[a bold new worth]
stop talking in circles around and around me
seems all the answers might fall from the ceiling
heaven loves infants and futile expenses
all of these honors wont save any senses

putrid, bile rising up
a bitter smile, -fist fuck
un-answered verse
integrity...

see me laughing, im sooo fucking funny
whipping boy's got bruises plenty
mind on matter, matter's money
a grrrl's new toy, yeah lover sent me

a raging fire inside my nostril
insensed desire despite the gospels
un-knowing fate
integrity...

Greetings Virgo
Here is your horoscope for the week of September 6 through September 12

The Sun, Mars, and Jupiter are all in your sign, bringing many opportunities. But as the days progress, Mars moves to square Pluto, and gradually the Sun does as well. There seems to be some kind of crisis approaching, which involves your home and family life, and which may have been bubbling away beneath the surface for some time. If you have any feelings about what this could be, then it would be better to do something at the start of the week, when things have not yet reached the boiling point.

[like new]
covered in chocolate and slightly baked; still seem so haunted by the memory of taste; lewd and quite dangerous, diseased and contagious; who's come to rape and whos here to save us?

[nice]
del mar & ole vista in SC...an old man and an equally old woman making out at a bus stop...he cop's a feel...he actually grabbed her boob! i am stunned...awed...he has a wicked grin on his face...see's me, watching at the light...smiles wider, and winks ;)


niiiiiiiiiice!

ah cha cha cha chaaa...

INTERNATIONAL THINKING AT ITS BEST!

Question:What is the truest definition of Globalization?
Answer:Princess Diana's death.

Question:How come?
Answer:An English princess
with an Egyptian boyfriend
crashes in a French tunnel,
driving a German car
with a Dutch engine,
driven by a Belgian who was drunk
on Scottish whisky,
followed closely by Italian Paparazzi,
on Japanese motorcycles;
treated by an American doctor,
using Brazilian medicines.

This is sent to you by an American,
using Bill Gates's technology,
and you're probably reading this on your computer,
that uses Taiwanese chips,
and a Korean monitor,
assembled by Bangladeshi workers
in a Singapore plant,
transported by Indian lorry-drivers,
hijacked by Indonesians,
unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen,
and trucked to you by Mexican illegals.....
That, my friends, is Globalization

piddle in the puddle of the OP continental
cut a cold cool patch of skin
watch your future burn on the screen
cant imagine what you want these days
did i imagine everything?
fucked and left for dead on a hi-way
drown 2 feet deep in a kiddie-pool
take these pictures as memories
play the fool; you are the lead

severed from mommy's arms
paint with blood to show its real
detach mis-appropriated love
couldnt love her; couldnt feel
strike a pose and make it so
make believe its just birds and girls
battered brain in a road-side drain of sewage
youve won the world; now what'll do with it?

this flesh is wearing out on me
these wounds will not heal unless clean
no bitter words could mean a thing
save me from my heroine...

touch down womb bathed in perfume
no, no where to celebrate, but away from you...from me
too true and yet so far at sea
back room lust, rowing away from the godly trust

cant baby sleep tonight on the chair
mother runs her skeleton fingers through its hair
drowned out like all those obscene images,
daddy's ideas' flushed down her toilet

who is the shadow in the light?
when we ask, then the "where" scares off the broken-down pair

watch, don't think
dream, not drown
think with drink
die, dont try

hollow minds clean away the cob web trust
condensed trailer mass on sundays
TV trivia tells us where and when to crumble
infants scream silent tales of harbouring injustice

crawl to my insinuations.
run to my Fascist watch
skip to this ludicrous disaster
fall for the junk food hypno-touch

does he/she love you?
most likely not
how could they love you?
out of the billions of people...you are a frog...lost and tossed

a pointless piece of meat wont matter
it is all about sex and the scene
told you once, go fuck your mother,
fuck your cousin....fuck yourself ... fuck any one you can.

tommorw could be your last day
most likely you should have never been born
just a waste and useless space,
couldnt stop from being born

[new file:]
...to whom-ever it was that drove by 33261 christina street about 3:30p and saw me getting out of my car, droping my cell phone, and as i bent down to pick up the scattered entrails of my digital revolver, you must have been blinded by the glare of the mid-afternoon sun, beaming off my bare, white ass...!


yeah...that was me.

to anon...

catch my breath if that ringing's in my ear
hold me close for there's nothing left to fear
taste of sweat and a solitary tear
never made much sense but i made it oh so clear

...no disguise, no lies; standing over here

[ cliffs notes...??!? ]

went to see 'Donnie Darko: Directors Cut'...and...IT FUCKING BLOWS BIG GOAT ASS LIKE A FRIGGIN TEENAGE PROM QUEEN!!!...its donnie darko, for dummies...yes, thats my new catch-phrase...if you try to use it you must pay me a million dollar$

[odius]
spinning vinyl in my dome-top cranial cavity; errantly depressed about the state of the nation; hung-out on clothes lines through the worse storm on record; dragged 60-miles behind a car in high-speed-pursuit of a california dream...
passionate about minor, she says trivial, -things; likened to celebrity impersonators; swirled down the toilet...
color my cancer; i'll paint your wings
burn for an answer; to trivial things...

weekly horror-scope
It is time to take a rest. You benefit by thinking seriously about what you want to do and why. On Tuesday Venus sextiles Mars, and this encourages you to apply a spiritual solution to a career issue with positive results. You will succeed in ways that you had not thought possible. But the presence of Jupiter and Mercury in your sign are giving you an advantage, even if you are unable to be quite as effective as usual. Your optimism is doing wonderful things for you behind you back.

compromise
no no there's nobody new; these streets look the same; but when i close my eyes i see daisy's and hot, home-made-apple-pie; dont go if you feel like it; im hardly awake tonight...

i wont kill myself over thoughts of regret; i dont measure up to the gross national debt; and so what if i get stupid over grrrls; im not even sure but she makes me feel stoopid tonight...

i wont stay awake
spill my bottle where i lay
and dream myself into decadent sleep

bashful

i can not apologize; this sinful view that coincides; desperation, wildflower; morning glory with a taste gone sour...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

im looking up as if in a dream, under water; a feeling i thought i once killed; bash the brains of another idea; with crimson flow and mine eyes aglow...this could get scary.
mother, your baby's crying...
lover, your love is dying...
all these obese adolesent pygmy addicts; one more time--- thats it, ive had it!; paint the view you'd rather see; doesnt mean that much to me...this could get scary.
under the red roof grinding...
teenage lust, keep on trying...
almost there, you see they made it; almost a care, like others fake it; lean the line and skim the prophet's; why unjust? 'cause god's a puppet...
running for that big machine...
close your eyes...
it was only a dream.

[junky]
ive got a voice; or what passes for one in life today. helped myself to a slice of the sidewalk to peddle my wares; so what if my "soap-box" has a login name and password?! i get that warm whiskey-glow feeling when set it down. seeing those pixels blink to life as if actually being born to stand in my sentence; to be part of my devious plot. just supposing that it does; where is the harm in that? my creating and then birthing a thought into electronic prose...? so what if i dont like the government, who cares that i am insulted by my representation therein? ...has this mutinious crowd forced a reaction? who controls who; the bull? or the matador? for while the bull charges blind with fury [only because his huevos have been severly lasso'd and yanked; yikes!] the matador must still move to avoid being skewred like a marshmellow

mmmm s'mores!

fill in the blank

spiral through till we're down to earth
a different time could show my worth
a feeding mind that feeds the worms
the horrid gasp as her love has turned...

fill in the blank and i'll fill you in
a passionate love addicted to sin

ROTF - LMAO

Check THIS out

i actually turned this in to my skool

Experience with Teams
Brian Drummy
University of Phoenix
Group SV04ICS01
SOC/110 – Teamwork, Collaboration, and Conflict Resolution
Dennis Golden
June 23, 2004


The Groups I don’t Belong To
I exist in a weird social nexus of required, but forced, sociability and my preference of solitude. I work in a social environment: in a small, quaint, little coffeehouse in San Clemente, Ca. But the show of ‘social-butterfly’ is a manifestation of my need to earn wages and easy to do because the interactions are short and with purpose. The other employee’s and I have a strained relationship because I was hired-in over them. We see each other in passing and never hold non-work related conversations. I also perform music on-stage but I play alone and it is more a ‘show’ than anything else is is. Fortunately it is one that enjoy.
Me, myself, and I
I laid out several goals not too long ago, some short-term and one long-term. The short-term goals were to complete my agonizingly slow ascension towards a Degree; also, to complete and implement my business plan to open my own coffee-shop/lounge. My only long-term goal is to enjoy life while I still live and to bare no regret on my death. I am getting a little long in the tooth. I am not a spring chicken any more. There are certain things that have to be done. The focus of this group, me-myself-and-I, is to see to ALL these goals through completion.
No Two Minds About It
‘I’ assumed the role of Presidency of this council. The role of Secretary was given to ‘me’. And the last thing everyone agreed on was to give the role of Treasurer to ‘myself’. We never get anywhere near an agreement. ‘I’ totally stopped talking to ‘myself’ during the last meeting. But ‘I’ took several good measures such as enrolling in University of Phoenix. But with crazy, abnormal events constantly happening to ‘me’ and the way ‘I’ always differ ‘myself’ It is difficult going but we all strive to achieve.
Late Night Occurrence’s
‘We’, the members of Me, Myself and I, LLC; meet regularly during late night insomnia sessions. ‘We’ are all insomniacs, and I’m sure the late-night arguing did nothing to help that. “We’ would, and still do, sit for hours at night, and every so now and then ‘we’ actually get something positive accomplished. ‘I’ always started with open discussion but said little after that. And then ‘I’ would not even vote on accords. Weekly we develop ‘To Do’ lists and generally get them done. The groups over-all function would improve drastically if “we’ were not so pig-headed.
A Whole New Me, -Myself, and I; LLC
First I would give all the judgement and ultimate authority to ‘me’. Then ‘I’ would be left alone to be more of a ‘free-range’ thinker. Then ‘I’ would have to fire ‘myself’ for always being drunk and disorderly, of coarse. And with this one foul swoop the team would instantaneously be less burdened by 1/3! Productivity would increase by more than half! ‘I’ never liked ‘myself’ and would be glad to do it.
Rules and Regulations
‘We’ set down weekly ‘To Do’ lists every Sunday night. This list is to be in accordance with the original two short-term and the lone long-term goals. These are followed by nightly discussion on what was accomplished and the list is revised, often several times by ‘me’ alone. The list is to be completed by Friday night. With our mutual workweek ending, generally, on Thursday’s, this allows us to have one full day to get things done. Wednesdays and Mondays are primarily occupied with school with Thursday and Sunday nights being devoted to practice with music. Often one thing spills into the next and work is of late intruding into areas where it mustn’t, like school. But ‘we’ have taken measures to correct this. ‘I’ will find a new job.
The End?
As the end is no where near, hopefully; ‘we’ cannot be certain of success. But the necessary measures have been taken as ‘we’ see fit towards our final objectives. The final say in the matter is up to ‘me’. ‘I’ will get us there by firing ‘myself’ and getting employment more stable, and less prone to flooding. Studying at the University of Phoenix has helped foster other relationships, but ridiculous circumstances have seen those desolve as most do. ‘I’ will join a new team every class to help ‘me’ deal with socializing by shortening the relationships. ...I know this paper is not exactly what is called for on the work sheet. But after an honest look at ‘myself’, I found no real social interaction worth mentioning. What ‘I’ lacks in knowledge, ‘I’ makes up for in creativity…?

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you

you make me wink; you make me smile
you know the things i try to hide
you may be passion; you think im prude
you come in here i come unglued
you hold my hand; your tie me up
' stare back at me when we make love...

got all these questions...
...you gotta believe me...
its the difference...
...you gotta believe me!!!

[humm]

you grab my ass; you have beautiful eyes
you seem to love me to my surprise
you push me back; you toy with me
you fill my head with real-life dreams
you think im funny; you say im not
you helped me find what Love i'd lost...

smooth criminal, etc., etc...
okay she moves me; but i like it best that way; she never tells but for a moment; she cant help but to move me; she doesnt know her shame...

dont ask me for her name
she knows who i am
dont tell me that again
we are never apart...

she is standing in the back now; look out my way; im standing here in the spotlight; so she will notice me...

dont you do that just for me
i do cause of need
you could be my better half
and they wont tear us apart...

quote of the day
The fortune which nobody sees makes a person happy and unenvied.
~Francis Bacon~