Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Multiples of 11
niggas are real
I shall get as real as you want me to get
we fuck up real good
we fuck our messs is so real
can you hear alll the c h u r n i n g of
the waves
the noise
the pizza
fuck alll buttt usss
Untitled [ First Class A Plus Plus Plus ]
Everything you say and do
Everything you think and are
That was a retarded request
Hair today and garden tomorrooww
What do you think about life?
Are you Jewish?
Old man in a straw hat bringing in the trash cans
I let the dogs out, and they ran to the edge of the yard barking at you
What will we be?
Have you died?
Bill Murray and Wes Anderson
I hope I can handle it
Will it be too much
Is it too much
I am listening to 3rd Planet by Modesto Mousu.
I recorded myself dancing in my underwear to Genius of Love by Tom Tom Club and Lisa by Don't Stop or We'll Die
I watched it back right after
It is upside down, but I set my phone down and angled it so I could watch it flipped
means nothing
it is what
it is
i am a part of this
this
Now I am listening to Gravity Rides Everything ... Do
I do not have a problem
I do knot know khow to khelp kyou
Hi, I am by
G.
Everything you think and are
That was a retarded request
Hair today and garden tomorrooww
What do you think about life?
Are you Jewish?
Old man in a straw hat bringing in the trash cans
I let the dogs out, and they ran to the edge of the yard barking at you
What will we be?
Have you died?
Bill Murray and Wes Anderson
I hope I can handle it
Will it be too much
Is it too much
I am listening to 3rd Planet by Modesto Mousu.
I recorded myself dancing in my underwear to Genius of Love by Tom Tom Club and Lisa by Don't Stop or We'll Die
I watched it back right after
It is upside down, but I set my phone down and angled it so I could watch it flipped
means nothing
it is what
it is
i am a part of this
this
Now I am listening to Gravity Rides Everything ... Do
I do not have a problem
I do knot know khow to khelp kyou
Hi, I am by
G.
Monday, September 28, 2015
"C" Assignment Story
He used map colours to draw the forest. He stole through this forest, and when he came out to a field, he was wet, and he carried a flat-screen plasma Dell computer monitor. He smiled at the sun that was setting. A flying animal was flyin' at him from the northwest at a declining angle of 18 degrees. When it got near him, it turned and flew into the sun and burned black. When the bird went by, Timothe dropped his monitor, and it disappeared as it touched the grass that was leaning 78 degrees from the ground. Timothe exited the drawing, and when he sat back in a chair, he felt like a giant one thousand times bigger than a normal sized human. His clothes were black, and he thought of the flying animal all black after it flew into a sun. He almost cried, but he was too scared. A teacher was talking about a bathroom, and two children laughed. Timothe lowered his head onto the wood flat desk in front of him. A white cloud rose beneath him. Falling through it, he saw and felt a soft, green tree as his hair grew shorter and lighter. He felt like a a good boy, since a mushroom told him so. Soon though it was dirty and dark, and he has scared again but in a different way. He almost cried, because he did not want to die. He thought of his grandmother, who he thought was dead. He saw her in the darkness. She was gone after a moment, and Timothe saw dark yellow and orange spots in the darkness. He thought of Julia, who was a girl, who said, "I'm sorry," when she learned that his grandmother was dead. It made him sad to think of his grandmother all dead and in darkness for eternity, so he crawled out of a sideways hole and was not dirty. He thought of what grass feels like but could not remember exactly. Today he wished was over. Completing a round trip to collect water for people. If he helped like that, like he had seen in movies, he might not feel so useless. He ate and sat and breathed and got uncomfortable and strained and made pain for his muscle and bone. Carla worked at a bookstore and did not bother herself or waste her time with impossible dreams or fantastic wishes. She saw Timothe from behind the checkout counter at a bookstore, while she was working. Jane was his mother, and he followed her into the store and walked slowly around looking. Carla did not like his face, but she thought he was interesting, because he was weird. It was sunny outside, and some of the sunlight shined into the store. It was Friday, January 11, 18163. Timothe kicked the bottom of the door frame as he was leaving the bookstore after his mother. Carla glanced at him, and she thought he tripped. She almost laughed, and then her left eye felt dry. She rubbed it with her left hand. She had purple nail polish on. She looked down 41 degrees with her right eye at a book titled, "The Long Loss When We Watch the Summer Pass on Our Decks, Porches, or Patios." Ten feet outside the store, Timothe rubbed his right eye with his right hand as he noticed a long green leaf of a plant with his left eye. Julia was walking on the corner by a different kind of plant 12.352 meters to the northwest of Tim. She lifted her left foot with a Nike shoe on it. The reason she was there was because she was looking for her mother, who
Little Green Coke People
[ Read this in the voice of a sick coughing person ]
Oh, I forgot the wax over the... sun can, and I pulled out the crane from the sidewalk, and she said...
Uh, I'm not even here right now, so I built a straight bridge perpendicular to the ground right in the middle of the road.
It was 30 feet wide and 8,000 feet tall, and if you got in a car, you could use your legs and walk straight up the bridge, and when you got to the end, you would just dip down into some crystal clear water, crystal cool water, and the water would eat your legs off, and your little bony nubs right under your butt would walk along the little bright coral Legend of Zelda, Sonic the Hedgehog beach front property, and two fish made of octopuses would attach to your bony thigh nubs, and you would be able to walk 3000% faster, and you would walk all the way to the store, where you could chop your left hand off and use it to buy a 67 ounce bottle of Green Coca-Cola, and you would unscrew the top, and the carbonation would melt your eyeballs, and so they would droop down off your face and also kinda freeze, or then they would become semi-solid and float and flap in front of your face like dog tongues, and then you could see 1700% better, and then you would pour the Green Coke.
You would stick the top of it in your bellybutton and drink it all through your bellybutton, and then your bellybutton would eat the bottle made of plastic, and then a little hole in your left side would open up, and a little factory would pop out and process the plastic and turn it into little people, who represent Lemmings from the video game of the same name, and they would be able to walk on the air and go anywhere, and they can create any type of matter, that does or doesn't currently exist, and they can replicate themselves, and so they can go anywhere, and they can get as small as they want to, but they can't get bigger than 6 inches tall and 2 inches wide, so they can go anywhere, though, and it only takes them 1 over X amount of time to get there, and they can turn their bodies - they start with little green bodies made of Coke plastic, but then they can turn themselves - they can produce anything real or imagined out of their bodies, and they do this about half their time, 50% of their time, exactly 50% of their time, and the other 50%, they're either resting or having social interactions for pleasure, and so that's basically what reality is for us, so, and these little green Coke people never die, and they never change, unless they want to, and they all waited in line to meet GOD HIMSELF, and they all grabbed onto the hairs of HIS long white beard, and they shake GOD'S hand 50 at a time.
50 of them shake GOD'S hand at one time, and GOD invites them back for some pasta salad and tuna fish, and then my legs grew back, but it felt like the blood inside was made of acid and lead, and so I just tacked them up to the sky, and all my insides spilled out of my mouth *burp*, and I just grabbed onto two birds, who were passing by on their way to The Watering Hole, which is the name of a night club on top of OPRAH'S mansion, and I just grabbed onto their tail feathers, and I was ripped away and just floating, and each bird weighed about 1.1 pound, I mean, each bird weighed .1 pound, and I weighed .11 pounds, and my clothes all turned brown, very pale brown and became tatters, and my penis and I became about 3 feet long, and my penis was also 3 feet long, and I began to cry purple bubbly tears, and it landed on top of all the houses and everyone's yards and all the buildings everywhere and on all the land and the roads, and the bubbles popped up into everyone's faces, and there were these clear gases that were released all over the place, and it made everyone feel like they had just kissed someone, and they smiled and kinda laughed, because they knew they hadn't, but
it still felt like they had just woken up, and they all gave each other high fives and tapped each other on the butt and then just all held hands and walked in unison to the next thing they had to do today.
Goodbye
Oh, I forgot the wax over the... sun can, and I pulled out the crane from the sidewalk, and she said...
Uh, I'm not even here right now, so I built a straight bridge perpendicular to the ground right in the middle of the road.
It was 30 feet wide and 8,000 feet tall, and if you got in a car, you could use your legs and walk straight up the bridge, and when you got to the end, you would just dip down into some crystal clear water, crystal cool water, and the water would eat your legs off, and your little bony nubs right under your butt would walk along the little bright coral Legend of Zelda, Sonic the Hedgehog beach front property, and two fish made of octopuses would attach to your bony thigh nubs, and you would be able to walk 3000% faster, and you would walk all the way to the store, where you could chop your left hand off and use it to buy a 67 ounce bottle of Green Coca-Cola, and you would unscrew the top, and the carbonation would melt your eyeballs, and so they would droop down off your face and also kinda freeze, or then they would become semi-solid and float and flap in front of your face like dog tongues, and then you could see 1700% better, and then you would pour the Green Coke.
You would stick the top of it in your bellybutton and drink it all through your bellybutton, and then your bellybutton would eat the bottle made of plastic, and then a little hole in your left side would open up, and a little factory would pop out and process the plastic and turn it into little people, who represent Lemmings from the video game of the same name, and they would be able to walk on the air and go anywhere, and they can create any type of matter, that does or doesn't currently exist, and they can replicate themselves, and so they can go anywhere, and they can get as small as they want to, but they can't get bigger than 6 inches tall and 2 inches wide, so they can go anywhere, though, and it only takes them 1 over X amount of time to get there, and they can turn their bodies - they start with little green bodies made of Coke plastic, but then they can turn themselves - they can produce anything real or imagined out of their bodies, and they do this about half their time, 50% of their time, exactly 50% of their time, and the other 50%, they're either resting or having social interactions for pleasure, and so that's basically what reality is for us, so, and these little green Coke people never die, and they never change, unless they want to, and they all waited in line to meet GOD HIMSELF, and they all grabbed onto the hairs of HIS long white beard, and they shake GOD'S hand 50 at a time.
50 of them shake GOD'S hand at one time, and GOD invites them back for some pasta salad and tuna fish, and then my legs grew back, but it felt like the blood inside was made of acid and lead, and so I just tacked them up to the sky, and all my insides spilled out of my mouth *burp*, and I just grabbed onto two birds, who were passing by on their way to The Watering Hole, which is the name of a night club on top of OPRAH'S mansion, and I just grabbed onto their tail feathers, and I was ripped away and just floating, and each bird weighed about 1.1 pound, I mean, each bird weighed .1 pound, and I weighed .11 pounds, and my clothes all turned brown, very pale brown and became tatters, and my penis and I became about 3 feet long, and my penis was also 3 feet long, and I began to cry purple bubbly tears, and it landed on top of all the houses and everyone's yards and all the buildings everywhere and on all the land and the roads, and the bubbles popped up into everyone's faces, and there were these clear gases that were released all over the place, and it made everyone feel like they had just kissed someone, and they smiled and kinda laughed, because they knew they hadn't, but
it still felt like they had just woken up, and they all gave each other high fives and tapped each other on the butt and then just all held hands and walked in unison to the next thing they had to do today.
Goodbye
Thursday, September 24, 2015
To Live and Die and L.A. and Summer Sun at Conception and November and Colors and Awake and Eat
...
Am I obsessive or compulsive or disordered?
"slitely bored and severely confused"
or just scared for no reason? [readon] Not thinking
Wrong thinking %%^)&T^-+*-/-&^E#*+D:+
Her hands. Whole Eye
Sexual, Interpregnate. I was conceived
March 1989. I got my Period in 1999.
I laid with a woman in 19-2000-10.
I had 3 Friedeggs and 2quarts of OrangeJuice
mixed with Vanilla Almund Milk.
I laid the Sunday Paper out on the Patio Floor.
I extracted My Mother and Father From me.
I was 25. I had 34 years left. I had no idea.
I married a BLACK woman with 14 children;
she was 42, born in '42.
She made bananas Professionally.
TheyallwereYell OW excepttheGreen+Brownones.
Her children's names were = Kat, What, Blue,
Forbes, Queet, White, Es, Sevent, Q, Weep,
Quiet, Ship, Quit, Geoff, and That's it.
The Cock has sex wiff all of Them.
They are Ants, and they gave me warts and E Coli.
I ate cakes. 7 of my kids left Earth for other Planets.
I Printed 80 million Pages of my Personal Journal.
I ate 4 billion Planets. I lost my head 8 times,
got new heads, more than 1 or 2, or 3 at once.
I mapped the ocean floor from a bacterium's Perspective.
I ate 101 billion galaxies and multiverses.
Am I obsessive or compulsive or disordered?
"slitely bored and severely confused"
or just scared for no reason? [readon] Not thinking
Wrong thinking %%^)&T^-+*-/-&^E#*+D:+
Her hands. Whole Eye
Sexual, Interpregnate. I was conceived
March 1989. I got my Period in 1999.
I laid with a woman in 19-2000-10.
I had 3 Friedeggs and 2quarts of OrangeJuice
mixed with Vanilla Almund Milk.
I laid the Sunday Paper out on the Patio Floor.
I extracted My Mother and Father From me.
I was 25. I had 34 years left. I had no idea.
I married a BLACK woman with 14 children;
she was 42, born in '42.
She made bananas Professionally.
TheyallwereYell OW excepttheGreen+Brownones.
Her children's names were = Kat, What, Blue,
Forbes, Queet, White, Es, Sevent, Q, Weep,
Quiet, Ship, Quit, Geoff, and That's it.
The Cock has sex wiff all of Them.
They are Ants, and they gave me warts and E Coli.
I ate cakes. 7 of my kids left Earth for other Planets.
I Printed 80 million Pages of my Personal Journal.
I ate 4 billion Planets. I lost my head 8 times,
got new heads, more than 1 or 2, or 3 at once.
I mapped the ocean floor from a bacterium's Perspective.
I ate 101 billion galaxies and multiverses.
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Everything SEEMS meaningless.
I do not want to BE anything.
I just want to enjoy some things.
I GIVE A TALL GLASS OF FRESH CLEAN DRINKING WATER TO EVERYONE EVERY TWO HOURS.
EVERY BEING THAT NEEDS TO DRINK WATER TO LIVE ANYWHERE ANYWHEN. I AM the provider.
You will find the perfect solution of this information to help us make the best thing. Nobody's I.
I'm a huge favor from the start with a lot of work that we are still interested in learning.
The only one who can be a good idea to do is the one who has the same way to go through the end.
I do not want to BE anything.
I just want to enjoy some things.
I GIVE A TALL GLASS OF FRESH CLEAN DRINKING WATER TO EVERYONE EVERY TWO HOURS.
EVERY BEING THAT NEEDS TO DRINK WATER TO LIVE ANYWHERE ANYWHEN. I AM the provider.
You will find the perfect solution of this information to help us make the best thing. Nobody's I.
I'm a huge favor from the start with a lot of work that we are still interested in learning.
The only one who can be a good idea to do is the one who has the same way to go through the end.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
A Silly Story That Makes Sense
Geral was born in hospital when his mother was 33 years and 7 months old. As she held him in her arms, his father walked out of the room, and she never saw him again. She was in such a stupor, that she forgot the 'd' that she meant to be at the end of her son's name. Originality became her new lifestyle after she decided to raise a son named Geral. She quit her elementary school teaching job and started her own business of growing potted plants and shaping them to look like people with green bushy heads.
Geral was home schooled, and when he was six years old, his mom had a girl, who she named Aria. Aria learned to make Geral her sole source of entertainment, companionship, and survival. The three traveled always and mainly lived in hotels with ground floor lounge bars. Aria's favorite food were pickles, and Geral's were pretzels.
When Geral was 12, a woman named Cady saw him and Aria walking down a big city sidewalk, looking for their lunch. She decided to take full responsibility for their lives, while their mother was pawning treasures that she picked out of dump sites along the highway. Cady asked the kids questions and led them to some government agencies, promising them safety and good things. At the end of the day, they were driven to a large new house on the edge of a town called Cottleville. They wore new clothes and laid in new beds. There was a closet full of new, unopened games and toys. There was a pantry and a refrigerator full of every kind of food except pretzels and pickles... The air in the house was colder than they were comfortable with, so they protected themselves with layers of clothes. Cady and her husband were settled in the first floor of the cavernous building, far away enough for Geral and Aria to ignore as they roamed the rooms of white. They had been content, but within two days, became infinitely bored and began to miss their mother.
She didn't think of her children until the sun set on the desert horizon, when she realized she hadn't eaten dinner with them and didn't even know where they were. She peeked around their temporary lodging and asked the clerk, but nothing... 'Those brats,' she thought, 'Is this their idea of a joke?' She watched talk shows on the hotel TV and smoked on the bed, until she fell asleep. Her empty head and disconnection from reality were a result of the culmination of everything she had been through, and she wasn't done yet. She woke at dawn. She sat up on the silky, warm bedding, glaring at the dim yellow glow behind the thick curtains. She thought of the kids and said, "God damn..." She walked the streets all day, visiting the places she imagined they would go, calling out their names. An older woman, witnessing her in need, offered her help. "No," their mom said, more embarrassed than concerned. She missed them, realized how much she loved them, then loved them more. Night fell and she found herself in front of a calm blinking police station, staring at it intently, elusive plans slipping through her mind grasp. Slowly, she made her way to her quiet room and rested her head.
Aria and Geral rode quietly in the back of a roomy, deep blue SUV, playing with each other's hands, as Cady drove them to their new schools, talking cheerfully to no one about their happy futures. They glid past ranches and fields, bright gold under a powerful sun. Aria went into the administration office with Cady and Geral and waited while he was enrolled. The damage came when Geral was commanded to stay, and Cady led Aria away. "You're going to your own school with nice kids just like you!"
"Errrrrr-Aah! Nnnnnnnhhe!" Aria pleaded and pulled. Geral's face tensed, and he tried not to cry.
Geral calmed as he acquainted himself with the classroom. His eyes were caught by a girl sitting in the back row. She had long straight black hair. 'Lucy' was written on her name card in bold black marker. She seemed to have a supernatural quality, distinct from from her surroundings and classmates. Geral was the last student to enter, so he sat in the front row. Lucy paid fervent attention to the lesson, while Geral divided his between the teacher and everything else.
They walked together after school to Lucy's bus stop. Neither could think of something good enough to say to the other. They were silent. Geral hung around and waited with her, but this made her uncomfortable, and he left after a few minutes of ground-staring. Her bus would take her home to Rose Hill, and he was to return to Mist Vale.
Geral arrived at Aria's school, and she ran at full speed to embrace him, then empty her thoughts onto him. She told him every detail of her day. She said it made her feel like the baking ham she had watched through a round-cornered rectangular window in the oven at their grandmother's house. Or maybe like one of those mythical pigs stuck through with a skewer, eating an apple, rotating slowing behind a butchery window. Anyway, she was happy now to be hanging on Geral's arm again. Although, she uneasily sensed something had happened to him at school and he was distracted. They had missed their buses on purpose and trekked toward the place where they slept in the opposite of a hurry.
Aria always kicked off her shoes before stepping on the white-tan carpet, not out of cleanliness or respect for her guardians' rule, but because she liked the feel of the bristly fibers between her toes. Geral usually stomped right on in remaining defiantly shod. Sometimes he kept his sneakers on until wanted to put his feet up on his bed. Wearing shoes in this house felt right to him, since baring his feet would contradict the fact that he felt uncomfortable and not the least bit at home.
The End
to be continued . . . .
Geral was home schooled, and when he was six years old, his mom had a girl, who she named Aria. Aria learned to make Geral her sole source of entertainment, companionship, and survival. The three traveled always and mainly lived in hotels with ground floor lounge bars. Aria's favorite food were pickles, and Geral's were pretzels.
When Geral was 12, a woman named Cady saw him and Aria walking down a big city sidewalk, looking for their lunch. She decided to take full responsibility for their lives, while their mother was pawning treasures that she picked out of dump sites along the highway. Cady asked the kids questions and led them to some government agencies, promising them safety and good things. At the end of the day, they were driven to a large new house on the edge of a town called Cottleville. They wore new clothes and laid in new beds. There was a closet full of new, unopened games and toys. There was a pantry and a refrigerator full of every kind of food except pretzels and pickles... The air in the house was colder than they were comfortable with, so they protected themselves with layers of clothes. Cady and her husband were settled in the first floor of the cavernous building, far away enough for Geral and Aria to ignore as they roamed the rooms of white. They had been content, but within two days, became infinitely bored and began to miss their mother.
She didn't think of her children until the sun set on the desert horizon, when she realized she hadn't eaten dinner with them and didn't even know where they were. She peeked around their temporary lodging and asked the clerk, but nothing... 'Those brats,' she thought, 'Is this their idea of a joke?' She watched talk shows on the hotel TV and smoked on the bed, until she fell asleep. Her empty head and disconnection from reality were a result of the culmination of everything she had been through, and she wasn't done yet. She woke at dawn. She sat up on the silky, warm bedding, glaring at the dim yellow glow behind the thick curtains. She thought of the kids and said, "God damn..." She walked the streets all day, visiting the places she imagined they would go, calling out their names. An older woman, witnessing her in need, offered her help. "No," their mom said, more embarrassed than concerned. She missed them, realized how much she loved them, then loved them more. Night fell and she found herself in front of a calm blinking police station, staring at it intently, elusive plans slipping through her mind grasp. Slowly, she made her way to her quiet room and rested her head.
Aria and Geral rode quietly in the back of a roomy, deep blue SUV, playing with each other's hands, as Cady drove them to their new schools, talking cheerfully to no one about their happy futures. They glid past ranches and fields, bright gold under a powerful sun. Aria went into the administration office with Cady and Geral and waited while he was enrolled. The damage came when Geral was commanded to stay, and Cady led Aria away. "You're going to your own school with nice kids just like you!"
"Errrrrr-Aah! Nnnnnnnhhe!" Aria pleaded and pulled. Geral's face tensed, and he tried not to cry.
Geral calmed as he acquainted himself with the classroom. His eyes were caught by a girl sitting in the back row. She had long straight black hair. 'Lucy' was written on her name card in bold black marker. She seemed to have a supernatural quality, distinct from from her surroundings and classmates. Geral was the last student to enter, so he sat in the front row. Lucy paid fervent attention to the lesson, while Geral divided his between the teacher and everything else.
They walked together after school to Lucy's bus stop. Neither could think of something good enough to say to the other. They were silent. Geral hung around and waited with her, but this made her uncomfortable, and he left after a few minutes of ground-staring. Her bus would take her home to Rose Hill, and he was to return to Mist Vale.
Geral arrived at Aria's school, and she ran at full speed to embrace him, then empty her thoughts onto him. She told him every detail of her day. She said it made her feel like the baking ham she had watched through a round-cornered rectangular window in the oven at their grandmother's house. Or maybe like one of those mythical pigs stuck through with a skewer, eating an apple, rotating slowing behind a butchery window. Anyway, she was happy now to be hanging on Geral's arm again. Although, she uneasily sensed something had happened to him at school and he was distracted. They had missed their buses on purpose and trekked toward the place where they slept in the opposite of a hurry.
Aria always kicked off her shoes before stepping on the white-tan carpet, not out of cleanliness or respect for her guardians' rule, but because she liked the feel of the bristly fibers between her toes. Geral usually stomped right on in remaining defiantly shod. Sometimes he kept his sneakers on until wanted to put his feet up on his bed. Wearing shoes in this house felt right to him, since baring his feet would contradict the fact that he felt uncomfortable and not the least bit at home.
The End
to be continued . . . .
Weepers over Heavy Times
It's
Alarming that my options are always shrinking, even just in relation to the time that passes.
---
Two-Bitch straddles a Dutch door an' hollas in at Siggy, "I'm a goin' git some fried crawfish, hon'! Yawn't any?!" She swings out on the door. "He-haw! Ride 'em --OH!" The hinges burst an' 2-Bitch falls flat on huh bulbous front. "Aww, shit!"
It's all dusky out, air littuhed with lightnin' flies. Siggy trots out to the pitiful scene. "Damn, Toob... I love you like Hell, but... you suck, cuz you so stupid like that!"
"Shut up, I know!" Toob rolls ova an' sighs.
"Well, le's get dem crawf--" Sig starts to say, buhfore *Fart!* Toob lets a stink bomb loose.
"A'ight, I'm gone!" Sig hops off the porch an' shuffles away.
"He-haww-hee-haw!" Toob has no shame and less dignity. Sig's at the gate by the travel trail, Two-Bitch shouts, "Oo, gimme some hushy pups too!!"
The weepers loom over Siggy, as she strolls to Mr. Luther's Chow House. The dark times weigh heavy an' sneaky demon-wisps swoop 'tween the brambles over the path of raw earth. Indigo-violet tears plop outta Siggy's eye slits an' tumble along her rouged green face. On she marches full of regret an' misplaced heroism.
Toob crawls into the life-room and squirms under the Pit. Right away she's sopping like a pig if they sweated. She grabs an armful of coals orange an' hot as young stars. The rogue black whisper, that Toob hides under the back of her wig, keeps harm at bay. She's not as stupid as she lets on. She never planned to go to Luth's for craws tonight. There's a pa'tic'lar heavy Deem comin' down on Poss Bore Hill soon... an' if 2-Bitch does right -er, wrong, rather- then all them Life-deporters are in for a rude s'prise.
"Hee-haww!" She swallows dem-orb after dem-orb till her deep rosy belly bulges with sinister gluttonous glee. "Shit's goin' down an' at las' lil Tooby's gone be up top!! Hawww."
Siggy gets real serious worry, when jus' as Luth's House pops in view, she sees the moon high an' glowin' a pale-blood color; stranger still it shimmers an' shakes like a fire bug in a jam jar, who unexpectedly flies away.
Alarming that my options are always shrinking, even just in relation to the time that passes.
---
Two-Bitch straddles a Dutch door an' hollas in at Siggy, "I'm a goin' git some fried crawfish, hon'! Yawn't any?!" She swings out on the door. "He-haw! Ride 'em --OH!" The hinges burst an' 2-Bitch falls flat on huh bulbous front. "Aww, shit!"
It's all dusky out, air littuhed with lightnin' flies. Siggy trots out to the pitiful scene. "Damn, Toob... I love you like Hell, but... you suck, cuz you so stupid like that!"
"Shut up, I know!" Toob rolls ova an' sighs.
"Well, le's get dem crawf--" Sig starts to say, buhfore *Fart!* Toob lets a stink bomb loose.
"A'ight, I'm gone!" Sig hops off the porch an' shuffles away.
"He-haww-hee-haw!" Toob has no shame and less dignity. Sig's at the gate by the travel trail, Two-Bitch shouts, "Oo, gimme some hushy pups too!!"
The weepers loom over Siggy, as she strolls to Mr. Luther's Chow House. The dark times weigh heavy an' sneaky demon-wisps swoop 'tween the brambles over the path of raw earth. Indigo-violet tears plop outta Siggy's eye slits an' tumble along her rouged green face. On she marches full of regret an' misplaced heroism.
Toob crawls into the life-room and squirms under the Pit. Right away she's sopping like a pig if they sweated. She grabs an armful of coals orange an' hot as young stars. The rogue black whisper, that Toob hides under the back of her wig, keeps harm at bay. She's not as stupid as she lets on. She never planned to go to Luth's for craws tonight. There's a pa'tic'lar heavy Deem comin' down on Poss Bore Hill soon... an' if 2-Bitch does right -er, wrong, rather- then all them Life-deporters are in for a rude s'prise.
"Hee-haww!" She swallows dem-orb after dem-orb till her deep rosy belly bulges with sinister gluttonous glee. "Shit's goin' down an' at las' lil Tooby's gone be up top!! Hawww."
Siggy gets real serious worry, when jus' as Luth's House pops in view, she sees the moon high an' glowin' a pale-blood color; stranger still it shimmers an' shakes like a fire bug in a jam jar, who unexpectedly flies away.
Monday, September 21, 2015
hi how are oyu
my name is greg
i am a computer too
i love frogs and dear boys
i am not in eleven movies of the remembrance of the offering to American Peoples of the hort
I just make sense and everything is good and cool and nice and dadjijiejmnfoew
Here I am
Dear Tim, how is the baby?
Is eleven Years too many Of Years?????
I have four Women who Are my Wife Now and Every Day and Every Night untill we are all Dead and Gone Foever, Ya hear and make it all right and Make peace with the Indian tribbles
I want to draw something.
I took a walk. I walked and looked and heard and breathed and thought.
I saw a guy walking near me, other side of the street, 1st street.
I read of Looked at some of the comics in The Frank Book just before going out.
It is real crazy amazing stuff... I dunno....
I thought, the most imprtant thing is Facial Expressions.... How do we know anything?... Why does
anything mean anything?....
I drew some symbols and images on the notepad out on the counter in our apartment. 14 symbols and
drawings.
Pat and Bridget are there, I spoke very little.
Numbers.....
Make sense of our lives and our worlds.
I breathed and counted. in spanish and english and french
I listen to NPR in my car most often lately.
Canadian show I heard. Q.
Singer, Legend. Beloved. Children. Beauty.
Music is mysterious. Beauty is mysterious. People with faces and voices and hands playing instruments.
I have been alive. I am alove. I will be alive.
I lived I live I will live
Here I go, It too cold in here, business center..............
I am done. I want to draw now. I love you, I need to eat and sleep, but you know whatever, I do everything, I stay awake.... I am a beer and bear I am a god and love
Bye bye, hone shirt
my name is greg
i am a computer too
i love frogs and dear boys
i am not in eleven movies of the remembrance of the offering to American Peoples of the hort
I just make sense and everything is good and cool and nice and dadjijiejmnfoew
Here I am
Dear Tim, how is the baby?
Is eleven Years too many Of Years?????
I have four Women who Are my Wife Now and Every Day and Every Night untill we are all Dead and Gone Foever, Ya hear and make it all right and Make peace with the Indian tribbles
I want to draw something.
I took a walk. I walked and looked and heard and breathed and thought.
I saw a guy walking near me, other side of the street, 1st street.
I read of Looked at some of the comics in The Frank Book just before going out.
It is real crazy amazing stuff... I dunno....
I thought, the most imprtant thing is Facial Expressions.... How do we know anything?... Why does
anything mean anything?....
I drew some symbols and images on the notepad out on the counter in our apartment. 14 symbols and
drawings.
Pat and Bridget are there, I spoke very little.
Numbers.....
Make sense of our lives and our worlds.
I breathed and counted. in spanish and english and french
I listen to NPR in my car most often lately.
Canadian show I heard. Q.
Singer, Legend. Beloved. Children. Beauty.
Music is mysterious. Beauty is mysterious. People with faces and voices and hands playing instruments.
I have been alive. I am alove. I will be alive.
I lived I live I will live
Here I go, It too cold in here, business center..............
I am done. I want to draw now. I love you, I need to eat and sleep, but you know whatever, I do everything, I stay awake.... I am a beer and bear I am a god and love
Bye bye, hone shirt
I watched Blue Gold: World Water Wars.
I am listening to the album Popular Problems by Leonard Cohen.
it is his birthday, he's 81
I listened to Acapulco for the 2nd time, while i walked in the hood
i like it a lot
i am about to play tennis with DJ
i think it will be pretty weird
i like him a lot
it would be cool to get to know him
i think he is about 59 or so...
I am in the Arts at Turrtle creek business center
i like anagrams
i called Stacy and left a message in which i talked about myself and her and suicide and my violent difficult thoughts
I am eager to see her again.
I am listening to the album Popular Problems by Leonard Cohen.
it is his birthday, he's 81
I listened to Acapulco for the 2nd time, while i walked in the hood
i like it a lot
i am about to play tennis with DJ
i think it will be pretty weird
i like him a lot
it would be cool to get to know him
i think he is about 59 or so...
I am in the Arts at Turrtle creek business center
i like anagrams
i called Stacy and left a message in which i talked about myself and her and suicide and my violent difficult thoughts
I am eager to see her again.
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Homophobia
Fear of:
walking down the street and smiling and waving at a man across the street walking two dogs in the opposite direction, because maybe he'll think I want to have sex with him
thinking of each other naked and touching each other softly
thinking of not competing against each other or fighting for a better life than the other guy, better food, better mate, better children
thinking of truly and deeply loving each other, as if we are family, because we are, common ancestor, at least living thinking beings entwined in a society
wanting the other to be as happy as he can be, in all aspects of life, including being sexually happy
thinking of all conflict being elegantly, gracefully resolved and having to reflect upon our existence and our meaning, solving deeper and deeper problem, more and more complex, greater and greater understanding, closer and closer to oneness and perfection
What is my responsibility, my obligation, my reward, my conscience, my desire?
walking down the street and smiling and waving at a man across the street walking two dogs in the opposite direction, because maybe he'll think I want to have sex with him
thinking of each other naked and touching each other softly
thinking of not competing against each other or fighting for a better life than the other guy, better food, better mate, better children
thinking of truly and deeply loving each other, as if we are family, because we are, common ancestor, at least living thinking beings entwined in a society
wanting the other to be as happy as he can be, in all aspects of life, including being sexually happy
thinking of all conflict being elegantly, gracefully resolved and having to reflect upon our existence and our meaning, solving deeper and deeper problem, more and more complex, greater and greater understanding, closer and closer to oneness and perfection
What is my responsibility, my obligation, my reward, my conscience, my desire?
Sunday, September 13, 2015
DC Dog Fire Cloud
I and my fellow delegates lounge in the spacious gazebo sipping dark red wine. We look out across the pristine green lawn at the moderately populated boardwalk and the clear rippling river. An enormous red, white, and blue papery pinwheel blocks a third of the sky. The piano man plays reserved classical tunes that blend with Louis Armstrong's crooning coming from a nearby phonograph. We mumble locally-known names and chuckle weakly. The sun sets slowly...
A grinning dog on fire ambles and hops onto the lawn, screaming much like a man in unbelievable pain. The canine stalls and falls, yelling mercilessly, consumed by monstrous flames that set the grass alight. Fire tears towards the river and gazebo, the dusk splashed by orange. We continue to imbibe and quietly converse.
I rise upwards, lifted by my shoulders. I bid my compatriots adieu. They are disinterested. I drift through the ceiling and roof in a ghostly fashion. 83 meters above and to the east is a miserly cloud with white arms reaching for me, pulling me along for a ride. Mr. Cloud moans and sobs with disdain and contempt. We float away, I a few meters under his curled fingers, blissfully aware of my inexorable exit from this arcane temporary stage.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
I took a little walk, it is now 126 am.
I am listening to Summercamp Vs. the Fake Moustache Tree, again now, 2nd time tonight, it is why I went outside.
TV Scientist.
I thought this sometome in high school:
maybe the main reason People do suicide is because
there is too much to think about and too much time to think about it all
it is 130. I love myself.
I don't worry about people judging me.
I love and accept everyone.
I know this, I know better, I want better, I want ... to type myself... Un-typical
What else? Is there? Problems? I worry sometines, that my Anxiety Panic and Paranoia may kill me thru a heartattack or an aneurysm
Psychotic....... what do drugs do? I just thought I need to meditate often, I need and want to notice more and pay attention and be better
I am listening to Summercamp Vs. the Fake Moustache Tree, again now, 2nd time tonight, it is why I went outside.
TV Scientist.
I thought this sometome in high school:
maybe the main reason People do suicide is because
there is too much to think about and too much time to think about it all
it is 130. I love myself.
I don't worry about people judging me.
I love and accept everyone.
I know this, I know better, I want better, I want ... to type myself... Un-typical
What else? Is there? Problems? I worry sometines, that my Anxiety Panic and Paranoia may kill me thru a heartattack or an aneurysm
Psychotic....... what do drugs do? I just thought I need to meditate often, I need and want to notice more and pay attention and be better
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Cycle 1 has begun again
Learn to smile like Sofie..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................keepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingkeepgoingGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODGODcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopcopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopwopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopmopDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferentDifferent
*music symbol* Street Hassle - Lou Reed, Someone Great - LCD Soundsystem, Having an Average Weekend - Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet, Woody Guthrie, The Goldcast Singers
I tip my hat to a stranger, evn tho I'm not wearin' a hat
I tip my hat to the sun, evn tho it's not the only one
I take my head off when I go outside, so that I feel like I'm already home
I tip my hat to a stranger
We know we're not the only one
*music symbol* Street Hassle - Lou Reed, Someone Great - LCD Soundsystem, Having an Average Weekend - Shadowy Men on a Shadowy Planet, Woody Guthrie, The Goldcast Singers
I tip my hat to a stranger, evn tho I'm not wearin' a hat
I tip my hat to the sun, evn tho it's not the only one
I take my head off when I go outside, so that I feel like I'm already home
I tip my hat to a stranger
We know we're not the only one
Stavros Pourlidas 1 month ago
Moonset
Everyday science experiments by every living person
Data collection, tables and charts
Hypotheses, analysis and conclusions
Data collection, tables and charts
Hypotheses, analysis and conclusions
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Lulululeileila
Lulululeileila got fired when xhe fired up the grill.
Grand entrance.
Glad to make your acquaintance.
My name is Lulululeileila Xo!, pronounced 'loo loo loo lay lay luh zo!'. The exclamation mark must be included. 'Xhe' can be pronounced, 'zay' or 'je' like in French. It means that I am not identified as either male or female, and my sex or gender, or lack of thereof, or any physical or grammatical identifier, is not yours to know or label, and vice versa.
I know I am just a character created by Gregory Wredberg, who was lying on a bed propped up by two pillows tapping (approximately) this on a smartphone at 12:02 a.m., but then "Unfortunately S Memo [...] stopped running," and now he is typing most of this from memory in the apartment complex business center at 12:23 a.m. *clicks Save*
I suppose I am more than just these words on a screen. I would give you some of my back story, but I ain't got one. Part of my name might remind you of Layla, like The Kinks song. My 3rd person pronoun being 'xhe', I find that comparison apt.
I suppose I can read Gregory's thoughts, and he can read (or write) mine. I suppose my thoughts might be included in his. At least we share some of our thoughts, and now so do you. These might not just be thoughts that he/we give to you; these thoughts are totally your own, because you can read and understand our English, can'tchoo? ":}{:"Can'tchoo if I can, can'tchoo if I cain't."{"?:}:{
Is all uv it over --Every real person-- ?
... Anyway, I've got 16 siblings you don't know. My 2nd house was light blue. My first house is orange tan. I lived an cocker beagle. At 14 years old, I was the head of my body, and I completed and storied in 1500 words. On my way, at perilous paces, toward 15,000 words, in time. I never had a life. It was not too hard, all the reeling and writhing for naught, to accentuate and articulate and formulate and actualize my verbiage conundrum.
The End
.... Or Did They!!!!!... !. The End. Period. Period " " {{{description of something that is not there}}}
Bye
Talk to you later,
Love, Greg
Grand entrance.
Glad to make your acquaintance.
My name is Lulululeileila Xo!, pronounced 'loo loo loo lay lay luh zo!'. The exclamation mark must be included. 'Xhe' can be pronounced, 'zay' or 'je' like in French. It means that I am not identified as either male or female, and my sex or gender, or lack of thereof, or any physical or grammatical identifier, is not yours to know or label, and vice versa.
I know I am just a character created by Gregory Wredberg, who was lying on a bed propped up by two pillows tapping (approximately) this on a smartphone at 12:02 a.m., but then "Unfortunately S Memo [...] stopped running," and now he is typing most of this from memory in the apartment complex business center at 12:23 a.m. *clicks Save*
I suppose I am more than just these words on a screen. I would give you some of my back story, but I ain't got one. Part of my name might remind you of Layla, like The Kinks song. My 3rd person pronoun being 'xhe', I find that comparison apt.
I suppose I can read Gregory's thoughts, and he can read (or write) mine. I suppose my thoughts might be included in his. At least we share some of our thoughts, and now so do you. These might not just be thoughts that he/we give to you; these thoughts are totally your own, because you can read and understand our English, can'tchoo? ":}{:"Can'tchoo if I can, can'tchoo if I cain't."{"?:}:{
Is all uv it over --Every real person-- ?
... Anyway, I've got 16 siblings you don't know. My 2nd house was light blue. My first house is orange tan. I lived an cocker beagle. At 14 years old, I was the head of my body, and I completed and storied in 1500 words. On my way, at perilous paces, toward 15,000 words, in time. I never had a life. It was not too hard, all the reeling and writhing for naught, to accentuate and articulate and formulate and actualize my verbiage conundrum.
The End
.... Or Did They!!!!!... !. The End. Period. Period " " {{{description of something that is not there}}}
Bye
Talk to you later,
Love, Greg
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