thinking about taking a photo or two today. He likes taking pictures and besides, the guy who owns the new gallery down the road is blind and can't seem him taking pictures from the shop.

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absolute crap.

is it a pencil or a crossbow?

I vote for crossbow.

I just woke up. well, got
ouot of bed. Not
because of any
hangover, just a
general malaise. I
seriously couldn't think
of anything I needed to
do or wanted to do
today. So, i stayed in
bed. I may go and see
a movie.

Getting ready to watch The Polygamous Winter Olympics from Utah featuring 'The down on your knees handcuffed razor wire blindfolded and earplug giant swallow'. . . called "The Guantanamo" and. . . the Drug Run! Where's my Big Dude tv dinner?












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Looking at all the damage

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"Ah just keep sweepin' and sweeping. . but there's still . . too many feet"

Sharing my lap with a
cat and an iBook.

Listening to my new
purchases -
The Mermen: The
Amazing California
Health and Happiness
Road Show (Best band
most people have
never heard of).

I also bought the new
Solas album, The
Edge of Silence, which
features a cover of
Tom Waits Georgia
Lee, which I am
looking forward to
listening to.
Then I also finally
found it:

Fanfare Ciocarlia -
Radio Pascani! My
quest is over!

I am also sipping
brandy. I went to a
movie and before that I
went to a new coffee
house down the street
and read Akira vol. 1
cover to cover.

At times it's frustration,
at times anger, at
times self loathing, at
times sadness, at
times hopelessness.

remembering that Bob Dylan plays tomorrow night in New orleans. (46$ for a ticket. . I have an unused ticket to see the Beatles, a light green ticket with $5 price stamped on it. City Park Stadium, 1964)
my dad wouldn't let me go. ordered the ticket from WTIX am.

nearly finished that
glass of brandy. Don't
think I will. Feel weird.

I just spent about an
hour retaking a bunk of
thespark.com tests
just for the hell of it. Not
much changed since
last time, although I
am down to 53% pure
and up to 48% bastard.

looking for Dave

sad. Put my cat, Emily, to sleep today. Cancer's a bitch.

sorry about your loss,
dougie. Hope you give
another kittie a home.

Thanking Mark
Thomas for having this
place so I can share,
vent and laugh.

no brandy tonight.

If you aren't watching
space ghost, then you
are truly missing out.

SG: Do you think I'm
Irish?

Jimmy Cliff: silence

SG: do you think I'm
Irish?
Zorak: Irie!
SG: Do you think I'm
Irie?

Jimmy Cliff: uh, ok.

still drinking vodka and gin and riding the short bus with babs the bad-ass beautiful sistah.

Goofing off @ work as usual.
Patrick, don't worry about that sleep study--it hasn't been duplicated yet so it's uncorroberated.
God bless Amerika
Land that I loathe
Stand beside her
If you're a liar
And you don't know your ass from a hole
Etc.

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I'm so sorry about your cat Dougie.My mother seems to be getting better,today I'm going to be given her power of attorney,I think she know's what's up more than she lets on,she has never been the type to deal with things,always better to put things off on me.She has almost $200.000 just in her savings account,which disqualifies her for a lot health care programs for long term care,not to mention she could have been doing something with that money instead of sitting in a bank making 2 or 3% interest.The sad thing is ,most of her health problems are her own doing,her insurance plan would't pay the full amount for her oxygen,and she never liked being on it anyway so she had them take it away,and lied to me and said her Dr. didn't think she needed it.She starved herself,got mad when I hooked her up for meals on wheels and quit taking the meals,it seems the only thing she can focus on is bitching about all these problems she has because she is so miserly.Sat. was Jonathons birthday,didn't get to see him,today is Orion's first,haven't seen him in over a month,I wish Amee had never came back here,same shit,different year.Now my mother wants to live with me,is that some fresh hell or what?Don't hold me to this,but I may quit drinking for awhile,if I can.

being sneaky. Sometimes Robeo is so sneaky that even he doesn't know what he's doing.

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Sometimes I wish that the state I was in wasn't the highest in unemployment..... 8%.

I am looking for a job in the meantime, I am going to write a book.

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Unemployment... oy, vey!
Yeah, especially if U R the so-called independent spirited, creative type... Going to work and take crap, was soooo hard anyway, but not to have a work to go to, to pay the bills...
Yeah. OK, dear Unemployed Poster, let's believe in Angels! My prayers are with you!

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Karina, your name would be better if you spelled it with a C. Just so you know.

Carina di Cuore.

How about Carina del Cuore? That would be perfect.

Hi Spider
Thanks for the suggestion, but Well, this happens to be my name ...
I am an author and I just added di Cuore, meaning from the heart...
Karina

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pining for a dildo to reach that inner spot.

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thinking Karina is best with a K.

my cat's name is Karenin. Best with a K.

Recalling the Mr. Show tapes we watched the other night with bongload after bongload.

Mr.Show makes Space Ghost look like a a bad episode of Scooby.

Karina sends cyber-thanks to Patrick for agreeing with the K, and send cyber-thanks to Spider,too, for for making this a subject worth of looking into, and Karina decides, one more time, to keep her name.
Blessings to you All!
;-))

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UP YOURS!!!

Wishing I had a guy

who likes

to say in bed

all day

like Sem.

Reading an extremely boring 72 page goverment paper, then giving my input.
Anybody got any uppers?
Speed? Caffine????

pleasantly surprised at amazon.com's return/exchange service.

the video "Performance" i got was damaged. Before I've placed this in the mail for return, they have a new one en route.

Im impressed!

otherwise Im having coffee.

Eating
eating
eating
eating
eating
eating
eating
eating
eating

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wondering how Dani's sister is.

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"Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee. Oh, fuck that thing! Fuck that poem!"

"Not insane!"

"Also a tin teardrop."

Well, Jimbabe, after ss=he found out that I was coming to get her, she left town and went to some friends house in PA so I'm just waiting for her to get back to town in NY and I'm gonna make a little unannounced visit and get her. Nothing else I can do right now. I cant let her go to shit. I love her and will take care of her. So, I just gotta sit her and wait.
Thanks for your concern though LoverLips.

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I have cool hair.

I love my hairdresser.

"What's good for the
goose is good for the
gander, so you can
pluck out his feathers
and Smile!

Because you are
defending our weird
women from the
freaky-ass thoughts of
the bug-eyed, bow-
legged normal man!"

looking around the world

BREEDING
AND
EATING

WWW.TIMEMACHINE.COM

Found a silver lining.

Looking for cloud 9.

found a stomach lining

drinking Vendange Chardonnay 2000 which was on sale for $7.99 for the bigass bottle. Not bad. Not bad at all. Vendange means harvest, you know.

pronounced Von Donj. No relation to the Von Trapps or Halens. My first language was French, because my babysitter was French. My first word was "regardes" as in "look at that". My ma tells me that I even pronounced the R correctly -- that kind of rolling of the R but not quite. I don't believe her. But that was shortlived, because the babysitter moved to Greece with her husband. I've seen pix of her -- she was hot. I love how that word feels in your mouth when you say it, Vendange. Say it with me, "Vendange". There, don't you feel better now?

Je vois que le vin parlait hier soir.

sweating.


its almost 90 degrees here.

clear. sunny.

spring fever.

the warm breezes tickle my skin.

its good to be naked out.

thinking the girl im photographing tommorrow wants to have sex with nico and i along with her dopey husband.

there's just too much innuendo to ignore.

her words give me that nervous feeling that make my testicles race inside my body.

despite what you think, i kinda hate this sexual tension and the distraction it can potentially cause.

listening to paul weller sing english rose

listening to Elvis Costello sing "She" and wishing someone would sing it to me:

She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so crowded and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
But I'll remember till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in many years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She
She

Wondering why boys are so damn stupid

plotting.

Wondering at human nature... even wondering at myself that I am not entirely bitter... feeling sad that I had believed ... believed in that I can make a vegetarian out of carnivores.... and smiling that I am soooooo old and still walking upright and create websites just because... I know there are gazillions like me, out there... bemused and befuddled at just why ... and why ....!
Wow.

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I've made carnivores
out of vegetarians.

HA! HA HA HA HAAAA!

Yeah, that was me
above.

So, my dick head
upstirs neighbors
skipped out on their
lease and left a lot of
stuff behind.

Including their cat.

who is now sitting in
my living room. I think
I'll keep him. He's got
medium length hair, is
all grey and has a
really long tail. He's
really friendly and
extroverted. I think I'll
call him "Space
Ghost."

One good thing about
their being an empty
apt. above me know is
that I don't have to
worry about the volume
of my music as much.

Speaking of music
volume, I'm going to go
see GWAR tonight.

Looking at this site, idiot.

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every time i access this page, the first thing i see is:

n.b. is:

being tantalized by that phrase "the delicious taste of fresh Maine lobster".

last night i was tantalized by the taste of fresh bayou crayfish. i ordered a whole "pot" of 'em with sweet corn on the cob on the side. i eat them the cajun way - i suck the heads. a female i was with thought this was disgusting, and doubly so because she thought my crawdaddies looked like a "big bucket of monster cockroaches."

but they were damn good.

thinking about her Cajun tee-shirt,that says,"Suck my head,eat my tail".

Fish or cut bait?


Fish or cut bait?

Fish or cut bait?






Fish or cut bait?

thinkin that czarina needs to get me one of those shirts!

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you see? you see?

You're all just jealous.

buncha pansies.

Gee! Where have you
been, young lady!

Geeeeeeeeeeeeee come back.

Entering this post:
Eight years ago today, Bill Hicks left the planet.
I still remember reading the Washington Post obit section and finding the write-up. If memory serves, it appeared about 3-4 days after Bill's actual demise.
One consolation is that, as with so many great artists, Bill has become even more popular after his death.
His words and reputation have spread far and wide. For many of us, he has increased our understanding of how life works on this planet, and he has given us hope of a better tomorrow. His comedy continues to resonate with the American psyche, especially amongst the significant minority who actually think, instead of reacting and consuming.

It is true, as Bill said, that those who try to help us get killed while the little demons run amuck. The list
goes back as far as recorded history. "Shut him up! Shut him up! I got a lot of money invested in this
ride!" But it could be said that we were blessed for having Bill with us for 32 (almost 33) years. And
in that time, he gave us much. And I, for one, am thankful.

R.I.P., Mr. Hicks.