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| sunday morning comin' down |
| 02.13.05 (2:34 am) [edit] |
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and doesn't it hit like a bitch...
it's raining and cold here - i just went out for a smoke and my fingers are so cold that i can't even feel the key board...
ever wish that things were different and then realise that wishes are for suckers?
that = me today
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| Better Than... |
| 01.25.05 (10:23 pm) [edit] |
better than what is the question that i have...
i have been striving to be better for so long and it occurs to me that i don't really know what i am trying to be better than or at...
not sure where to go from here
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| i need a date |
| 01.11.05 (10:24 am) [edit] |
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i'm finally getting divorced - woohoo
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| Much Improved |
| 12.28.04 (11:41 am) [edit] |
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Yeah... My roommate got me a present (i don't often get birthday presents) - it's a pretty new bong. I am some happy girl
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| Version 3.1 |
| 12.28.04 (6:49 am) [edit] |
well here we go again...
another year gone by and so little accomplished. does everybody have this empty feeling in the pit of their stomach as another year is marked and scarred by inaction, dispondency, apathy... damn it, i just don't know.
it seems that time acctually passes in incriments that differ from the ones we mark them by, is anyone working to resolve this? i don't believe that i have the requist education to tackle this problem. assistence? i thought not.
thanks anyway folks,
perhaps this new year will bring a new build with some of the vanity and pychosis bugs worked out...
here's hoping this one works.
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| The Devil Went Down |
| 11.19.04 (1:48 pm) [edit] |
Train Conductor
(Voice Over)
Futhermore, we refuse to apologize for any inconvinence that this may have caused. Direct any compliants to the Devil Himself. Exit the vehicel immeadiatly. You have been traveling on the IntraLayer Express: We rest assured in the knowledge that you will not.
A door opens and Dante seems to be thrust into a room that would seem like a pot head's paradise. Fresh African Coffee is brewing, trays of Belgain Chocolate are laid about. There are piles of gorgeous buds everywhere, and as much parifinalia as one can imagine. From soft couches and floor pillows inexplicablly aware potheads turn to asess their new guest.
POTHEAD 1
Holy shit man, it's Dante!
(he stands and reaches to shake Dante's hand)
Nice to meet you finally. I've heard so much about you...
DANTE
(taking the offered hand)
And you as well, although to be truthful I've no idea who you are.
POTHEAD 1
I'm Mike, that's Joss, and Scotty...
DANTE
What about that guy drolling in the corner over there?
MIKE
That's just Lungzilla,
DANTE
Who?
MIKE
Look, before we get into that... Could I trouble you for a light?
DANTE
Certainly Sir...
Dante reaches into his inner coat pocket. All hands including Lungzilla lunge at him to steal the lighter. There is a scrimish, Dante scrambles out from beneath the fray and throws a zippo lighter to the floor. Dante looks deeply confused.
MIKE
(grabs the lighter)
Gimme something to burn!
JOSS
Can we hit the bong? It feels like an eternity since we hit the bong.
Lungzilla
BONG, HEHEHEHEHEH
(lungzilla gropes off after a bong)
MIKE
It has been an enternity since we hit the bong, however, it's a zippo,
CROWD
Ewe...
MIKE
Plus, we don't know how much juice this has left. I know! Scotty, grab me a pile of joints. We'll have three each; one for each hand and one for the ashtray.
SCOTTY
Good plan, Mike.
He scurries to action, grabbing a handfull of pre-rolled joints from a humidore on the
coffee table and distributing them. He offers one to Dante,
Dante
(still confused)
Oh, thank you. Don't mind if I do. Seemed like I was on that trian forever...
But nobody is paying attention to Dante, all hands are lost in billows of marijana smoke, and loving it.
Dante
My, this is a lovely rich blend of tobacco. Is it Indian?
All hands bust out in laughter, Dante giggles...
Dante
Have I missed something?
JOSS
It's not tobacco, dude.
DANTE
No? Well, it must be marijuana then. Interesting, in deed...
SCOTTY
You like?
DANTE
(giggling)
It's more than I'd imagined. By the way, this is a lovely layer of hell that you have here... 420, is it?
JOSS
Here we are.
DANTE
Do you mind if I say that it doesn't seem like a very bad place, you know, comparitively speaking.
JOSS
Comparitivly speaking, we weren't very bad people.
DANTE
What brings you here then?
SCOTTY
It's Lungzilla's fault.
All shoot Lungzilla a hard look and he cowers to a floor pillow. Dante feels for the injured animal.
DANTE
What could this poor creature have done to damn you all to an eternity of, this?
MIKE
He wasn't always Lungzilla, you know. Once he was a great man, a funny man. No doubt, a man that mistook a bong for a micropone and frequently put his foot in his mouth. We all found him amuzing.
DANTE
What was his name?
MIKE
It doesn't matter now, this is the path that we have chozen. this is forever Lungzilla.
JOSS
DUNDUN Duuuhh
DANTE
What does that mean?
JOSS
I don't know. We just always do it
MIKE
Anyway, it was one strangley glorious day that brought us out to Lungzilla's patio, spit roasting suckling pig and drinking rum and smoking refer,,, uber piles of uber buds. Just glutonous. We were talking and carrying on, when Lungzilla here goes into his "Shock Humour" routine.
DANTE
What's shock humour?
JOSS
When you find something humourous because it's very shocking. All thoose Dead Baby Jokes in the early nineties for example.
All agree
DANTE
There was a time when humour was found in the death of an infant?
MIKE
Well, it's not that cut and dry there Dante. Think of it as the Theatre of the Ridculous. People laugh more because they don't know what else to do than because it's funny...
JOSS
That's not true, it's a poignent insight on the level of moral deprevation that society has reached and the truth is there is no stopping it.
DANTE
Really
JOSS
Really
DANTE
Well, say that i accept either argument on it's face. How does that relate to the situation at present?
MIKE
Joss?
JOSS
(smoking 2 joints at once now)
go ahead man...
MIKE
Ok, well, Lungzilla here starts in on this string of jokes that, doublessly, where in bad taste. We shouldn't have laughed but we did, we all did and then it happened...
DANTE
What, what happened?
MIKE
Then Lungzilla over there started making jokes about the Baby Jesus, went so far as to refer to His Holiness as (wispered) Nacho Chesus... Then...
DANTE
What, man, for the love of God, what happened next?
MIKE
We laughed
Dante gasps as the rest hang thier heads in shame
DANTE
But how did that bring you here? To this place?
MIKE
Oh, well, this little girl with horns appeared out of nowhere and said "Your all going to Hell for that", and Lungzilla over there says "Oh yeah, well you go right back down there and tell your big, fat, horny mama to come up here and tell us that herself", so she did, and the devil came and damned us to an eternity of suffering. We could either be subjected to the whims of an enormous and insatiable baby Jesus for eternity or we could life out our immortal lives here, in Pothead Paridise, never seeing another soul. He even promised Lungzilla super bong smoking abilities. So here we are...
DANTE
I don't see the eternity of suffering, execpt wait... The lighter
JOSS
Precisely,
DANTE
I see the delemia now. You have all that you could desire, but no technology to use it.
SCOTTY
You got it.
DANTE
Well, we better get as much of this into us as we can before the old bastard catches on.
Dante pulls out a pocket full of matches and runs for the box of joints.
CUT.
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| More Fiendishly Bad Poetry |
| 09.22.04 (9:05 am) [edit] |
Well, I have to say it's crazy that
after all this time, neither of us have turned
out to be the center of the universe.
Don't all those arguments seem foolish now?
From the beginning
it was all about the music for you but
i couldn't see it. It was too translucent.
When I caught a glimpse and reached to touch it you
slapped my hand and told me it wasn't that kind of art
(like I was your child or your pet orangutang,
derisive bastard).
I love your eyes, but they can't see me...
like I can't see music,
Like blind people and rats can't see at all...
And fuck you anyways for always being such a cocksucker.
Like the time you shit in my pillow and didn't tell me about it for a week.
What was that for?
Was it me who pissed in your stinking carrott and spinach juice?
No, it was the cat.
And even if it had been, you fully deserved it,
befouling the bathroom with your pervasive organic toxicity.
I wish you would fall off and rot.
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| HmmpHmmp(thumpthumpthump) |
| 08.23.04 (5:06 pm) [edit] |
And now for something completly different.
Get ready for it.
It's coming, believe me...
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(I'm just not sure when.)
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Bit of a let down, isn't it?
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| no subject |
| 05.28.04 (5:41 pm) [edit] |
i wrote this poem a few years ago and just sort of finished it now and my friend peedar read it by accident one day when it was on the coffee table and he wants to use it as lyrics for a song - imagine that
this is it :shock:
I am unredeemable
have no cash value
expired in 1982
Every day I become
more foul, more hideous
more frightened and hateful
What is left
I armed myself with innocence
found myself defenseless
Built my skin thick as leather:
it grew tight and ached
Shouted
silenced
Now I am drowing and who remains to lend a hand?
In fact
What killed me remade me and stronger but
In truth
for how much longer can one
child stand alone,
Surrounded by Gods with thier backs turned?
No One is unique
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| boo hoo |
| 04.25.04 (9:11 am) [edit] |
no body loves me, people drop by and they never say hi - woe is me.
oh well, what is there to do, only to listen to my roommate sneeze his brains out and wonder if it's too soon to smoke another jay...
i love sundays...
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| what to say about today |
| 04.14.04 (7:17 pm) [edit] |
i didn't know it wasn't tuesday untill 7pm...
so, like, topically good in the end.
work = drag
home = uncomfy
life = blah
the days add up to years and i don't even care anymore...
what can be done?
shall this to pass?
i just wonder
**************
(it usually does, but will it this time? - picture me stroking my chin, akin to john black... you know, on days of our lives?)
**********
there it goes.
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| i don't like |
| 04.13.04 (7:34 am) [edit] |
having an ad for canadian pharmacies on my blog, for one.
i think it leaves a bad impression.
what do you think?
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| sweet |
| 04.13.04 (7:27 am) [edit] |
you should see how beautiful it is outside here. the sun is shining it's little shiner out - it's warm... just amazing. me and peedar sit in living room (baked) and enjoy the sun beams - listening to jane's addiction... what a morning.
lovely gentleman from work is driving me in today so no bus stress, woo hoo.
:twisted:
i'm going to try to be a good blogger hence forth...
i have given up on all hope of developing some kind of life....
i'm trying to add a link and it won't show up, any ideas?
thanks,
your fiend
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| ack |
| 04.12.04 (5:16 pm) [edit] |
i am a dating moron.
more on this later -
today at work was a complete f~ck around. i ran around like a hamster in a wheel all day and got f~ck all done - complete drag.
didn't have to go in untill 1230pm - didn't get home till nine - yck
missed my little man - but got a ride to work with new sweet guy on the team (lives down the rd - nice as pie). so no bus, things even out.
:wink:
back to my dating tom-foul-ery:
went out friday night and met a really nice man, with a really good sense of humour and a job and all that good shit and didn't even give him enough info to find me if he wanted to stalk me - jesus.
i suck.
fiendly, out.
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| an ode to chicken head |
| 04.09.04 (5:11 pm) [edit] |
chicken head was a favorite friend of mine many years ago, when life was a very different place. he is the founder of an organization known as 'slackers for an easier tomorrow' - those willing to work hard today to do nothing in the future. sounds ridiculous, but true.
chicken head i have not seen in many years, but recently thought foundly of him once again. peedar and i laughed about what ever brought him to mind, i can't think on what it was...
he lived in my basement apartment for a time, and often sat on River (my daughter, just a baby then) - well, that is to say that he babysat her or say watched her... this train of thought is going badly
blah, blah, blah -
i miss chicken head :(
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| gee, your hair smells terrific |
| 03.02.04 (4:32 am) [edit] |
does anybody remember this stuff?
had i think a purple bottle with a yellow top and the distinct odor of shit about it.
terrific must be shitty in swahili(?)
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| Almost six am... |
| 02.29.04 (9:42 am) [edit] |
The morning snow reflects a street lamp’s glare-
Glowing cotton veneer on my greasy black-top driveway
Tastes like… reticence?
Well fuck it,
A fresh assult of cigarette butts is just what this scene needs,
A touch of reality for this morning’s naïve earth-
Silent, indignant
Molested by someone in a Roma Downey costume.
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| welcome back me!!! |
| 02.29.04 (6:52 am) [edit] |
woo hoo - i'm back. did you miss me, know i missed you.
so life is a crazy ride, i guess that many of you already knew that.
wish i knew how to socialize.
the only thing i know how to do is suck up to irrate people on the phone and suck, never mind - but rest assured it all involves sucking which is high on the list of things that the fiend does not suck at, ironically i guess...
hmmm -
ack -
blah -
well, wish that there was something new or interesting update you on but - shit there is!!
Woo Hoo!
I have completed the second draft of a screen play for a short film that i have reasonable hope of acctually making at some point sooner than later...
it's a thiller suspence (ohhh, i'm scared just thinking about it)
gonna be fun,
hugs and kisses to all you great guys, godspeed...
Always~
fiendly
:twisted:
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| well f~ck! |
| 01.29.04 (5:56 pm) [edit] |
~i deeply apologize to all of those who clicked on my feature link and got no news~
can you believe that i got featured and everything and it all happened in the 3 weeks i was off line?
Damn,
and yes that is a capital d...
i think even ee cummings would suggest Damn with a goddamn capital d in that situation...
my crappy computer gave out completly and i've got so much data, i couldn't just format.
eventually i will learn to back up
i have missed you guys all so much, unfortunately my fellow fiend is trying to convince me to smoke week rather than update you on my life...
ack
any way....
life has been so uneventful it's not even remotely close to sensible.
new job is fun, but mostly 'cause it's a change.
all the men in my life are wildly bizarre people...
moving out of current hell hole in to hopefully less hellish exsistance in 48 hours and will be off line for the better part of a week...
and by that time i won't be featured any more,
so no crazed ranting or nonsensical gibberish from me i'm afraid...
deepest apologies and thanks so much for dropping by
fiendly
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| velouria |
| 01.07.04 (3:24 pm) [edit] |
hold my head
we'll trampoline
finally through the roof
on to somewhere near
and far in time
velouria
her covering
travelling career
she can really move
oh velveteen!
my velouria, my velouria
even i'll adore you
my velouria
say to me
where have you been
finally through the roof
and how does lemur skin
reflect the sea?
we will wade in the shine of the ever
we will wade in the shine of the ever
we will wade in the tides of the summer
every summer
every summer
every
my velouria
my velouria
forevergreen
i know she's here
in California
i can see the tears
of shastasheen
my velouria, my velouria
even i'll adore your
my velouria
:twisted:
ma fave...
great lyrics
had to post
love u black francis
penney
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| 10870 hits |
| 01.05.04 (4:05 pm) [edit] |
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that must be a joke, right?
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| come on now |
| 01.03.04 (4:19 pm) [edit] |
by's, you got to vote for me to be featured...
i'm not really begging, but i sort of am,
i really want to get featured, guys,
please, please, please,
prettyprettyprettyplease, with sugar-n-sprinkles-whipped cream-n-everything?????
come on,
please
but remember i'm not really begging
(hahaha)
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| i am the incubus... |
| 01.03.04 (7:57 am) [edit] |
so very deeply ill - it sucks, but life is still sweet. saw the other yesterday for the first time in weeks, he has a vandyke now, looks tres sharp - funny, he looks more and more like the devil every time i see him.
yesterday was first day of new job live. training and testing finally comes to an end and we get down to it... it went pretty well - a bit slow and i was sick, so there were a few moments when i was so close to falling asleep...
didnt' though
set out running but i take my time
a friend of the devil is a friend of mine
if i get home before daylight i just might get some sleep tonight...
(no body does it better)
out
fiendly
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| version 3.0 |
| 12.29.03 (1:25 pm) [edit] |
just hit the big 30 ladies and gentlemen.
give it up for punk rock...
wasn't as bad as i thought it would be which i suspected anyway - it's never as bad as you think it'll be, this is one of the few truths that i've learned.
had a really deadly birthday party, even got a couple of presents :shock: which was really cool.
christmas was mostly good and nothing really to complain about (hmm, strange days)
life is sort of sweet in fact,
and i ain't gonna kick a gift horse in the ass...
l8r
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| oh my gawd |
| 12.23.03 (1:47 pm) [edit] |
i broke the top 30 on hot blogs, that's crazy
bugawuga.
days continue to be good, regardless of circumstance. i will enjoy christmas this year god damn it (ack, i'm not very good at christianity - maybe this is why christmas always sort of sucks for me? what say you?)
:D
any way - dont' really have a lot to say
merry christmas eve's eve, suckers
l8r?
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