this is one of the funniest things ive come across in quite a while. be warned though: some slightly offensive content. but its all for fun so what the hell eh?

enjoy!



Online computer users often engage in what is affectionately known as "cybersex". Often the fantasies typed into keyboards and shared through Internet phone lines get pretty raunchy. However, as you'll see below, one of the two cyber-surfers in the following transcript of an online chat doesn't seem to quite get the point of cyber sex. Then again, maybe he does...


Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?

Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?

Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds.I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart.I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it smells funny.

Sweetheart: I want you.Would you like to screw me?

Wellhung: OK.

Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom.There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table.I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.

Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.

Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.

Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse.My hands are trembling.

Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.

Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.

Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.The cool silk slides off my warm skin.I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.

Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse.I'm sorry.

Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.

Wellhung: I'll pay for it.

Sweetheart: Don't worry about it.I'm wearing a lacy black bra.My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.

Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?

Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly.I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.

Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.

Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.

Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!

Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.

Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.

Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.

Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.

Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.

Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!

Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.

Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute.

Sweetheart: What's the matter?

Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.

Sweetheart: Are you OK?

Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red.

Sweetheart: Can I help?

Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?

Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.

Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.

Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.

Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.

Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you.

Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?

Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.

Wellhung: I found it.

Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.

Wellhung: Me too.

Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately - our naked bodies pressing each other.

Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.

Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?

Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.

Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!

Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.

Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.

Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.

Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.

Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!

Sweetheart: What's the matter now?

Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.

Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.

Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know ...thing...in your...you know...woman's thing.

Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!

Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.

Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!

Wellhung: I'm flaccid.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.

Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.

Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.

Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.

Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray,picture frames and your candles.

Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.

Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.

Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!

Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!

Sweetheart: { [logged off]


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k now that WAS pretty damn funny wasn't it? :D



now if you'd like more, scroll down again....



bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?

BritneySpears14: Aight.

bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.

BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, bloodninja.

bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.

BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.

bloodninja: Me too baby.

BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.

bloodninja: I cast Lvl. 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.

BritneySpears14: Hey...

bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl. 8 Cock of the Infinite.

BritneySpears14: Funny I still don't see it.

bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty F*ck of the Beyondness.

BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.

bloodninja: Don't f*ck with me bitch, I'm the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.

bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl. 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl. 2 Druid.

BritneySpears14: Don't ever message me again you piece of ****.

bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.

bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik's evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.

bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it's getting hard now.

bloodninja: Baby?

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bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don't know how long I can keep it ready for you.

j_gurli3: thats ok. ok i'm a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.

bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.

j_gurli3: haha, ok lets go.

j_gurli3: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.

bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.

j_gurli3: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.

j_gurli3: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.

bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't wear shirts.

j_gurli3: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it's just part of the game.

bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don't play games. They f*cking charge your ass.

j_gurli3: stop, cmon be serious.

bloodninja: It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.

bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.

j_gurli3: thats it.

bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.

bloodninja: Goddam am I hard now.

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BritneySpears14: Ok, are you ready?

eminemBNJA: Aight, yeah I'm ready.

BritneySpears14: I like your music Em... Tee hee.

eminemBNJA: huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.

BritneySpears14: Mmm, we like it a lot. Let me show you.

BritneySpears14: I take off your pants, slowly, and massage your muscular physique.

eminemBNJA: Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.

BritneySpears14: What the f*ck, I told you not to message me again.

eminemBNJA: Oh ****

BritneySpears14: I swear if you do it one more time I'm gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie porn you f*ck up.

eminemBNJA: Oh ****

eminemBNJA: damn I gotta write down your names or something

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hahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha i say again. have a great day ya'll.

"No way was this game a fix. The Danes kept on battling for a win, as did the Swedes. It was one of the best games of the tournament so far. Both teams demonstrated that passing the ball to one of your own players is more effective than passing it to an opponent. I wish that the clubs in the Scottish Premier League would adopt the same policy."



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA


and:


"Denmark-Sweden's tie was not a conspiracy. Italy is out of the 2004 European Cup because the highly paid Italian players cannot score goals! My native country, Italy, has a history of scoring the first goal and forgetting how they got it. Their stubbornness of believing that they can defend a lone goal has caused them more defeats than I like to remember."






alright they're both pretty damn funny...... but i dunno. it IS pretty damn coincidental that both Scandinavian teams got thru. HMMM. wonder how many rich bookies there are in Portugal now coz of this?

~_what the fuck's wrong with the world?/i cant change my nick no more?/one same name makes life a bore/quit being paranooooooid




~_I'd change my nick to something from "What's the Story Morning Glory" but u aint around to see it so WHATEVER!




~_pot is good for everyone/smoke a joint and have some fun/or buy some real hard stuff like crack/be a monster in the sack




~_Lady Marijuana, Queen of Bongs/of whom have been written songs/poems... odes of love/to that weed that's sent from Up Above







~_why does the sun shine so blue/why does the sky seem red/why is the moon made of cheese/its late, i fear. To bed!






~_nao hia why my hokkien sucks/lim bei want to gong/kan ni na bei le lan kiao/cheebye. i make a song





~_alright let's try in english/oh you motherfucking cunt/asshole outta hell, u bitch/now shut up and eat this blunt





and THOSE are my nick changes for the night :)

"well ____________ i hate to tell you, but ________ has some really nasty habits."

"Huh? really ah? like what?"

"uhhh maybe i shldnt man... ________ will get damn pissed."

"no no i dont care. you say"

"ok ok!! well, _______ likes to put hamsters in wooden boxes and drive nails into the box, and then shake the box vigorously.... helps her relieve tension"
"she kicks dogs too"

"WHAT? she kicks DOGS?"

(ok at this point i was like "DUDE!! what the FUCK man? you're forgetting the HAMSTERS. so the dogs got kicked. so what?!" but i didnt say it)

"yeah she does... but the hamster thing is worse. remember the CTs? she did damn badly, so she went and killed like 10. they're damn cheap y'see. oh yeah check this out" -shows photo of supposedly dead hamsters (this is after, of course, having been "vigorously shaken")- "these are they."


"waahhhhhhhh......"


-interjection- "Yeah she came over and pulled out a bunch of ___'s hair too"


"and then there was this time this Indian guy called up, and he was like:...... sorry man i dunno if i can say this"

"just say!!! really!!"

"ok he was like:.......... shit man i cant"

"SAY!!"

"ok he was like: "You kick my dog" "






AND HE STILL DIDNT GET IT!!

that was one of the BEST skits-in-real-life i've ever pulled off. thanks to myself, also, for supplying props, and for playing a vital role. appreciated greatly :)


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if i had a wish i'd want
6 trillion chocolate bars
make everybody here so fat
I'd have no space, and live on mars.




if wishes were horses then beggers would ride.


.............. except that they wouldn't, really, because the phrase goes "if wishes were HORSES", you see, not "RIDING SCHOOLS". the phrase should go "if wishes were horses, there would be an awful lot of beggars falling off of them"



but a phrase like that simply wouldnt last thru the annals of time, now would it?




it seems unfair that one be restrained from recording one's memories... but the world being unfair as it is, it is so. but the good thing about memories is that, so long as they're one's own, all one needs to trigger said memories is a few words, a phrase, a sentence, a picture. (quite interestingly, also a smell. apparently our sense of smell has the strongest impact on our memories. never would've guessed THAT, i'll tell you). so: red red red red red after only a few reds, since both declined the white. heh it was pretty damn fun.



last night i had that dream
abt you again
where you drive my car
right off a fucking cliff

and now i'm breathing deeply
walking backwards




the Chronicles of Riddick is pretty good...... i wldnt quite put it on the same level as Pitch Black, but its worth checking out.
interestingly enough, just as last week's movie The Punisher was reminiscent of Othello, so Chronicles reminded me of Macbeth. Watch it and pay special attention to the byplay between Lord Vaako and his wife.... oh it'll help if you know macbeth's plot, of course :)




but she said na na na na na na na na na na na na na
i just forgot you were there.

~_were u outta ur head/were u outta ur mind/how e fuck cld u hav been so blind/bitch u need sum damn gd spectacles/& a new behind




in a slightly nasty frame of mind tonight

++my master didnt finish me so he gave me a blade for a tongue++


get this part started on a saturday night/everybody's waiting for the weed to arrive/sending out a message to all of my friends/"hey all of you potheads get off fluid it gives your spine those weird bends!!!"




friendster is a website purely for the satisfaction of the voyeuristic element within all of us, it seems. the strangest thing is that, being aware of this, we all persist in uploading photos and information which satiates this instict in others. bizarre, you think?

havent done a testimonial for a while. i'm glad you like it. and i really do like yours :)





wonder if anyone will get the t*** bit? ..................... NAH.



every day its the same old
fey fuckers' choke hold
nay sayers break souls
crush the damn mold





fey eyes stare out from his haggard face
but nothing do they see
focused inward on the landscape of his mind.
lightning,red and angry,marks its passage across his mind's dark skies

the conundrum lies in the knowledge of what one SHOULD do conflicting with what one most strongly WANTS to. because the fact that one knows what one should do only makes doing what you want to that much harder. but when was the practical course of action any fun? pragmatic, yes, but fun?



but anyway i digress. a few things i'd like to discuss today. The Punisher (worth a damn sight more than the single star it got) and immortality in the form of wisdom after the passing of one's self.




first of all, The Punisher. Note: spoilers abound, so don't read on if that bothers you. skip to after the line.

now that we've got that out of the way: Did anyone notice the stunning parallels between The Punisher's plot and Othello? think of it this way: Frank Castle = Iago (which is slightly strange, because Castle's the GOOD guy in this film - even though the Malaysian authorities think otherwise. but more on that later). Howard Saint = Othello. a Caucasian one, but still. Quentin = Cassio. a homosexual Cassio, but a Cassio nonetheless. Livia (Howard's wife in case i got the name wrong) = Desdemona. and finally Desdemona's handkerchief has been updated to diamond earrings, because really, in this day and age who would ever give a fuck about a hanky?

now to the parallels: Castle(Iago) being pissed off with Saint(Othello) because his family's been killed (necessary, because no one goes and becomes "The Punisher" over being spurned for promotion) sets out to destroy his life and toy with his mind by ruining his marriage. He therefore sets up circumstances so that Saint (Othello) begins to think Quentin (Cassio) is engaging in intercourse (how formal!!) with Livia (Desdemona). Just as in the play, once Saint (Othello) begins to seriously suspect the two of adultery, Castle(Iago), with consumate timing, solidifies his fears by leaving the earrings (stolen from Livia much as Desdemona's handkerchief was) in Quentin's house. Saint (Othello) being enraged, killes both Quentin (Cassio) and Livia (Desdemona). Admittedly this is slightly different to the play, where Othello merely sanctions the killing of Cassio, but what the hell eh? The final thing is Saint finding out the truth at much the same time as he dies, just as Othello does before committing suicide. the last twisting of the knife, so to speak.

Now it is believable that Marvel comics drew inspiration from Othello. Many of the comic storylines are drawn from mythology... The Flash, for example, is Mercury, messenger of the Gods. Aqua Man is obviously Neptune... and so on. so yeah, maybe they did!

I just thought the similarity was rather interesting.

One other thing: the plot also reminded me of Tigana (by Guy Gavriel Kay - read "Sailing to Sarantium"!!) where Brandin takes vengeance for the killing of his son. Intersting point: Brandin of Ygrath was the villain in that book (although Kay very masterfully changes that impression in the course of the story) whereas The Punisher's quite obviously a hero. Homicidal, but a hero nonetheless.




Oh yeah... that bit abt Malaysian authorites? i watched the Punisher in Malaysia, and get this: at the beginning of the film was a short bit, white text on black background, which declared "This is a fictitious film. any resemblance to characters living or dead is entirely coincidental" you know the drill. then at the END, just after he says I will hunt down criminals and all that jazz, there's a frame which says "Frank Castle was caught by the authorities, trialed for his crimes and sent to jail. He is serving a life sentence with no possibility of parole" and then it cut back to that clip of Frank Castle looking dark, brooding and dangerous-to-evildoers before fading to the credits. Two questions: When have ANY of the Marvel comics started with that disclaimer at the beginning of the film being based on fictitious characters? (not Spiderman, not The Hulk, not Daredevil, not X-Men or X-Men 2, not even Superman or Batman!! - though they're DC not Marvel)?? and the second question: Why on earth would the film end with Castle declaring his intent to hunt down baddies, only to have the film declare he was caught and imprisoned, and THEN cut back to him looking like death-to-criminals? Here's my analysis: Malaysia, being the paranoid society it is, spliced those frames into the movie to make sure people didnt become vigilantes. Three reasons: 1) As said above, the disclaimer's NEVER appeared before, 2) that last bit saying he got caught was in between one shot of him and the final one - and we all know Malaysia's film censorship sucks, and 3) like i said, it just makes no SENSE for him to be caught at the end of the film!! plus, he doesnt in the comics. and the movies tend to stick to the larger details (yes, i know they screw the smaller details up).
so do me a favour: watch the movie in Singapore, and tell me if those two frames appear in the movie here ok? if Malaysia really has done what i think they've done, its absolutely ridiculous. AND unfair to the viewers of the movie.


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and the second bit: be honest. how many of us have ever aspired to leave a mark or statement in one form or another that lives on after we die? Immortality in the form of being remembered - one very common theme in so many books. i was thinking one day about Confucious and the many Western people we quote (the Americans have their Poe, the English have their Oscar Wildes and their Shakespeares and their KEATS!!! and their Yeats and Wordsworths and their Chaucers and their Wodehouses...... the Australians have their rugby players.... the list goes on :D) and i was thinking "Well it would be nice to say something wise or write something revolutionary that people will remember after my death" but for the life of me i couldnt think of anything!! i think what happens is, as we grow older we gather knowledge (well at least that's the idea) and it percolates and percolates and percolates inside us, and if we're lucky, by the time we're old we have some wise things to pass on. the irony lies in the fact that our immediate younger relatives will ignore completely whatever we say, whereas others, once we die, may appreciate in greater measure our thoughts and ideas.


Immortality - but then what of those from Pompeii? they're dead and there's precious little we know of them. Atlantis? (yes i believe it existed) absolutely nothing. so immortality really is an impossible dream - in the very long run.

but still, its nice to try.




lastly: I caught the Lithuanian performance of Othello on Saturday night... and it really was quite good. although i came out of it STILL not sympathising with Iago - which was the whole point wasn't it?

which reminds me: we ended up with one extra ticket at the play, so i approached the ticket table and enquired abt refunds. The answer was No, but i mean fair enough. after all it DOES say so just about everywhere Sistec has space to say it :) get this though: I then offered to leave the ticket at the counter for anyone who came to buy tickets at the last minute to have for free (after all what good's it to me?) and they wouldnt take it!! why the FUCK not?! so it was just wasted.



i conclude with the wise words of Joseph Heller:
"From now on I'm thinking only of me."

Major Danby replied indulgently with a superior smile. "But Yossarian, suppose everyone felt that way."

"Then," said Yossarian, "I'd certainly be a damned fool to feel any othe way, wouldn't I?"


(Its from Catch-22 (come on you MUST have known that) and if you don't like it, you can kiss my sharries - in the words of Anthony Burgess, another brilliant writer.)


so long!

get this:


"Tim,
forgive me if i this is brief or slightly indignant but i already
wrote this and it was longer than you can imagine but i lost it all
and i don't think it was sent. someday we'll defeat the machines tim,
and our people will be free."


now that's the kind of humour i can really appreciate. quiet, understated... and yet hitting the spot.

its from the most recent email from Aaron... good to know you're still alive and getting high over there man :)

havent we all had that same experience? that feeling of Computer vs. Me? that sense that no matter how much we learn, how many computer courses we take, how many Anti-Virus programmes we run, we will always remain in the grip of the tyrannical machines? "Use me, for my yoke is enormous" said Technology, and we, Man, with our instinct to control and command, ironically obeyed, being sucked in by the first half while blithely ignoring the second.




(what a senseless bit of grandiose drivel. or is it?)




i feel so completely surrounded by fears and anxieties that i should be dead from asphyxiation. first and foremost amongst them all is the nagging sensation that somehow things shall go drastically wrong/bad/catastrophic and i'll lose me (you know what i mean. or i know what you mean) or that it's happening already. but i know paranoia, unfounded fear and senseless depression probably lies behind such morose thoughts. we all have our bouts don't we? and turbulent times create turbulent minds, it is oft said. (ok so its NEVER said. but i'll say it lots and lots, and then it WILL be oft said, won't it? after all it IS a good saying, doncha think?)


a yes that becomes a no
inadvertently causing woe
but you will never know

words cannot begin to express how i feel right now, but nevertheless here's my effort:

pissed/annoyed/irritated/aggravated beyond all measure of control/amused/sardonic/sarcastic/high/slightly off-balance/semi-homicidal/reaching breaking point/miserable/upset/inner pandemonium/where the hell's my centre and my balance?




i spose while i'm at it (or "one supposes while one is at it" mayhaps?) i may as well put this next bit in here. its a collection of words and phrases/random thoughts that have popped into my head during the course of Term 2 - God knows there's enough boredom to generate lots of words - which i recorded on the last sheet of paper in my writing pad. enjoy, if at all possible:


sketches denial megalomania nepotism dead men sell no sales count your chickens before they hatch the marriage of the living dark dying into life exhiliration John Keats, five feet high Bavarian Gentians Letter from Belgium shoes, ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings Dante up, down, left, right, strange and charmed the long dark tea-time of the soul thus we shall see, if power changes purpose, what our seemers be Alpha Centauri Andromeda Orion pulsars a thousand glass knives the rictus smile of a corpse dessication arbitrarily-decided fate wherefore the blind oblivion of sleep teach the stars to sing je ne sais quoi Queen's Gambit Declined Tarrasch's Defense Fianchetto Jesus eyes Sailing to Sarantium William Butler Yeats Chaucer waiting for the fever to break Noise. Never ending noise We're all sitting here, chewing our tongues off Preparation the day will come when all will know the truth behind those pretty eyes Effortless Delinquency Her svelte figure, so inspiring summons





rather a mess isn't it? but i find it quite fascinating, remembering it all. i mean, look at the myriad influences evident! we've got chess moves (those of you who recognise what i'm talking abt, come play a game with me sometime by all means), astronomy, Guy Gavriel Kay, lots of Keats, some dumb Australian song (which nevertheless i do so love), a whole bunch of other stuff, mixed in nicely with some original thoughts from yours truly. very flow-of-consciousness style, if you know what i mean. (if you sloshy what i am govereeting :D)



and with that (and a nick change online) i've totally lost all mood to blog. God i hope things are alright..... tho my idea of alright might be different to my other idea of alright. i just hope i'm ok.

i'm back again
while inside my friend
sits and waits for sudden death
it comes with eyes
so dead, and lies
spill out with every breath

she's about the dumbest bitch i know
even her MAN knows she's a hoe
so write a rhyme and feel the flow
abt the girl who's name rhymes when inserted *here*



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yeah well i havent been here for quite a while, God knows. there've been upheavals of all sorts since the last week. like i said, it almost seems like a different LIFE, looking back. ("looking back looking back looking back" remember that from Lauryn Hill?)



++I had a distinct memory, but find that I am unable to ascertain whether it happened in reality, or just in a dream. an interesting question here is why the "just"?



so much shit in such a short period of time, its a wonder the world hasnt self destructed. or, mayhaps it has, and we JUST HAVEN'T NOTICED YET. y'think?



tears over the phone line are just about the most painful things ever. the fact that it seemed like you'd smoked up by the end of it,though, is great :) fucking hilarious too. any time, hey?



i noticed I (the other one :D) hadn't downloaded Personal Space Invader yet... so here it is, for my enjoyment (god this whole thing is spectacularly amusing - and occasionally disturbingly true doncha think?)

Sometimes I just want to be left alone
Move your big head
It's my way go and get your own

(Elijah Blue sings:)
I don't care about the things you do
I don't care about the things you do
I don't care about the things you do
I don't care about, I don't care about

All my friends can't relate
No time off to hesitate
Feel my head touch my face
Two steps back you're in my space





personally I find the lyrics quite relevant sometimes.





and like that, i'm informed the library has opened. that's my signal people!