiiinnnnn.

hope R.C. isn't teasing us with her recent appearance. She's starting to be like Nessie.

listening to "under pressure" and watching his movie over and over and over again.

"it's the terror of knowing what this world is about, and watching some good friends scream, "let me out!"

you make my tomorrow.

gabriel, your uncle loves you very much.

grow strong.

Rotting.

This morning my arm detached from the joint that was holding it up. My eyes have completely sunk back into my head and dehydrated, and I won't even mention my testicles. I've had quite a bit of flatulence lately as the bacteria eating me from the inside out releases more and more gas, causing me to fart continuously. I am quite bloated, even moreso than when I was "alive", and my sides are pressing against the walls of my casket. Thank God for laptops.

Somebody tell Faith I love her?

digging.

soon I shall reach the casket, and then I will apply the special lotion the voudun priest sold to me. This zombie will be unstoppable, and I will rule the hip-hop world.

Next step: Nixon's grave.


finally putting my doktorate in the forbidden sciences to work!

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Long time no see. I was very busy. Righ now I'm studying English in nashville. I have been here around five months. I may go to a graduate school next year in NY.

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Letting the international food i ate at a festival today digest.

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cursing microsoft once again.

I can't complain too much, since this computer was a gift, but it's so full of glitchs and throws so many brick walls up in my face when I try to do something that it's just about useless. I think that down the road, there'll be a G4 in my future.

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worried he's becoming less dependent on sorabji.com

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mad.

Mad.

Mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad.

I AM SO MAD.

I was having a Good day until I decided to talk to my FRIEND. SOME PEOPLE ARE SO DAMN INSENSATIVE YOU JUST WANNA RAM YOUR FINGERNAILS INTO THEIR EARS TILL THEIR BRAINS BLEED OUT!

I resent all of the people who can hurt me so easily. I'm going to make an effort not to care about any new people from now on. I'll keep the ones I have, but all new people run the risk of being used and manipulated by me to further my own ends.

Yea right. And tomorow he'll do something nice like loan me his sweater and I'll be thinking about what a wonderful guy he can be.

He does the most innocent insignificant things and they enrage and elate me.

This is so hard, this is so hard, this is so hard. I'm driving myself crazy.

My mother is applying for the fulbright scholarship. If she gets it, she'll be going to Colorodo for a year to study. She really wants me to go with her, but I go to school here, and I'm a little afraid to leave it for some other school I've never seen.

Promise: If she gets it (and she's got a great chance) I'm going to put some serious thought into going there with her.

another grey sunday. Listening to Joy Division appropriately enough.

I really miss playing in a band. I think this coming summer, when I move closer to LaCrosse, i will try to get back into that. One of the guys I work with is interested, but He doesn't play anything asides from fluegelhorn. I want to play with people who are able to play along with what you are doing w/o having to explain everything. Just get into that groove where it all falls into place.

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soory about that Simon......not surewhat the problem was.....I was just there, moments ago and everything was up and running......please try again.......start at my page and follow the links...

http://members.tripod.com/accustat

OK I'll try after work.

exhausted, still. I walked in the 13th Annual AIDS Walk in D.C. yesterday. 6.2 miles -- or 10 kilometers for our friends across the pond. I honestly didn't think I'd be able to endure it. But I did it. And my feet told me last night that I was NEVER to do that to them again. If anyone would like to sponsor my walk, I am accepting all donations which will go to D.C. Whitman-Walker AIDS Clinic. :-)

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Worked a lot on a few web page sover the weekend. angelifire.com/mi2/queenb, is my bands new web page. It's a start at least. My band does a great hardcore version of "ddt" by The Suicde Machines, the original is punk, but this sounds like death metal. GRRRRRRR! "I was so wasted, i was wasted."

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peek a boo

I know what you do
because I do it too


aaaauuugh!

not enough sleep last night. Spent the whole day revising papers.
guh. got a devo album in the mail. ROOOOOOOOCK!

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worrying about things, like whether some unknown process or person is deleting records out of the database willy-nilly, a few at a time, and whether the whitish film on the schefflera is fungus or just mineral deposits, and what the noodles might be doing in the kitchen while I was away. I'd better get home.

i like the video for the peekaboo song. with the devil and the pills and everything. i've only seen it once but i was very very drunk. a chocolate martini is not a good thing.

i'll milk you with my forehead, if you let me.

holy shit, it's Ice Doll. rock n roll.

just got back from kauai. i stopped by the American Cancer Society in Lihue on my way to the airport this this afternoon, on a tip-off from a friend of a friend. they've been trying to hire a new director for 6 weeks, without success.

i walked in, there was one volunteer there. the place was a mess. i said, "I'm going to be the new Director here, if you want me." She asked me my name, we talked for 15 minutes about my experience in cancer research, she got on the horn to ACS in Honolulu. i'm faxing my resume and letter tonight. they want me. and i want out of here.

the place where i want to live on kauai makes Sheila's place look like a bustling metropolis, in comparison.

good bye world. i'm going to Eden.


word.

gettin' drunk(see drunkin' ramblings)It's 6 hrs ahead of whatever post time you see for me.
Today I am talkative.
Feel free to vote here!!!
shall I give a story...or crawl back into my shell.....gee?

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listening to Amanda Marshall'S "If I didn't have you"

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Feeling a familiar feeling. I was ironing a shirt a little while ago and I heard my computer say "user is online" and I instantly felt a sick kinda feeling. I only set the online alert for one person and I set it over 2 years ago. I figured it was some kinda mistake or something but sure as shit, it was "him." After all this time gone by, I didnt know what, if anything I was gonna say. I figured I'd have TONS to say but I had nothing to say. He informed me that he was deleting some shit off of his computer and didnt even realize that he still had ICQ. At first I actually thought that perhaps he was thinking about me..wrong again. So after a few, short exchange of words he said "good talking to you Dani and take care...I'm off to a meeting now." I simply replied "see ya, Wetfly."

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about to take an elfdump.

%man elfdump

Reformatting page. Wait... done

User Commands elfdump(1)

NAME
elfdump - dump selected parts of an object file

SYNOPSIS
elfdump [ -cdeihnprsvG ] [ -w file ] [ -N name ] filename
...

DESCRIPTION
The elfdump utility symbolically dumps selected parts of
the specified object file(s). The options allow specific
portions of the file to be displayed.

The elfdump utility is similar in function to the dump(1)
command, which offers an older and less user-friendly inter-
face than elfdump, although dump(1) may be more appropriate
for certain uses such as in shell scripts.

For a complete description of the displayed information,
refer to the Linker and Libraries Guide .

sobre para tomar un elfdump.
elfdump de %man

Cambio de formato de la paginaci�n. Espera... hecha

Comandos del utilizador elfdump(1)

El elfdump CONOCIDO - vacie las partes seleccionadas de un fichero objeto

Nombre de fichero del elfdump de la SINOPSIS [ - cdeihnprsvG ] [ - fichero de W ] [ - nombre de N ]...

La DESCRIPCI�N el utilitario del elfdump vacia simb�licamente partes seleccionadas del file(s) especificado del objeto. Las opciones permiten que las porciones espec�ficas del fichero sean visualizadas.

El utilitario del elfdump es similar en la funci�n dump(1) al comando, que ofrece un m�s viejo y menos convivial interfaz que elfdump, aunque dump(1) puede ser m�s apropiado para ciertas aplicaciones por ejemplo en los shell scriptes.

Para una descripci�n completa de la informaci�n visualizada, refiera al linker y a la gu�a de las bibliotecas.

still chuckling from sunday's Family Guy episode.

My fingers are cold. It seems that my right hand gets colder than my left. I wonder if a ghost is sitting on it.

Sarah, it may be premature but huge congrats on what seem sto be an upcoming vast improvement in your life.

My best friend spent sunday night catering in a room full of 12-year japanese exchange students, all girls. It was a going away party for them. She said at the end of the party, every single one started crying. She also said she picked up a lot of hello kitty cheapo merchandise afterwards.

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nate, that's ANNOYING. and, where is your mail art?

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chinga tu puta madre, pinche nate.

Where is my story, Clint?

Sing baby. I support you fully.




muh man.

Preparing for trial.

Gradually emerging from a mountain of files screaming for attention.

I went to the Missouri-Nebraska football game Saturday evening. Sometiime during the second quarter (when the game was already out of hand) someone in the East grandstands unfurled a banner bearing the likeness of J.R. "Bob" Dobbs. Damn, I'd nearly forgotten about the Church of the Subgenius. I've been out of college for 10 years. Made me laugh.

Unfortunately, nobody in my section got it.

crunchtime in yet another temple of the consumer frenzied god. i work to make images that make you buy. i know how it makes me feel, but how does it make you feel?

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getting ready to take my olympus om-1 in for an overhaul. I realized this weekend when i did a shoot with an off-camera diffused flash i had to use my F/P port, as opposed to my X port, which is for Bulb flash, therfore all of my exposures were under exposed, because bulb flash fires the flash before the shutter is open. My X port is screwed, and since it's an old camera, i figured i would get it back to spec by having it overhauled. Not terribly expensive and i have a back up camera, but i hate missing my camera nonetheless. She's my baby, my true baby gave me that baby 5 years ago for my birthday......... good thing it's onsite though, no sending it to wacamaw WI or some other remote crazy assed place...

listening to a strange and unnatural voicemail from the monkeyboy. he's been MIA for the past two months and has chosen today to re-emerge from parts unknown. apparently he's decided to resurface in brooklyn.

last month around this time i received a wild, drunken, lunatic message at 3 in the morning from some desperate fuck who kept babbling about how i needed to "get him out of new orleans" and that "we'd be even" if i did. i assumed it was the monkey, but who knows? i think he'd know better than to call me at 3 in the morning begging to charge a plane ticket on a corporate card that is no longer in my name. but anything is possible.

today he's telling me about some character called El Vees. "he's the Mexican Elvis, man!!!"
he wants me to meet up with him at the mercury lounge to introduce me to whatever poor, misguided, unsuspecting woman he's suckered into sleeping with him this time.

i don't know if i'm down for any of that shit. i have to head to the garment district and get measured for another suit. i haven't done much else but sit on my ass for the past month and a half.

it's time to get back on the horse and ride.


"mexican elvis"

sweet jesus, mother of god...

You're being measured for a suit? wow...ritzy.



Don't forget your bargan basement friends when you're a bigshot.

El Vez is a riot, see him......


good news, i had a typical experience at the repair shot. the typical

know it all repairman-"seems fine to me, your flash is firing just fine...see......."
me.."but i swear i sat down with it last night and only 4-5 out 10 fires did the flash go off..."
k.i.a.r.m-"well it seems good now, perhaps you forgot to let the flash recharge"
me."dude...i know how to use my flash and i know when to let it recharge....oh well $135 bucks in my pocket....."

stoked for my date tomorrow night. a real honest to god date. he's going to like drive over, pick me up, and take me out. his name is Markdavid (yes, suspiciously close to Milkdrinker, but that's his real name) and he is a Genuinely Nice Guy.

yeah baby. just call me the comeback kid.

after dinner we're going to the bookstore cafe to play Scrabble. he suggested we wear togas and try to coerce two others into playing teams with us. then if we lose he said we should throw a temper tantrum, and fling the board across the cafe in contempt. and he even doesn't know how much i hate to lose, so i figure i can seriously hang out with this guy.


and just for the record, i beat Dave in Scrabble: 316 to 299.

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droop, leave my momma out of it, cocksucker.

agatha, i need to remedy that.

i'd say. you and margret are the only ones left, and she just moved therefore has an excuse.

what am i doing. well, i just inhaled an entire 16 ounce container of hummous with tortilla chips, and now i'm going to go get a slice of pizza. i got sick in the past six hours or so, the sore throat and postnasal drip descended on me like a load of bricks. i was going to go to portland tomorrow night, but now i'm not so sure. i have about four loads of dirty dishes piled up on my counter, and i'm sitting here on the computer. today i took myself out to lunch, and realized after ordering and eating that i had left my wallet at home. it was horribly embarrassing. i have to go give them money tomorrow. i started my new job this week, it's pretty strange. they all do this little cheer whenever a big phone order comes in. i feel pressured to cheer along with them, but i feel fairly certain that i cannot bring myself to partake in their little ritual. i hope they don't think that i'm apathetic. actually, i don't really care whether they do or not. i refuse to cheer all day long at work. massage people are really strange.

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"broken down woman keeps putterin' along...

take it to the garage and give it a tune-up.

tow it to the used lot and sell that sucker cheap.

drag it to the junkyard and call it a day.

just stop tryin' to take dem boys for a ride."

man, that was weird as hell. little old lady by the highway, strumming a bright blue guitar and singing that song-- sounding like a cross between bob dylan and crying squaw.
what a bizarre dream.

in an inexplicably good mood for not having gotten through even my first cuppa coffee by 6:30am.

"i hope they don't think that i'm apathetic. actually, i don't really care whether they do or not."

I don't know if that was intentional, agatha, but I just about busted a gut when I read that. I say, go to Portland. You can always buy more dishes.

Listening to Ani-Dilate, if anyone knows that record, it fits the atmosphere inside my head this morning, cold, dark and sad for an undefinable reason. my band recorded a demo tape yesterday, without our bass player, who was being a dork. Thats okay, cause for somereason it came out sounding really, really good. I love good music equipment. Now we just need to get signed. My bass player is also playing with a local gal gone big time, Melanie Joy Beck, who is being scouted by the same label that Garbage is on!

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god it's fuckin hot...yesterday some places in the valley hit 109. THIS is the LA i come to expect. It has been a rather mild summer, so suspect he/she is gonna burn our asses alil longer. Actually it's due to the Santa Ana front that rolls through here around this time. In ht high desert winds pick considerably and fires are especially dangerous in these conditions. Dry, hot and windy.........it fucks with my allergies though. A lot of allergens are blown down from as far aways as Canada.

learning to see the world in tones

I'm suffering while workin' for the Man

scared in my 10th floor perch


FEARING angry tectonic plates.........they are inching their way closer to my area.....are the floods in NC, the hurricanes, the earthqaukes....are they signs of god's angry rath, is he cleansing? can he spare me if i convert now? was nostradamus right?

ah hell

.

I,m just glad I,m not sick today,I lost 3 pounds in two days and it wasn,t pretty.I see the big guys back,alone in te dark.Smile:)

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in a really bad fucking mood today. woke up on the wrong side of the bed, thinking about Michael and thus feeling less excited about my date with Markdavid tonight. damn that fucker, what a fucking shithead for fucking me up. i was just gonna let it all go, but the way i'm feeling right now, i want to make him realize what a dimwitted fucknut he is. i just wish he wasn't so sexy, and then everything would be fine, i would able to forget about him like yesterday's dustmites. then i turned my one-month-old computer on, and the fucker wouldn't boot up at all. it's just a useless electricity conduit and nothing more. so now i want to kill Michael and the people who built my pc. currently i'm at work and all i feel like doing is going to the gym and wailing on the punching bag until my knuckles are bleeding.

someone is selling all my heroes. Heard a commercial with a Galaxy 500 song on it, Saab i think it was......FUCK.........the mainstream is alwasy wanting to put it's geedy paws into something orginal and creative, let em stick to their Limp Biszcuts and Blink 175 or whatever.....they are gentrifying the airwaves and my neighborhood as well....(re: current issue of Los Angeles magazine) any chances of N and I getting a decent house to rent for a reasonable prices is slowly fading. A 1500 sqft house went for $450,000 just around the corner. FUCK!!!!

my neighborhood is a slum, my car got broken into last night, my house was robbed and my wife was mugged, my dog was killed by a rabid pit bull and i hear they have cock fights on the corner every Fri nite. i hear West Hollywood is where the new hotspots are....go there, stay there, keep your fucking Starbucks and Barnes & Noble...we like things unique, creative and flavored.......fuck you mainstream, you make me sick!

Mary had a little skirt
With splits right up the sides
And every time she wore the skirt
The boys could see her thighs


She also had another skirt
With a split right up the front
But didn't wear that much.

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looking for mary

a good friend of mary's.

waffles, move north. except houses cost more.
until you get a lot more north.

they cost less in the inbetween.

this is all unremarkable.

not listening to NPR while on my lunch break at work. I am the only one here. It's everyone ele's day off, and my assistant called in sick, so I get to stay in and do ofice work all day. Pro: I get caught up with paper work, and it's 40 degrees and gray outside. Con: I don't get to finish up my fieldwork, and its going tobe even worse outside next week.

Phhbbbt!

I went on a date (sort of)with Melany Joy BEck once. I forget the name of the movie, but she scavenged half-empty popcorn bags. "Just scoop out the popcorn on the top, the rest will be fine." We didn't get sick, but we both worked in the vitamin store, so I suppose we had health karma. Later, I accompanied her to Grinnell College to play backup for a gig of hers. I hope she gets signed, she was born to be a rock star. Take that as you will.

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cool office cam. hey Mark, do some shadow puppets for us.

who is Melany Joy Beck? is she from Detroit?

Margret, what the hell is going on with you in Albequerque? post something already.

eating a cheesesteak. our monthly all hands meeting is going on downstairs. my agents have done me well: you're supposed to attend to get the free food.

looks like my phone just went dead. nifty. that makes work a little easier.

Now i figured out why the big guy is in the dark he got his hair cut and must not like it,looks good to me

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Hi gee,
after obsessing for several days(I dropped this address) over earlier stuff,am BACK!!
still want that story?

at home. Melany Joy Beck is from Ontonagon, MI, and currently resides in Minneapolis. She is a small woman with a large voice, who sings and plays guitar. The closest i can come to comparing her to any other artist is to try to imagine what Fiona Apple would be like if she played guitar and tripped on irony instead of drama.

you can visit her at

http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Village/5379/index.html

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killing time as usual.

Snowed last night. So I went out and bought window insulation and a hair dryer.

I lead an exciting life. I may have to go rent a movie.

I slept in til 7:30 this morning. Sweet Jesus, what's wrong with me? I usually can stay asleep til ten at least!

semillamatomgreenshow.zzn.com

listening to african head charge and thinking about checking out the sensation exhibit before heading out to sunset park.

on the way back home from the 101 last night, i heard that the MTA announced that the three subway stations closest to the brooklyn museum would be closed for "repairs" this weekend. mere coincidence that the exhibit opens today? i doubt it.

to everyone i owe music to: i've alreay given most of your tapes away to women who are far more attractive than you. i still have one of the live parliament/funkadelic tapes i recorded for semillama.

i'll see if i can get around to mailing it out before karen asks for it.

better not, or I 'll take yer ma back to the pound.

Yowzaa!

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don't call it a comeback! i been here for years!

kickboxing rocks my world. i love beating the living crap out of the men in my class. and there's nothing they can do about it but suck it up and act tough. i wish i could start every single day like that, instead of just saturday mornings.

last night right from work joan and i went to palaminos for drinks, then to anna's for drinks. we stayed downstairs and pumped dollars into the jukebox and got shitfaced on Ali'i amber ale. my regular crowd hangs upstairs so i thought i'd be safe, but michael showed up and had a drink with us. it was very casual, though if i wasn't drunk i might have done something i would have regretted later, like, say, beat the living crap out of him. but i was too apathetic at that point to care much about anything other than james brown on the jukebox. i told him i'm moving to kauai and he was genuinely shocked. sucka.

then i went back to joan's place, and her dredlock'd artist husband whom i adore was pouring red wine. we hauled out all his art supplies and started painting and drawning all over the place. all over huge strips of rolled out paper, all over each other bodies. i did a really good drawing of him all folded up on the floor just staring at me.

what is this, my fucking journal? i'm high on endorphines right now. don't call it a comeback! i guess i'll go mop the floor and then go to the office. i'm so behind at work. i hope i don't get fired before i can quit.

p.s. i love adore you all. rock.

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I'm wishing that all my local friends weren't so addicted to Evercrack/Dreamcast/other games, praying that my dad eventually pays the phone bill, doing chem homework, reading The Whisperer in The Darkness (H. P. Lovecraft), waiting for a phone call that I know won't come, and writing email. That enough?

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realizing how out of place that post is with everything else on this board

thinking about taking a trip to the mojave dessert...

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N: DOWNTOWN/BRKLYN
TERMINATE: CONEY ISLAND

R: UPTOWN/QUEENS
TERMINATE: FOREST HILLS

6:UPTOWN/BRONX
TERMINATE: PELHAM BAY PRK

999:NEW WORLD ORDER
TERMINATE: LOS ANGELES

NEXT STOP: EAT HOT FUCK/STUN GUN LOVE

CO-CO-CO...CONNECTION.

A-->BLISS-->B

ENJOY THE RIDE.

"I was standing up on the hill, everybody was getting ill; ahhhh do that stuff,ahh do that stuff." George Clinton is so much cooler than his evil brother Bill.Has anybody been reading about the shit Jesse the body got himself in? The man speaks the truth, and people hate him. He said "organized religion is a crutch and a sham for weak minded poeple who can not make their own decisions." Right fucking on JESSE! I'm voting for him in 2000. Also did you hear the shit about Adolf Gulliani? It remindeed me of the Tammany Hall days of New York goverment. I wish Godzilla would really come and step on his house. Other than tat im planning on watching football, making spagetti, and trying to find someone who will smoke me up.

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seeking substance

jacked on caffiene. Walked to teh store and its about 36 out, so i warmed up w/ a cuppa joe when I got back. jiterjitter itterjitter

I've been watching some of the animation this weekend on mtv. Mostly the daria and downtown stuff. I must be feeling especially maudlin with this taste of winter, because I found myself wanting to hang out with CARTOON CHARACTERS. Wh't'fk? Then I realized that it was the situations and enviroments described that I found attractive, being w/ friends in a city where there are things to do every single night, even if it's just hanging out at each other's places.

I think that the past few months have been the most time i have ever spent alone, even counting grade school when I had no friends. I find myself looking forward to work for the human contact. I am really looking forward to gettign the hell out of tomah.

For a cartoon teenager, I find Jane Lane to be incredibly attractive. If i could just meet a similar real live person is round about my age...


am i slowly losing all grip on reality, or is reality losing its grip on me?




who really gives a shit?

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oops. wrong place.

People who have to put others down for believing in something are assholes. Not naming any names. Skooter.

hee hee, gee.

just got back from visiting the \link{http://www.spinnoff.com/dfc/archives, Dysfunctional family Circus archives}. oddly proud of the fact I got captions archived 12 times (#496,494,472,492,457,431,427,419, and 417, plus 493 and 500, which are still up at the main page.) Trppin my hutsak ina frenzy of dikplay down memory lane...

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listening to another Mekons record, (Hen's teeth) the 4th in the last month, this is turning out to be an obsession. I come to find out a hard-drinking Welshman is involved, figures..

and looking at the found pictures. #9 is me. Could be. How did my picture get into a jounk shop in New York? But then I felt the same way about a photograph in the holocaust exhibit a few years back, of a little Jewish girl, taken from its owner by the Nazis and kept, probably cataloged and numbered.... they had a lot of stuff like prisoner's uniforms, human hair etc. recovered from the concentration camps. It was all in the building where I worked and I got to pass by it every day. Sometimes there would be an actual survivor recounting their experiences in the lobby. It was a rare experience. This was at the time when certain groups were starting to float the myth that the holocaust never happened...

looking for tickets to the public enemy/rage against the machine show at roseland.

since i just hear about it on MTV, i'm sure it's already sold out.

i need to start paying attention again.

yeah.

that's why i can't find tickets.

the show was last night.

i hate it when that happens.

Wondering what this email means:

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tortured.

please make it go away.


i wish i had never met him.

Hey Gee...Am I an asshole? Does that make you an asshole for putting me down because i don't belive in something? Paradox! Hey if you weren't calling me an asshole then i'm sorry. If you were, then think about it before you go off. "To do is more than just to think about doing".

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religion seeks to answer the unknown, to fill in the blanks, to ease our human insecurities, = our fear of dying. It's nothing to be offended by, except when they start shoving it down your throat, and the pastor is a hatemonger. Just be honest with yourself and everyone else and recognize it for what it is.......


GOOD MORNING!

Typical weekend haze, blur, groggy, eyes. Nipply this am.....nipply = 60 degrees or below in LA. Hot shower, felt good, so did the HOT FUCK i had for breakfast as well.

Going to be a good productive boy this week.
I think

MARK!! I love the found photos, a wise and undoubtably interesting investment.

The wifey and I are celebrating our 3rd married year this week! Each night we will drink a different wine and fuck in a different position......you know....don't want old hat......BUT WAIT


......that sounds like a typical weekend .....RIGHT!
more often than not, the wine catches up first.

looking forward to Friday, getting out of town......

GOOD MORNING!

religion is an addiction. it bears all the symptoms. stop believing in god. i dare you.

i hate religion, but those of you who are the leaves on the trees are only pawns. i pity you, in the same way i pity the junky. you made some fucked up decisions, or they were made by your parents, and now you're addicted to god. you're addicted to the idea of nirvana.

you're so addicted that you can't even see where you went wrong.

if you can break it, you can look back and know what you where in the midst of. but for now, you're fucked. you're lost in the forest.

come now. climb in my helicopter. denounce your god. i can make you realize that we all breath with the universe.

i wanna ride

Looking for pictures of Manson (Marilyn) and Courtney...from the old days...Me and my girlfriend are dressing up like them for Halloween. Does that mean Im sure to get really fucked up and puke on myself? Nate-YOU the DOGG! Im glad someone else has some testes around here. Other than that just writing lyrics, mostley wierd sub-thought, stream of mind stuff. sometimes i read the stuff i write and go "Whoa, what does that mean?"

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listening to a classic song by The Subhumans...called From the Cradle to the Grave.......GOD! haven't heard this in years, starting miss all those albums i had to hock for money way back when

ahh...here we are, this song was my anthem at age 15,

From the Cradle to the Grave

Well they took you from your mother's womb and put you in a school
Told you how to run your life by following the rules
Told you not to pick your nose or disrespect the queen
Scrub your teeth three times a day keep mind and body clean

Save up all your pocket money, nothing is for free
And you'd better trust your parents cos there's no one else you see
And then they send you off each day remember what you're told
"You may think you don't need teaching but you'll need it when you're old"

And if you're too intelligent they'll cut you down to size
They'll praise you til you're happy then they'll fill you full of lies
Cos intelligence is threatening and genius is sin
If you could ever see through them they know they'd never win

So they channel your ability into the right direction
If you're good enough and rich enough you can be a politician
On the other hand if your too thick they'll tell you that you're lazy
They'll put you down and wind you up until it drives you crazy

They'll say you ought to learn a trade to help you in your life
Success is written in three parts: A job, a house, a wife
They'll say that school prepares you for the awesome world outside
Well it certainly gives you bigotry and patriotic pride

Racism, sexism teacher to class
From school to work remains the sameare you white and middle class?

You'll learn that bad men dress in black and good men dress in white
And the pamphlets in the playground say that's right
And that girls were made for housework and boys were made to fight
And the naughty pictures on page 3 make everything alright

And so from school to the outside world these morals you will take
And unless you can reject them you'll have your mind at stake

They'll give you a decision when you get to 18, too
The right to vote for someone else who says he cares for you
But the only thing he cares about is getting to the top
By conning you with empty words that promise you a lot
But the end result is slavery to a false set of ideals
You'll be tempted to believe them cos they'll seem so very real
The slavery of attitudes that make you keep in line
Subconsciously devoted to the morals of our time

And when you end up on the dole which you very likely will
They'll offer you a brand new trade: Learning how to kill

Why don't you join the army? Be a man and not a fool
There's someone else to think for you just like there was at school

They'll promise you absolution from the murders you'll commit
In the name of god and country they can get away with it
They fill you full of orders and promise you rewards
Like busting up your family by sending you abroad
A holiday in Germany or Iceland or Hong Kong
Making money being useless well it seems it can't go wrong
But then it's off to Northern Ireland where you'll practice what they preached
You'll shoot to keep yourself alive and kill to keep the peace
And then it won't be so much fun as you hear the wounded crying
Cos before they couldn't speak english and you didn't know what they were saying
But when the children call you "Bastard" it will make you think again
When you cannot tell the difference between animals and men

Animals don't wear uniforms but they kill as much as you
But the army kills for money and animals kill for food
It's the basest degredation in the name of what is right
Become something you never were and regret it til you die

Cos your father will tell you "Sonny, you must do as you are told"
And you'll say the same thing to your kids when you're 32 years old
And unless you can react against the brainwash from the start
Your government will rule your mind and your mind will rule your heart
You'll conform to every social law and be the system's slave
From birth to school to work to death, from the cradle to the grave.....

reading a postcard from Nate.

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Wondering exactly what the pay phone project is..I know it should seem obvious, but cannot find any detailed info on your website...

Thanks,

Jon

PS you do not change facial expressions much do ya?

xoblitz