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last modified Dec 22, 2001 at 22:31
Oh who knows...i may mellow in my old age like bologna...or a cow pie.
...That's when they get just right to throw like a boomerang or a Frisbee at people.
Skippy is the reason why i am bemused to have people defending this country and fascinated by how it all works- go Timmy go!
Does anyone gain great pleasure and satisfaction from sneezing on other people?
To those that know and love me it's a sign of affection(ate abuse).
To those that don't (and i wouldn't sneeze on otherwise) it's really disturbing.
A much desired affect from an unstoppable and unusual habit.
*pzcchhtooo* *Sniff, Smile*
Was it good for you too?
*ppuuuuurrrr, puurrrr*
Wow...
"This catalog is for knowledge. It is for joy and pleasure. It is for the unlimited potential of each individual -- for the undying spirit of human freedom and resistance to tyranny."
It [Dogchow] makes me very happy.
I am distraught, beside myself, with my moral lying down, solace fingering remorse.
I checked out their online official website and discovered that though i am a woman of the world (and of duel citizenship)...i may never be able to become.......
a Royal Canadian Mounty.
*Wails out loud*
Unless i get a Canadian Citizenship after living there for three years!
"Fuck the pens,
free the poets!
a new war cry,
never to be deneyed!"
Information or Communication?
I went to The Church Thursday, PTL night (pretty tight leather). The 'gothic' club of Dallas, candelabra and chandeliers, velvet draping galore and plush sofas. Their main bar is circular, serving BOTH dance floors and the upstairs 'viewing' area to the main floor with it's stage, stain glass window, railings and polls.
I danced to "peek a-boo", the Doctor Who theme and 1863 in trance style. I scanned the crowd- the most memorable thing was a certain longhaired tall waify gentleman that looked like Snide from the Harry Potter film, and was about the same age- still in his prime before mid life. He was dressed in some form of fancy Civil War uniform, ominously and nervously hovering on the edge of the sunken dance floor and wandering aimlessly looking hawk-like. He had to have two Bud Lite's by 1 am before he would even shake his butt 15 degrees.
And after that singular poignant lesson, it's odd that the rest of my memory didn't serve up all the delicious images of the lavish lush ladies there. Guess i'm not so pretty petty obsessed anymore.
how to tie a tie and everything you ever needed to know about men's accessories.
I have trouble finding bowties that aren't already sewn. I like cufflinks in silver that aren't narrow or oddly shaped, especially these. Some beatiful ties are by Jerry Garcia (specifically the Duck Worm Alarm, Paris in the Rain, Stonehenge, Thistle Ghost, Euridite Gentlemen, and Carousel collections), Escher ties, Vicky Davis, Wooden ties and other ties made of interesting materials. I can even make you a chainmaille tie!
Ties are just pretty. Really very pretty. In shape and possition they split the upper half of the body and define it's length and form. If you're female they help show off the bust (like suspender -more like this), even if you're not boutious. In design they show flair and hints of one's tastes. They are one of the few things in a man's wardrobe you could say are pretty...not to mention they point strait to one's crotch.
But....what about the dimple in a tie below the knot? Do you dimple??
Hurray for ties! Come on, tie a tie today over that sloppy arse t-shirt of yours....and tuck it in you bludger.
Did anyone notice the similarities between Balrog (the demon that took down Gandolf in the new L.o.T.R.) and the Minator monsters at the end of the computer game Doom and the demon in the game Diablo? And the Ugly pet the Orcs of Moria had with that big gray Rancor in Star Wars?
Or more mysteriously, the 'Rippers' in Tank Girl and the 'Roos' in Warriors of Virtue?
Is snogging a law enforcer an offense? Isn't it a form of assult?
Just like Natasha Radinov wears, Trident Military (an outfit that kind of scares me) sells old good condition Soviet black leather parade boots. Shinney shinney, *pant* you'd think they rubbed them captured british cricketer's pants.
Speaking of..New episodes of Ab Fab!!
Have you ever caught someone mouthing off knowledge? Like it's some commodity they've attained through great pain and time spent? They need to show of their shinney new toy. It says nothing of understanding or perception.
Did you know?...., In ancient ___.., There's this tradition the ___ have..., He publish several papers on the dicotomy of...., Actually...
the two aren't necessarily linked. Why do human's prize their intellect so highly? Why is being called an idiot so offensive and derogatory, even if you really are metally lazy, lacking of intelligance or wit? Is it that we would like to be supperior to everything else in the worlds, and in words that tranzlates into being intelligent- since it seems to be the biggest more expressed and recognizable thing going for the human race. Does aqizition of knowledge mean we feel secure in our godhood? Is knowledge a vain attempt at elevation of understanding and eventually being? To be loved for ones scathing almost alianating wit, like Oscar Wilde (my favorite fop) who must have rattled of his little ironic inverted maxims at many a party- Or to be loved for one's knowledge, to relate to a person through Plato, Le Mis, The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and know their preferances, but never to know the person's essence? That isn't being loved at all. I can only talk about myself for so long...
I must admit, I hunger for knowledge but only to understand more. I love learning for learning's sake (and it saves me like grace). If i don't truly learn something then i've waisted valuable effort and perhaps brain space. It's not what you read but what you put into it to get out of it.
The late Mr. Wagnon use to say to his lab class "Intelligence you inherit form your parents, knowledge you gain of your own accord, and wisdom, only God gives out, and sometimes age."
Wise guy...he always tried to keep things light and agile.
The Spark's Unintelligance test
AussieAri: still can't spell
Yin666Q: dont worry bout it
Yin666Q: i cant usually
AussieAri: well...my mother says i'm helping take down civilization as we know it because of it..
Yin666Q: cool...can i helo
AussieAri: still a bad speller....after all these yearrrrsss *sings*
Yin666Q: help
AussieAri: only if we build something great and fantastic afterwards in it's wake
Yin666Q: sure, how bout a really big buddy christ
The best radio station i've come across on earth for modern rock and odd fun sounds is Triple J out of Sydney Australia.
Well aside from the completely random Housten (college?) radio station that was playing something that sounded like the birthchild of euro trash, moulan rouge and the beat poets all on pot. Anyone know what the heck that station is??
The Thing by Lady Wil, Guen, Amata, and Lady Fieler.
Chapter One: In which a meeting is held, some characters are introduced, war is declared and plot happens
Chapter Two: In which details are supplied and an archenemy is named
Chapter Three: In which the plot thickens
Chapter Four: In which the plot simmers in a delicate wine sauce
Chapter Five: In which the plot has a nice cup of tea
Chapter Six: In which the plot runs amuck in the red-lights district
Chapter Seven: In which the plot visits Amata
Chapter Eight: In which the plot is ostensible
Chapter Nine: In which the plot twists and almost stumbles
Chapter Ten: In which the plot is intentionally not gender specific
Chapter Eleven: In which the plot flounces about in sexy lingerie
Chapter Twelve: In which the plot hangs out on the docks
Chapter Thirteen: In which the plot decides to be a little revealing
Chapter Fourteen: In which the plot searches for an allusion
Chapter Fifteen: In which the plot unknowingly undoes itself
Chapter Sixteen: In which the plot messes with a few heads
Wow....ever dreampt you were being chased around your collage by a giant gorilla in a school uniform that was going ape schite on you because you said her plaid school girl skirt was too small and she overheard? Everyone was dressed up in the highschool uniform but no one FROM collage was there. The inside of all the buildings looked like the airport at Frankfurt. I was waiting for my mum to pick me up of all things...I think the gorilla came from the mountains behind my dorm...
I have GOT to stop sleeping on the base for my mattress with a sleeping bag ontop and find a bed here at home.
Again i say Science is our modern Myth
our Legends are Media whores.
But i still can't find America's myrters?
Spoken Breath
Sounds i can not fake
my voice has always escaped
the mouth holds/homes my tongue.
Overlooking Whiterock Lake at the arboretum
on the other side of the lake
building jut from the horizon line
pimples of the earth.
Lying pair laid bare.
i lie too,
differently most of the time than you,
but mostly of the same things you do.
Why do they call it that? 4/5/01
…a land fill
by any other name
would still be
empty of earth.
“Beware all ye who pass herein: This be Sacred Ground” 4.20.01 12:04am
While on sacred ground
I find no urge to write
And no need.
Come two times girl. Oh- my third eye grows to weep.
What I seek,
is the kind of
Immortality
that you die
For to/when you achieve
While waiting at the gates:
This is the silent dialogue of life
Your spit
Drip Drips on my shirt
As the time
Tick Ticks bye.
Shaky love Haiku.
How do I love thee?
Let me count the hairs upon your head-
Kiss your upper lip
And stuff whiskers into your ear.
Dallas,
I’m leaving,
Your heart is retail concrete,
I’ll be fine/finding
Me lost in New Mexico.
“You have a cat’s tongue,
rough enough.”
You say as I lick
Chocolate off/offered
your hand.
Hitchhikers Guide to the Geometry of the Universe. 5.4.01
Would a gigantic sphere
appear to be a wall
If a gigantic wall appear
To be a sphere’s curve?
Web cam, Web cam, Ra ra ra! *dances to 'I'm to Sexy'*
AussieAri's incriminating hidden camera
Ways i start a sentance in speech:
So (then)..
Well now...
Right(-o),...
This is the most gorgeous piece of chainmail perfection i have ever seen... Kusari's Chainmail Bodice Maybe i'll be able to apprentice for him one day...
Not to mention..this triple grove rapier by angel fire swords in living steel.
*excessive salivation*
What the bugger is Yatta anyway? Besides the place?
From Winter Solstice Celebration preformace, by Jeff Davis.
"You contain all the ingredients to make your life a nightmare. Do not mix! DO NOT MIX!!
You contain all the ingredients to make your life joy. Mix well! Mix well!!
You contain the genius to write the blueprints, the build the swing, in your back yard for God! That sounds more fun! That sounds more fun!"
"The question still remains. What will it be? Bread or Eggs?"
Have you ever been able to NOT kill people in your dream when you were trying to? Yes, I am asking and expect replies. This is not my letter to the world, which never wrote to me.
No regrets but i have disgusts.
I was again, on Johnny campus in a dream two nights ago- and it was in a very lush green valley with woods and rivers, something like the NSW forest environment.
Someone was killing everyone. They would use scare tactics to trap groups of people in their dorm room or building. Myself and my roommate ended up being amongst the last to be alive. We were in a service lift when he finally caught up to us. Mr. McKinney was wielding a sharpened cavalry saber and poking through the elevator's doors with it. Although Colin did do Olympic style saber at one point in time, I can't see him going ape schite on his fellow Johnnies. He stabbed my roommate and she collapsed instantly, he must have got her heart. I panicked and offered to join him. After all, he knew I had some sword experience. He accepted, stepped into the lift as I opened up the doors and we rode to the bottom floor.
Who did we meet there but a pair of girls that can only be described as plastic, airbrushed- Pretentious. We pulled them into the lift and began to work on them with our bare hands. They didn't bleed or bruise or collapse. They just kept a look of contempt on their faces and commented "Uh! oh my god!" as if we'd just ruined their outfits.
I can't kill that- i can't even dirty it.
Sedate the things i hate. Do unto others what has been done to me. Seems like i'm coming into my Sophomore year again, only early. Wonder if there will be a pattern of four or two years for my life in educational insitutions forever forth.
Another night another dream. This time Amy was going to St. John's with me. A St. John's situated in the Hill country of texas though... Not a very beautiful thing.
We had an undivided double (of course) but unlikely enough we had two fairly seperate sides of the room and neither felt like home. I began exploring my new environment as Amy began disappearing for longer and longer. Sometimes she wouldn't come home at night and when she did she'd ignore me. Her explination, Junior year is tough! This is absurd since she'd have to start as a freshman on Johnnie turf. Her Mom finnaly came to visit us and Amy returned at day break to franitcally clean the already clean room.
We began re-acting a favorite play of her mothers to entertain her at the tea table with a friend of ours(the study desk pulled into the center of the room). We were all not the characters we would be in real life, it was all reversed in a triangle of sorts with me being the most witless and dull faced maid, the friend being 'Cleopatra' and Amy being a ruller. Between scene I reminded her i was going insane because of her behavior and I wanted answers.
Where are you Amy?
Log log, wonderful log. Everyone loves a looooog.
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