| Narf! |
[Aug. 18th, 2006|02:48 am] |
Ebola is so the sexiest protein strand ever...
BOOGALOO! |
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[Aug. 15th, 2006|12:15 am] |
maanantosubarashikunamerunogadoozonamode gozaimashyou!
deshta. |
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[Aug. 14th, 2006|11:39 pm] |
I am roasting tomatoes. Will they be delicious?
Oh, very yes.
I am going down to Wellington in about two weeks to visit Andrew and Trent. I intend to do nothing except sleep, smoke pot, revel in the no fridge/computer, and cook outside and shit. Fuck that's going to be mint. For like, five days. Living like a hippie. Awesome. I'll go barefoot and climb trees and pick apples and swim in streams. Can't wait. Ooh! I'll arrange some acid for the occasion to make the most out of it and totally trip out in the forest. Best way! You totally feel nature envelop you and it's just real choice.
So yes. Hurrah. |
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| Death |
[Aug. 14th, 2006|12:01 am] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | None. Watching Stigmata. | ] |
OK so it all turned to shit with him and the eighteen year old, and now funnily enough, GUESS WHO'S BEING ALL TALKY and suggested that we do the DVD thing sometime.
Part of me wants to go 'Fuck you, you should have realised how much I rock before, have a coke and a smile and get the fuck out', and the other part of me wants to go 'OH GOD YES'.
We shall see. This time he can lose the sleep and write all the emails. We'll see how bad he wants it.
God I'm a sap. He's going to have to work twice as hard this time. I really don't feel like being screwed around again. |
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| I want to stab Brent Everett with my penis. Fiercely. |
[Jun. 19th, 2006|04:27 am] |
God
I must stop downloading so much porn.
There are better things to waste data on.. Not many.. But there are.
Things that suck -
1. Influenza virii
2. Dick cheese
3. *really* closeup shots of ugly bits in porn. Seriously. Hairy deep-sea fish. This is why our eyes are up HERE.
4. Tartar.
5. Running out of garlic
6. Hot guys who won't sleep with me
7. Flies
8. Dog vomit
9. Hot guys who send me pictures of themselves wearing boxerbriefs who then just stop talking
10. Judgemental people
Gothika was great.
Species is also great. Go Giger. I love him.
Things that are cool.
1. Giger.
2. The Popol Vuh
3. Tori Amos fucking up her words when she sings
4. Daisy's solo in 'Wrapped In Plastic'
5. Having garlic
6. Hot guys who will sleep with me
7. Garnier Nutritionist
8. Hypercube physics
9. The I-Ching
10. Time physics
11. Venus perhaps being a 5-dimensional planet as a current theory
12. The Montauk project (OMG)
13. Carol Burnett's Tarzan scream
14. Farts
15. Orgasms
16. Farting whilst having an orgasm (heh)
17. Nightmares (I *do* enjoy them. How sick is that.)
18. MDMA
19. TFMPP/BZP
20. Booze.
21. Cigarettes.
Now I just wouldn't be me if I didn't put those last three in cuz I DO love them so.
That was so Letterman. But he sucks. So it was completely unlike Letterman.
I have to brush my teeth. *rubs with tongue* You know the furriness?
Come on. Like you have never felt the furriness. Don't make that face you fucking hypocrite. Bitch. I hate you.
OK that's mean. I don't hate you.
But no toffee for you.
NO
I SAID NO TOFFEE
ok one.
ONLY ONE
PUT IT BACK
PUT IT BACK
ah fuck you.
shit. whadda guts.
ASSHOLE
mm yeah
oh god
fuck yeah
faster
unh unh unh unh unh ahh ahh ahh
unh unh unh unh unh unh unh
oh god
I'm gunna cum
I'm gunna cum
you want me to cum on you?
yeah yeah unh unh unh
Unnnnnnnnnnnh! -squirt-clench -FART-squirt-clench-FART-squirt-clench-FART-dribble-clench-fart dribble -clench-fartlet
WTF
WTF IS THAT
OMG
ONLY ONE
I SAID FUCKING ONE |
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| Fred as a parent |
[Jun. 19th, 2006|04:27 am] |
You kids think you're all that, but you ain't got shit..
When I was your age, we were so poor, we couldn't afford to do anything. We just smoked pot all day. We didn't have MTV. We just got wasted and watched the radio. And it was always raining. And the weatherman would grow horns and laugh at us whenever he came on.
You have it so fucking lucky. You know what we had to eat? Sawdust. And it was expensive. Sawdust and scrap metal. My father would come home from working at the metalworks all day with pieces of scrap metal and woodchips from the furnace and that was all we had. But we were grateful. We didn't complain. And my mother. My poor mother. She was a goddess. She could take that shit and make a banquet out of it. She'd get all that sawdust and cook for us nine kids and make a mangled jungle gym taste so delicious. And we were happy, dammit, cuz we were a family. Now you have your fuckin McDonalds and rollups and fruit-for-yonks and shit and you've forgotten what it's like to be grateful for the simple things. You have the electric blankets and insulation and windows and shit. You have designer clothes. You know what we used to wear when I was growing up? Sawdust and scrap metal. My mother would glue the woodchips to me and wrap me in sheet aluminium and send me to school in the snow. But we were happy. That was all we had and we loved eachother. One day I got home and I was so hungry I ate an entire set of bent gears all by myself. That was food for christmas dinner for the whole family and I ate it all. I was greedy. And I felt so terrible. But my mother gave me a hug and said she understood. You kids have no fucking idea. |
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[Jun. 12th, 2006|02:46 pm] |
Omg so like after visiting Caluzzi to say the helloes to Jason, I went off and ran into some random dodgy people I haven't seen for ages cuz I'm a good boy now, but I got me a deal on a couple of pills. Which was nice. I also got me a whole bunch of fake ones. For some reason. And popped those and then got all excited and ran off to Family. For some reason. It was fucking insane. I danced for like, 6 hours straight with these random people who just kept on appearing and leaving, and I was so loved up I was like 'lallal omg HI how ARE you rah rah rah' and due to all the going outside to talk to people every five minutes I ended up smoking 2 packets of cigarettes. And like. My voice is so incredibly husky and sexy. And it's MONDAY. It's still gunna be all fucked for the next couple of days. So like I saw Lola and apparently she's been trying to hunt me down since last time but SOMEONE didn't tell me but meh. She's calling me today. And like. I saw Dino and Marshall and they were all like '*look* *snob*' and I was like '*HUGE OTT 'I SEE YOU' SMILE' and it was funny. Six rather potent TFMPP pills and 2 pinkies was like. Adequate. So like, I was getting all these weirdo looks all night cuz I liked to sit and watch from a vantage point. So there was everyone taking themselves WAY TOO seriously and there was me sitting on an elevation onto which I'd dragged a stool, without my shirt on, chainsmoking. It was very interesting. So I saw Will from a thousand years ago. Aaaaaand um. Jason again. He was like 'Look at you. Your eyes are like dinner plates.' umm aaaand I saw Ed. Aaaaand OH! The watch fixing guy! He was nice. And um. A few others. And then there were the people who came up and tried to pick me up. You can imagine how well that went down. About 4 guys were trying to be all subtle like and be , you know, the whole like, just walk up to me and stand next to me and like, not say much, and then they'd try to talk to me.
'You've been sitting there for two hours smoking and drinking water.'
'Yes. I like to watch.
'That means you're a voyeur.'
'So be it.'
'So be it? what the hell?'
'Yes.'
'You're a weirdo'
'You wouldn't believe how often I hear that.'
I don't know what to say to people like that! It's like, come up to me and say something stupid and like, .. How should I respond? So I respond literally and don't mince words. It's easy and saves a whole lot of bullshit.
Though I must have looked a bit weird but who cares. Wouldn't be the first time and sure as hell won't be the last.
So then at about 7:30 or 8 or something I went to the Supper Club and just sat and watched. The other people there (it was PACKED) were like, superhuman. The DJ was going mental and They were just still pumping out the most amazing music when I left, but like, the wee dance floor was INSAAAAAAAAANE and it was all daylight and wicked but my god, I was just so glad to be sitting down. This queer walked past me and like, almost sneered and said 'Are you still here?' at which I gave him my finger. And he looked all nonplussed and queer and walked off.
And like there was this short fat drunk ugly bitch who like, appeared and sat ON my table and nearly knocked my drink over. I was like '....' and then she got up and moved and 'lost balance' and sat on my lap. I was like 'Get the fuck off me'. Like about half an hour afterwards I was like 'Right. Pee. Then go.' So I'm downstairs and like, this bitch APPEARS again and DRRRRAGGGGS me into the loo with her and is like 'Hold my drink! I need to piss!' So she like, sits down and starts to piss and looks up at me it was like this.
'Where are you from?'
'um I was born in Brasil'
'No way. You're not that hideous.'
'I don't have any mullato in me'
'I am a model from Brasil'
'No you're not'
'You're really ugly and really hideous'
'What the fuck did you just say?
'You're really ugly and really hideous'
'Did you just call me ugly!?'
'Am I the prettiest tranny you've ever seen?'
'No.'
'Yes I am. I'm the prettiest tranny you're ever seen.'
'No you're really not aye'
'And you're in love with me'
'Hellll no. You just called me ugly. That's rude.'
'Yes you are. And you're going to come home with me.'
'Like fuck I am'
ALL of this is while she's sitting on the can pissing.
And she's like
'*bitchy* So are you going to buy me a drink or what?'
'No.'
'*shocked and like, angry. She's sneering. Like she *actually bared her teeth*
'... What?????'
'No. I am going to go home now.
'What????'
'Here's your drink. Goodbye.'
Am I too formal and blunt sometimes? Maybe.
And there's like, people banging on the door trying to get in cuz they thought we were fucking or something, and there was me banging on the door trying to get out. All because of the evil tranny. So like, I opened the door and walked through the wee throng of whistling leering people who thought I'd just gotten some hot fat tranny action, and high-tailed it the fuck out of there and went to wait for my bus which took EIGHTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN minutes to get there, and then fourty minutes to get home. My bed lovely. I JUST ate some beans which was like the first thing I've eaten since. hehehe. damn stomach shrinkage and appetite suppressants.
bahh
I STILL feel nasty
My body is like 'WHAT did you DO to me you CUNT' and I'm all like 'I'm sorrreeeee just stay still and swallow the fluids'
It's working kinda.
omg I saw Paul from Wofem where I used to work like, seven years ago. I always knew he'd end up queer.
He looked so gay with his tiny white t-shirt and stuff. I was like 'tee hee!' cuz he used to hit on my 15 year old ass heaps
K well I'm bored. |
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[Jun. 11th, 2006|10:45 am] |
Oh my god
I just got home.
CRAZY night last night.
Many pills..
I am going to relax now with blessed silence. I put the clock away because the ticking was annoying. |
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[Jun. 8th, 2006|01:00 pm] |
So the charges should have just gone off, and I've been told to keep listening to the news.
This is full of shit.
Maybe.
I'm gullible. |
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[Jun. 8th, 2006|12:59 am] |
So apparently this guy I know is going to blow a whole lot of shit up.
In one minute. |
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[Jun. 6th, 2006|09:04 am] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Hanz Zimmer - Gladiator Soundtrack | ] |
It's FREEZING and SUNNY
Pooze. ALTHOUGH the omelette will make everything better. And the heater is on.
I have nothing to rant about today, yet. Maybe later. In fact definately later. You know it's going to happen.
Today is (one) Mark Of The Beast day. Hurrah. |
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[Jun. 4th, 2006|09:32 am] |
What pooey weather.
And the rellies are coming tonight.. Only four of them.. So it should be a hoot.
ALTHOUGH
no gardening. So Carol and I will have to just have to smoke up and dance on the balcony.
I'm sure that will be doable. |
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| Ooer! |
[Jun. 3rd, 2006|12:29 am] |
'Titus' is on. And fuck me, it's actually pretty damn cool. Jessica Lange is Tamora, the Goth queen. And is BADASS!@#@!#@ She's looking a pretty meaty kinda voman nowadays. And the mean tats they gave her were pretty rad. Though she's a complete fucking whore. The Goth family seems to be quite incestuous.
And what'shisname.. That guy who was in The Velvet Goldmine with the lips. He's in it. And he and his brother have a few rather homoerotic wrestling bits. And they look like they're enjoying it a bit too much when they cuddle. Even with mum. It's saucy.
It's interesting seeing this woman's take on this play. It's all modern and.. fucked.. It's neat how as Shakespeare never really wrote stage directions alla time (he did but fuck all) you can put like, anything you want in.. So there's all this madness going on but the dialogue is about something COMPLETELY different.. That kind of freedom to interpret would be pretty cool.
Yep. Tamora is fucking evil. She can be my new favourite. |
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[Jun. 2nd, 2006|12:24 am] |
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Lisa. Your server is shit. Get a new one ;D |
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[May. 31st, 2006|10:06 am] |
And I found out what you are in time
Some things you told me that I hear in my brain
And those times that you stroll down in mine
Time to rip it out
Time to keep it in
Time to keep it up
Time to begin |
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| Hairy Lee!?!? |
[May. 31st, 2006|12:35 am] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Pink Elephants on Parade | ] |
Music is fascinating.
All pieces both simultaneously exist and do not in the void before they are compiled by the artist.. any combination of sounds could happen.. but the exact amount of this or that combined with the melody and mathematics and soul come together to make each of them unique..
I love hearing people sing eachother's songs. It requires a huge amount of respect and trust, I think.. |
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[May. 30th, 2006|05:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
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| [ | music |
| | Placebo - Running Up That Hill | ] |
=D Finished an assignment today!
That is nice. I hope I do ok.
=/ 50 pages of bollocks. Yurghhhhh.
Pasta good =D =D
Random! I was just listening to Tori singing 'God' from the 08/28/05 bootleg.. She makes it last for eight minutes. She blends the chorus of 'Running Up That Hill' by Kate Bush into it at the end. Absolutely fucking incredible. |
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| It looks like you sat on an almond joy, cochino. |
[May. 28th, 2006|03:38 am] |
http://www.subversiveelement.com/skyfallsfleshfalls.html
Dear.. god..
That's.. just.. strange.. I love it. Seriously.. Can you imagine?
Sitting outside with a gin and tonic. Having a cigarette. Clear sky. Then all of a sudden A FUCKLOAD OF RAW MEAT STARTS TO PELT YOU AND LASTS FOR SEVEN MINUTES.
That has some bizarre implications. Rips?
Fuck airplanes, shitting buzzards, waterspouts..
In fact anyone who can explain that to me I'll give fifty bucks.
And if anyone knows who apples_oranges_beetroot_mango_sushi_burgers@hotmail.com is, tell me. Cuz they're cool and they didn't tell me who they were.
Bless. |
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