somnusfable (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} somnusfable) wrote,@ 2007-05-08 06:30:00 |
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A current passed into the circuit broken in a mirror
Where to start? How to start this soon to be endless rambling of nothing and everything? Oh the joyous fractions of the heart combined with the sightless mind. HA! There we go lets drop the bucket now. The sun will be up soon and there is no sign of sleep, the weather will pick up eventually and stabilize in a coarse heat. Perhaps eventually I will not send red squiggly lines on this, but I doubt it. Wait? Where was I? Oh yes, the sun and the weather and who really cares all that much but pointlessness. There are only three things in this life worth it. One is in a bottle, another in a little box with a flip-top lid--or if you prefer a soft package with tear away top. The last in in between the legs of Kate, or Alice, Jessica, Marie, Emily, Fran, Abby, the delicious uncompromiseable sweet lovely Allison, the stale Rebecca with her badly combed hair, or that wench of a middle-aged whore Jen--when she opens her legs the smell reaches for miles and miles calling all the young cats to it like catnip on carpet until she pops out another miniature version of herself who years later will do the same until the earth is overrun with these little whores begetting more whores, and of coarse there is the legendary Yokimo Black of which there was only, and ever will be, one, who is dead now buried beneath salt, clay, and dirt forevermore amen.
The sun rises and sets to the tune of the moon wakes. The best part is the last one where I forget what the fuck I was typing. But never mind these, lets focus on that! Right over there! LOOK TO THE LEFT! Do you see it? Yes sir it is the future, let me lay you out MINE. Okay for the next 21 hours I will be drinking nonstop and reading this lovely little book about my would be hero Cody--er, Neal--I will also, as I notice it now for the thousandth time, vacuum the filthy carpeted floor of this concrete asylum known as the BASEMENT. It needs a good cleaning as I have already done most of that while neglecting most entertainments and other distractions. AH but the drink, the drink the drink the drink, it pours from bottles only $6.88 for 750ml, that is a good deal my friend, let me tell you. Oh but that is just the future of the next day, what about the future of... THE FUTURE. The plan, as it were, includes a bit of writing, lots of sorting, some selling, some dumping, financial awareness, and finally the move. Oh how I long for all of this while procrastinating on my whim, my dim dim dim sad sad sad cuntless world of sorrow and bleak blankness. But shit, THE MONEY WHERE THE FUCK AM I GOING TO GET IT? Wait hold on, I need some inspiration from Mr. Dylan... OKAY a hour of this now, pouring from my speakers the familiar crone of a great musician. IF ONLY I COULD SPELL then the red squiggles would go away and stop haunting my dreams. The dreams I dream and hope for but don’t pursue because of an ability I acquired when I was but a lad, that ability being LAZINESS AND PROCRASTINATION. I guess that is two abilities not just one ability but they go hand in hand so I count it as ONE. The sad sad being of my existence and the constant consumption of my favorite liquid and the inhaling of dried tobacco stuck to my lungs in a calm puff, what would I do without thee... Prosper? Says who? THE TRUTH? Fuck it and all those other whiney hippie beatnik wannabes who know nothing of the sort. Wait, let be break this...
WATCH OUT WHAT YOU SAY! They might be watching you, ready to cut off your income for the slightest mistake that is taken out of context by racists fighting racism. Oh what? Ha ha! Yeah, you know what and who I mean I do not need to explain it, because if I do your goddamned head would explode. SEND THIS TO ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS, LET THEM KNOW HOW CRAZY AND STUPID I AM LET THEM BASK IN THE IDIOCY I DISPLAY BECAUSE I can. I see now it is 6am in the morning, I love 6am in the morning because that is when the calm of the night breaks into the noises of the day and I cannot think anymore. Yells and screams and fits from above plague me in the below. But what of it? In fifteen hours I will still be drinking and smoking my last pack and enjoying it, so fuck the swine and the water well of wishing that grants nothing but lies. The magic 8-ball and the coin have failed me too many times for me to rely on them any longer. So the fates are whores the Karma isn’t a bitch but a two legged pig being lead to the slaughter. Remember that the next time you eat pork.
Where to put this in the four little corners of the vast space of the jointed computers via wire that I occupy. Break it up or splash it? Post the big mother one place and splash the rest? Fuck yeah, why not? Nothing like confusing those who I see often, although this would go unread because they don’t check such things on a regular basis anyways. So fuck it and them and most of all YOU! and fuck grammar while I am at it. All that matters is that the words are spelled right, everything else is subjective (did I use that word right? Sometimes I wonder... wanter... ho ho ho) WAIT THE LIGHT IS NOT CREAKING INTO THE WINDOWS JUST YET these little ceiling windows that are really right below the floor, only a slight hint of light, but none as of YET.
I just read something I wrote a year ago, I will not provide a link but the thought remains the same of what I had written, maybe a little less because I was really in a deep deep fucking hole then with no one to help me out of it because no one would notice such a thing as my own personal suffering but some people will sit down next to me a try to pry me for sympathy. I DO NOT GIVE THAT OUT, not unless it is really warranted. Why you ask? Simply because I seriously doubt that they could possible feel as worse then as I do on a day when I feel UP. oh here we go again down this worthless little ramble, lets pass it up, BYE.
So what now? This is long and will go unread by all but a few, a very small few. But who cares, I felt like actually writing so here it is, in your face. Fuck you and me and all the people at the mall, all those girls wearing slut clothing but getting offended that you LOOK, HA! Stupid race of humans with their over conscience minds, and me the most guilty of all. Oh really really really? Ha! Fuck it! Here I post the entire, one other of the four gets a splash, so fuck it and the idiot who would even read it on that shit hole of a site. So off I am now, to do something else, speak more to myself rather then typing it all out, the best stuff comes in my mind then when I try to type it it comes out all disjointed and jumbled. That is the way things go in the world of NR I suppose. BYE.
Where to start? How to start this soon to be endless rambling of nothing and everything? Oh the joyous fractions of the heart combined with the sightless mind. HA! There we go lets drop the bucket now. The sun will be up soon and there is no sign of sleep, the weather will pick up eventually and stabilize in a coarse heat. Perhaps eventually I will not send red squiggly lines on this, but I doubt it. Wait? Where was I? Oh yes, the sun and the weather and who really cares all that much but pointlessness. There are only three things in this life worth it. One is in a bottle, another in a little box with a flip-top lid--or if you prefer a soft package with tear away top. The last in in between the legs of Kate, or Alice, Jessica, Marie, Emily, Fran, Abby, the delicious uncompromiseable sweet lovely Allison, the stale Rebecca with her badly combed hair, or that wench of a middle-aged whore Jen--when she opens her legs the smell reaches for miles and miles calling all the young cats to it like catnip on carpet until she pops out another miniature version of herself who years later will do the same until the earth is overrun with these little whores begetting more whores, and of coarse there is the legendary Yokimo Black of which there was only, and ever will be, one, who is dead now buried beneath salt, clay, and dirt forevermore amen.
The sun rises and sets to the tune of the moon wakes. The best part is the last one where I forget what the fuck I was typing. But never mind these, lets focus on that! Right over there! LOOK TO THE LEFT! Do you see it? Yes sir it is the future, let me lay you out MINE. Okay for the next 21 hours I will be drinking nonstop and reading this lovely little book about my would be hero Cody--er, Neal--I will also, as I notice it now for the thousandth time, vacuum the filthy carpeted floor of this concrete asylum known as the BASEMENT. It needs a good cleaning as I have already done most of that while neglecting most entertainments and other distractions. AH but the drink, the drink the drink the drink, it pours from bottles only $6.88 for 750ml, that is a good deal my friend, let me tell you. Oh but that is just the future of the next day, what about the future of... THE FUTURE. The plan, as it were, includes a bit of writing, lots of sorting, some selling, some dumping, financial awareness, and finally the move. Oh how I long for all of this while procrastinating on my whim, my dim dim dim sad sad sad cuntless world of sorrow and bleak blankness. But shit, THE MONEY WHERE THE FUCK AM I GOING TO GET IT? Wait hold on, I need some inspiration from Mr. Dylan... OKAY a hour of this now, pouring from my speakers the familiar crone of a great musician. IF ONLY I COULD SPELL then the red squiggles would go away and stop haunting my dreams. The dreams I dream and hope for but don’t pursue because of an ability I acquired when I was but a lad, that ability being LAZINESS AND PROCRASTINATION. I guess that is two abilities not just one ability but they go hand in hand so I count it as ONE. The sad sad being of my existence and the constant consumption of my favorite liquid and the inhaling of dried tobacco stuck to my lungs in a calm puff, what would I do without thee... Prosper? Says who? THE TRUTH? Fuck it and all those other whiney hippie beatnik wannabes who know nothing of the sort. Wait, let be break this...
WATCH OUT WHAT YOU SAY! They might be watching you, ready to cut off your income for the slightest mistake that is taken out of context by racists fighting racism. Oh what? Ha ha! Yeah, you know what and who I mean I do not need to explain it, because if I do your goddamned head would explode. SEND THIS TO ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS, LET THEM KNOW HOW CRAZY AND STUPID I AM LET THEM BASK IN THE IDIOCY I DISPLAY BECAUSE I can. I see now it is 6am in the morning, I love 6am in the morning because that is when the calm of the night breaks into the noises of the day and I cannot think anymore. Yells and screams and fits from above plague me in the below. But what of it? In fifteen hours I will still be drinking and smoking my last pack and enjoying it, so fuck the swine and the water well of wishing that grants nothing but lies. The magic 8-ball and the coin have failed me too many times for me to rely on them any longer. So the fates are whores the Karma isn’t a bitch but a two legged pig being lead to the slaughter. Remember that the next time you eat pork.
Where to put this in the four little corners of the vast space of the jointed computers via wire that I occupy. Break it up or splash it? Post the big mother one place and splash the rest? Fuck yeah, why not? Nothing like confusing those who I see often, although this would go unread because they don’t check such things on a regular basis anyways. So fuck it and them and most of all YOU! and fuck grammar while I am at it. All that matters is that the words are spelled right, everything else is subjective (did I use that word right? Sometimes I wonder... wanter... ho ho ho) WAIT THE LIGHT IS NOT CREAKING INTO THE WINDOWS JUST YET these little ceiling windows that are really right below the floor, only a slight hint of light, but none as of YET.
I just read something I wrote a year ago, I will not provide a link but the thought remains the same of what I had written, maybe a little less because I was really in a deep deep fucking hole then with no one to help me out of it because no one would notice such a thing as my own personal suffering but some people will sit down next to me a try to pry me for sympathy. I DO NOT GIVE THAT OUT, not unless it is really warranted. Why you ask? Simply because I seriously doubt that they could possible feel as worse then as I do on a day when I feel UP. oh here we go again down this worthless little ramble, lets pass it up, BYE.
So what now? This is long and will go unread by all but a few, a very small few. But who cares, I felt like actually writing so here it is, in your face. Fuck you and me and all the people at the mall, all those girls wearing slut clothing but getting offended that you LOOK, HA! Stupid race of humans with their over conscience minds, and me the most guilty of all. Oh really really really? Ha! Fuck it! Here I post the entire, one other of the four gets a splash, so fuck it and the idiot who would even read it on that shit hole of a site. So off I am now, to do something else, speak more to myself rather then typing it all out, the best stuff comes in my mind then when I try to type it it comes out all disjointed and jumbled. That is the way things go in the world of NR I suppose. BYE.
