1. MONDAY (worked)
Her hair was shorter than usual, a dark red skullcap, and her body, verging on anorexia, was a delight of wiry strength.
This was the first time in months that everything had worked out all right. Wed broken up in January. This was late April. I fucked her and she with the skill of sincerity was trying only faintly not to be fucked, just enough to remind me that all is an act, that even in love and hatred we are consensual heroes and villains, the roles that even in their darkest moments give us a sense of belonging. She was the prisoner, realizing her true self in shame, and I was the emptiness screaming out with all its potential at the limitless possibilities of silence.
This basic lack of sympathy expressed in its complicated ensuing attitudes was exactly what our relationship needed. I realized this then, David Letterman horse-laughing on the television set: Kris can only appreciate a man who does not care about her. And in sympathy, I realized I didnt. I wanted Anna now, and the horror of that relationship was enough to blanch the few problems with Kris I had left.
Kris is the sort of woman who can sleep with your best friend and lie to you with a clear conscience. Anna is the type to sleep with your best friend, confess in a tearful heap on the floor begging your forgiveness, then run off with him the next day, stranding him in Vegas after convincing herself on the drive up that she really does love you after all. Anna is a whirlpool.
While Kris is a unicorn of sorts. She grew up with the rainbow sheet set, the photos of her horse tucked in the rim of her dresser mirror. She has the jagged ox-bow face of a female jockey and the hard body of an archeologist three years out in the field. All this I say in terms of dearest compliment. Kris was tired and lying on her stomach and the television coiled us both down to sleep with its soft incantations of inanity. We were muttering out our last things, still warm from the movement and not yet embarrassed by the formalities required of an old lovers recidivism. Her body began its first round of twitches as the machinery closed up shop, her limbs falling dead one by one.
Bullshit, Oliver, she said. I saw it. It was a dildo.
Excuse me? She didnt answer so I said it again. Excuse me?
It was... Kris stopped and shook her head. Oh, its you.
Yeah its me, Oliver. Whats this about a dildo? I pulled her half-around to face me, half turned-on by the awkward position of her bony shoulders under my chin.
I... her voice squeaked, fighting off sleep. It wasnt anything. I was dreaming. Turn off the TV, Randy?
Not until you reveal to me this dildo business. Her constant inevitable flirtations, as persistent as a bad cold, had drawled on through the nine months of our long dead relationship. They no longer bothered me. But I was curious, so I badgered her. Fingers help with this sort of thing; I poked her in the ribs.
Did I say dildo? Ha! She rolled back over: I set the clock for seven.
Uh-uh. Im not gonna let you say dildo to me, and then go running back off to Oliver-land. I grabbed a nipple, ready to twist.
Ha! Thats exactly how she laughs, just like its spelled, a burst of air. Listen to mestop it! I saw a picture at the slide library today and there was a gold dildo in this mans attic. Oliver didnt believe me, so I was arguing with him... in my dream.
Your boss, the gay guy?
He felt he ought to stand up for mens rights, or something , so he wouldnt admit Jack Kane had a gold dildo in his living room.
The actor Jack Kane?
Oliver says he wasnt gay. Oliver has the list of everyone in the entire world whos gay, and this guy wasnt on it.
That actor who was clubbed to death?
It was for tax purposes. The mans ex-wife is the most self-pitying human being in the known universe. She left us eight shoe-boxes of worthless photographs. And I was given the wonderful task of cataloging it. Thats why Im so tired. Kris yawned for effect, bumping me with her head. So turn David off would you; his laugh is like a cat dying.
I sat up quietly for a moment while she wormed her way back under the sheets. Kris sighs constantly, so she did this a few times, ever softer. The vaguest scent floated up from her armpits, her hair was mashed flat like an old blanket. I watched her fondly.
Whats it like? I said, with a nudge.
A dick. She turned away.
But its made of gold...? Or just gold-colored?
I had to shake her again for an answer. Kris finally whirled back, in a sprawl of those angular red-freckled bones. What do I know, Randy? I am not a dildo expert.
Not certified, no.
It was a polaroid of Jack Kane standing with some actress in his rec room, and beside him on a shelf was a big gold dick... and, boy, did I get excited. Im not sleeping with Oliver, okay?
No, I said, you cant. Hes gay.
I could if I wanted. She turned again with a grunt of finality, and quickly fell asleep.
Welcome to my world
Her hair was shorter than usual, a dark red skullcap, and her body, verging on anorexia, was a delight of wiry strength.
This was the first time in months that everything had worked out all right. Wed broken up in January. This was late April. I fucked her and she with the skill of sincerity was trying only faintly not to be fucked, just enough to remind me that all is an act, that even in love and hatred we are consensual heroes and villains, the roles that even in their darkest moments give us a sense of belonging. She was the prisoner, realizing her true self in shame, and I was the emptiness screaming out with all its potential at the limitless possibilities of silence.
This basic lack of sympathy expressed in its complicated ensuing attitudes was exactly what our relationship needed. I realized this then, David Letterman horse-laughing on the television set: Kris can only appreciate a man who does not care about her. And in sympathy, I realized I didnt. I wanted Anna now, and the horror of that relationship was enough to blanch the few problems with Kris I had left.
Kris is the sort of woman who can sleep with your best friend and lie to you with a clear conscience. Anna is the type to sleep with your best friend, confess in a tearful heap on the floor begging your forgiveness, then run off with him the next day, stranding him in Vegas after convincing herself on the drive up that she really does love you after all. Anna is a whirlpool.
While Kris is a unicorn of sorts. She grew up with the rainbow sheet set, the photos of her horse tucked in the rim of her dresser mirror. She has the jagged ox-bow face of a female jockey and the hard body of an archeologist three years out in the field. All this I say in terms of dearest compliment. Kris was tired and lying on her stomach and the television coiled us both down to sleep with its soft incantations of inanity. We were muttering out our last things, still warm from the movement and not yet embarrassed by the formalities required of an old lovers recidivism. Her body began its first round of twitches as the machinery closed up shop, her limbs falling dead one by one.
Bullshit, Oliver, she said. I saw it. It was a dildo.
Excuse me? She didnt answer so I said it again. Excuse me?
It was... Kris stopped and shook her head. Oh, its you.
Yeah its me, Oliver. Whats this about a dildo? I pulled her half-around to face me, half turned-on by the awkward position of her bony shoulders under my chin.
I... her voice squeaked, fighting off sleep. It wasnt anything. I was dreaming. Turn off the TV, Randy?
Not until you reveal to me this dildo business. Her constant inevitable flirtations, as persistent as a bad cold, had drawled on through the nine months of our long dead relationship. They no longer bothered me. But I was curious, so I badgered her. Fingers help with this sort of thing; I poked her in the ribs.
Did I say dildo? Ha! She rolled back over: I set the clock for seven.
Uh-uh. Im not gonna let you say dildo to me, and then go running back off to Oliver-land. I grabbed a nipple, ready to twist.
Ha! Thats exactly how she laughs, just like its spelled, a burst of air. Listen to mestop it! I saw a picture at the slide library today and there was a gold dildo in this mans attic. Oliver didnt believe me, so I was arguing with him... in my dream.
Your boss, the gay guy?
He felt he ought to stand up for mens rights, or something , so he wouldnt admit Jack Kane had a gold dildo in his living room.
The actor Jack Kane?
Oliver says he wasnt gay. Oliver has the list of everyone in the entire world whos gay, and this guy wasnt on it.
That actor who was clubbed to death?
It was for tax purposes. The mans ex-wife is the most self-pitying human being in the known universe. She left us eight shoe-boxes of worthless photographs. And I was given the wonderful task of cataloging it. Thats why Im so tired. Kris yawned for effect, bumping me with her head. So turn David off would you; his laugh is like a cat dying.
I sat up quietly for a moment while she wormed her way back under the sheets. Kris sighs constantly, so she did this a few times, ever softer. The vaguest scent floated up from her armpits, her hair was mashed flat like an old blanket. I watched her fondly.
Whats it like? I said, with a nudge.
A dick. She turned away.
But its made of gold...? Or just gold-colored?
I had to shake her again for an answer. Kris finally whirled back, in a sprawl of those angular red-freckled bones. What do I know, Randy? I am not a dildo expert.
Not certified, no.
It was a polaroid of Jack Kane standing with some actress in his rec room, and beside him on a shelf was a big gold dick... and, boy, did I get excited. Im not sleeping with Oliver, okay?
No, I said, you cant. Hes gay.
I could if I wanted. She turned again with a grunt of finality, and quickly fell asleep.
Welcome to my world
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If you haven't joined The throw parties in the bin Campaign please do
THE GOLDEN AGE tells the thrilling tale of an era - the story of one womans crusade to control love, crush enemies and secure her position as a beloved icon of the western world.
As Elizabeths cousin Mary Stuart conspires with Philip of Spain to topple the throne, Sir Francis Walsingham, Elizabeths trusty advisor works tirelessly to protect her from the many plots and conspiracies against her. Preparing to go to war to defend her empire, Elizabeth struggles to balance royal duties with an unexpected vulnerability in her attraction to Raleigh
On word and outword it's just a phase
Today I heard that SG girls were less likely to make it as real models because they lacked professionlism (www.GQ.com)
Fuck that !
The woman on this site stand for what is needed strong willed individuals
No more shall we sit and wait for man and his handy dick to change the world
Fuck that !
We've got our own little world here people what we really need is a leader someone to connect us
Spread the fuccking Word
Whatever Next Reach out
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Today I heard that SG girls were less likely to make it as real models because they lacked professionlism (www.GQ.com)
Fuck that !
The woman on this site stand for what is needed strong willed individuals
No more shall we sit and wait for man and his handy dick to change the world
Fuck that !
We've got our own little world here people what we really need is a leader someone to connect us
Spread the fuccking Word
Whatever Next Reach out
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If I say who I know it just goes to show
You need me less than I need you
Take it from me we don't give sympathy
You can trust me trust nobody
But I said you and me we don't have honesty
The things we don't want to speak
I'll try to get out but I never will
Traffic is perfectly still
You need me less than I need you
Take it from me we don't give sympathy
You can trust me trust nobody
But I said you and me we don't have honesty
The things we don't want to speak
I'll try to get out but I never will
Traffic is perfectly still
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Let's kick off with our thoughts today
The biggest Complaint from people today
is not the war or the goverment but rather their
job so here's a solution to this problem if your one
of them
Pull the final splinters
Of missing picture winters
You have to give yourself a break
Whats the fascination
With lovers at the station
You have to tear yourself away
The dream again nobody understands
Walking through the long grass on your hands
Its not a job to do today
Sleep it off
Words to make her stay: you said
Leave me and the plants die
A panic smile across your face
Corrugated browline
The hissing bitter punchline
Call when you can tie your lace
The dream again nobody understands
Walking through the long grass on your hands
Its not a job to do today
Sleep it off
Sleep it off
Sleep it off
hissing bitter punchline
hissing bitter punchline
bitter punchline
hissing bitter punchline
hissing bitter punchline
bitter punchline
The dream again nobody understands
Walking through the long grass on your hands
Its not a job to do today
You rule my world
You rule my world my brother
You rule my world
You rule my world compadre
Let's Start off with The highly Anticipated Mi:3 which has seen the world's biggest movie star come together with Televisons biggest creator JJ Abrams (Lost and Alias) While most people feel abrams can only helpt the impossible franchise . Most aren't keen because the cruise factor so will just have to wait and see what happens
In other New Jenny Lewis has come out in support of former
Suicide Girl Shelly saying that a website like this does nothing more then abuse woman
yeah and ........ it's not called suicide girls for nothing
Although I must say Shelly's pohto set is like none ever seen or that probs will be seen on this site .
Many have tried but just haven't come close . The photo manipulation is the key and very few can master it and the rawness is immaculate
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Compare Anita's January 2006 set to shelly's novemeber 2004 set and you'll see what I'm talking about
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The biggest Complaint from people today
is not the war or the goverment but rather their
job so here's a solution to this problem if your one
of them
Pull the final splinters
Of missing picture winters
You have to give yourself a break
Whats the fascination
With lovers at the station
You have to tear yourself away
The dream again nobody understands
Walking through the long grass on your hands
Its not a job to do today
Sleep it off
Words to make her stay: you said
Leave me and the plants die
A panic smile across your face
Corrugated browline
The hissing bitter punchline
Call when you can tie your lace
The dream again nobody understands
Walking through the long grass on your hands
Its not a job to do today
Sleep it off
Sleep it off
Sleep it off
hissing bitter punchline
hissing bitter punchline
bitter punchline
hissing bitter punchline
hissing bitter punchline
bitter punchline
The dream again nobody understands
Walking through the long grass on your hands
Its not a job to do today
You rule my world
You rule my world my brother
You rule my world
You rule my world compadre
Let's Start off with The highly Anticipated Mi:3 which has seen the world's biggest movie star come together with Televisons biggest creator JJ Abrams (Lost and Alias) While most people feel abrams can only helpt the impossible franchise . Most aren't keen because the cruise factor so will just have to wait and see what happens
In other New Jenny Lewis has come out in support of former
Suicide Girl Shelly saying that a website like this does nothing more then abuse woman
yeah and ........ it's not called suicide girls for nothing
Although I must say Shelly's pohto set is like none ever seen or that probs will be seen on this site .
Many have tried but just haven't come close . The photo manipulation is the key and very few can master it and the rawness is immaculate <embed src="http://img91.imageshack.us/slideshow/smilplayer.swf" width="320" height="240" name="smilplayer" id="smilplayer" bgcolor="FFFFFF" menu="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="id=img91%2F7152%2F11459470875oa.smil"/>
Compare Anita's January 2006 set to shelly's novemeber 2004 set and you'll see what I'm talking about
Sorry
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SG on the rise
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Chapter 1 (My Journey to her heart)
It all started yesterday when I came across her profile I wasn't looking just popped up . She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen and I knew there was vast difference between us . She seemed wild and daring I was more conservative and calculated but my heart won't let it up so I contacted her in the hope of some return to where I'd been in my head
(My Head)
The girls were all there
They traded their vows
The youngest one glared with furrowed brows
They tenderly kissed then cut the cake
The bride then tripped and broke the vase
The one you thought would spend the years
So perfectly paced below the mirror
Arriving late, you clean the debris
And walked into the angry scene
It felt just like falling in love again
I'm just waiting know on a bench by the shore
It all started yesterday when I came across her profile I wasn't looking just popped up . She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen and I knew there was vast difference between us . She seemed wild and daring I was more conservative and calculated but my heart won't let it up so I contacted her in the hope of some return to where I'd been in my head
(My Head)
The girls were all there
They traded their vows
The youngest one glared with furrowed brows
They tenderly kissed then cut the cake
The bride then tripped and broke the vase
The one you thought would spend the years
So perfectly paced below the mirror
Arriving late, you clean the debris
And walked into the angry scene
It felt just like falling in love again
I'm just waiting know on a bench by the shore
I hope you die right now that's what he said while turning for the shore with a gun in his hand he no real meaning to his life so he took life in the hope that he would give himself meaning .
jim dynch releases his new book out this weekend called "Anoyed"
Anybody figure out were the meeting point is for all of us
jim dynch releases his new book out this weekend called "Anoyed"
Anybody figure out were the meeting point is for all of us
The weekend is coming and going Just watched the newest Natalie Portman film and I must say although i'm not Jewish and i really like her as a actor I don't know why she would do such a risky role at this time in her career . I don't think it proves the point it wants let me just say that
On the other hand she does capture the audience but that is more through the fact that she is incredibly beautiful
I'm heading out into china town for some coffee @ starbucks before I go just a quick shout out to Lizzie the newest SG as far as I know for putting out such a great set in such a short time secondly
Does anyone know how to create storyboards ??????
I need help urgently
On the other hand she does capture the audience but that is more through the fact that she is incredibly beautiful
I'm heading out into china town for some coffee @ starbucks before I go just a quick shout out to Lizzie the newest SG as far as I know for putting out such a great set in such a short time secondly
Does anyone know how to create storyboards ??????
I need help urgently
waiting for the end of summer !
Aren't you excited? Aren't you absolutely breatheless in anticipation?? Aren't you just freaking out at the thought of more excellent advice??? Aren't you wondering when I'm going to stop asking questions? Should I stop?? Wait - was that another one?? How many questions could I possibly ask??? Okay, that's enough. Or is it??? Seriously, though. Seriously??? STOP THAT!!!! Stop that??? Okay, no more questions. (No more?) After what must surely be the worst opening lines to any article anywhere in the world - ever - I'm now going to proceed to disappoint you further. How far did we get last week in our discussion of the demo? Let's see... We decided to record three tracks, making them as obscure as possible in order to make sure that the influential person who hears and likes the songs will love our band for who we are. Good idea? Listen, when everybody criticised the guy who built the Hindenburg, he didn't listen to them - he knew what he was doing. And when it turned out that they were right, and it crashed in a giant mess of flaming wreckage, he still didn't care, because he was ROCKING OUT!!! YEAH!!! So it doesn't matter what everyone else thinks. Alright, so we've decided to record three tracks, and the guy who lives next door to me has a studio in his room. Let's do it! Dude, we're going into the studio!!!
Aren't you excited? Aren't you absolutely breatheless in anticipation?? Aren't you just freaking out at the thought of more excellent advice??? Aren't you wondering when I'm going to stop asking questions? Should I stop?? Wait - was that another one?? How many questions could I possibly ask??? Okay, that's enough. Or is it??? Seriously, though. Seriously??? STOP THAT!!!! Stop that??? Okay, no more questions. (No more?) After what must surely be the worst opening lines to any article anywhere in the world - ever - I'm now going to proceed to disappoint you further. How far did we get last week in our discussion of the demo? Let's see... We decided to record three tracks, making them as obscure as possible in order to make sure that the influential person who hears and likes the songs will love our band for who we are. Good idea? Listen, when everybody criticised the guy who built the Hindenburg, he didn't listen to them - he knew what he was doing. And when it turned out that they were right, and it crashed in a giant mess of flaming wreckage, he still didn't care, because he was ROCKING OUT!!! YEAH!!! So it doesn't matter what everyone else thinks. Alright, so we've decided to record three tracks, and the guy who lives next door to me has a studio in his room. Let's do it! Dude, we're going into the studio!!!
