PART FIVE: The indians in my heart return to their ancestral soma.
Something Awful is Richard Kyanka's pedophilic fantasyland, Part threehundred and seventy one.
[18:10:13] <inferno> fag
[18:12:01] <[sa]acidbear> oh
[18:17:23] <inferno> wut
[18:17:28] <[sa]acidbear> re: fag
[18:17:49] <inferno> oh. i just think your a fag.
[18:17:58] <[sa]acidbear> don't care
[18:18:25] <inferno> ok well I do. And I have the right to voice my opinion, which states you sir, are a fag.
[18:18:38] <[sa]acidbear> wow
IF I EVER have a son or daughter, I will never let them be hungry, I will always support them. I will give them a place to sleep if they need one. I will look after their things as if they were my own. I will love them unconditionally, even if at times they hate me. I will teach them the purity of innocence and it's eventual loss. I will never let them be homeless. I will buy their medicine, their food if they need it, I will bail them out of jail, time after time, screw up after screw up, fucked up situation after fucked up situation, relentlessly driving, never letting them down, until I die.
Possessions aren't worth work, mail me a sandwhich, and I'll sleep out in the gutter, you can sleep here on the floor.
Charity is one thing, but the person who's floor I call my residence needs to grab a jumbo sized cup of shut the fuck up! PLEASE.
I in no way love computers, I think they're great, like a toaster that doesn't burn the bread, and it goes and finds the bread for you, and then makes it for you in the morning, and it tells you stories and keeps you up at night, and you tell it secrets, and where you've hidden your locket burried in the front yard where the dogs run and bite at you and fireflies at night and things like that... but if someone takes your toaster away, and that's a banal image, but bear with me on this one, no more toast, no nothing, and it's back to walking down to the store where that sad man works, who's wife died in 1973 of cancer, which is horrible, because you cant stand the pain to give him the money, and he slowly gives you back the change and you've never seen him smile, and you wish that for one second you could tell him a joke, anything, that for a split second, would make him forget he was there.
That's living. Not a toaster.
What happens when you meet your double? O, picture of dorian grey. I'm acetelyn, rising.
This is where I live, and life isn't life grand. (this is a typo i noticed later and decided not to fix.)
IT IS THE VORTEX OF WILL, OF DECISION, THAT BEGINS.
-Henri Gaudier-Brzeska
Wow... Just... Wow.
Currency -- The U.S. monetary system is very simple: The most common bills are the $1 (colloquially, a "buck")*, $5, $10, and $20 denominations. There are also $2 bills (seldom encountered), $50 bills, and $100 bills (the last two are usually not welcome as payment for small purchases). All the paper money was recently redesigned, making the famous faces adorning them disproportionately large. The old-style bills are still legal tender.
There are seven denominations of coins: 1 (1 cent, or a penny); 5 (5 cents, or a nickel); 10 (10 cents, or a dime); 25 (25 cents, or a quarter); 50 (50 cents, or a half dollar); the gold-colored "Sacagawea" coin worth $1; and, prized by collectors, the rare, older silver dollar.
*What? Who wrote this? Someone isolated on the Isle of Man with no internet services?? Who uses the word "buck" ?? That's like asking for a "Cup of Joe", or to borrow "Two Bits", who was president when this was written? Isenhower?
OH YEAH... as if baited breath were apparent, I'm working (programming) right now, which is taking up my time away from the wonderful world of SG, so comments forthcomming to journals.
Due to the Xanax, I'm no longer anxious about being a Simpsonn anymore... I AM anxious about being on Zoloft, but... the Xanax covers that nicely.
-Lisa Simpson
The Shanti Project. Providing assistance and home care to the victimcs of HIV & Aids.
Evil spirits are not mental states but beings who never wanted to endure themselves.
-Artaud., Fragmentations.
The rules of attraction.
Theresa Wayman, Food Service Girl
The Blood Jet is Poetry -Sylvia Plath
Dream Song 101
A shallow lake, with many waterbirds,
especially egrets: I was showing Mother around,
An extraordinary vivid dream
of Betty & Douglass, and Don—his mother's estate
was on the grounds of a lunatic asylum.
He showed me around.
A policeman trundled a siren up the walk.
It was 6:05 p.m., Don was late home.
I askt if he ever saw
the inmates—'No, they never leave their cells.'
Betty was downstairs, Don called down 'A drink'
while showering.
I can't go into the meaning of the dream
except to say a sense of total Loss
afflicted me therof:
an absolute disappearance of continuity & love
and children away at school, the weight of the cross,
and everything is what it seems.
-John Berryman Oct. 25, 1914, - Jan. 7, 1972
There are only the dead
asleep in me,
some are free, they are outside
the others in this hellish dungheap where my thighbone ceaselessly goes forth and grazes in order to undermine hell.
-Artaud.
When you were young you were the king of carrot
flowers and how you built a tower tumbling thru the
trees in holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your
feet and your mom would stick a fork right into
daddys shoulder and your dad would throw the
garbage all across the floor as we would lay and
learn what each others bodies were for and this is
the room one afternoon I knew I could love you and
from above you how I sank into your soul into that
secret place where noone dares to go and your
mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
and dad would dream about the different ways to
die each one a little more than he could dare to try.
-Neutral Milk Hotel, The King of Carrot Flowers Pt I.
[I love you, Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ I love you, yes I do.] x2
And on the lazy days the dogs dissolve and drain away,
The world it goes and always waits
The day we are awaiting.
Up and over
We go through the weight and undertow
I will float until I learn how to swim,
Inside my mother in a garbage bin,
until I find myself again,
Again, oh.
All I know
We go mouths open wide and spit in stuff
I will spit until I learn how to speak
Up through the doorway as the sideboards creak
With them ever proclaiming me, me, oh
All I know
We go the way the steps fell down and I dont know,
I will shout until they know what I mean,
I mean the marriage of a dead dog sing
And a synthetic flying machine, machine, oh.
Ok.
-Part Two & Part Three NMH.
...O, Airgirl, the far fields melt my heart!
Do you know Airgirl?
Something Awful is Richard Kyanka's pedophilic fantasyland, Part threehundred and seventy one.
[18:10:13] <inferno> fag
[18:12:01] <[sa]acidbear> oh
[18:17:23] <inferno> wut
[18:17:28] <[sa]acidbear> re: fag
[18:17:49] <inferno> oh. i just think your a fag.
[18:17:58] <[sa]acidbear> don't care
[18:18:25] <inferno> ok well I do. And I have the right to voice my opinion, which states you sir, are a fag.
[18:18:38] <[sa]acidbear> wow
IF I EVER have a son or daughter, I will never let them be hungry, I will always support them. I will give them a place to sleep if they need one. I will look after their things as if they were my own. I will love them unconditionally, even if at times they hate me. I will teach them the purity of innocence and it's eventual loss. I will never let them be homeless. I will buy their medicine, their food if they need it, I will bail them out of jail, time after time, screw up after screw up, fucked up situation after fucked up situation, relentlessly driving, never letting them down, until I die.
Possessions aren't worth work, mail me a sandwhich, and I'll sleep out in the gutter, you can sleep here on the floor.
Charity is one thing, but the person who's floor I call my residence needs to grab a jumbo sized cup of shut the fuck up! PLEASE.
I in no way love computers, I think they're great, like a toaster that doesn't burn the bread, and it goes and finds the bread for you, and then makes it for you in the morning, and it tells you stories and keeps you up at night, and you tell it secrets, and where you've hidden your locket burried in the front yard where the dogs run and bite at you and fireflies at night and things like that... but if someone takes your toaster away, and that's a banal image, but bear with me on this one, no more toast, no nothing, and it's back to walking down to the store where that sad man works, who's wife died in 1973 of cancer, which is horrible, because you cant stand the pain to give him the money, and he slowly gives you back the change and you've never seen him smile, and you wish that for one second you could tell him a joke, anything, that for a split second, would make him forget he was there.
That's living. Not a toaster.
What happens when you meet your double? O, picture of dorian grey. I'm acetelyn, rising.
This is where I live, and life isn't life grand. (this is a typo i noticed later and decided not to fix.)
IT IS THE VORTEX OF WILL, OF DECISION, THAT BEGINS.
-Henri Gaudier-Brzeska
Wow... Just... Wow.
Currency -- The U.S. monetary system is very simple: The most common bills are the $1 (colloquially, a "buck")*, $5, $10, and $20 denominations. There are also $2 bills (seldom encountered), $50 bills, and $100 bills (the last two are usually not welcome as payment for small purchases). All the paper money was recently redesigned, making the famous faces adorning them disproportionately large. The old-style bills are still legal tender.
There are seven denominations of coins: 1 (1 cent, or a penny); 5 (5 cents, or a nickel); 10 (10 cents, or a dime); 25 (25 cents, or a quarter); 50 (50 cents, or a half dollar); the gold-colored "Sacagawea" coin worth $1; and, prized by collectors, the rare, older silver dollar.
*What? Who wrote this? Someone isolated on the Isle of Man with no internet services?? Who uses the word "buck" ?? That's like asking for a "Cup of Joe", or to borrow "Two Bits", who was president when this was written? Isenhower?
OH YEAH... as if baited breath were apparent, I'm working (programming) right now, which is taking up my time away from the wonderful world of SG, so comments forthcomming to journals.
Due to the Xanax, I'm no longer anxious about being a Simpsonn anymore... I AM anxious about being on Zoloft, but... the Xanax covers that nicely.
-Lisa Simpson
The Shanti Project. Providing assistance and home care to the victimcs of HIV & Aids.
Evil spirits are not mental states but beings who never wanted to endure themselves.
-Artaud., Fragmentations.
The rules of attraction.
Theresa Wayman, Food Service Girl
The Blood Jet is Poetry -Sylvia Plath
Dream Song 101
A shallow lake, with many waterbirds,
especially egrets: I was showing Mother around,
An extraordinary vivid dream
of Betty & Douglass, and Don—his mother's estate
was on the grounds of a lunatic asylum.
He showed me around.
A policeman trundled a siren up the walk.
It was 6:05 p.m., Don was late home.
I askt if he ever saw
the inmates—'No, they never leave their cells.'
Betty was downstairs, Don called down 'A drink'
while showering.
I can't go into the meaning of the dream
except to say a sense of total Loss
afflicted me therof:
an absolute disappearance of continuity & love
and children away at school, the weight of the cross,
and everything is what it seems.
-John Berryman Oct. 25, 1914, - Jan. 7, 1972
There are only the dead
asleep in me,
some are free, they are outside
the others in this hellish dungheap where my thighbone ceaselessly goes forth and grazes in order to undermine hell.
-Artaud.
When you were young you were the king of carrot
flowers and how you built a tower tumbling thru the
trees in holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your
feet and your mom would stick a fork right into
daddys shoulder and your dad would throw the
garbage all across the floor as we would lay and
learn what each others bodies were for and this is
the room one afternoon I knew I could love you and
from above you how I sank into your soul into that
secret place where noone dares to go and your
mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
and dad would dream about the different ways to
die each one a little more than he could dare to try.
-Neutral Milk Hotel, The King of Carrot Flowers Pt I.
[I love you, Jesus Christ,
Jesus Christ I love you, yes I do.] x2
And on the lazy days the dogs dissolve and drain away,
The world it goes and always waits
The day we are awaiting.
Up and over
We go through the weight and undertow
I will float until I learn how to swim,
Inside my mother in a garbage bin,
until I find myself again,
Again, oh.
All I know
We go mouths open wide and spit in stuff
I will spit until I learn how to speak
Up through the doorway as the sideboards creak
With them ever proclaiming me, me, oh
All I know
We go the way the steps fell down and I dont know,
I will shout until they know what I mean,
I mean the marriage of a dead dog sing
And a synthetic flying machine, machine, oh.
Ok.
-Part Two & Part Three NMH.
...O, Airgirl, the far fields melt my heart!
Do you know Airgirl?
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I have seen some inviting gutters in my day.....Children will allow you to embrace purity by virtue of need. It is a grand thing...the biggest walk on role of anyone's life. What kind of hoagie shall I send?
good luck with that whole fame thing