I wouldn't put it past Steven... Fry!

I know that one of my readers is a fan, if only in dreams, of necrophilia.

I was going to post pics but I can't upload.

Necrophilia is such a turn off.

Were you aroused before this? Are you now?

Read 'The Origin of Conciousness' if you have finnaly chanced upon the flaws of existentialisim.

Watch Requiem for a Dream.

And 'pie' (which is spelt in maths) I promise on your dead juicy pussy that you will not be dissapointed.

I am going now,
goodbye.

For Siobhan

Martha
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Strawberry Fields Forever
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Walk on the Wild Side
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Anywhere l Lay My Head (Tom Waits)
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Cymbol Rush (Tom Yorke)


These songs, all for seperate reasons. None of them make me that sad, they more reflect emotions, and images, and kernundrums close at hand.

www.ulillillia.us


This has blown mine mind! Ahh! And you will remember this man. His site takes a short while to get into, but when you do...

There and back again

There can't be malice in everything.

I look around the blogs and so much of the commenting and posting seems to have a hidden agenda.

But then I look for that don't I. Because I'm sure that somewhere within me there must be an artist. And people aren't nasty. They are nice. a lot of the time. because they are.

And your comment Siobhan is most welcome, but for some strange reason my psp won't let me reply.

Cute is very nice. And look! I'm all out of text box! Right about now.

About midnight, or perhaps just a tad later, I can go outside and give Kai an apple. Thats because at night he is afraid. afraid of a lion, of a zebra, or just afraid. I love him at night, and he seems to apreciate my company.

When daytime comes I get up late and go out to see him, but it's not the same. In fact I can't fucking stand him. He just walks away from me. We have a mutual agreement only to see each other at night, when he is vulnerable, and I can guide his thoughts in the darkness.

I need a computer like ThAt.

Its sooo frustrating. And they cost lots of money!

Ah!

Stanley would have found a way! Yeah,

Theivery in the middle of nowhere? I don't think so.

Thirsty Gentleman

Well its hotter than blazes, for all the nobodys.
There'll be no oasis for a thirsty grazier
there'll be no refreshment, for a thirsty jackaroo,
From Melbourne to LA on the overlander.
With new fangled buffet cars, and faster locamotives
The train stopped in Christchurch less and less often.

There's nothing sadder than a mind with no cheer,
Vic Rail decided the talent was no longer necessary there.
The noon sun beats down a hundred and four,
Theres a hummingbird trapped in a closed down shoe store.

www.encyclopediadramatica.com/nebris

To contradict (or perhaps to compliment) my last post, I sit on the edge of my bed listening to Perfect Day and get very deep and meaninful.

???

Because you just keep me hanging on thats why. Lou Reed's a fucker, and yet clearly he knows pure bliss. I want some of this bliss.

Love is pure bliss, and my life is lacking in heart.

Oh fuck up Blair, these posts got old last time.

Little Ms Lolita

If I am out of touch, it is only a happier form of out of touch than your depressed out of touch? Can I say that? Or do you own what I say just as much as you own what everyone else says?

When the fuck did a controlled tounge become a right of passage?

I had my depressed posts period, and now you EXPECT me to put up those SHIT-KICKER 'my life = misery' posts, just because it fits your spiralling normality.

Your velvet; regular, high-achieving rebellion.

Steven Fry -OR- Nelson Mandella, try being ONE.

William Eggleston

It's just perfect how boring this is! perfectly boring, yet I love this man, William Eggleston.

Mobile blogging made this tricky double post thing, it could be here for a while, and I'll still be stale

'But there is something important we have to do as soon as possible...'

'whats that?'

'fuck.'

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Well yes; But did Nicole win her
life's lottery saying that line?

So I've sat for three hours of my life without moving a muscle. And after I think about it for another while I do recieve some minor revalation from the film. But not one that helps me- You yourself don't watch much daytime television, yet its great when I spend half of my day receiving minor revelations from the same screen? And I guess at

the end of all my 'education' I might emerge a few years behind everybody else. Not a prodigy any more am I? is that what you wanted from me Ma, your own son, your own flesh and blood Ma! Was this all your plan? and if not then why didn't you tell me to get out more? Shit I need some heroin at my age and stage.

Heroin. Now that'd be righteous. That would make me cool again.