wr_post29:subj_villanelle-1

MY KNOB IS LIKE A CANDIED PLUM
(inspired by Dylan Thomas)

My knob is like a candied plum
Held by Randy Johnson's throwing arm.
Let me stick it in your bum.

Though you say anal never makes you cum,
I say there is no foul if there's no harm.
My knob is like a candied plum.

It gets flaccid when I drink Jamaican rum.
But flaccid dick, you'll see, has got its charm.
Let me stick it in your bum.

My balls are lustrous in the morning sun.
My junk is sweating as its getting warm.
My knob is like a candied plum!

There's nothing on the TV right now, hon'.
I'm microwaving a Stouffer's Chicken Parm.
Let me stick it in your bum?

Like Plaxico Burress, I've got a loaded gun.
My seamen are on deck at full alarm.
My knob is like a candied plum.
Let me stick it in your bum!

For a corresponding graphic, see: FIX_WTF

wr_post28:subj_nonfict

My dog is dreaming. I envy him sometimes, but it's fleeting. I'm glad to have such complex emotions and experiences. Plus his feet really hurt when it is cold out.

wr_post27:subj_nonfict

fred savage.
danny devito.
it's always sunny in philadelphia.


the use of "flash lights" by kanye is not as good as F|X's 'nip/tuck' promos.

wr_post26:subj_autobio

"HYPER_NATION:RE_VISITED" {comma} "A" {period} "K" {period} "A" {period} {comma} "(AESOP) - (A + THING YOU DO WITH A PAPER TOWEL (W/ UP)) + ((1 MG)-GRAM) + ((ANAL RAPIST) - ANAL R + PIST))" {comma} "A" {period} "K" {period} "A" {period} {comma} "THE FLIGHT OF THE MOTHERFUCKING BUMBLEBEE IS ON LIKE ,'MOTHERFUCKER, COME HERE THIS MOTHER-FUCKER PLAY THE PIANO THAT IS FOR FUCKING YOUR MOTHER. HE MUST'VE HAD A STROKE MID ANAL-FUCK!'"

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i think its almost twelve. that means that if i go to bed now i can get about ten hours of sleep. but i wont. its hot as the devils ass in my house tonight and there is no way that i'm going to be able to get a good rest, let alone remember to capitalize letters in this entry. imli just left and the dog just woke up, again. so i have no reason to be awake. except talking to you, the few the proud, the whoever you are. i have to go to church camp tomorrow so ironically, this may be the first entry and the last for a week. and then i will write some more. unless i can write from camp. i dont know how long these things typically are. this seems long enough. i dont have trouble with my folks. imli's pretty easygoing. i dont dislike my sister, but thats not saying a whole lot. the balls of my feet are starting to ache from sliding them over the wood floors under my computer. this isnt very interesting so stop reading and go to bed. its odd that i say that, because it isnt necesarilly the same time there as it is here even if there and here are the same place at different times. woah. i can talk about being there (where you are reading this) and being here (where i am writing this) and in theory, they could be the same place. thats messed up. so for now, i leave you with this:

listen to weekly (album: elk in here)

go to: http://www.homestarrunner.com

eat an ice cube, and

enjoy being alive

img_post03:subj_yahtzee

CRAIGSLIST
YAHTZEE
MURDER PARTY

GET 5 DICKS

wr_post25:subj_autobio

[31 Oct 2005|02:23am]
"But bourbon... bourbon will turn you into a foul mouthed half man/half rabid baboon. Your judgment isn't compromised, it's eviscerated. Shredded and thrown on the floor next to the empty bottle. You've got nothing but a headful of terrible ideas and all the energy in the world to act on them."

me? yeah. i think so . prove me wrong.. . .

img_post02:subj_toilet

This is in my bathroom.