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"you are all a lost generation."

you

are

all

a

lost

generation

vote

for

batman

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smuffy:

is batman running for the presidential candidacy or just for the mayor of los angeles?

Oct 11, 2005

beckyuill:

Yeeeeeees honey i see you.

ive not lost my love for you. mamas just a little busy thats all.

Oct 11, 2005

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toothpickmoe:

Chicken 12.

Oct 9, 2005

ldwarren:

stop drinking!

Oct 10, 2005

i be roll here i like you time come on and make it happy blonde girl go now bring the such love and the glow with me me me i have to wobble i don be cheatin i be lovin and you know

it's all about the man man

When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a...
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toothpickmoe:

Wait, it rained last night?!

Oct 7, 2005

ldwarren:

No, please dont die or even consider it. I guess everyone has random thoughts of death sometimes to prepare ourselves for it happening in people's lives. I realize that Im gonna die but I dont want to consider it much. Too much living to be done, I tell you! I'll check out that band you recommended.

Oct 8, 2005

slightly high from the sake and wine
going to a show tonight
lost 7 pounds in the last 3 weeks
clap your hands! say yeah!
about to smoke a clove for the first time in weeks
i know it's bad
but i can't say no

you know i love you all

even those of you that are fucked up.

here on the tv to interrupt...
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i_zombie:

aahh. thanks for the heads up

Oct 7, 2005

noir:

Write me back, slowpoke.

Oct 7, 2005

this fucking frog he's smiling at me...making things out of paper

like when i sing

your face falls off
slides down your skull
and the cat is pissed
so when he yawns
his teeth will click
and we are drunk
on happy wine
we all revolve
into this time

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pmonkeyesquire:

hey a bunch of us are ditchin our women and going on a "beef hunt" tonight? So shave em clean and meet us at the pacific Dining Car for some steaks and wine first.

Oct 6, 2005

pmonkeyesquire:

Oh, and unlike the steaks at the dining car, the beef we're hunting tonight isn't "aged".

Also, we're going old school, so in tribute to Harvey Milk we're going bareback.

Oct 6, 2005

i woke up to thunder
like old men writhing
in tombs, dust and decay
like dark creatures under the lake
like you, when you go away
i woke up triumphantly black
and shrieked his name
and remembered
suddenly
that i didn't
give
a fuck
about you

but i am so fucking tired
sloppy haired messy faced
can't stand up
skipping time
missing girls
missing love...
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rodan:

really?

Mind you it took me years (literally) to track them down - I kept hearing "Bury my lovely" but I could never find out WHO it was, but there's a decent chunk of people out there that are into the band - even the reconstituted version sans Mary Fahl....

Oct 4, 2005

noir:

Breaking into Ireland is harder than I thought.

The socks have a $10 bid on them. I'm ending the bidding tonight at 10, so if you or your wife decide you/she can't live without them, now is the time to make your move.

Getting high isn't really my thing, but I do like to drink some.

Oct 5, 2005

noir:

Buy my socks!

Oct 2, 2005

toothpickmoe:

That's a monkey all right.

Oct 3, 2005

painting. sweating. drinking white wine. listening to talking heads. hi hi hi hi hi...HIGH!!!

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pmonkeyesquire:

cigars and brandy in the library as we talk about the Raj and women's folly. Also this new "Darwinianism".

Oct 1, 2005

pmonkeyesquire:

here's a chapter from this 50s hard-boiled detective novel I'm writing:

A Night in the Orchard

My need for sleep was disturbed by a blitzkrieg of crickets and Mrs. Vanderspoons cooking turning over in my gut like a thousand maggots writhing inside the carcass of a wild boar. There was no clock in the room. The T.V. downstairs was silent, so it must have been after midnight. About the time the worms had made off with most of the carcass, leaving just the head and some nice fatback I heard something from outside. One of the cows was mooing. Even as a city boy I knew that cows didnt moo at night. They were too busy sleeping so they could turn all that grass into milk. Then the door to my room slowly opened. I reached for my piece. Then stopped. Barney was standing in the doorway fully dressed but for his jacket. He came in silently. You hear that?
Yeah. Thing sounds like its in pain.
Wanna check it out?
Why not, Nothing else to do. I dressed quickly but boxers, shoes and sport coat were all I could find.
Nice look, sweetie. Lets just stay here and cuddle. Barn grinned and we made our way downstairs and outside.

We followed the mooing to the field behind the barn. The field was fenced in on three sides, but the West end was protected by buckthorn to keep the cows from wandering through the orchard. A haze of cloud hid the night sky. We marked a black shadowed form about 100 yards from where we crouched.
Should we get closer? The night was strangely cold and I could almost see my breath.
Why not. Nothing else to do.
We were over the fence and belly-crawling slowly to not be seen.
Um, Barn. This is a cow field isnt it.
Tell me about it. He said holding up a hand encased in dung. We crawled on.
I was just about to navigate around a big lump of shit when Barney reached over and tapped my shoulder.
Is that what I think it is? He whispered. We were maybe 50 yards away from it now.
Jeeze Louise. I let out in a cold cloud of air.

50 yards from us was a cow facing North. Facing the same way as the cow was Franklin. He was in an undershirt, but naked from the waist down. His pale, fat, hairy ass was slowly thrusting in and out of the animal.

Look at its feet. Barn said.
Franklins?
No. Franklins date.
The cows hind quarters were secured in the holes and shackles Barn had seen earlier.
Franklin loves animals Barney said mimicking Mrs. Vanderspoon earlier.
Franklin was moving faster now, really giving it to Bessie. Then he made a long, slow, sick orgasmic moan over the mooing of the cow.

Aw. Aint that sweet? Barn said.
But I couldnt respond. The combination of the dinner, the smell of shit and Franklins clandestine rendezvous was making me sick.
Uh, Barn I got it out before I vomited violently.
Franklin pulled out of the cow and fumbled on the ground for his pants. We took off for the buckthorn. Wed just reached the first flank of the stuff as we heard the unmistakable click of a switch-blade. We stopped for breath. Franklin stood staring in our direction.
Theres a good chance hes higher than the Canadian Rockies. We could take him. Barney said.
Yeah. I said, But then wed have to get close to him.
Point taken.
Franklin had pinpointed our direction and began hulking towards us. Even in the dark I made out his maniac grin, his eyes rotating like a desert lizard. Something else, too. He hadnt put his pants on. We retreated further into the wall of trees. For several stands theyd been cut neatly and we could navigate without a problem. We stayed together as long as we could, but the trees started getting thicker, poking us in the face and arms.
We better split up. Well meet in the orchard. I said
Dont sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me, sweetie. Barney deadpanned and was gone.
As I made my way to the Orchard I could hear Franklin breathing heavy somewhere behind me. I made it through to the apple trees. I crouched behind one of them. Then I heard nothing but my own breathing. For the first time since we met Franklin I felt fear, that real sense of peril like it was in Morocco, outnumbered by Vichy. I figured it was better to move so I crouched from tree to tree at any second expecting a knife to the gut.
Id been in fights before with knife thugs, drunks with broken bottles, women, but never with a crazy, pantsless, cowfucking manchild. I didnt know how to play this one. I was feeling around for something to use as a weapon when I heard Barn give the signal. I weaved in and out of a dozen trees and found him.
This may be more difficult than we thought. He said.
We could shoot him.
Did you bring your gun? He looked at me.
No I thought you did?
Shit. He said. Then well have to get close to him.
I sat there with Barney and set my mind to kill. Franklin had the edge, but he couldnt get both of us. Either way, at least one person was going to die tonight.
Id killed two people since the war. In 51 we trailed a Moncentti mob gun to the Bruce Peninsula in Ontario. In the struggle I pushed him off an escarpment to his death, Then in 56 I shot point blank a skinny black kid, no older than sixteen, who came at me with a tire iron. He was high on something that wasnt weed. This was on Detroits West side. At the precinct house, the Sergeant in charge said, Its self defense. Whats one more dead nigger anyway. I held it in the whole way home. That night I cried in Claras arms, but I couldnt bring myself to tell her.

From about three trees behind us a strange sound broke the silence. Franklin had farted like a seal deflating.
Thats the call to arms I guess. I said.
Ready? Barn said and we slowly began to stand. Then we heard the hysterical cry of Mrs. Vanderspoon.

Franklin! Franklin! Where are you? She was on the porch crying to the darkness. We could vaguely see the glow of its light.

Mom?! Im over here! Theres some raccoons out here!

Franklin! Get in here right now! She was in a panic, stamping her foot. Franklin didnt respond.
Franklin. If you come inside Ill make you some hot chocolate!
He still didnt respond.
Ill let you have more pecan pie!

That did it. Ok. Mom! He lumbered through the orchard and came so close we could have grabbed him.

Before the door closed and the light went out we heard Mrs. Vanderspoon. And put some pants on before your father sees you like that.

Jeeze Louise. I said when it was all over.
Jesus Fucking Christ. Barney said and lit a Lucky. It was the first time he smoked since we arrived at the farm this morning.

We moved closer to the house and waited by the fence until the kitchen light went out. Then we waited some more.
Think its ok? I asked.
Lets go. And if that fucker is still up Im going to ring his fucking neck until hes fucking dead. Something in the way he said this made me cringe.
We made our way into the kitchen and were upstairs and in the car with our stuff in less than two minutes.
Bye, bye, Vanderloons. I said from behind the wheel. Its been swell as a grenade in the ass. But before I could put the key in the ignition Barney said, Just a sec, partner. He shot out the door and went back in the house. I waited in silence. The car door open, The chill night air seeping in. Then he came back with something in his hand. It was the pecan pie. He threw it as hard as he could at the front door and ran into the car.
Ok. Now lets go!

Oct 1, 2005

just did the whole obligatory i deleted some of you from my friend list because you never commented or whatever the fuck but i hardly commment any more either nobody on this site does hardly it's dying on the vine but HEY it had its run, dinnit?

switching jobs again this one feels like a step back cause fun fun fun it's out to calabasas...
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noir:

I never comment. But I'm still here.

I'm going to go get a job. I'll be back when I'm employed.

I'll be back if I get rejected, too.

Sep 30, 2005

ldwarren:

Im gonna delete more of my list. Yes SG is dying but we are still here..cant let go can we?

Sep 30, 2005

alabaster
campy laughter
ringing fishribs in my head
skinny maps to find the dead

toothpickmoe:

I don't like fish.

Sep 28, 2005

pmonkeyesquire:

sometimes i make my toys fite when i am sad.

Then i watch my Cheers on dvd!

Sep 29, 2005

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