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03:59 pm
[Link] | barnacle bob and his righteous crew of damned salty sea-dogs skipped along the shore singing folk songs at the top of their lungs, longingly. as they rounded the next bend, something was made very clear: their demise was near.
a floating anchor with googly eyes and a fearsome growl hovered five feet above the beach, menacing the crew of the gypsy falcon, barnacle bob's vessel.
"why have you come to this place?" the anchor asked.
"we are but salty sea-dogs, out for merriment and-"
but the anchor shot javelins out of it's eyes which quickly penetrated the chest, eyes, groin, and left shoulder of barnacle bob, extravagantly killing him. as his corpse thudded to the ground, the crew of the gypsy falcon gazed horror-struck upon the grim visage of their captain's slaughter.
"which one of you motherfuckers is next?" asked the anchor.
"i am!" replied salty sally, the first mate.
one hundred and thirty-six javelins were shot into her body.
"why did you do that?" queried bulbous billy.
he too was struck down, in his prime.
the remainder of the crew, dumbfounded, walked away.
"just walk away," said plundering paul quietly. "just ignore it."
this angered the anchor, but he was beginning to feel a bit like an ass.
"i shouldn't have killed those people," thought the anchor, furrowing it's brow. "what have i done?"
THE END
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03:37 am
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rock!
this is what i've been working on for the past two months in my spare time.
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01:46 pm
[Link] | i don't want to say i'm superior because i stopped drinking... i was superior to begin with!
i'm working on the myspace page for my new music project, "permanent soul damage." i hope people like the music! it's a collaboration between me and my friend phil. we've been making music for several years now, but i think it's time to take it to the next level. we need fans!
i feel like such a hack and a fraud. do you ever get the feeling you've been cheated?
that's just part of being in the "music business!"
Current Music: SPK - Genetic Transmission
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01:29 pm
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artist, playboy, bon-vivant
all i wanna do is eat, sleep, work, read, and ride my bike.
my father broke the seat on my bike. it was an accident. but he helped fix the other bike, so i rode that one instead.
re-read galapagos. what a good book!
i think i like the vitamin b-12.
i should be writing songs. i'll do that tomorrow when i have "band practice" with phil.
i'm over caffeine again. wow, i'm writing about my life! holy crap!
so many habits to kick. what's next? hamburgers? is that going too far?
i'll waste away without the nutrients that junk food provides!
i need to fix a few things wrong with my new car. after that, i'm outta here!
poetry time:
a salacious rat brought porridge to a melancholy toad
they were both 'sploded by a car on the road
a child saw this and laughed, which made me frown
they call me the candy colored clown
happy nightmares! oh, that reminds me- i had a dream that i was in hell and jon arbuckle was there complaining about something. he was in a room that closely resembled a panel from the garfield comic. what was he complaining about? i can't remember. i can't re-light that burnt out ember.
okay, that's enough. it looks like a lot of words because i put spaces between the sentences. good day!
Current Mood: b-12
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08:38 am
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success!
successful individuals persevere
they keep their desires clear
these driven people will persist
by now i guess you get the gist
i don't have to pull the pincushion out of the garden if i don't want to! my will is written in stone! i will not chew a bone! i'll cut through soft lengths of fabric with scissors and i'll harass waylon smithers!
pressed for time these days, behave - meet the press, shave! brave the warm waters don't swim too deep the undertow will suck you into the reef! the tropical coral will cut you to ribbons, it's sharp like a shark finning and gutting you to the point of disintegration. you will be re-integrated with the natural order of things. molecular, cellular, universal. law permits this. digested before you could comprehend the moment of evisceration! you think it criminal when it's the way of the nation!
bathe in shaving cream, see what i mean? like a trouser trout doing his oven cleaning in spring, bring the pain or ride rough, don't inhale. that snooty snail can't be as mean as me. i'm endorsed by the vatican and i can and will think things into existence at the drop of the pope's hat, rattamatat! like doing laundry without all the pains the stains he or she complains breaking free from the reigns! god, this music is fucked up!
what a trip, in paris! i tripped her. i meant every word! from here to salisbury! the youth of the nation complain too much! i'm horrified and flabbergasted, i'm aghast. i'm gripping the mast. she is the most disgusting display of swirled sanity in my pantry dropping her panties and giving me that disturbing cross-eyed stare i fall backwards down the stairs and my cares are being thrown away. i'm frothing now, all the senators are at bay, i will throw you in the bay, i will get my pay.
jesus!
okay.
buddha! metropolis!
uncouth! reprimand me for my altercation, permit the youth to spoil my occasion!
slippery slide away against the tide, the prince of persia will wince when he's heard of this!
i am wrapped in seaweed and doves are perched on my shoulders, ready to obey. it's a beautiful morning. the sky is violet on this beach. my complex destiny is within my reach!
Current Music: The Body Lovers - [Untitled Track]
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03:30 pm
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mortal bellow
paralyze the self indecisive knife conquistador attitude robust cunning slice of life
yeah, we're back into meal worms again. we're cooking up cream of wheat in a boot. the boot of failure. lick a tong, produce vegetables out of your top hat i was amazed.
i will not bend to the will of enunciation or the rails of reason nonsense is in season attitude adjustment altitude rust mint puzzled purple dummies hang-dog expression plain shame
trapped in a cell plant-like my domain photosynthesis shadow doubt crusty crown betwixt ropes of tangled hair demon's lair dragon's crest corny royal tragic delusion regal protrusion bedfellow union oil-stationary proletariat bunk-bed mystery
shellfish demise. prolapsed madness uncharted unharmed diluted feathery funky shallow pond scum drainage ditch maniacal wry wizard bitch witchy crooning wombyn salivation insurance registration
i will deny the rhyme i will deny all punctuation outlandish mystery of damn busted writer's block up a creek without a paddle - weak!
i am not the product of drugs.
this is now. it's all i have to proclaim what i will. i'm lame and i sleep by the window sill. t-shirts are good and i like chinese food. i really like my beard. i am weird. don't get flabbergasted by the proclamation, sit back relax and be patient
i have to pay but the dollars in my account are like my children and i won't give them up without a fight it's not right yet i am for sale to the highest bidder, i'm a quitter
there's more things to quit and more time to sit here and contemplate all the things in my mental diet that i ate don't be late for my ceremony we'll be watching episodes of my little pony
it's a tear-up doll, much like the scones from back in the halls of eden and oat bag screaming down the tubes wrapped up in the nude whimpering like a dog kicked by his master in the corner little jack horner with plum pudding pie - why can't he see the constellations in the sky? the stars are spelling it all out. let's get the lead out. i will lead you to temptation. the supreme temptation, my charleston chew. chew on some cod while listening to joan jett and we'll see where we stand then, my fine fickle hen! poppycock mackerel bastard jazz! sad sack sit-com brutality. the exposition of stand-up sitting down with a frown not impressed, yes? wearing that nasty brown dress? get off my lawn or suffer the consequences suffer my slinging wrenches!
i can't figure out how to end this lovely soliloquy. oh, i know!
ps: i'm stone sober. ha! i haven't even had any caffeine for a month! i'm... proud!
Current Mood: proud, creative
Tags: madness, sober
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09:05 am
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bang!
i like to quit bad habits, so i'm quitting caffeine now. i think i'm already over the headache! i wonder how long i should keep it up. i guess i should quit it forever. i'll see how it is after a month.
seriously considering moving out of this house with my brother. why not? it's time to "grow up," although in many ways i feel like a fourteen year old.
i thought it would be funny if my anxiety/depression was just caused by caffeine. i can't recall ever trying to seriously quit it before...
it all seems like some evil conspiracy. caffeine addiction? ha!
madness:
these old thoroughbreds are very temperamental! a veritable cavalcade of marionette abuse! systematically eradicating all signs of misappropriation! strategically serving high pitched torch-singers with everything we've got. all the fridays we have off we serve back to the customer, the singer, the dead ringer. the prostitute of the stage. the proclamation of the age! the bold bulwark of materialism effervescently absconding with back-bacon corn-on-the-cob and limitless mayonnaise. probable cause and effect, effectively ending the negotiations clouded in a thick fog of delicious butter-cream doubt and liverwurst. liver cheese chasing the hearse. i like to drag loaves of meat behind my car while i operate. i'm a machine-minded business volunteer operator. i operate clubs and phones and i seal my conscience in plastic film. vacuum packed for her perfection and my own twisted pleasure that only my nurse knows for sure. kneading needling supposed war-mongers of our age, protecting the ball-caressing swindlers under lock and key on top of the apple tree. i am losing sight of the immediate goal. baloney! if i were to revisit the past i would appear to be plaid to the casual observer. the readers with eagle-eyes understand my future planned literary massacre.
what ever happened to the non-fiction carnival? we're all swollen up, waiting for a man that doesn't come. i'm waiting for my man, but the plan has gone awry it would seem. so i will consume my ham on rye and writhe in slime!
if it's not about brains it's about similar pains! growing up in this neighborhood made me so misunderstood! i don't understand this statement. i don't want to be pacified by this "entertainment."
what if the hate in your head could be killed?
what would our world be like if things like that could be willed?
sludgy curmudgeon with acid tongue
locked in a dungeon, when the door hit my head it stung
like a wasp i misjudged myself
i got lost and i juggled bowling pins with an elf
Current Mood: <3
Current Music: Ohgr - Sunnypsyop - 01 - Hilo
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12:58 pm
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moist warriors
making the most of this situation calls for poise and control. decadence must be mashed down under our feet and between our toes. purge, exfoliate, extinguish, moisten the tips. bake up a hot sensation like a steam room full of confidence. confident striding individuals, coming out of night court comparing smiles. look in the mirror and see the hallowed hall of infinite miles of smiles reflecting back into your peripheral vision. the interzone where wild fantasies reside. i'm climbing into the barber's chair, but i get a lobotomy instead of this season's stylish do? can't stop the man with the scissors, he has other designs. bold party unfurling. the butler is now the commander. he's dancing on the grave of our innocence. our incense is burning and i'm learning truth. man was not made to know truth, he was made to be like john wilkes booth.
well, governor, that's the play on words of the day. i've got your pay, you rude tyrants from the break of day. calloo callay, i am becoming a great governing entity but new york city holds the incandescent secret to spiritual wealth or the time of a life in turmoil bleeding for oil until our well runs dry bombs falling from the sky, why?
stuff blowing up rubber duck pup with watery eyes and cries for help consuming kelp rebel yell the stunning south drool drips from my mouth in awe and black crows caw with mirth as we ride our tilt-a-whirl earth
houston, we have a problem. venus, we have a solution - suicide attempts could result in contusion we learned too late the hesitant withdraw of our forces when the horses are poked and beaten we are stroked in eden viscous fluid submission to the druid in charge in control that barge-driving troll
the new mutants at our door to even the score lenore's memory died in my brain folds last night not exactly quite what we had in mind take two less is more unequal negative amount summertime sin malnutrition nuva-ring ballast blast damn the torpedoes paint the flamingos black the color of my vestigial soul moldy remains of stillborn egos ferris wheel to the top with the three amigos
steve marched in marvelously, hopped in his chevy and gave chase to martin, but he was too short to be seen and we all started barfin' when we saw what happened next. an unusual drama for this time of day in this day and age nowadays isaac hayes
get with the program. this is the wave of the future. an illusion carved in stone.
la la la la la la la la la la la...
Current Music: Nine Inch Nails - Echoplex
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01:35 pm
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:O
i don't think my imagination is what it used to be. maybe i just need to focus more.
my skin looks weird. that's all, cats.
Current Music: Electric Six - Kukuxumusu
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12:17 pm
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shark week
regularly regurgitating my team spirit into a receptacle
going to town absorbing knowledge for fun
creating a sinful selfish spectacle
groaning at the cleverest pun
i'm bold and big in charge of figs not without worth at the end of the day
superbly flushed bruised and bunched up bleeding face-down in hay
hey hey hey what do you say this is our own sick institution
blowing air up your gown while i drown in this pollution
hell is overflowing with misguided souls crying out in pain
i'm drinking milk out of bowls and trying to get out this stain
lapped up like a cat tough and hardcore to the bone
wrapped up and spat as leathery as sylvester stallone
al capone's last stand eating custard out of my hand
bill the witch don't burn the bridge lift up your britches my taint itches
is this the fall of the roman empire
will i have to call the virginal choir
singing songs of temptation but we have to resist
oh the pain of menstruation and you just made the list
hit list shit list schindler's remorse
i get so pissed when i beat my dead horse
cry tears of rage break my bones in the cage
just getting more godlike as i age
soon hellfire will rain down upon this sham civilization
and it will be the dawn of my chilling live nation
we'll do it live i want him alive i want to play pool in my rumpus room
will we survive i wanna strive i don't want to flay fools in my dumping tomb
i'm over it not drawn to the tit of red hot coal hate
makes me sick and now i spit in it's face and i'm late
for a very important date
for a very important hour
for an insignificant minute
like climbing an infinite tower
past the end of the universe
outside the bloody boundary
outside your tar filled purse
i was hidden but you found me
at the foundry
in the pool playing strip poker with fools
few and far between buttered up my spleen sucking crumbs off the floor
i've seen this scene and it made me mean i'm truckin' with bums out the door
fantastic visage of this illusionary metropolis booming like explosive rats ballooning violating hesitating the delivery of poison
the poison doesn't work i feel hurt sad sedative a placebo i've outgrown this quandary we stole all the stones from the quarry to build our own pyramids
what does it represent? does it symbolize famine? do you really think your heavy handed fables will prevent any crimes? it was a crime of passion, but it doesn't pay because the soul is ashen and my demons won't go away!
i'll put those bastards in line all they do is whine and compare this moment to yesterday or the year before and i experience scores of bad vibes while putrescent figments of my imagination imbibe liquid terror i can't stop the music this is an error
blah! shpladow!
real life: sober and loving it
Current Mood: fine
Tags: madness, prose, rhymes, shpladow, sober
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08:42 am
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09:04 am
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i win
i decided to quit drinking alcohol for the rest of my life. i'm sick of being sick, making a fool of myself, wasting my time, wasting my money, and doing dangerous things when i'm intoxicated. i am deadly serious about this. i'm sick of being wasted! i have to teach myself that i don't need alcohol to survive. that's all!
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06:39 am
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blieahekghhhhhh
tremble beneath quivering rods of iron and understand the master plan while picking at a flan. it melts in the palm of your hand, not your mouth, don't go south or rhyme with orange, take your supplies out of storage.
everything hurts, but i don't care
i'm lackadaisical and classically trained i swear
i will pound on the keyboard until i'm so sore
i'll shed my skin and expose my dessicate core
dead alive, evil dead
snotty sinuses, legitimate dread
stuck up priestess at the foot of my bed
fetal position for indie cred
you'll just make it all up
you won't make any sense
you'll mistreat my pup
and burn foul smelling incense
license to thrill hogs in heaven for dobbs
ice cream scandal of cogs in heaving machinery
debilitating neuroses at the drop of a hat
roly-poly fist-fucked and fat
don't go there
tear out your hair
there's nothing wrong with that! nothing a little mustard wouldn't fix, know what i mean? i'll salute generals on my own time like a perky rhinoceros on main street while digging a shallow grave for martin short.
i won't retort at the resort when my lips are sealed
i pulled her ankles up and she squealed
fantasy or legitimate theater?
that new band "meatus" is really good
just made it up out of thin air so don't bother searching for it
i graduated from high school and i don't give a shit!
so now it's just back to swear words, sex stuff, disgusting imagery, and nonsense! i am a "grown man!"
immaturity is my middle name and rhyming nonsense and swear words more than make up for my lack of something or other. i don't know. i feel ill.
i feel like a less talented mark prindle with no point! if i had a point, i would be dangerous.
get over it!
i am in severe pain!
uh... carry on. sorry! ;)
Current Mood: sick
Current Music: Nine Inch Nails - Complication
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01:56 pm
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i'm an idiot (part 33)
i'm sick, but i'm a good one. i'm a wooden son. i'll lick your feet when they are dirty. please don't scurry away when i am trying to flay your braised blackened barbecue. i only want to fondle your fondue. don't suck at math, but make a swell graph displaying the results of totally tragic aircraft.
i'm sinning against satan. my road is paved with excrement. i am full of holy light and i vomit pebbles from the sea floor. i can't see anymore. my lights were put out by other gods. i can't see because the odds are against me i climbed a tree naked and escaped to the land of wilderness i hid there and took off my morrison necklace. a gift of god trodden by sod-footed shit-dwellers. swollen putrescent pig dogs looking at jpegs of my ex wife while lasciviously slicing their thumbs purposely with their knife in the dark. hark! a vagrant comes into my room unannounced and i already renounced my love of judas how can they do us this way i only ate curds and whey under a hay stack supreme like the donovans unlike your other moms clutching handbags dangling from my side mistress distressing slide my hand across her hide
rough to the touch but so much to love. if i get fat my love handles will fulfill my lovers with an ecstatic spew. that from my horns the tips of which are holy and making sexy people say holy moly where did this love come from can i get it on the run, no you can't but i'm vibrant and i am beautiful.
beautiful on the level with a head full of the beast. on me knees like an elven bumquist. display my shoddy hair as angels sing of my sodden sin. i'm just a ventriloquist from hell's horn tin dictatorship let the sun shine in
let my hair hang down does your labia hang low
cocker spanial
pussier daniel
johnston sings like a fourteen year old drunk
this verse stinks like a mortally wounded skunk
i will breathe my last breath at the sight of this thought
in bed by the disease that i caught
my mom wants to know why someone brought my driver's license
i used it to cut the cocaine so i could quench
the thirst for kicks i had that night so please lay off
that's a lie but at least i'm not bernie maddoff
Current Mood: good? (no)
Current Music: ernest tubb
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02:25 am
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new song
http://www.traxinspace.com/song/43472
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03:21 pm
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stupid poetry for you
it's a special time for special girls
your liberty box is unfurling the curls
readying setting and flaming like grapes
taking on great big grape apes
dutifully reprogramming your masters
burning those tragedies and averting disasters
blowing away hedgehogs with little thought
and you thought "well, why not?"
suggesting things of lewdness to kids
punching the faces of dorky ids
below the belt and in god we trust
i will smelt this ancient rust
the crucifix of satan and the rude entry of radon
bowing to my own sick lover king
as i get older i'm mellowing
real life: i still am capable of hatred. bad vibes are being shot around willy nilly. i hate it! but it invigorates me. i only believe in certain things. i will soon get my wings.
i love the dizzying highs. that is why i tolerate the terrifying lows and the creamy centers. i don't know why i am making a simpsons reference... i am ashamed of myself for this! i have only good vibrations to give to you! i am just a puppet! good day.
Current Mood: weird
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10:48 am
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hatred
i used to want somebody to hate me, but now that they do, it hurts my feelings!
i think i'm over it now. hahaha!
kind of an unrequited hate thing.
Current Music: Hedwig and the Angry Inch - Tear Me Down
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09:56 am
[Link] | i can be ashamed of myself for hours, but now i am not ashamed of anything.
i love life.
i understand what's going on here.
maybe this will explain things:
http://www.mattfurie.com/032009big.php?id=19
Current Mood: dead / god
Current Music: Swans - Identity
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12:18 pm
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march madness
why do people use shampoo to clean their hair?
because it's better than using real shit!
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03:07 am
[Link] | i got to the city of gold in spelunky.
i think i'm done with that game now!
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