The most shit they have ever said, minus the shit they've already said

The last retrospective look at the place for "the vague." It's great that the few who know what this is and means still enjoy creating, making others cringe. Metamorphosis?


"Stay away from those homies.....they're too loud and animated."




"Does Canada suck as much as Mccain claims?"

TOP 5 REASONS THAT PREVENTED IT AT SOME POINT OR ANOTHER

5. The audience was composed of relatives

4. There was a Rush Hour 2 poster on the wall

3. Past stains

2. Been there, done it

1. Pre-jac


01:22:22 [Y TRCK Y] man
01:22:28 [Y TRCK Y] i need to meet new people
01:22:29 [Y TRCK Y] for reals
01:22:49 [Y TRCK Y] i need to work at target again
01:22:59 [Y TRCK Y] nice place to meet peeps

nah, but onetime i smoked some weed behind a gas station and walked through an alley behind a wafflehouse and seen some cook dude fuckin a waitress.

I swear, this happened to me


at least we have the band's past fan-message boards that served as the provenance of equivocal. Thank you! I'm being very candid here.


天の来るまで落下が私達を血発汗することを愛することを許可しなさい。!!!!!!!!!!!

and the death of a geologist finally comes to fruition

RE: EQUIVOCAL AUTISM

"its not even funny. its like that private joke that just agonizes whoever reads it"




.......
I was imitating the antics of a Charlie Chaplin, of a Buster Keaton caught on film, of a fortune’s fool/ follied by the frantic fingering of a ¬¬¬¬¬fellated Samuel Beckett.
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I was of course clad in yellow, green and black, snowy bottoms, straight up into my back. Oh, the rhythm of dissension, descending dreary eyes, down a dipped slope, desperate, a dead prize/ rears its head past mine. This sensual gossamer greets with voluptuous reprise, yet I know this titillation of omnipotent preparation will only cast me into ultimate demise.
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His maiden besides him ushers him inside a cavity, a gallery of yuppie-disguise. I jet, away, from this encounter, dead, wondering how should I have been alright. I reach some corner, any corner, trot a waltz, peck into my shins and sing, “Luck Be A Lady Tonight.”

"I like the feel of it....but you need to stop using such complicated words. Just say what you feel, simple but still strong."


I was walking by a drycleaner at 3a.m. and there was a sign that said "Sorry, we're closed." You don't have to be sorry. It's 3a.m. and you're a drycleaner. It would be ridiculous for me to expect you to be open. I'm not gonna come by at 10 and say, hey I was here at 3a.m and you guys were closed. Someone owes me an apology.



I ACTUALLY FEEL NOSTALGIA FOR THE KIND OF DISAFFECT THOSE LATE 70'S KID FELT. AT LEAST THEY HAD THE GUMPTION TO TURN IT INTO SELF-DESTRUCTION. KIDS TODAY ARE SO IMPOTENT AND NUMB ALL THEY CAN DO IS POINT IT OUTWARD IN THE FORM OF SHAMELESS CONSUMERISM. IT'S THE SAME WAY I FEEL NOSTALGIA FOR A KAFKA-VISION OF OFFICE ALIENATION. TODAY'S CUBICLE WORKER BEES HANG UP SELF-EFFACTING CLIPPINGS OF DILBERT AND WORSHIP AT THE ALTAR OF THEIR OWN BLAND MISERY.


THAT OBSESSION WITH THE SELF STEMS DIRECTLY FROM THE UTTER FAILURE OF 60'S RADICALISM/UTOPIANISM
in other words:
the failure of idealistic liberals from the 60s...the manson family goes on a killing spree and everyone realizes that not every ideal is a good one
The guy who wrote this looks like a handsome Kramer

Mysterious hands exhaust the inquisitive, time to retire.
Sir Buenos Aries only drinks cocktails at café tables. Entranced
in the rays of the disappearing sun, cakewalking only delays inevitable inebriation. Downs amaretto orange, preening at the polarized glass. He thought how good
he looks while walking.

One second of decision brings BA down Amsterdam
to the entrance of Bitter Drake’s Fine Spirits. He’d ponder selling juniper tincture
to the kids of a private school. For a while,
he’d feel both pain and relief for passing down the art of slow-death.

Cakewalking kills idleness.

NO MORE CRACK

yes, time for sober discourse....

husk: knock knock
husk: ... ?
troll: not answering the door
husk: knock knock
husk: knock knock
husk: knock knock
husk: knock knock
troll: 'pas de colporteurs'
husk: knock knock
husk: knock knock
husk: knock knock
husk: knock knock
husk: knock knock
husk: knock knock
husk: knock knock
troll: you get a 12hr ban
husk: knock knock
troll has gone offline.

Purple skies fell onto maintenance eyes. Complaints were recorded, shelved, disguarded. Look at the aftermath of a crane-death. Vacate your premises for the collapse of a sentinal edifice.
V V V vvvvv V V V



In Virginia: people drive differently the pace is some sort of a cross between primal/smooth; checks seem to be used more often; the rocks are different, the hills roll differently around them, they break the surface differently, more like with the surface rather than in spite of it; there are cedar trees along the highway; there seem to be more crosses, but maybe they are Virginia Easter decorations or maybe not; the people seem more kind, they say have a nice day and seem to mean it more; there are no foreign cars; Kudzu is everywhere it looks like someone sprayed everything in gray silly string. Virginia! Its a Winner!

"I have been enjoying an old highschool crush of mine living a few streets away from me.
"which is a big deal if you know how big S***** is and how far we are from our highschool.
"It's a good random accident. AND she's gotten all fat, which is heartening, somehow.
"then later I guess I got AIDS, etc. Well, 1 luv people!"


it's what brings us all back to our roots. this is the rootsmusic of eq.

husk: it gets to a certain point where couch cushions just don't do the trick anymore
husk: that and, his wife I suppose
rada: ever fucked a pillow?
husk: not yet
rada: i did when i was younger. i used lube in a plastic shopping bag. it was pretty disappointing.
husk: i was about to post all this on Equivocal
rada: hahaha
rada: you still should
husk: by the by, you needed to strap the shopping bag with duct tape to create more of a solid entry
husk: so i heard
rada: oh
rada: yeah, that's probably what went wrong
rada: if i lose my arms some day, maybe i'll try that

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I have known love and love has won
I burned my fingers on the sun

Rick Kringle

Hi fucks. The only thing I liked was the vagina bed idea. I get to sleep in the middle. no fair!! right? You guys can have the fringes and I also get the soft underbelly area, no fair again. screw you, I'm still the quiet guy of the court who's getting all the King's pussy on the sly. I will forewarn that i'm prone to bolting upright from a dead sleep and screaming at the mexican paint crews.

Looky here, if I wasn't balled and chained to a Hungarian I'd be out in the city, looking for things to destroy in the name of the old school.


Conclusion. I'm proud to be a not so productive member of this, the third greatest blog in history. I'll be in NYC in July for 5 days food, drink and feet. I have created several spray paint stencils that suggest Radagast's whereabouts. I will plaster these images all over the city, chumming for Tuna. If he shows, he gets nothing except blank stares from four skidders staying at a shitty hotel, deal with it.

I guess if you can give a decent handjob, you can play the zelda theme song on a theremin.

Chocolate milk sales drop 3% this year

Who cares if it's overated? what are you gonna drink with your grilled cheese in the morning? vodka? are you f**** kidding me? retarded I think so. Alcoholic? just a supposition.

don't give Satan an inch,
or he'll take the ruler!!

i would totally let Satan fuck me

God's real e-mail address?

rumored to be: have_a_little_faith_in_me_0000@aol.com

not suprised! the guy is still using AOL!

"After my soul was elevated from the darkness...

"...I fell into a frenzy and looked for the nearest nature program to watch in hopes of catching some footage of animal sex."

"This phone has Tourettes...god, I hate technology."

A vague JESUS would've left his disciples a platte of six different fruits and said "these are my mittens... contemplate that" and all today would be spared several dilemmas. Oh rejoice thee something whilst I contemplate my knowledge made of citrus. Va savoir -- vas-t'en. Fuck Dumas, fuck you. Sérieux.

we are all really spiritual people


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GIVEN THAT YOU'D KNOW ANY BETTER

HIEROGLYPHICS > THE DURHAM REPORT > BIG BIRD > VIAGRA

GREGG ARAKI > SANS-SÉRIF > MENTHOLS > REHAB

TREAT WILLIAMS > TOM BERENGER > ERNIE HUDSON

LOST SEASON 2 > iChat > LIME BUDWEISER > AFTER-AFTERHOURS


..."The chives were fragrant, flowering bulbs wafts, toe-path along the river offered bumblebees and black flies for avoidance/annoyance. Tripped, disemboweled, scented irresponsibility."

kaan: Are you married
husk: no
husk: fuck you
husk: what business is it of yours?
kaan: The name
husk: sort of
husk: why Kaan ADDS the name?
husk: where and why?
kaan: *Valalhi, know, name, khan, *Degil, festival,
husk: KAAN, check this out, its CAM : OOF FOCK
husk: Degil Festival? OOF FOCK
husk: I want you to know though, for the record, I'm not racist, I'm just annoyed
kaan: Do you give your pocket numbe
husk: Yes I do
husk: Do you?
husk: OOF FOCK
husk: No reaction to this?
husk: 'Cause that's exactly where you're going

350=359

rada: i'm gonna do a special "350th" post for equivocal
husk: aren't we past 350th yet?
husk: yeah, we're at 358 now
rada: oh


IT'S OVER