April 22nd, 2003

blur shotgun

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so oh my heavens. because heaven is something i will swear by, even if god isn't. & i have to swear by something, she is so amazing. we are, i ought to say. i ought to say so much, but lexicon falls so short. from crazy lazy sex to crazy sex with sex toys to orgasm till she gets me hard again for anal sex. & she says "i would say it was so incredible, best night of my life? but i know more like them are to be expected." anyhow, maybe my diary is sometimes just a list of sexual excapades, but if your sex made the all ice in your drink more sexy than every ice rink's all skate, you'd talk about it too. & when i throw her she is always surprised by strength. because sometimes i can be as gentle as silk. & while i am sure that one race of elves will be the crown elves, i can't decide if lace elves are too sissy & if crypt elves are too predictable; if all elves should be ecl +1 even. & then mixing my drink i'm all frankenstein clang clang chitty chity bang bang. so fuck you all; if this war on heaven was a pirate war, i'd have strangled the fuck out of blackbeard to pimp slap davey jones for the perfect thing i've got with jenny. don't act like this isn't a love bought in broken hearts & blood. it is. which makes its very exsistance enough of a danegeld to buy off the vikings of hell. you don't know what loneliness means if you can't understand what an abatment of it is worth. if you think this is going soft, why don't you let me show you more sword & shotgun soft, you fucking victims.
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    rilo kiley.
goblin sneak

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i wake up the same time as my girlfriend needs to in order to attend work. i need a sandwich. i'm also awake as mumbling homeless people take their posts, & also when kitty-cats get all frisky for a day filled with chasing dust bunnies & kissing darkness. i have to go to work too. going to work means finishing my glass & talking to robots on the internet. pass the scones, smarterchild. pass the gin ringmessenger, you tricksie android, you are, yess. i crossed the street & ate my meal. nino says i don't run, i scuttle. i tell him to buy a speak & spell for his friend who might have ms- the closer to stephan hawking, the better, i figure. i take notes on myself; like for instance, my opinions. i support automated warfare, because it ensures the continuance of the total war doctrine amongst developed nations, which in turn ensures civilian casualities.
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ringwraith

zombie buffet!

at the sarcastic atrium, the genespliced heron-geisha boy was busy cooking baked beans in the can, over a bunsen burner. his antics would make headlines at the newstand, this is certain, with his waving gun barrels beneath the very beaks of the police. literally! not even figuratively. he doesn't even care. he says screw your confucious bullshit, & flips right the fuck out. i think he has played too many violent video games & now has gone out of the control, contracting the electronic rabies. it is true, & so sad. because he owes me money. oh & just as a general fact, i think it should be announced that johnny quest is a shitty ventriloquist; you can totally see his lips moving. plus, he likes casual sex.

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    ahoy, the kelp! the manatee & the selkie!
closeup samurai

crocodile.

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i know this is old, but i can't stop reading it. especially the parts about bloody mary, so close & in common with my wounded queen motiff. i keep wondering what i could do in relation to it besides drive a jeep with black windows. maybe i could do an independent study of it for anthropology? but what sort of twist could i put on it? or is folklore just not jazzy enough? i don't really know. it is so just ripe on the tree. maybe i'll just serpent around it & cajole.
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    rilo kiley.