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Saturday, February 02, 2002
When children from ages 7-18 are going so mad over the Satanic filth of Harry Potter, we know we are looking at one of the firm signs of the End of the Age. With all the other signs pointing to the soon appearance of Antichrist, we now know that the children of today have a Pied Piper by the name of Harry Potter to lead them straight into the Pit. visit www.cuttingedgeministries.com for more of this pablum puking bleeding heart bullshit... uh, i mean well meaning insightful stuff for you and your lil chillins. i've already fired off an email to them pointing out several errors in their "facts." they haven't answered. these people are led by their own pie-eyed piper, his name? delusion. well, i re-did my information on flipdog and the offers are just pouring in. ha! the goddess dianna said ha! and a universe was born. hmm. mom revealed to me one day that my first imaginary friend was named jenny. weird for a little boy to have an imaginary female friend. weird? or ahead of the game? of course their introduction came much to my mother's horror as she was in the bath at the time. then i got my period and the whole scheme went awry. time to put on the hartz collar and go flea marketing. i said harts, not hertz o.j.! get away! go back to the golf course! aaaaaahhhhh! Thursday, January 31, 2002
amazing how a box of pc cards falling in the garage sounds just like breaking glass. scares you out of your skin just the same. sold another $2 book while i was sleeping. 5 weeks left on unemployment. comm comm is still running ads. the bastards. i have all this free time, maybe i'll take my fisher price pixel cam over there and do an expose! T'was like crushing an ant with a sledgehammer.... trq22 [23:50]: hows the weather up that way mattkb9uje [23:51]: didn't we have this conversation just yesterday? trq22 [23:51]: hmm are off the today trq22 [23:51]: don't want talk [] mattkb9uje [23:52]: huh? mattkb9uje [23:57]: Away put your weapons!!! mattkb9uje [23:57]: Strong is he in the force, but not that strong! trq22 [23:57]: you smoken crack mattkb9uje [23:59]: I like boats! And froot loops! With milk! trq22 [00:09]: milk mattkb9uje [00:09]: yes.! milk. mattkb9uje [00:11]: Milk is good. And cereal. But, only if you have milk. Do you have any milk? mattkb9uje [00:15]: Hello? Hello? Why does no one talk to me? Where is my special blowtickler? I can't figure out why no one will talk with me? Wednesday, January 30, 2002
is that what that smell is? did i tell you about the time i contracted anthrax at the local walmart? no? WELL, i was reaching for the cheaper litter when some dust/litter/anthrax lept off the shelf, past my glasses, and right into my eye. i tried, with great difficulty to remember all those things that got me the merit badge. i was pulling my upper eyelid over the bottom one in an attempt to make the tears work. while doing this someone gets on the p.a. and announces that the store will be closing in 15 minutes and to please haul our cheap asses to the checkout. enter the poor walmart employee that happens upon the half blind hopping man in pet supplies. poor guy/girl - hell i don't know... remember i was half blind. I WILL FIGHT TERRORISM BY BUYING CAT LITTER, AND APPLYING MY OWN FIRST AID! Monday, January 28, 2002
this morning's dream was a stand out. there was this huge family reunion, with 30 cousins in attendance. i don't even know if i have 30 cousins. anyway, as a food fueled event over 2 days the cooking alone would be a daunting task. however my mother seemed to have it all under control. flash over to huge estate where we were playing a very strange game. everything was based on 13s, 18s, and 3s. first they would deal cards to 3 random players in the game circle. then they would toss these v shaped lego pieces and declare them "floaters." next there was this sort of pyramid shaped thing that they would rotate to point to numbers on a wheel. they weren't just numbers tho, more like equations to add up to numbers. these equations were all based on 18s. flash to bike ride on the way to the estate. i stopped by this quaint little church graveyard to have a look-see. all the headstones were missing. a woman there told me there was a list maintained by her husband and i could have a printout if i wanted one. the bases for the headstones were all still there, but were like slots where the stones could be put back if necessary. there were several other nonsensical events in the dream, but the details are too hazy to put into words. Sunday, January 27, 2002
gracie's party was a rousing success. though i think we had more fun than she did. the catbox cake was a thing to behold. complete with half melted tootsie rolls for effect. then the bourbon slushies flowed. though i only had one, i suspect it was laced with the date rape drug. my head was on backwards all night. after several rounds of marlarkey(tm) we settled in for videos. "they" chose to watch queer as folk, i was merely a bystander. i was ok with it at first, but when the body builder party thing came on? my cue for a dramatic exit, and encumbered by leftovers i headed home. |