THERE'S BEEN A MISTAKE IT'S RIGHT BEHIND.
LOOK.

he talks to rocks

meet the localities in the tri-state area.

and an old favorite.

A jagged rock hits the head of Sir Buenos Aries. BA feels a shock, and sips a packet of tea. Strolling along the avenue past a construction site could be deadly if the right people know how to carry out the deed. This is probably why the mafia controls a lot of construction; easy disposal. Cakewalk into the foundation: lost magnifying glass, old phone number (EV9-4999), #3.5 pencil, white conté crayon, small bones of a hamster, old soda bottle, fifty-two copies of Saturday Evening Post, religious and socialist pamphlets, grey overalls, many bottle caps and cigarette butts. Passing the stash of fortune’s idleness, the inquisitive Sir BA, decked out in corduroy and acrylic, takes a handful of cement and fires a shot at the side of the aluminum siding separating the site from the street. The demarcation slams hard and sounds a loud B flat note. No one is around, and he strikes a match on his shoe and lights a Chesterfield. Cakewalk back from to the street: more butts and caps, same Saturday Evening Posts (takes a gander at Rockwell’s art), old wigs (brunettes, reds and blondes) one black and one purple moustache, rusty lunchbox, discarded Eggo boxes, old sardine tins reflecting the red of the setting sun, lampshades, a box marked “bric-a-brac,” a small figure of a ninja, sixty-nine pieces of sheetrock, forty-eight sheets of sandpaper of various grits, large barrels collecting water where sparrows and starlings wash themselves in. Tired of the mystery of the mysterious rock thrown mysteriously out of an old construction site filled with mysteriousness, Sir Buenos Aries retires to the café tables across the street. Entranced in the rays of the disappearing sun, cakewalking would only delay inevitable inebriation. Instead of having another amaretto orange, BA took down Amsterdam to the entrance of Bitter Drake’s Fine Spirits. He craved the junipers of Seagrams. For a while, he’d feel pain and relief at the drops of gin on his tongue.

Cakewalking kills idleness.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM EQUIVOCAL

WE HERE AT EQUI WISH YOU SPENDING AND AWKWARD GIFT-RECIEVING.

FILLIN' UP DA PURSE

SHE WUZ NOT A TOY, YO
FILLIN' UP A BARRIO
WI ALL MY HO-HOS
Can y'a get around THIS concept? Can yer fuckin' brain get around it?
GET YOUR MIND RIGHT, SON
GET YO MIND STRAIGHT
WON'T BE SAYING TWICE, HEAR
WUZZA DOOBIE WIT YO NAME ON IT
Not my fault, bro! Just ain't my DAMN fault no more
spect

whats your screen name mean

[00:33] joe: i just smoked with alex
[00:33] joe:: in this stupid haircut
[00:34] bean: that haircut fuckin sucks man
[00:34] joe:: what can ya do
[00:34] bean: gotta roll with the punches i guess
[00:34] joe:: fuck yeah you do
[00:35] joe:: your mom chose to have the baby
[00:35] joe:: i told her
[00:35] joe:: i dont want anymore
[00:35] joe:: but she weanted you
[00:35] joe:: and irolled with that punch
[00:35] joe:: fag.




[00:55] joe:: fuck you.

Down to the BlackBerry root

"Notably, the lack of 'corporate email support' was pinpointed as the main reason that many BlackBerry users didn't make the leap, but it did praise the iPhone for helping to 'bridge the gap between consumer-focused feature phones and productivity-focused smartphones.'"

"MY ROOMMATE IS HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

" i love her
but not my other roommate
she's crazy

"IM SO CONFUSED
AND SO HAPPY MY ROOMMATE IS HOME"


"At the root of the problem is the breakdown of the new model of mortgage lending, when instead of giving mortgages directly to their customers, banks borrowed money from credit markets to fund a growing volume of mortgages."

"when i say rock i mean crack. and when i say crack i mean taco"

"I think my thumb lost weight, or else, Mitt Romney just convinced me to drink beer with a maximum 4% ABV."

NEW SEASON OF THE L WORD

LOLOLOLL... the L word. fuck the L word. love, lesbians? LAWL.

you want to see a real lesbian? go to home depot on a Saturday morning.

you want to see a real hot lesbian? go to a strip club and watch them take all your money then laugh at you when you leave because you have no idea how much they despise you because of the men who sexually abused them when they were younger.

but seriously. new l word in January, i hear.

Who killed Jerry B. Adams?

Isn't that the question everyone wants to know? Well, the answer is out there. You just need to dig deeper, search within the clues.

For example, Why did he leave a n.2 pencil on his desk? That is most definetely a clue. Maybe he wanted to tell us he was in trouble. Maybe the no.2 means there were two people after him.

Also, why was the radio left at 86.6FM. That is definetely no coincidence. We all know what they like to broadcast.

And finally, he last words were:"I pooped my pants!". What did he mean by that?

Maybe one day we shall find out what really happened to Jerry B. Adams or maybe... ...not.

ROBERT CRÉPIN

troll: cigarette is killing Robert Crépin, don't let it kill you
husk: Robert Crépin?
troll: dunno. i just saw that exact ad on myspace. thought it was weird
husk: Robert Crépin died in a car crash. don't drive.
troll: Robert Crépin choked on a penis while giving head. don't be gay.

DOWN BY 40

ALL GOOD IN THE DOPE GAME
ALL GOOD IN THE DOPE GAME
ALL GOOD IN THE DOPE GAME YALL
PRO-HO BITCHSLAPS A BITCH
I am on DEF HIGH with tis main reformitory shit
muthafucka!! you think you be piledriving?
ain't no GOD DAMN nonsense goin' on here son
S'ALL REAL and they aimin' atchu
MY SAYIN' I WOULDA DUN IT IN THE LIBRARY OF FUCKING CONGRESS? FO SHORE, SON, fo DAM sho!!!
ther ain't no coppin' out, hear? say!

PILOTS SHOULD HAVE GUNS

And along came some dude freaking out -- had I been a passenger, the T-word would've come to mind. Give him what he wants, damn it.

SELLIN' WOLF TICKETS

WASSUP IN TIS HERE FUCK-ALL?
Y'ALL EVER BEEN TO JAIL?
YEAH? FUCK THAT, I HEAR THAT.
Damn man, s'all a guy has to do with all this PINK action
knowhatimsayin?
PRO-HO FUCKS A DUCK
YEAH THASRIGHT, A DUCK
YO YOU'R TRIPPIN' IF YOU THINK
THAT I'M FRONTIN'

Recognition of avoidance (Sean Gullette)

Believed to be inspired from a mental-breakdown. Found among a collection of "postcards."

I dream dreamed a doll doll falling from a tall clocktower. The doll had a thin string wrapped around its plastic waist. From a clocktower without a location, it falls onto tracks of a familiar location. Huge rats are feeding on the plastic that we’ve accumulated into the sewers. Artificial detritus accrued into balls for the domestication of rats. The problem with such a plan is that microbes will want to eventual decompose the plastic (1-8), with a little haphazard coaxing from the big brained primates. Yeah, the vinyl you have with yer Mammas and Pappas on it, it’ll be consumed. The rats are living with the pathogens, so it’s a bad idea for domestication.

The tracks I see are like an open sore in the infrastructure. It oozes gossip and prurience from the exhaust of primates. Meat-minds suffer idly as the rats eat the plastic on the tracks. The protean idea of recycling is true for the rats and microbes as it is for the chatter being exhumed by radio waves out of the open sore. It is a station. Thrice a woman yells out laughter in a hoarse, yet spastically female manner. I fear the sickness of our decade is starting to reach the fruition of incubation. Judging by the size of the rats, we will not last another five years. Get me away from here.

response

and on the stupid side of life...

like, i really didn't grow up influenced by white folks, so i didn't really know i was supposed to think it [the beetles, Elvis] was good. you gotta get someone that isn't influenced by white people's culture to judge the culture. you can't really depend on someone from the culture to judge it.

stairway to cleanliness

troll: i am a man
husk: yeah?
troll: yeah dude, i drive the forklift
husk: oh yeah
husk: that's awesome
troll: totally
troll: i got a skid to ship out today
troll: you know?
husk: you're so much more of a man than i am
husk: i'm only good with a jigger
troll: i gotta load it, wrap it, put a packing slip on it, and then pick it up and put it on the truck
husk: swear pee and scratch all the while
troll: just like velvet lovers
husk: ... yes
troll: and the led zeppelin comeback
troll: they never released 3 classic albums within 18 months like the beatles
husk: i ain't big on led zeppelin
husk: sounds like dirty hippies to me
troll: i wish i was a dirty hippy
troll: you ever dance with the devil by the pale moon light?
husk: no, i shower
troll: i like to eat soap

i know the answer

Aside from the blatant parental exploitation, toys made for learning suck.

another equivocal

"Monday, August 27, 2001

Dum dee dum. Well, yeah.

My day was uneventful. Very uneventful.

Kind of.

First off, first-fourth hours went pretty smooth. ... Then lunch rolled around.

Some zit-faced ass-of-a-jock found me at lunch. He was all, " Hey Sierra, hear your little friend Pez died. Pez. What kind of marijuana-smokin' parent names their kid Pez? Heh. Probably a good thing that he died. Put the poor thing out of its misery."

That's as much as I took. I jumped up, an' tried to strangle him with my walletchain. ... He was asking for it. My friends pulled me off and away 'fore I could do anything. Lucky for me. Luckier for him.

So .. yep.

Later.

»» " The only time "work" comes before "success" is in the dictionary. "

posted by Sierra at 6:34 PM"

BUY BUY PRINT RE-SELL & BUY

NO PINK -- MORE BLACK -- IT'S ALL THERE.

Sutphin Mortimer (30º - Knight Kadosh)

Diatribe against the past. Appears following a long correspondence to Jerry Chang doubting JerryC his musical abilities.


We buy food for our families, suffer through endless advertisements, all of which are akin to small horny dogs dry-humping your ankles. We work long hours to provide enough legal tender to eat, have shelter and afford a seemingly endless array of the advertised electronics that were are told we must have. We return to a routine that yields abject drudgery and negligence for mental wellbeing (we can afford the best pharmaceuticals for physical endurance) bestowed to us by our immigrant grandparents. We live continually in this manner, and yet, we continue to pollute our recovery-limited environs and isolate ourselves within our own careers. Find some solace in the mundanities of life, or a reprieve, a luxury that might diminish isolation and suburban hermit-life.

WWHYTE ?

I ain't "white", I'm some kind of pinkish pale beige with light green nuances -- someone give me a V8, stat!

Killing racism with a mallet

"Oh then you're free to punch him in the face [...] People from Utrecht are generally speaking-aloof retards."

"everyone > irish. being the drunkest culture isn't really anything to be proud of."

"We are constantly told that it is evil to be afraid of black men, it is hardly irrational. Black men commit murders, rapes, robberies, muggings and burglaries all out of proportion to their numbers
[...]
What else do we need to know about the political establishment than that it refuses to discuss the crimes that terrify Americans on grounds that doing so is racist? Why isn't that true of complex embezzling, which is 100 percent white and Asian?"

"History was written by the vicars.....now it's written by everyone."

houseguest = race war

joe bloggz: word of the day is: pontification
husk: why?
joe bloggz: m-i-c-k-e-y...m-o-u-s-e.
husk: MICKEY MOUSE CLUB !!! MICKEY MOUSE CLUB !!!
joe bloggz: pontification that shit.
husk: It's what hermits scream out as they have sex with dead hookers
joe bloggz: you know what i yell?
husk: something fecal related
joe bloggz: CUM WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!!!!
husk: that reminds me of that movie HouseGuest, with Sinbad
husk: you gotta watch that
joe bloggz: he's a dentist, right?
husk: never seen a movie so sponsored
husk: yeah Phil Hartman is
husk: at one point in the movie, Sinbad just drops the plot and goes "man!!! i need me some mcdees!!!"
husk: then it's a McDonald's commercial for no reason
joe bloggz: oh thats no commercial
joe bloggz: black people really do that
husk: damn i was about to equivocal this shit
joe bloggz: its like england with tea time
joe bloggz: in america...at noon... 20 million blacks stop...not working..and go to mcodnalnds
husk: lol
joe bloggz: did i make it non pc for equivocal
husk: i doubt a black person would take offense
joe bloggz: that would be a first.
husk: lol
joe bloggz: the lol actually derives from africa. lol meaning LAAHHH LOOOOO LAHHHHHH
joe bloggz: AT THE DUBBYAHHHHH BEEEEE
husk: all sitcoms have Carlton from Fresh Prince
husk: I love Alfonso Ribero

how it goes

husk: how the morning goes?
troll: upset stomach after late night drinking and super gyros, you know?
husk: yeah
husk: would you agree that a cow goes "moo" ?
troll: not really, no
husk: why not
troll: i think 'they' label the cow with the moo.
troll: the cow is more than a moo
troll: the cow is underrated
husk: cause a duck goes "quack quack" right ?
troll: no, a duck does quack yes
husk: but french ducks go "coin coin"
husk: why the fuck is that ?
husk: birds go "chirp chirp"
troll: cause the french are retarded
husk: french birds go "pit pit" ?
husk: i have lots of trouble swallowing that
troll: a swallow is a type of bird
husk: yes that's true
husk: so if i tell a girl to bird me, that would work?
troll: as long as she doesnt peck your nob
husk: chirp chirp
husk: the sound of french birds cumming
troll: yuk
troll: im convos?
husk: probably

Kubrick was shit

"he was probably suffering.. well maybe.. letting some obsession cloud his judgment as a director seeing as he spent so much time just getting the camera angles and scene right

"i think stanley kubrick was an excellent cinematographer.. but not a great story teller.. he had a flare for fine detail, but sort of missed the plot."

"so you are saying, any director should owe it to the writer of the story to convey the plot as the original source saw fit and not to deviant in any stylistic fashion?"

"lolita was shit full metal jacket meh same old war film.. clockwork orange shit 2001 boring"

HOB GADLING

The hobo gave everybody his money, when asked "why" he replied: «... I help you 'cause I can't help myself ...». Then some people pointed and laughed.