Tuesday, August 7, 2007

I want to ride my nonsencycle.

Suddenly I stop
But I know it's too late
I'm lost in a forest
All alone
The girl was never there
It's always the same
I'm running towards nothing
Again and again and again


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There's the sun in front of me, up the hill some and slowly meandering toward the horizon. I race ahead and try to outrun it but as I do the sky begins to bleed such passionate violent red that I cannot help but turn my head to face the fleeing furnace but too late, it is gone - or I am, these days it is the same - and in its wake a thousand colours fall and flutter upon the world, dying from the sky as streamers at the Last Farewell Parade.

I blow one of those roll out paper party things to myself - bwwwwt - and let the dark envelope me. Maybe I'm sad, but I'm an okay sort of sad. A gentle sigh of wind on a cold and clear morning. And I love those mornings in the bush, most of all.

I'll get the fire going shall I? You can make the marsh mellow, a chilled out swampy blues soundtrack to match.

Nice.

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[Inbox]
so you know how you like to get your dick out for various pornographic websites and whatnot? well i was wondering if i could take photos of you? not necessarily with your dick out, but im working on putting together an exhibition exploring the loneliness of sexuality. crazy right? i already have pictures of a boy with **** ******* round his ***** (which you're not allowed to tell anyone coz id be in bogus trouble) and now im thinking that this concept needs to go further. and, well, naturally i thought of you.

[brain]
When have I ever got my dick out for pornographic websites? Just because I posted a picture of it on here about four years ago and told people to suck it. Or because I once got paid $150 to jerk off twice with a video camera filming me...oh, right. Ok.

[reply]
Ok.

[Inbox]
Actually, here's what I'm thinking.
we'll get you in jeans and a top hat (sounds ghey but trust me) and you can write death fuck on your chest.
and what we'll do is well get a fake rifle.
and it'll be great. and you can keep your dick in your pants.

[reply]
Ok.

[brain]
How come the other boy got to **** his **** in **** and I have to wear pants and a top hat.

[brain]
hey matty?

[brain]
yes?

[brain]
say that again

[brain]
what? How come the other boy got to wrap his **** in **** and I have to wear pants and a top hat?

[brain]
yes. hehe.

[brain]
hehe

[brain]
hey?

[brain]
yes?

[brain]
If we can't find anything better by the time we're dead, let's put that on the tombstone.

[brain]
ok.

[brain]
ok now anway as I was saying:

asdhiauhruihav
kjnbaiulehuiwbv
kjdbvklahjeirwhafbna
lshflaihfelavbnakjvbaoiuhtui

[hands]
*light cigarette*

[legs]
Take me home, I want to go home.



9 comments:

  1. i love word games:

    1. four/vaginas/penis

    2. push/cock/cunt

    3. cock/cunt

    and those blow out party things - i think they sound like plarggh-er

    it's all about perspective isn't it.


    owly

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  2. Gee Owly, you really go straight to the filthiest option don't you? Besides if they were the words, I would have written them. In fact, I did write them at firdst, until I was checking for spelling mistakes and noticed the BIG BRACKETS WHICH SAID: Oh, don't tell anyone, or something like that. Though heaven knows why. I'd be shouting it from the rooftops.

    And those party things sound like plarggh-er when the part she be pumping, but when the sun goes over the hill and you're standing there with a hat lopsided on your noggin and a face full of limp streamer - trust me - they sound like bwwwwt.

    Yes. It is.

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  3. Did you like that spelling mistake in the sentence about spelling mistakes? Yeeeah, that's what I'M talking about.

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  4. that's not a spelling msitake dear sherr. it's a typo. mucho differencio, compadre.

    like the one avobe.

    that is, er. i mane...

    tooh tooh

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  5. Is ok. I always forgive bad smelling.

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  6. i don't. spelling or smelling. i am very harsh on people who transgress smelleringly and letteringly.

    did you get my tooh tooh gag?

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  7. look.. if you're gonna feel left out coz you dont get to get it out, then you can get it out. lets just get it over with...

    (i love you)

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  8. You know I am yours to command Ms Fry.

    x

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