nin….PIGGY (song), and doubly, Lord of the flies, PIGGY (the dude who gets ‘what-for’, as it were, in the novel….dionysis is the grecco-roman god of wine….and by proxy, dance…….lucy anit got ALLL the answers, Mr. Brown 😉 ——(peanuts-good grief, Charlie brown…blah motherfucking……………………….blah
despondent….with a flagrant disregard for frivoulos trivialities……….like virtue………or patients…..I am borne to be down……….darkly cornered, and a body that would disarm you without a smile….a mouth like a sailor, enuf heart for both of us, but no soul
he reads blatantly; callous, highstrung tragedy that he is..prop read far too much camus…..fuck Carver….he paints stories blythly, toooo much platitude…..look him up if the urge behooves you…Steinbeck? yes, yes please. but how did he go from still borns floating down a river of poverty and killing retards to traveling the west coast with a fucking poodle???? AND ICE CUBE WANTS TO KNOW IF WE’RE THERE YET???? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO????? vauge refrences……don’t be alarmed if the point is lost on you….you can rest, and rest assured in the knowledge that ye be far, far better off if it is…..beneath the dust and sweat and skin that hangs off of me, there is a dead *****, trying to get out…..I drink my libations with mirth, and do not offer (‘nother refrence…holla @ all the jews!)……….was that racsist?
not in the slightest……merely a jab at literary brilliance, as my published works fall flatt, and short, rotten bitterness in me(but I ment what I said about Raymond carver…he pulled his uterous under the stress and strain of knowing bukowski did it better)……in the grapes of wrath, towards the end, the daughter of the two pure hearted ‘okies’ (term given to dust bowlers clawing toward California during the 1920s in errant hopes of migrant work, originating from ‘Oklahoma-ians’….I guess Kansas dosent quite have the same ring to it….wtf=ever….)…anyways….towards the dwindling of his opus “Grapes”, the daughter gives birth, the baby is born dead, by way of poverty, and strife….the uncle floats the body down the river, in hopes that the ‘haves’ would get the message…..what I mean to say is, how does THIS story, and the story of Salinas, Cali in the pastorial, almost utopian, 50s be penned by the same ink???? and if you know how to transform such a sad story into one about a well fed poodle (travels with Charlie….Charlie is a fucking poodle) can you show me how????
Fear and Loathing is but the surface……..a thin veil upon the altar of Gonzo, baby….take a deep whiff of fear and loathing on the caimpain trail of (motherfuckin)’72…fuck, i’m selling you short….HELL”S ANGELS!!! THE DIARY OF RUM!!! HIS LITERARY PROWESS DEMANDS YOU SUCK IT DOWN, AND HARD!!! you wouldn’t go wrong with some ken keasy if yu’re a fan of thompson
Yeah… I definitely need to pick up more of Thompson’s collection.
So Ken Kesey wrote One Flew Over a Cuckoo’s Nest. What else of his would you suggest?
which part? I mean, which part is Mr. T ‘rite’ about? is it the part where he waxes poetic about how life is trivial or that love is lost on those who haven’t a fully formed equivocation of such a lofty pursuit? or perhaps both? may heaven not let our protests to such sacrilidge fall on deaf ears!!!….
Oh, I was thinking more along the lines of ice cubes being wonderful things. Rivers and ice cubes you mentioned and I got to thinking about how River Phoenix is dead.
You are the most functional umbrella stand I’ve ever met. Truly fascinating! Agh, it’s 2am here, I have to go pretend to sleep next to someone with two cats and two ovaries.
tom woolfe (electric koolaide acid test)…..not nearly as depressing as ginny woolfe, so therefor by way of virtue, not my genre….Tolstoy, kafka, and doysoyevsky…and solvynisnkyn(fuck Russians and their consonants, the ‘Gulag’ is my sanctuary… all the way…..this is a site for suicidal ppl rite??? lol
ice cube from NWA (niggas /w attitude……..wrote a lil diddy by the name of ‘fuck the police’?the killa, the scrilla, and the dope deala? MAc 10 whoop whoop!) went on to star in a handful of cockle-warming blended family rom-coms….equate it to ICE-T and his recurring role on SVU: law n order…who woulda thunk???
So, as I was originally saying, unoriginally (Tha Doors) Can you? can you petition the Lord with Prayer?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? And if so, may I please have that motherfuckers ###???? I promise you, i’m doing the best I can…..and I don’t think i’m gonna be leaving this world alive…..fuck, maybe even this nite……I freely admit to the fact that I read wuthering heights too young, and now, at the ripe age of 29, I am in desparate need of a cliff
the best (and, perhaps, worst) part of a slow death is the fact you can see it coming, death becomes your designated driver, your switch hitter….one beer gets me sloshed, and my kidneys, as they drag me down beneath the sod, quarters sought, but none given, my son’s hair shines golden in my fading light, I wonder how many minutes this one beer is taking from this side of this……………all toooo solid ground that we stand upon, and, more consisely, does it fucking matter? does a dead mother matter more at 12 than 12 and 3 months?????????????? THIS IS NOT RHETORICAL, I WOULD VERY MUCH APPRECIATE A RESONSE…..I know, I fucking know already, stop wallowing, we don’t remember days, we get moments, so make those moments matter..,.ok, fuck you oprah, you aint never been this far south, so papa, don’t preach…………..can you? can you petition the lord with prayer? Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb………………….JESUS CHRIST!!!!! fucking stop me, before I’ve gone too far
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Which lord? Lord of the Dance only hears prayers that are tap danced. Lord of the Flies requires rotted meat. Etc.
Piggy….yeah, you!!!! dionysis…wine answers to wine…my last name is smith too….ever read cold dog soup?
Good grief, I apparently missed that one.
nin….PIGGY (song), and doubly, Lord of the flies, PIGGY (the dude who gets ‘what-for’, as it were, in the novel….dionysis is the grecco-roman god of wine….and by proxy, dance…….lucy anit got ALLL the answers, Mr. Brown 😉 ——(peanuts-good grief, Charlie brown…blah motherfucking……………………….blah
I’d like to run into you in a bar sometime. Do you ever go out drinking? I’m very curious to know what you’re like in person. @cathy
despondent….with a flagrant disregard for frivoulos trivialities……….like virtue………or patients…..I am borne to be down……….darkly cornered, and a body that would disarm you without a smile….a mouth like a sailor, enuf heart for both of us, but no soul
I remember you’re a Bukowski fan.
he reads blatantly; callous, highstrung tragedy that he is..prop read far too much camus…..fuck Carver….he paints stories blythly, toooo much platitude…..look him up if the urge behooves you…Steinbeck? yes, yes please. but how did he go from still borns floating down a river of poverty and killing retards to traveling the west coast with a fucking poodle???? AND ICE CUBE WANTS TO KNOW IF WE’RE THERE YET???? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO????? vauge refrences……don’t be alarmed if the point is lost on you….you can rest, and rest assured in the knowledge that ye be far, far better off if it is…..beneath the dust and sweat and skin that hangs off of me, there is a dead *****, trying to get out…..I drink my libations with mirth, and do not offer (‘nother refrence…holla @ all the jews!)……….was that racsist?
So essentially you’re saying that these artists are wasting their presupposed talents on mundane or conventional banalities?
not in the slightest……merely a jab at literary brilliance, as my published works fall flatt, and short, rotten bitterness in me(but I ment what I said about Raymond carver…he pulled his uterous under the stress and strain of knowing bukowski did it better)……in the grapes of wrath, towards the end, the daughter of the two pure hearted ‘okies’ (term given to dust bowlers clawing toward California during the 1920s in errant hopes of migrant work, originating from ‘Oklahoma-ians’….I guess Kansas dosent quite have the same ring to it….wtf=ever….)…anyways….towards the dwindling of his opus “Grapes”, the daughter gives birth, the baby is born dead, by way of poverty, and strife….the uncle floats the body down the river, in hopes that the ‘haves’ would get the message…..what I mean to say is, how does THIS story, and the story of Salinas, Cali in the pastorial, almost utopian, 50s be penned by the same ink???? and if you know how to transform such a sad story into one about a well fed poodle (travels with Charlie….Charlie is a fucking poodle) can you show me how????
grapes of wrath, of mice and men, travels w Charlie…..in chronological order…..the pastures of heaven…!st, and my fav….btw, i’m a HUGE CRACKHEAD!!!
Of Mice and Men was disturbing. I should read that again.
Have you read any Hunter S. Thompson? Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is one of my very favorite novels.
Fear and Loathing is but the surface……..a thin veil upon the altar of Gonzo, baby….take a deep whiff of fear and loathing on the caimpain trail of (motherfuckin)’72…fuck, i’m selling you short….HELL”S ANGELS!!! THE DIARY OF RUM!!! HIS LITERARY PROWESS DEMANDS YOU SUCK IT DOWN, AND HARD!!! you wouldn’t go wrong with some ken keasy if yu’re a fan of thompson
Yeah… I definitely need to pick up more of Thompson’s collection.
So Ken Kesey wrote One Flew Over a Cuckoo’s Nest. What else of his would you suggest?
Theroux was right.
which part? I mean, which part is Mr. T ‘rite’ about? is it the part where he waxes poetic about how life is trivial or that love is lost on those who haven’t a fully formed equivocation of such a lofty pursuit? or perhaps both? may heaven not let our protests to such sacrilidge fall on deaf ears!!!….
Oh, I was thinking more along the lines of ice cubes being wonderful things. Rivers and ice cubes you mentioned and I got to thinking about how River Phoenix is dead.
You are the most functional umbrella stand I’ve ever met. Truly fascinating! Agh, it’s 2am here, I have to go pretend to sleep next to someone with two cats and two ovaries.
L’enfer, c’est les autres.
tom woolfe (electric koolaide acid test)…..not nearly as depressing as ginny woolfe, so therefor by way of virtue, not my genre….Tolstoy, kafka, and doysoyevsky…and solvynisnkyn(fuck Russians and their consonants, the ‘Gulag’ is my sanctuary… all the way…..this is a site for suicidal ppl rite??? lol
ice cube from NWA (niggas /w attitude……..wrote a lil diddy by the name of ‘fuck the police’?the killa, the scrilla, and the dope deala? MAc 10 whoop whoop!) went on to star in a handful of cockle-warming blended family rom-coms….equate it to ICE-T and his recurring role on SVU: law n order…who woulda thunk???
So, as I was originally saying, unoriginally (Tha Doors) Can you? can you petition the Lord with Prayer?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? And if so, may I please have that motherfuckers ###???? I promise you, i’m doing the best I can…..and I don’t think i’m gonna be leaving this world alive…..fuck, maybe even this nite……I freely admit to the fact that I read wuthering heights too young, and now, at the ripe age of 29, I am in desparate need of a cliff
the best (and, perhaps, worst) part of a slow death is the fact you can see it coming, death becomes your designated driver, your switch hitter….one beer gets me sloshed, and my kidneys, as they drag me down beneath the sod, quarters sought, but none given, my son’s hair shines golden in my fading light, I wonder how many minutes this one beer is taking from this side of this……………all toooo solid ground that we stand upon, and, more consisely, does it fucking matter? does a dead mother matter more at 12 than 12 and 3 months?????????????? THIS IS NOT RHETORICAL, I WOULD VERY MUCH APPRECIATE A RESONSE…..I know, I fucking know already, stop wallowing, we don’t remember days, we get moments, so make those moments matter..,.ok, fuck you oprah, you aint never been this far south, so papa, don’t preach…………..can you? can you petition the lord with prayer? Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb………………….JESUS CHRIST!!!!! fucking stop me, before I’ve gone too far