"You are satanous and vile. Shall you be damned to the deepest fires of everlasting Hell for masquerading yourself as the Saviour. Expose yourself, Satan. Just as the treacherous wolf seduces the flock by donning the garb of the flock, you don the
smock of Jesus to deceive the innocent school children navigating cyberspace. Wretched entity! May the God of Heaven strangle you in the spun cloth of your own deceptive covering. Do pennance, hideous creature! You laugh, and yet your laughter belies your wickedness. The light of the One True Jesus burns brightly for those whose empty hearts are sincere as a
beckon of warmth and love. But for those who blaspheme, the light burns as a hot flame roasts a sacrificial pig. The demon pig. You, the demon pig, dressed as you are, a wolf, a pig, a satanic transmogrification of what is otherwise good. Devil Dog, be exposed in the light of burning Hell Fire!"

I should kick the shit out of you,you pussy!

Yeah, that goes for me too! Right on, J!!!

Jehovah!

Jehovah!

Jehovah!

Jehovah!

Take that!!!!

Since the internet has everything would it somehow be possible to send me a box of redHod candies in a bos. my Longitude/latitude is 90o/30o, thanking you in advance.

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Uh. . . would you send some redhoT candies in a boX, my location is 30o North/90o West. Thanks!

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Lord be praised, that hard candy will do for now! Thank you thankyou thankyou. . . . .

so happy to have R.C. back!

Margret, here's a joke about Alberquerque, with a subtle connection to the funny religious nut thing above:

An Indian is walking along the road to Alberqueque in the early parts of this century. A Preacher tools up to him in his Model T, and leans out over the body of the car.
"looks like a long walk you're on firend. Tell me, do you walk with Jesus?"
The Indian looks around and says "looks like it's just me today, mister."

The Preacher, sensing an unsaved soul, revs up.
"Ah, but did you know that if you don't walk with Jesus, there is a terrible fate awaiting you at the end of your journey? That you will end up in a place of eternal misery and damnation!? That the path you're on will take you straight there!!?? And do you know the name of this place, my Friend, this place that will go?!?!"

"Of course," replied the Indian without missing a beat. "Albequerque."

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thinking that it all really does not matter if you are happy....

can anyone argue?

Nate and Simon are out in the wild blue yonder, hiking their fool hearts out.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we made our first batch of tomatillo salsa...YUM! Worked, did dishes, made dinner.

I'm gone in the mornings now, so the boys have to get ready for school on their own. I get this call at work today. "Please make sure Luey comes to school with his shoes on." The little dork couldn't find his one shoe (the other's a cast still), so he goes to school in socks. I am sooo embarrassed. I found his shoe in no time flat when I got home. It was where it belonged, no wonder he couldn't find it.

I too went to Reggae on the Rez, hokey smokey was that fun. Hey Semillama...i wrote a song about you. The song is called "Fatback Whiskey" and the part with you in it is the chorus. It goes like this " You know semillama he's a freind of mine, got a bottle of scotch and a botlle of wine, snorting ashes we get our kicks, smoking homegrown out of a crucifix." anyways, the band with that singer i want to fuck from saturday was the Nazarites. Holy shit, how do white people get dreads anyways? Well I guess there is my friend Caleb, but im not really sure if he is human. Sem made me a mix tape and it rules. It makes me want to break stuff and eat dead burnt bodies.

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just finished adding a new Angry Sam to my page, check it out if you care........

http://members.tripod.com/accustat/samspage.html

fuming.

Susan Faludi can kiss my medium white ass.

gee whiz. Susan Faludi gets all the breaks!

Got the full time job. Now I'll just have enough time to do my own garden, much less someone else's.

Thanking Sarah for bringing this women to m,y attention. I take it Sarah you are referring to this article in newsweek

http://www.newsweek.com/nw-srv/printed/us/so/front.htm

All I can say Sarah is I am surprised you wrote her off so quickly. She says a lot of things that make great sense. All though I don't agree with some principles of the Million Man March and definitely not the The Promise Keepers (of which she often refers too) there is some basis for the gathering of these groups, never mind the bigotry involved in theri individual doctrines.

Susan sez....
"For men to say they feel boxed in is regarded not as laudable political protest but as childish whining. How dare the kings complain about their castles?"

"At the close of the century, men find themselves in an unfamiliar world where male worth is measured only by participation in a celebrity-driven consumer culture and awarded by lady luck. "

"Women in power in the media, advertising and Hollywood have for the most part continued to
generate the same sorts of demeaning images as their male counterparts."

"Their sense of their own manhood flowed out of their utility in a society, not the other way around. "


refer to cyst's comments about the man who stopped to help her out.......and Sarah, it's all about the forest, not the trees......

waiting waiting

we applied to move in to a house on the hill - 4 bedrooms, 2 lounges, huge kitchen, 1/4 acre section, sleepout with sink, bathtub!!!, sep shower... oh yeah an inground swimming pool... *drool*

fuck i hope we get it.




ps
if any of you lot get the washington times, theres apparently an eight page spread on nz and two on chch yay.

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trying to catch the mud dauber (wasp) in my bathroom.

he flew into the house earlier this afternoon as i was leaving my apartment; his nest is on the small roof over my back door, looking like two turds cemented to the inside eave.

when I came home I found him in the bathroom, where the best lighting is. the counter with the sink is 6 feet long with a mirror above running its length and above that a row of six lights. they're those bathroom lights with grapefruit-sized bulbs that are clear so you can see the filament burning in them.

my wasp likes to fly up and press his back against the underside of a bulb, beating his wings furiously. the loud, rapid buzzing he makes gives the impression that he's being electrocuted. it looks even funnier because mud daubers are long thin creatures with two long thin back legs that he lets hang limp like a hanged man.

after he gets his electrical fix he flies wildly around the bathroom banging against the wall and ceiling until, all tuckered out, he crashes on the bracket that holds the lights.

i'm just going to wait him out till tomorrow. by then he'll have gone into dormancy, and i can just pick him up and set him outside. once he knows he can get home, he'll be fine.

MoonUnit-

I get the Washington Times. What day? And who am I looking for? I'd be glad to snail-mail you a copy of the article.

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Isn,t Jimbo sweet?I still think he,s a stud muffin!

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wishing i had a pinch of that puffy, green,stanky chiba i got last night with me here at work....

so extremely fucking bored, in desperate need of a haircut which i will get tomorrow...eager to hit the darkroom tonight, i have a good roll i film i shot last night to develop......thinking of that speed winder i want...i hope to the money i get for the book cover for it.....i just wish the art department would get on the ball and the editors would decide....it's a fairly sure thing, just need to weed through the bullshit

College. It's a strange and weird feeling, but I know the schpiel, and so glad I'm not going back to high school. There were a few intelligent ones that I actually enjoyed, but they were only in my Spanish 2 class y no gusta mucho las personas en el clases otros. I especially loved irking this kid by having debates on the usefulness of marijuana or something that was so-called controversial because he was too holier than thou christian to understand the good of it. I think he's the only one I've ever really had a passionate dislike for. Shooting him in the leg would not help him understand his ways. College should be good, purified of all the fucknuts, to a percentage anyhow. Going to take Sociology, Nature of Mathematics, Painting, and Aerobics. Hooray. I need a haircut too. Maybe razored ends would be good.

sitting here dazed and confused.

inertia is a bitch.

and wet.

rain is a bitch, too.

at least i got llama's music in the mail. the laswell remixes are good... i was expecting full on cosmic bastardization, but so far it sounds like he left much of the groove intact.

which reminds me, i still have to mail the docta his 180 minutes of funk.

i'll do it tomorrow.

i want funk too.

sarah, medium white ass? woo hoo! you go girlfrien!

i got out of the woods today. walked 600 miles with 5 tons on my back in under four hours. i made two faustian deals with competing demons. i can't wait for them to find out that while my heart belongs to jesus, my ass belongs to the corps.

well, atleast i think it was the corps of engineers who cut those trails. the bastards. they should have made them all flat.

nate's camp is in a saddle on smith's ridge. apparently, back in the 1800's, ol' furtrapper nate met his end with a grizzly and a bottle of wiskey. they found the bones of all three there at nate's camp.

we slept there, but didn't see any grizzly.

the only 1800's i know are shot with lime and salt. on budget nights.

i didn't shit for four days. hoorah! strangely enough, what i dropped was only 1 lb. standard shit size. maybe there's some buddies up there waiting to be deployed.

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sputtering

why is it when you really want something the photo lab repeatedly screws it up

will this business of reporting on our lower intestinal output become a trend? what are you doing indeed....

(ishn)

fighting drowsiness

feeling the creeping tingling in myn fingertips

wondering if I can truly feel the separate ends of bones in my recently-broken wrist grate together

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JIm you would? That would be great. Apparently its todays paper and its an eight page spread on NZ.

Y'know cause of APEC.

pftt. APEC.

A Penis Eating Competition.

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directing MoonUnit to her e-mail.

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thinking you should change the goddamn channel!

Blindly panicking. Trusty friend Cameron and Mommy showing up tonight to move my ass to Albuquerque. I'm not ready. I'm SOOOOOO not ready. And I'm in such a blind panic that all I can do is read and post, read and post.

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"the lie which is the truth hurts more than the truth which is a lie."


Feling wierd. Maybe it's because I made myself sleep in today. I may have to push my workout back until I feel more normal.

I listened to the new NIN and am not sure if I like it yet. Time will tell. I have been listening to a lot of Tom Waits lately. I wis I could put words together so they make a decent song, it's hard now to come up with riffs and such witout having a lyrical skeleton to hang 'em on.

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trying to fit THIS STAPLER IN MY nose.....


thought it might be kinda fun to staple things with a wack of the ole beaker..........peck peck.......peck peck....





my next task is to make a hole punch outta my thumb and index finger......





god friday afternoons are the worst, none of my customers want to do business on a friday and neither do i for that matter....

having an eventful friday.

a couple of my web sites got a nice little write up today in Hypertext News (sponsored by the heavies at Eastgate). a nice honor.

went on my lunch hour to Furniture World with my housemate and together we bought my very first piece of new furniture. a big comfy couch. everything else (besides my bed) in my house is second hand. tables, lamps, couches, dishes, etc. even the beautiful antique dresser in my bedroom was inherited by a divorcee friend who moved off-island many years ago and never ended up sending for her stuff. this new couch makes me feel so all grown up and shit. it's even a grown-up style and color. not to mention incredibly soft and loungeable, which is the key.

after that incredibly fulfilling experience, i walked down the street to the museum and bought tickets to see Zakir Hussein who is performing on october 8th at the academy of arts theater, which seats, oh, about 300 people. it surely ain't no olympics opening ceremony. word.

of course, his performance will not at all interefere with my god given right to commence my birthday festivities in the form of drunken debauchery. few things surpass the sheer need to throw down.

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Sitting here. Yup. Going to watch a Coen brothers movie tonight. I'm tired. I'm not used to working yet.

Sitting here. Yup. Going to watch a Coen brothers movie tonight. I'm tired. I'm not used to vacation yet.

wondering if anyone else fels the same urge to pick up a ballpeen hammer whenever they see Billy Corans bald head.

I have nothing against him, but when i spy that eggdome in a magazine, that's the thought in my head.

Chattin' on ICQ unable to sleep of course.
Jimbo IS a total stud muffin so whoever said that was 100% right.
Jimbabe, I was hoping to see you on ICQ tonight honey so we could shoot the shit for a little while!

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vamp modern?

qui est out?

damned cannister was full last night.
this morning? empty.
no beer, no food, no women. just some guy passed out in the backroom who i vaguely remember meeting last night.
new house rule: when you leave, take your drunken friends with you. the guy's been drooling on the floor all morning.

had to crank "coptic times" at 11 to get johnny doe to stop cuddling up with that empty sixpack and get the hell out.

my head hurts.

i've got too much shit to do today. like head over to brooklyn to get the cannister properly refilled.
and check out all the dodgy gear he's been bragging about. grooveboxes, mpc2000's, jp8080's, wind controllers, oodles of hot candy.
showdown with dr. vic in sunset park at high noon.
bang, bang, motherfucker.
let's make a deal.

vamp modern?

vamp this.

vamanos, conchita.

ees time to meet our leetle friend.

Thinking that it is not good to leave your pictures out where Mark can get hold of them, or they might end up on the Internet

just finished playing through "searching with my good eye closed".

I'm listening to the latest CMJ disc, too much rock this time around. It would be nice to see some reggae for a change, but that's what I say about everything.

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belatedly reading the email.

Shit. Too late.

standing with his arms held out, in this jesus chris pose.

it's been years since i dragged that album out. some of those lyrics kept me from going down the bad channel. i remember sitting on the railroad bridge looking down at the susquehanna and hearing that pumping through my skull:

"show me the powerchild, i'd like to say that i'm down on my knees today. it gives me the butterflies, gives my away. 'til i'm up on my feet again."

i don't feel outshined these days, but i remember these lyrics:

"stop my you're trying to bruise my mind, i can do it on my own. stop you're trying to kill my time, it's been my death since i was born.
i don't remember half the time if i'm hiding or i'm lost...

but i'm on my way."

damn.

so much power.

and such ugliness.

he called me at 2:30 a.m. last night. when the phone rang, i knew it was him. he said my name. i immediately asked him if he needed me to pick him up. he said no, he was at home. he said, what are you doing? i said, playing guitar. he asked me if i would please come over.

i went. neither of us was sleeping anyhow. and it was nice watching the sunrise at his beachfront house in lanikai.

shit, come to think of it, i haven't slept in three days.

tonight i hope to sleep, but the phone will be close by just in case. or maybe i'll get lucky and he'll just show up here again tonight. if not, we have a date - a real date - on wednesday, before i leave for detroit for a week. this is just unbelievable. unfuckingbelievable. what a wild time.

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telling Danipoo that I messaged you twice on ICQ around 9:30pm last night. No reply. Then I drug my big tired ass to bed.

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next time, simon.

cleo and i are going to the neighbor's house to pick apples. then, we will make apple sauce. i think i might make some zucchini bread today, too. i have horrible allergies this weekend, they are making me grumpy.

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my best friend just told me that a mutual friend of ours who shall remain unidentified has recently dated Jewel.

Yes, THAT Jewel.

I busted out in hysterical laughter when I heard, then restrained myself as that was not quite respectful, since this guy is usually one of the coolest cats you'll ever meet, but has gone throught hte emotional washer/dryer a few times too many without cleaning the lint trap.

He's living full time at the zen cneter in Milwaukee and aparrently met her there when she stopped in while on tour with Lilith or something to meditate, although it would appear she didn't get too much of that accomplished.

That's the weirdest thing I've heard all month.

Grey and boring here today. i have been reading the new book by one of my old advisors, pretty cool, while glancing at the tv and finishing up Rhiannon's mix tapes. Hope to get'em mailed friday at the latest. It's always fun to get mail.

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ending the ten-day weekend with Red Hook and a Sunday paper.

Tomorrow: back to the salt mine.

House-cleaning after the guest departed day. Kids all did their rooms too. I have this new thing where they have to dust and vacuum their rooms once a week. Before, I'd just ignore their rooms until I'd go in one day and go E-GAD, this room is baaad.

A little sore today from roto-tilling and dirt moving on the hill yesterday. Nice quiet Sunday.

dear santa:

i want a spacious condo with a huge, well-equipped kitchen, a maid, a home studio with an an1x, jp8080, mpc2000ss, G4, and a refrigerator full of beer.

and jenny lopez on a stick.

if you can't hook me up by the end of the week, then go fuck yourself.



love,

swine.



i'm going back to sleep.

just drove back from Scottsboro, yup, 3 hours, and i was starting to get pretty fuzzy-eyed by toward the end, and I'm still fuzzy and am going to bed. just want to blow kisses at you all first

listening to songs from "Cannibal: The Musical". They're so funny! I laughed for about ten minutes at the end of "The Trapper Song".

Jerry is the best. He is the Best.

Ohyea. Another guy from Turkey (istanbul) found me this evening. I don't know how the guy found me, since I was invisible, but there he was.

His info says his name is "muhittin..". His nickname is "Hermes", which I like.

Hey Cyst, d'you know what "merhaba izin verirsen tan��mak istiyorum..?" means?

His phone number's in here too. Why would anyone put their phone number where any old stranger can see it? I put the number to Pizza Pizza in my info.

Hoping to have a better week than last,went to Black Angus Fri.night,came home drank alot,posted on the board till I passed out.Woke up in pain slept on my arm wrong or something,took a pain pill on empty stomach,spent most of the day spewing.My arm is better,thought I was having a stroke.

tired....that merlot whipped a big bug in her ass last night.......i was put to the whipping post and taught how to be a good boy........seriously though....it'll be a few years before i need sex again........she took off for NYC again this am....BCBG runway show.....she's so lucky...i wanna go......she decided to skip the donna karen show on friday and come home tommorow to be with me....perhaps her NYC boyrfriend pissed her off aat the last minute........We have the REAl possibility of living in NYC at the end of this month..........a new office is opening and she is slated as director of new business....or so Tokyo says anyway........I am already packed....... She made her wonderful chicken and rice last night.....made with extra love and well.....it showed............watched the movie Go...it was good, amusing......everyone kept telling us we should see it........i hope folks don't perceive us like the characters in that flic....that would be a shame.....jealous of sarah and he consistant supply of paradise...ironic she will be leaving it for.......of all places......Detroit.......thinking of the logitics of j.lopez on a stick.....

"worse than Detroit?"

(name that movie for 400 points)

detroit is one kick ass city (except in the winter... brrrrr!) and don't let anyone tell you different. the place seriously grooves.


"It puts the lotion on or it gets hosed down."

(name that movie for 550 points)

thanking Detroit for MC5 and Iggy

glad you changed the channel.

Checking this out on my little brother's PC (i left mine disassembled in CO) and digging on not having a job for a coupla days.

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SIPPING on my afternoon dose of caffine...that merlot last night gave me the yawns today

Anticipating the 9pm central line-up starting with Strangers with Candy on COMedy Central.
on FM tv.
How 'bout that MoonDog? ??

back in the habitrail

can't believe how much i've missed and yet i haven't

hello if anyone remembers me

back in the habitrail

can't believe how much i've missed and yet i haven't

hello if anyone remembers me

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Goofing off at work...again.

Still feeling a creeping numbness in my fingertips.

Note to self: right wrist is bad place for breakage.

I just browsed thru several months worth of Big pictures...

what are you doing?

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