the birth of christ is celebrated on one day. the births of the antichrist are celebrated everyday. everyone is an antichrist. (a compelling idea, something that just popped up now. does it hold much validity? hm...)
my hands are freezing. it's pretty dumb that i can't use the internet effectively in my own room because the laptop is so screwed up, no doubt b/c of misuse or something of the sort. should really be working on a poetics paper but who the hell can work on that now. work on something. didn't feel like going with my family on a trip., am i becoming a strain to them? or they a strain to me? too much time here. need to go. here, being this house. way too long. overdue. need to go. it looks as if it will rain soon. how nice. "trolling" is a funny word, i'm trolling for bamboo, see ya soon. why do i always cheat in relationships? i speak as if i've been in a lot. i haven't. my dad is an amature artist, since he's taking classes he can't be considered an outsider artist. oh well. and not really a naive artist. still, his paintings are just a bit askew in that amature way. whatever the hell that motherfuckin means. already november almost over. december dawns. upon us. should really type more in this, myspace taking over everything but livejournal is infinitely more intreseting. setting up a set for some porno. hey you wanna join? oh yes i'd love to. goodbye.
in honor of the swiftly approaching halloween, this is perhaps one of the most frightening images i saw as a kid. i didn't just see it, but i experienced it for along with this screen, the game over screen from link: zelda 2 there was a horrendous electronic laughter. whenever that happened, i would quickly turn off the computer monitor i used for a screen. good god, i still find it scarier than hell.
many people say bad things about our current president of the u.s., george w. bush. they say it out loud, bypassing even the mere saying of it, but perhaps yelling it at rallies, protests and such. there is much printed matter that insults bush and terms him many bad things.
there have also been many bad things stated and implied about past presidents. is it truly legal to insult all these presidents? or to term label them in disparaging, derogatory, defamatory terms? it probably isn't legal to accuse a president of rape or murder (though i've heard about books written by women who claim to have been used as political/presidential sex slaves). how about if you claimed a president, past or current, was a vampire or a demon? it was popularly believed reagan was the antichrist (or at least motley crue did).
would you be accused of treason or at least thrown in jail for writing something that claimed george washington was a vampire? or someother such "nonsense"?
the extreme body performance art of the 3 foot Iliegni is something to truly behold, especially since this is the birthday of this community. Iliegni is not a mere baby, but maybe she'd be better off as one since her work is too mesmerizing for her own good! no nono, but it's great! just this morning, 9:42 am pacific standard time she had swollowed a very large boot, a lamp and a bugle. All of it was quite visible as her skin strechted over the divers shapes of these objects, very much like that of a snake swallowing its rodential prey. this afternoon she swallowed an anaconda which itself had swallowed a little boy by the name of Winston Carlisle. It was a sight seeing the fair Iliegni turn a pale green with some hints of brown underneath all that skin and kneeing, elbowing some pinky organs along the way. And if I don't update this in a long while, it's because I will have been swallowed by Illiegni tonight and won't be back for some time. Keep your bookmarks on the elusive sham art youtube community for a video of this erotically smashing scene.
dance of the poor nameless sketch of your face. nowhere is the buttery past more missing than in the children's tank. dust floating on the rugged surface how many feet in the air does the sign require? more than the psychic peppers. hope the ages won't spoil the skeleton so serene as a field on tides.
