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(no subject) [Dec. 28th, 2007|11:45 pm]
I met a Shina.
She was a Takina.
Rolling through the valley of death.
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Polar Ice Cream [Mar. 9th, 2006|03:02 pm]
Today I tried to do the right thing and finish all my schoolwork, so I can play with Heather. I first checked the internet to see if it had anything to show me. It did. My teach for one of my classes accused a bunch of people of cheating in my class. Baulderdash. It's a hard class. Kids need help. We teach eachother the stuff through AIM. There are no classes. Well, some kid copied straight from another kid and everyone who had the same idea is getting the shit stick. The teach is mad and wants blood.

I feel kind of bad for the teach. He's got skin cancer and it makes him look like a zombie.

"I think I feel a tooth coming in." - Elvis
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I'm not me anyway. [Mar. 9th, 2006|02:51 pm]
[dick sore |happyhappy]
[guns |Monster Metal]

I was sitting in my green-striped bed this morning thinking of all the shit I never learned in school. I can't get a job because nobody wants a guy who kinda knows everything. I feel like a shiny turd boat.

Heather and I went out last night and ate some ribs with some Madison friends of Craig and Denise. They were called Nick and Juliet. We watched some lame English prank show with them. It wasn't even funny when everybody else thought it was. I talked to Nick about music and getting one of those tiny Macs. He's got a tiny Mac and I want it. I had fun with all the kids last night though. I don't get to party party with people enough up here, and I definetly don't get to pee in other peoples' sinks...thanks Nick.

I also saw a full-blown Ben Folds concert. He was tiny and nerdy but pretty cool on stage. His songs were made for those two girls dancing in front of me. One was way bigger than the other. They knew all his words and sang them back to him. I bet they can turn themselves inside out.

I wish Kyle was here. I have some unfinished business with him!!! You hear me Kyle!!! Unfinished business!!!

I love all you rounders, though. Dave and Elizabeth I know you will rock it. Keith and Ciggy I know you will rock it. Shannon I don't even know how hard you can rock it, but you will rock it!. Heather rocks it! Kevin and Kevin and Jeff rock it!. Smells rock it!. And all my worst ideas I know you will rock it!

"Gay kid like spell wagon" - Elvis
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Bad Dream [Dec. 18th, 2005|09:15 pm]
[dick sore |o-8|---====]
[guns |Heroin]

Yeah, I had a bad dream last night. I was in a weird apartment complex by the ocean, and I wanted to move the fridge. Everybody was mad at me, and nobody wanted to talk. I was lost. Bad dreams suck. I also missed A Very Jetbaby Christmas in my dream which sucked most. And, hey, I'm going to my uncle's house with a dial-up connection so I may miss it for real, but I'll rig up something.

I'll be in town in 2 days. I'm so pumped! YEah! Whooooo! If you want to race, call me.
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I just had a coughing fit. [Nov. 17th, 2005|04:59 pm]
I really did. My chest burns.
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So this kid got torn in half buy the richie down the hall. [Nov. 17th, 2005|04:57 pm]
Man, sticky gobbly gum drop tubes would have helped. It's always hard to see the kid not win.
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More like Kick Your Arms Out [Nov. 17th, 2005|04:56 pm]
PO Box "Wasted Aunt"
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Triangle [Nov. 17th, 2005|04:55 pm]
Center is fur.
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Whore skin. [Nov. 17th, 2005|04:52 pm]
He had hair to sell.

More face. That's what he said, "More face in teen world." I didn't know what he meant. Maybe teen world is a magazine? I wouldn't buy it. I read stuffy jeep books.
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Man wind. [Nov. 17th, 2005|04:41 pm]
[dick sore |hold]
[guns |Jandy]

Two fish eat you.
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I Called Jeff Giles [May. 25th, 2005|11:48 am]
[dick sore |man man feet]
[guns |family teeth]

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My friend Nick is a selfish prick. [May. 9th, 2005|09:28 pm]
[dick sore |uncomfortableuncomfortable]
[guns |the big turds]

I am not happy. I got shit to do and no time to do it. Eh.
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Sweet Sex [May. 9th, 2005|03:50 am]
[dick sore |touchedtouched]
[guns |Liz Phair]

Oh good God...
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Ooooh Bitches [May. 4th, 2005|04:51 am]
I finished my database just a few seconds from just now. I still have to write a little GUI, but the meat of the shit is all taken care of. I am going to drink a lot when this thing is all over with.

I'm glad to share this with you.
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Finish Part 2 [May. 1st, 2005|01:19 am]
[dick sore |mischievouspine and car]
[guns |Brake Fluid]

I don't want the truth. Big nasty food kids. A turtle. Moopy Poo.

You ever get that feeling I get and want to talk about it?
Oh, I sure do, but does it feel like it does to me? Yeah.

Most guys are fags cause they can't find a castle. More castles in America!

I have a tiny calculator with a black outside covering. I named it Susan after a
girl my girl works with. She's (Susan's) not fat no matter what her boyfriends say.

At the wedding there will be a duck priest, a crying child with a smile mask, an oven shaped like
the moon, a paste pool, fans, cutouts of all my favorite people, tin, Will, candy, and the president.

I want to have sex on a school bus and by the lake and on a boat.
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Mad Cash For Mine Bitches Fuck Santa No Time To [Apr. 26th, 2005|08:09 pm]
I used to have this friend, you see. He would often watch my girlfriend pee. Once he caught a sight of me he ran away with my TV.

Let's do things together for as long as we can or until we get ugly.

I am proud of Kevin big always for making those cool boxes of his. I got to touch his first one with my own hands and let me tell you it was something to believe in. He's got a big fun mind. I like that kid.

Jeff told Heather that me and her are good as weather together. I think he's very right and will tell him when it is the next time I see his scruffy mug of a man-face.

Knock Knock.

I want to play rock shows.
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To: River [Apr. 11th, 2005|01:33 pm]
I lied and I am sorry.
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Kids Get So Fat Cause Black Death [Apr. 9th, 2005|10:59 am]
Hey Kevin, congradulations on that rat! I always believe in a man who can kill a rat with his penetratory osculamintation.

I saw MG at the BR LN. I met some new people who all were pretty cool. Kate, Becky, and Adam if you are reading this, Fuck Your Tick Tick Bomb Tickle Me Jesus and I love you sorta. I held one of Brian Fungck's friends for a little while just like a person might hold a little baby. Ol' Bri just handed him to me and said, "Hold him like a baby." So, I did. I am not very muscles though so I dropped him a little, but real babies are way lighter than this dude. Plus, he had his bag on where he kept his superhipster outfits. He didn't tell me that. Nobody did. I made it up.

I also made Ian with music. He fuddled with his instrument while I stroked mine in time. We really get off when we play together. It's a really cool experience always. Ian is as awesome as Six, maybe less.

This girl keeps communicating with me through the world wide web. She wants to chain smoke with me. I don't want to chain smoke with you, girl. I want to be my own man and do man stuff like drive a big rig or cut down a tree with something louder than you probably are when you sleep. I bet you smell like a bag lady.

If I had more money I'd probably drink more. I'd also have more people asking me to have bad sex with them. Ok, maybe they won't ask for bad sex, but that's exactly what they'll get.

butt
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In Islam We Kick In The Fucking Head [Apr. 7th, 2005|10:13 pm]
[dick sore |thankfulthankful]
[guns |Fame]

I woke up naked in a kind of foreign place. I got up and put on some pants and grabbed my things then walked through the door through the door then I looked around for my guitar. I put it in its case and looked for an SM58 microphone. I didn't find one, shit rags. I walked outside and when I got to my whore car I saw that probably a black man had taken a bloody shit right on my windshield. I, of course, turned on my windshield wipers to quell the demon poo. The smell of the ripe bloody stool was so strong I almost threw your guts up right on my steering wheel. I had to do something clever like the Allman Brothers would do if they had their own TV show in heaven. I got out of my slut face car, reached into the sky and grabbed a black soul tunnel. I figured since the soul is gravity reversal and the man was black I could use it to suck the poo off of my windshield. You know what, it worked. It left a bloody streak, but, "One to join the others!" I said as all my body melted into the seat.

Me and the kids have muscles worth 50 tokens.

Our feet are the same size in your bathroom.

Let's not start getting free stuff.

Cindy
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Eat Me Fast [Apr. 6th, 2005|09:43 pm]
[dick sore |recumbentrecumbent]
[guns |The Tiny Dick Song 2]

Hello friends, we are friends, but let's get past that. Today I drank a beer and saw some people and made a face.
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