[ definitive oppulence ]
anger and frustration all rolled into one;
wrapped up like a burrito; and forced fed like a tongue; tainted with spite for the one who's adored;
joker played melody's; stuck on remorse;
capture these cool hard feelings; take them in, give them a home; name them, play with them, they are your own;
with colors like candy to dazzle the eye;
distract from the mission at hand; and all that implies;
deep, centered, selfish; a teetotal prick;
there's world going on beyond the tip of your dick;
visions of blood stained carpets and walls;
mighty are the chosen and mighty they fall;
beg to be different; beg to be forgiven;
but everything's different in kamikaze heaven;
these rules that don't apply; nothing goes right;
thoughts of the first time with visions of fright;
connect with the little madness; everyone has some, and knows;
drink like a hooker, smoke like a whore;
fuck like a madman, walk out the door.
22 October 2004
21 October 2004
[ definition of the week ]
ass - hole
Pronunciation Key (shl)
n. Vulgar Slang
The anus.
A thoroughly contemptible, detestable person.
The most miserable or undesirable place in a particular area.
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asshole
n 1: (obscene) insulting terms of address [syn: bastard, cocksucker, shit, mother fucker, motherfucker, mother, prick, son of a bitch, SOB] 2: excretory opening at the end of the alimentary canal [syn: anus, arse, arsehole]
ass - hole
Pronunciation Key (shl)
n. Vulgar Slang
The anus.
A thoroughly contemptible, detestable person.
The most miserable or undesirable place in a particular area.
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asshole
n 1: (obscene) insulting terms of address [syn: bastard, cocksucker, shit, mother fucker, motherfucker, mother, prick, son of a bitch, SOB] 2: excretory opening at the end of the alimentary canal [syn: anus, arse, arsehole]
06 October 2004
30 September 2004
[ eye ]
am i damaged
am i done
am i scrambled
am i wrong
am i slipping
am i fucked
am i missing
am i loved
am i foolish
am i off
am i a nuisance
am i lost
am i twisted
am i torn
am i busted
am i scorned
am i needy
am i soft
am i teasing
am i not
am i fading
am i past
am i a baby
am i attached
am i crazy
am i blind
am i lazy
am i shy
am i dangerous
am i clingy
am i exhuberent
am i seedy
am i dying
am i peaked
am i lying
am i me
?
am i damaged
am i done
am i scrambled
am i wrong
am i slipping
am i fucked
am i missing
am i loved
am i foolish
am i off
am i a nuisance
am i lost
am i twisted
am i torn
am i busted
am i scorned
am i needy
am i soft
am i teasing
am i not
am i fading
am i past
am i a baby
am i attached
am i crazy
am i blind
am i lazy
am i shy
am i dangerous
am i clingy
am i exhuberent
am i seedy
am i dying
am i peaked
am i lying
am i me
?
29 September 2004
25 September 2004
[duh]
A TIBETAN PERSONALITY TEST:
The Dalai Lama said read it to see if it works for you. Do not cheat
by looking up the answers. The mind is like a parachute, it works best
when
it is opened. This is fun to do, but you have to follow the
instructions very closely.
There are only 3 questions and if you see them all before finishing, you
will not have honest results. Go down slowly, and do each exercise as
you scroll down. Don't look ahead. Get pencil and paper to write your
answers as you go along. You will need it at the end. This is an
honest questionnaire which will tell you a lot about your true self.
Give an answer for each item.
(1) Put the following 5 animals in the order of your preference: Cow,
Tiger, Sheep, Horse, Pig.
2) Write one word that describes each one of the following: Dog, Cat,
Rat, Coffee, Sea.
3) Think of someone, who also knows you and is important to you, that
you can relate them to the following colors. Do not repeat your answer
twice. Name just one person for each color: Yellow, Orange, Red, White,
Green.
FINISHED? Please be sure that your answers are what you REALLY WANT.
Then look at the interpretations below:
ANSWERS:
(1) This will define your priorities in your life.
Cow Signifies CAREER
Tiger Signifies PRIDE
Sheep Signifies LOVE
Horse Signifies FAMILY
Pig Signifies MONEY
(2) Your description of dog implies your own personality.
Your description of cat implies the personality of your partner.
Your description of rat implies the personality of your enemies.
Your description of coffee is how you interpret sex.
Your description of the sea implies your own life.
(3) Yellow: Someone you will never forget
Orange: Someone you consider your true friend
Red: Someone that you really love
White: Your twin soul
Green: Someone that you will remember for the rest of your life
A TIBETAN PERSONALITY TEST:
The Dalai Lama said read it to see if it works for you. Do not cheat
by looking up the answers. The mind is like a parachute, it works best
when
it is opened. This is fun to do, but you have to follow the
instructions very closely.
There are only 3 questions and if you see them all before finishing, you
will not have honest results. Go down slowly, and do each exercise as
you scroll down. Don't look ahead. Get pencil and paper to write your
answers as you go along. You will need it at the end. This is an
honest questionnaire which will tell you a lot about your true self.
Give an answer for each item.
(1) Put the following 5 animals in the order of your preference: Cow,
Tiger, Sheep, Horse, Pig.
2) Write one word that describes each one of the following: Dog, Cat,
Rat, Coffee, Sea.
3) Think of someone, who also knows you and is important to you, that
you can relate them to the following colors. Do not repeat your answer
twice. Name just one person for each color: Yellow, Orange, Red, White,
Green.
FINISHED? Please be sure that your answers are what you REALLY WANT.
Then look at the interpretations below:
ANSWERS:
(1) This will define your priorities in your life.
Cow Signifies CAREER
Tiger Signifies PRIDE
Sheep Signifies LOVE
Horse Signifies FAMILY
Pig Signifies MONEY
(2) Your description of dog implies your own personality.
Your description of cat implies the personality of your partner.
Your description of rat implies the personality of your enemies.
Your description of coffee is how you interpret sex.
Your description of the sea implies your own life.
(3) Yellow: Someone you will never forget
Orange: Someone you consider your true friend
Red: Someone that you really love
White: Your twin soul
Green: Someone that you will remember for the rest of your life
23 September 2004
[re:hash]
Security
security...what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? for the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. it is said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security a utopian goal or is it another word for 'rut?
let us visualize the secure man; and by this term, i mean a man who has settled for finacial and personal security for his goal in life. in general, he is a man who has pushed ambition and initiative aside and settled down, so to speak, in a boring, but safe and comfortable rut for the rest of his life. his future is but an extension of his present, and he accepts it as such with a complacent shrug of his shoulders. his ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a 'respectable', but average and prosaic man. but is he a man? has he any self-respect or pride in himself? how could he when he risked nothing and gained nothing? what does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel, and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? how does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar? if he thinks this is all well and good, but think of the tragedy of a man who has sacrificed his freedom on the alter of security, and wishes he could turn back the hands of time. a man is to be pitied who lacked the courage to accept the challenge of freedom and depart from the cushion of 'security' and see life as it is instead of living it second-hand. life has by-passed this man and he has watched from a secure place, afraid to seek anything better. what has he done except to sit and wait for the tomorrow which never comes?
turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. security was never theirs, but thye lived rather than 'exsisted'. where would the world be if all men sought security and had not taken risks or gambled with thier lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? it is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we recieve the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is a drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must be laid aside from a life which is but a painful wait for death. these are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from a life out of imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. these are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. these are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but wake at dawn to take their places in the now-familiar rut and to merely exsist through another day. for them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a tread-mill, cursing their exsistance, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. they lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.
as an after thought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let you, the reader, answer this question for your himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived, or he who has stayed "secure"-ly on shore and merely 'exsisted'?
-hunter s. thompson
Security
security...what does this word mean in relation to life as we know it today? for the most part, it means safety and freedom from worry. it is said to be the end that all men strive for; but is security a utopian goal or is it another word for 'rut?
let us visualize the secure man; and by this term, i mean a man who has settled for finacial and personal security for his goal in life. in general, he is a man who has pushed ambition and initiative aside and settled down, so to speak, in a boring, but safe and comfortable rut for the rest of his life. his future is but an extension of his present, and he accepts it as such with a complacent shrug of his shoulders. his ideas and ideals are those of society in general and he is accepted as a 'respectable', but average and prosaic man. but is he a man? has he any self-respect or pride in himself? how could he when he risked nothing and gained nothing? what does he think when he sees his youthful dreams of adventure, accomplishment, travel, and romance buried under the cloak of conformity? how does he feel when he realizes that he has barely tasted the meal of life; when he sees the prison he has made for himself in pursuit of the almighty dollar? if he thinks this is all well and good, but think of the tragedy of a man who has sacrificed his freedom on the alter of security, and wishes he could turn back the hands of time. a man is to be pitied who lacked the courage to accept the challenge of freedom and depart from the cushion of 'security' and see life as it is instead of living it second-hand. life has by-passed this man and he has watched from a secure place, afraid to seek anything better. what has he done except to sit and wait for the tomorrow which never comes?
turn back the pages of history and see the men who have shaped the destiny of the world. security was never theirs, but thye lived rather than 'exsisted'. where would the world be if all men sought security and had not taken risks or gambled with thier lives on the chance that, if they won, life would be different and richer? it is from the bystanders (who are in the vast majority) that we recieve the propaganda that life is not worth living, that life is a drudgery, that the ambitions of youth must be laid aside from a life which is but a painful wait for death. these are the ones who squeeze what excitement they can from a life out of imaginations and experiences of others through books and movies. these are the insignificant and forgotten men who preach conformity because it is all they know. these are the men who dream at night of what could have been, but wake at dawn to take their places in the now-familiar rut and to merely exsist through another day. for them, the romance of life is long dead and they are forced to go through the years on a tread-mill, cursing their exsistance, yet afraid to die because of the unknown which faces them after death. they lacked the only true courage: the kind which enables men to face the unknown regardless of the consequences.
as an after thought, it seems hardly proper to write of life without once mentioning happiness; so we shall let you, the reader, answer this question for your himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived, or he who has stayed "secure"-ly on shore and merely 'exsisted'?
-hunter s. thompson
15 September 2004
[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...
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...
06 September 2004
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.
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.
04 September 2004
01 September 2004
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
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
30 August 2004
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
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
27 August 2004
[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 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.
24 August 2004
05 August 2004
[ 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$
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$
04 August 2004
[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...
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...
26 July 2004
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.
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.
18 July 2004
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
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
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