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Do you like purplr coconuts? I do. Popcorn is good. Sex is good. I like to chase little bunnies, then take them behind the barn, and do bad things. Only after school though. Before my parents get home and have wild monkey sex. Respond if you get a sex change, live in Miami, eat Garlic pizza, drive a green and purple Mazda, and like coconuts. Coconuts that eat things.-
oh wait, you object to kinky sex...how could i forget. I still love you tho babe. Please don't want me to die cause i would miss you very very much. And i would come back and haunt you but like a good haunt. Like instead of you coming home and your clothes are everywhere and you thinking its a ghost, your clothes will be washed, ironed, and neatly folded. And i would be there anytime you ever wanted to see me. But here is the catch, they only part of me that could touch you is my mouth so that we could still kiss. And if the kiss was really good you would be able to feel the rest of me so i could squeeze you and hold you. And i want you now, i miss you very much. Anyway babe, i'll talk to ya later and then i will love you more
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This wonderful specimen gently drifted overhead and past the Sun which was tinted orange by aerosols in the smoke," It is difficult to gauge the size of what the scientists are calling "steam rings". They drift across the blue sky with no points of reference. However, the volcanoligists estimate the hoops to be about 200m across and up to 1000m above the ground.
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Police car was stolen with policeman inside
A young man going out Sunday in a Tel aviv club managed to surprise even the most experienced policeman. Coming out drunk from the night club he broke in the first car that met his eye. Aparently, it happened to be a police car with a policeman inside of it. Not noticing, the young man started driving wildly down the Tel Aviv promenade while the surprised policeman next to him, and other police cars, were trying to stop him. Finally he was arrested and his custody prolonged by four days.
-Walla news 4.3.2000-
Henrik Ibsen
(died 1906)"On the contrary!"
As Ibsen lay dying in a sanitorium, a nurse brought him some visitors. "Our patient is feeling much better today," she told them. Ibsen woke up, make the exclamation quoted above, and died.
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16 November 1995 - North Charleston Coliseum, Charleston, SC
support: Luscious Jackson
set: What's The Frequency, Kenneth? Crush With Eyeliner Drive Turn You Inside Out Wake-Up Bomb Undertow Losing My Religion Binky the Doormat Strange Currencies Zither Bang and Blame Tongue Revolution Man on the Moon Country Feedback Find The River The One I Love Orange Crush Get Up Star 69 encore: Nightswimming Let Me In Everybody Hurts Pop Song 89 Departure It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)
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One rainy day whilst out shopping for groceries, I am surrounded by a growing crowd who are under the impression that I can fly. It seems that a dreadful mistake has been made: the local paper has printed an article about a gentleman who really does have this enviable talent, but they have put my photograph above the article. I am unsure about how the newspaper came to have a picture of me, but that is the least of my worries, faced, as I am, with this heckling crowd of strangers. I protest, but the crowd will give no quarter until I show them my incredible powers. At last, I give in to them, and stand, flapping my arms and jumping as high as I can into the damp air. This goes on for some time, and I become increasingly frightened that the now disenchanted crowd will attack me, believing me to be a self-promoting charlatan. But in the end they straggle off, muttering. Thanking my lucky stars, I rush home, too upset to continue my shopping. That evening, alone, I once again try to fly. It proves to be a futile exercise, but addictive. Night after night I stand on my roof, flapping my arms and making small jumps on the tiles. Try as I might, I never manage to get airborne.
*this is by radiohead. from www.radiohead.com. they said it is free to take, so....
-I had a nice nap today. The one that I remembered involved some guy that look a LOT like Robby and some sort of boat....and, um, I could fly/float around, which was fun. In the end, I "got the guy" so I woke up semi-satisfied with myself. I don't remember the other dream, but it was also good maybe. Probably. I've decided to devote more time to sleeping, since I have nothing better to do...my main entertainment (the *****net) is seriously lacking interest anymore. Nobody seems to want to talk to me or listen to me anymore. It's not like I have that much to say anyway. (oh well) I need more sleep anyway, so that when I vegetate at school Iwon't actually fall asleep.
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Nothing is really important to me anymore, and I hate just about everything...or actually, I don't really feel anything for anyone or anything anymore. I guess my version of hatred now is closer to apathy. I'm all ghost-like to myself now. It's a nice feeling, kind of. It seems that no one interests me, entertains me, or cares about me any longer...and I really could not care less. Well, maybe a tiny bit. If I was ever as truly apathetic as I seem to think, I wouldn't even bother to write this down. I really don't know why I am writing it anyway. I don't expect to get anything from this by writing it or having someone respond anymore. I expect "ok" or "that sucks." I really don't see why I ever expected anyone to care in the least anyway. I guess maybe I'd like someone to give something to me that I seem to lack. Maybe I should start writing letters to Christians. They can pretend to care and shove Jesus on me, and that would be a momentary, empty relief from the nothingness. I'm seriously going to start sleeping more, in an unconscious and conscious sense. I have lapsed into a completely "unproductive" period, and I intendto wallow in it to the best of my ability. And with that, I think I'll go wallow in some other completely pointless way. get found