ARE
(is it really the vaguest word?)
...Steven Seagal was born to a Jewish father Stephen (a high school math teacher), and Irish Catholic mother Patricia......word on the street is
Time flies (when drinking) and you can tell your friends that you've seen some really shitty movies in theatres. Movies you'd normally be ashamed to mention although you can never admit to Crocodile Dundee 2 -- and surely some of you have. However, if anyone actually saw part 3 at the cinema, is a fact that escapes me. I've ridden (and written to) many women who had very little interest in the subject.
initial reaction to equivocal.....OR.....his Schwarzenegger impersonation
on the threshold of what duotone could mean in your life. dangerous machinery looks better in pink. just watch out for greytoned Québécois.
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I mean, just to quote this particular one: "Seriously, what a fucker... Burt Nein said '... as the ones before..' and that made me want to have intercourse with girls I wouldn't normally find attractive." i mean seriously...fucked up, man.
As i continued my journey, not sure where i was headed, my thoughts were clouded with mystery and with that man, with the blue eyes.. and his mother, that whore, yes she was a dog, a jack russell i believe... she made great soup. I kept some in bottle.
Then we would pass (anger) some ‘exotic clothing store’ and up came memories of the fine cuisine served there during yesteryear, many yesteryears back. And finally, we would come to 1 Avenue where there were a couple of clothing stores where you could get a sticker saying, ‘Fuck milk, got pot?’ ‘Nuff said.
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Abe and Jimmy had found a pink t-shirt amongst all the dirt that featured a lamb that was saying, “I Love Ewe” on it. This lead to all sorts of perplexed questions that the two shuffled back and forth, sort of like a leisurely volley of Proust quotes on a cul de sac. I was looking at this one girl’s bag as Jimmy and Abe conversed about today’s faux-incompetent society.
"I once killed a man for looking at my crotch. He didn’t even offer to lap up the glue that held the groin to the spandex."
i was there...he said it
.....not unlike witnessing two vehicles collide; ok they survived but will they fight? Look! He has a safety belt mark on his face! On the left, the guy wore a baseball cap from an expired team while on the right, the man wore a turban of a slightly blasphemous 80's neon tone. They're in the way. You're not supposed to ram you're vehicle into someone else's, the traffic then has to circle around the wreck in search of
MECHANICAL LIFE VEIN
She was like the Peter Pan® of peanut butters.
Theory that moots juxtaposed op-ed pieces suggests an argument/debate between two mutes. Favorable sides not yet established. Commonly referred to as “The Stranger.”
bad attempts at liberal arts
Not to sound like some russian Tetris enthusiast or anything but it would be nice to have some female authors on Equivocal.......female authors
the offer is still out there.....PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! PLEASE!"
this pic just made me laf. i know, it's a crime....to spell it like "laf"
As i entered the room, i could smell marihuana fumes with toilet duck. i thought to myself:"mmm... my favorite.". Heraldo was on tv.. the episode on skinheads. didnt live up to my expectations. maybe because i drowned as a kid. We visisted a brewery in grade 7. anyways, back to the matter at hand. i thought i heard a sound coming the kitchen. to my relief it was Nigel, the household cat. he was a heroin addict. He got really depressed when Betty left him. i saw a flight a stairs.. "where do they lead?" i thought to myself. Most likely somewhere with booby traps and poisonous gas. i should avoid at all cost. something on the floor.... meat balls? no wait, corn pops, the real ones, kellogg's... i remember hearing on the radio that the police were looking for a serial killer.
SKIP TO 2:30
bad poetic interruption
The sound of marching feet fell
Into the bottle of preached words.
An owl screeched across the dell
Hunting rodents under canopy’s of lords.
The shade inside the glade held mute
Lovers, forbidden to speak without due repute.
The owl flies to a tree, leaves brown
From lack of irrigated till,
Dried from climates long since sound
The product of lost goodwill.
Lightly treading inside of leaky shanties enveloped
With tree pollen, lanky lovers liter their words labeled obsolete.
The mystery orb revealed unknown Utopia,
Sold to those with much stress.
The Lover’s Shanty Glade was a poor-man’s euphoria
Gift for family viewing at Christmas.
Many leaves have fallen over the years, bringing food, fires and famine.
Many years have passed since the idea of Utopia became as novel as satin,
Lightly treading, listening intently, Lovers at the hands of privatization.
Till the earth, the concrete gives room to roots of a dead nation.
-Dan Aykroyd
husk: seriously
jk: sirius lee
srsly
"he wants to see my jugs, he ain't dangerous" -cashier to lady, general conversation
"i'd rather have my hands smell like alcohol than smell like shit" -cashier to lady while wiping her hand with a wet nap after giving change to a black man
the original dilapidated quotes
Felt un-manly in the hardware store, pointed at things and said:
"oh that's a 3/4". Then she gave me wood.
lol
Renovate
Masking tape, pins, wax, gum, threads, flaxseed oil, epoxy, hot plate, polymer vessels, ladders, old sheets, 6-pack, sweating ladies, trampoline, 3-disc CD-changer, iced-tea, licorice (salted), raisin bread, paint cans, masks, caps, boxes of tools.
Remonstrate
Cigarettes, black horn-rimmed glasses, desks, podiums, wet paper, ink, coffee, muscle-shirts, muscles, fists, blood, shaking, pulses, strategy, Brian Eno, sparkling spring water (Saratoga Springs) intermission, Chunky, Q&A, bath.
Renegotiate
Threats, bombs, threats, bombs, threats, bombs, threats, bombs, threats, embargo, threats, terms, polonium, remuneration, demonetize, threats, accord, re-draft, reconnaissance, open research in hinterlands funded by pharmaceutical corporations. Renewed stock options, luxury condos, privatization, Chow Line, threats, handgun, ER, closed fried chicken restaurant, ghetto-fear.
Left to the devises of the dancers, the dripping sap comes up to above the eyes. He is followed by the others, indefinitely. Runs across the street. THIS IS NOT DRAMA! This is travesty in a latté cup. The five-stared demons heads drive the music into the ground, pounding music for the latent-maturation patients. To be the age of 20 until the age of 45. Let’s sink into the ground, the pounding, prodded ground.
Stenciled love-letters on warehouses
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Oranges vs. Apples
-Apples:
Apple juice
applejacks
green apple smirnoff ice
-Oranges:
Orangina
Gatorade
orange chocolate
Orange Crush
cousin of lemon, lime & grapefruit.
Oranges wins 5-3
>The following took place between 9:41 PM on July 6, 4,278,090 BC and 7:53 AM on October 25, 10,134 AD:
An unmarried Japanese businessman ate a sushi dinner for the sixth day in a row and sighed having completed it. That night he dreamt his body sank to the bottom of the ocean.
The third son of the second man on Earth began a nine day journey through the African wilderness, only to die on the tenth day from an infected wound he suffered on the sixth.
A man in Istanbul slipped while descending a staircase and bounced all the way to the bottom. His cousin saw the entire accident and laughed for four straight minutes (and then sporadically for the rest of the night).
An amoeba that would have grown into the first multi-celled organism on Earth was destroyed instantly when lightning struck 2.3 millimeters from it.
Two masses of rock nearing the temperature of sublimation split apart forming a chasm the size of the Atlantic Ocean.
"GEOLOGIST FUCK"
From BEER (August 10th 2007), posted without permission:
Here,
As to my eletism. yeah. Im lost in a world of errors, 14 of them, all run producing. BUT IM NOT GOING TO RESCUE THE FUCKS WITH OUR ACE.
NICE OLD DICKSUCKERS, look likes my friends and I at a reunion to see Genesis...peter gabriel wasn't there so WE JUST SUCKED COCK AND KISSED. Lots of scabbed up legions on our hips ,elbows, knees that we excused as chaffing but were really from sliding into second when we were 14. Hard to let go of those competitive badges so we've all been picking them fo years and using them as pathetic proofs to collect money at the off ramps. funny how we all ended up doing the same shit AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.
THE COCK WAS GOOD BUT THE PILLOWS SMELLED LIKE GERIARTRIC HEAD
Dont beg me for blogs or I'll come to Canada and New York and piss in your graham cracker boxes while your doing the dishes and pondering the vacant lot OUTSIDE YOUR FUCKING WINDOW.
there's more
WHERE'S THE FUCKING CURSOR YOU BLACK TITLEAKS??
EAT IT
Heed a warning, only you can savor a moment (forest fire). "Knowing what you know now, would you still do Britney Spears ...if you could, that is?" Now more than ever. It's the long gap of possibilities between a not so innocent cheerleader and a rampant rehab diva that confuses many, but to me the latter is considerably more appealing. Take not for granted an opportunity to learn something, and learn I would.
PART 2 TOMORROW.....MEANING SOME TIME AFTER TODAY IN THE FUTURE
