urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000 so fuck my face with your face furious jonny 2008-05-31T20:58:18Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:19568 2008-05-31T20:58:18Z 2008-05-31T20:58:18Z goodbye May, i've loved you, you were fun.&nbsp; i smoked many bowls, worked very little, painted some killer shit, had a great party, hung with friends.&nbsp; in truth you were just another May, but you are as always, my May.&nbsp; i love you,<br />jonny-くん urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:19352 2008-05-31T20:57:12Z 2008-05-31T20:57:12Z <font size="5">"i wanna unicorn for breakfast. a large, healthy unicrom - - - complete with slippery nipples and a south-bound trout fly.&nbsp; <br />a bit droopy-eyed from the goofy pill.&nbsp; set focus and narrow in.&nbsp; various updates complete, most work done.&nbsp; found a book on britpop art, has pictures of weird naked women, men, testicles, breasts, cocks, bumholes, all for show. "</font> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:19056 2007-07-15T09:05:26Z 2007-08-03T00:41:05Z oldschoolfunkandhiphop poaster toaster loaded roaster.&nbsp; people makes the world go round get back to the line at the back of the bus to the darkest part of africa and the sunroatsed totsada jungle.&nbsp; now i can tell you, these here parts aren't just somethin to go traipsin' through.&nbsp; left and right, willy and nilly, archibald and johnson.&nbsp; you get yourself home now, don't care if you jumped that train to hootersville.&nbsp; and that station may be closed for the night.&nbsp; or at least they aren't serving your kind here.&nbsp; what kind?&nbsp; the one where you look like you wouldn't touch a drop of hard liquor cos you were raised protestant or baptist.&nbsp; so what would be the point anyway? i'd just come over there and flirt with you a little and throw my hips around, but you wouldn't tip, you would order two pitchers and go.&nbsp; so, no. i won't get on a table and dance my boobies around for you and your obnoxious friend even if it is your bachelor party. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:18848 2007-06-16T02:29:36Z 2007-06-16T02:29:36Z left over from my days as a kid.&nbsp; remember stealing discarded shit and appropiating it for myself.&nbsp;&nbsp;skateboard, sweatpants, scandinavian girls, urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:18487 2007-05-24T20:53:12Z 2007-05-24T20:53:37Z how i 'blasted' dirty lyric rap music in in front of white lady.&nbsp; be more real.&nbsp; guy who said something about Japan being "wacky" in an oddly serious smile.&nbsp; weirdo.&nbsp; nobody i look forward to driving around in the cab.&nbsp; all my regulatr characters are old white ladies.&nbsp; eaglecliff, lovell, live-aboards tracie&amp;jeff.&nbsp; nobody i'm comfortable enough around to wanna talk to.&nbsp; there's something, don't start conversations around you cos i'm not comfortable enough to talk.&nbsp; urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:18200 2007-02-11T21:41:08Z 2007-05-24T20:54:31Z 24-hour Hungarian surgery elected rather than have failed knee joints. <br />i think as i progress in age i grow more absent-minded. it started with the age of airbrushing. and ok ok ok, not that the pot helps anything. beautiful ganja. <br />also, life can be good (and scary). but good. <br />### songs in music library with "shit" in title:<br />Bullshit -- The Pharcyde <br />Dig My Shit! -- The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion <br />Fuck Shit up -- The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion <br />Jesus In The Year 2000, Next On the Shit List -- Coalesce <br />Oh Shit -- The Pharcyde<br />One Two Shit -- A Tribe Called Quest<br />Pushit -- Tool<br />Shit Rain -- Pussy Galore<br />Spit 'n Shit -- Pussy Galore<br />Tribe (Fuck Shit Up Mix) -- Soulfly <br />We Aint Shit -- NoFX<br /><br />JSBX and Pussy Galore both with 2 mentions, but NOFX gets ONE!?!?!<br /><br />### the word "love" in the song title gives 224 results.<br /><br />love'll get you like a case of anthrax, and that's something i don't wanna catch. <br /><br />the last week or so i have been hearing bells of the telephone nature ringing from all over. sometimes it comes from a song or sometimes it's from a tv commercial or out of thin-as-goddamn-air. i can imagine you one up right fucking now. phantom phone phenomenon. <br />and of course admitting to imagining them makes it fucking worse. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:18026 2007-02-07T23:34:08Z 2007-05-24T20:55:53Z slutty asian girls with pouty <br />remixing hide song titles and tracks.&nbsp; <br />do postcards have to be a certain set of dimensions?&nbsp; no bigger than...?<br />leave space one one side?&nbsp; does it have to say "post card"? a certain card stock?&nbsp; one stamp per?<br /><br /><table width="511" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="4" border="0" summary="This table shows mail size dimensions."><tbody><tr><td valign="top" bgcolor="#e0f0ff" class="text_gray">Postcard</td> <td valign="top" bgcolor="#ffffff" headers="row2 header2">5 inch min.<br /> 6 inch max.</td> <td valign="top" bgcolor="#ffffff" headers="row2 header3">3-1/2 inch min.<br /> 4-1/4 inch max.</td></tr></tbody></table> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:17808 2007-01-31T04:17:37Z 2007-01-31T04:17:37Z <span>i have my phone turned off cos it's my first day off from work in forever and home quite and alone by myself --- but i keep hearing it ring from the other room.&nbsp; relax.&nbsp; liz lemon can't call you today, don't worry.&nbsp; brownies will be done soon, nofx on blast in the next room over, not freezing and getting shit done.&nbsp; <br />lists are scaring peop[le left and right.&nbsp; it's all so serious with lists.&nbsp; horrible karaoke sounds record blasting.&nbsp; <br />gathered wood built fire for later lighting.&nbsp; cleaned pot and put plant in sunlight shower.&nbsp; brownies not done in middle re-heat oven and bake again.&nbsp; marshmallows. bump some tunes sit outside scribble.<br />paint ink hands cold smear.<br />build fire but still sits.&nbsp; big hair days to come i think.&nbsp; cold but hardy stuff you know.&nbsp; ultimate rush started the trash talking to the trash heap sitting at the top of the hill.&nbsp; fraggle rock and shit bust upon underage panty parties using the very latest of methods.&nbsp; green berets and night-vision goggles.&nbsp; green tint goggles.&nbsp; <br />groggles. <br />fantastic!&nbsp; that way you could go through your entire life and not have to talk to anybody.&nbsp; still hear the phone ringing upon further inspection it turned out to be a botch song rocking my earjams.&nbsp; face on a top plant.&nbsp; face plant. space plant face plant roto-router.&nbsp; hard core jam verse.&nbsp; </span> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:17587 2006-06-17T07:39:13Z 2006-06-17T07:39:13Z it's agoodthing i'm not standing on a precipice right now cos i am fucked up.&nbsp; largely due to thh bowl on my right.&nbsp; rambunkshus cowboys.&nbsp; we are this planet's kidney stone.&nbsp; a system beyo9nd any kind of care, we are democracy's last bone.&nbsp; <br /><br />logic?&nbsp; intelligence?&nbsp; proper spelling?<br /><br />nope.&nbsp; urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:17236 2006-06-13T02:12:31Z 2006-06-13T02:12:31Z <div align="left" class="subhead">Joe Ishii:&nbsp;Class Year: 1997</div> <div style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(204, 204, 204);"> <strong>INTERVIEW RELOADED PART ONE</strong> <div class="small">Posted on 6/3/2006</div> <br /> Interview: Good evening and welcome to the YIS Alumni Interview Joe! Ready for some questions?<br /><br />Joe: I'm open to any questions man, but who the hell would be reading your interviews?<br /><br />Interview: I'm sure all the readers would like to hear what goes on in your head because I understand that many people have this image of you being quiet, who doesn't speak much and because of that people tend to misunderstand in whatever you say literally?<br /><br />Joe: Yeah a lot, it has happened in the past and people have taken me wrong, but I'm used to it.<br /><br />Interview: So let me begin this interview asking about your relationship with Matt Crosbie? You've expressed such devotion to him, why is that?<br /><br />Joe: To me, Matt Crosbie is the "bible" and I have the deepest amount of respect and trust to that guy. I met him back in 1991, that's when Metallica's black album came out (which sold 14 million worldwide!) and he was the first guy to introduce me to that band. The first song which he introduced was "Motorbreath" from "Kill 'em All" and I liked it instantly so we would always sing to that beat during homeroom and when we put that song on stereo, everybody in the class would just like leave because they didn't like the sound! Everybody's like, "ANTI-HEAVYMETAL. GO AWAY!" and they would ignore you and give these weird looks. All the guys who listened to heavymetal wore rock t-shirts of their favorite band and I always saw Crosbie wearing skull t-shirt with black jeans so I would copy him and dress exactly the same. He was my favorite "rock star" at that time. Another reason, I had such devotion to that guy was because I saw this strong bond between him and his parents in which I didn't see in my family. It was so different in how they communicated and how their parents supported their kids. So their family was actually my "ideal family" and made me realize the right style to raise your kid.<br /><br />Interview: So speaking of families, how were you raised as a kid?<br /><br />Joe: Good question man. Well I had everything in what I wanted because my Dad wasn't an ordinary businessman. My Dad would take me to school with his SL500 Mercedes and man, if I went to a normal school, I would imagine all the parents would be looking at you saying, "Hey is that person Yakuza?" you know and would be alienated from everybody. When I enrolled YIS, I'm sure the Registration thought my Dad had a proper job because when I saw my transcript, it showed "Father's Business:Finance" and I'm like "Yeah right!"<br /><br />Interview: So what's your Dad's business then?<br /><br />Joe: Well, he already retired but he was a "shark loaner." You know which you see in the Italian mafia films? He did exactly the same routine. He would lend money to the Yakuza's and as an insurance take away their car so the guys won't run away. If you run away, he'll shoot your leg! But yeah, his business was special, so he didn't want me to take over after I graduated.<br /><br />Interview: So your Dad has connections with the Yakuza's then?<br /><br />Joe: Yeah, they raised him when he was a child. So if anything happens to me, they'll nail you down! <br /><br />Interview: So any childhood memories with your Dad?<br /><br />Joe: Not really, but I respect him. Our bond is becoming much tighter than it ever was before. Reason why I don't have any childhood memories with my Dad is because I didn't play with him, like you know in the summer's parents go swimming with your son? Well, my Dad got this tattoo all over his back so I always went swimming by myself. I really didn't want to mention this to anybody, but after 28 years, I finally did. You've got a fucking problem? Probably, if I had mentioned this in the past, all my friends would freak out, not wanting to spend the night at my house!<br /><br />Interview: When did he get his tattoo?<br /><br />Joe: I believe so in his early 20's. He got it from his friend called Mr. Owada, a famous tattoo artist in Japan. My Dad mentioned this to my Mom after they got married! Can you believe that? He considers tattoo as art, the evidence of strength. I guess his tattoo illustrates that he's unwilling to accommodate himself to societies rules and norms (laugh)<br /><br />Interview: Very interesting and thanks for telling us. Why did you decide to confess such issues?<br /><br />Joe: Because you asked! Catharsis man. I wanted to brush my shoulders off because I believe so there are people who think Ifm BS and if thatfs so, Ifll give them the finger right at this point (period!)<br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <br /> <strong>INTERVIEW RELOADED PART TWO</strong> <div class="small">Posted on 6/3/2006</div> <br /> Interview: Now that you have made a confession, please tell us a little about whom you had interest back in high school?<br /><br />Joe: Ummmmc. I had obsession with Amanda Frye in my Sophmore year, and Lisa White in my Senior year, but I never bothered to ask them out or anything like that because there was always like a big wall between us, like the 38th parallel between North and South Korea! (laugh)<br /><br />Interview: Well you could have at least attempted to communicate with them?<br /><br />Joe: No man, even if I did, there were too many naysayers who had something to complain about. gOh donft talk to him because hefs weird bla bla bla.h How in the hell would I suppose to be even friends with her, if her friends had something against me right? Logic man. And even if I did go out with her, I would only last for a day because theyfre too boring. Thatfs why itfs good not to go out with them (laugh)<br /><br />Interview: So you still like Amanda Frye and Lisa White?<br /><br />Joe: Amanda Frye, I respected her a lot after seeing this act called gCleopatrah she was the main actress in the play and thought damn, shefs a good actress! and I guess I was just a fan of hers and I just talked to her for 2 seconds on her graduation so my feelings for her ended there. Considering Lisa White, to be honest, yes I still like her and she will always be in my heart somewhere even if I go out with anybody besides her. I can even dump my girlfriend for her. But the reality is very low. Shefll marry eventually so itfs good to be kept that way.<br /><br />Interview: Any other girls who you had hots for?<br /><br />Joe: Yeah man, Jenn Finch, which I regret not talking to her! I heard from Alexandra telling me she thought that I was cool. Ifm like, gWhy didnft you tell me that before?h Ifm confident to converse with her now man, but I donft know if shefs willing too? Other than Jenn, lets seecSatoko Iinuma and oh yeah Nawal Hadi from Jordan. I asked her out in Field Studies and she said she couldnft go out with me for religious reasons! If I had converted to Islam, maybe I could have been her boyfriend? (laugh)<br /><br />Interview: You have a new girlfriend now?<br /><br />Joe: Yeah I have this most dedicated girl who loves me for who I am but Ifm not sure if I like her 100%? Her ex-boyfriend was a fucking stalker and she was involved in domestic violence so I had to rescue her and thatfs how I got to know her. Shefs an unlucky girl man because her ex husband was also battering her to death. But I donft have the confidence to save her or support her so itfs really a hard situation. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:16955 2006-05-29T08:03:09Z 2006-05-29T08:03:09Z my cock's out and running away again. just sitting there all calm and sweet, nestled between my jeans and loins.<br />and so obviously i thought of you.<br />how does your garden grow? does that friend of yours need an ass kickin? do you eat the sweet meat?<br /><br />ok, so meet you at fantasy cutlery then. i'll be the one with pants on.<br />wet spot and all.<br /><br /><font size="4">menstruation is a bitch on four legs.<br /><br />merry bitchmas, sparky!<br /></font><br /><br />chocolate steak, chocolate steak.<br />the bunny i ate was killed way too late.<br /><br />we've got a bun in the oven and a snake on the way. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:16522 2006-05-15T06:00:44Z 2006-05-15T09:11:57Z did you know i can smell the fresh-scrubbed tattoo parlor and feel the buzzing in the air. <br />well, right now anyway.<br />you drop your eyeballs in a bowl of salt and carry on to the left ground. <br /><br />so don't feel embarassed because you recently got into the Arctic Monkeys even though they're everybody's baby right now. and you been digging on Lady Sovereign hard too. don't lie. [ahh, the meat of it.]<br /><br />who's been doing math equations in the hallway? who's been dropping pickles in the bathtub? who made out with the stuffed panda in the bedroom and left a mess? <br />i'll do things to your pregnant grandmother that'd curry your balls. <br />i thought it worth repeating.<br />Things I Do Tonight Include Crotch Gardening and the Like<br />bug a trial rhthym, float a sty river. gardening in the house and calling it a car-wash. raise moneys for the short bus.<br />smoke myself silly and discover Lady Sovereign.<br />am in love.<br />had a fuckin party and cooked like the badass, west tech like curd, ahh, just monday. park and walk.<br />the lanes of shipping tread.<br /><br />god, when will i shut the hell up? i just vomit good. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:16189 2006-05-09T08:41:45Z 2006-05-09T08:41:45Z a bottle, a sad movie, a call with a girl, a moment, a bowl, a bag of crisps . . . my life the TV.<br /><br />i sink in, like a comfortable couch.<br />i mow the lawn, like it's going wrong. <br />don't wanna do something that bad to someone like you who doesn't deserve it. <br /><br />didn't i just prove that? an attempt to disrobe. ancient, chinese men, burping their freedoms through a vat of shame. should he take out his eyes, or adjust that? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:15893 2006-05-04T07:19:18Z 2006-05-04T07:19:18Z i'm having a very weird night. currently having dried fish by the handful, tired as hell like it's 3am, but i wanna stay up and do fun shit still.<br />so here we go with the descriptive bit again. <br />old friend's in pictures. fishflesh jammed through the gaps in my teeth. <br />i spent a half hour at the beach today. a half hour without my shirt on. it was fantastic. and all that after a run. i can't believe i'm so up on running now. not that i do run all that often recently, but i enjoy the thought of it. plus i checked out my muscles today (legs) and freaked-style. so a good run in awesome weather, and soaking up ambiance at the beach. if i'd only been high i would have had a memory for life. still; very good. <br />and on. <br />i'm being bugged. either my nerves are raw, or i am being fucked with. passive-aggressiveness puts me on edge. and that's why this place is not long for me now. reason number one. the failure to communicate, which is majorly important as there are completely different personalities in the place. <br />and way off. <br />i'm only feeling lost when the veal is crashing. the view is icing on the cake of gaunt smoothness. henry s. gaunt. henry smoot. i'd love to watch a chevy chase movie right now. so maybe fletch. or spies like us. i haven't seen the beginning of that in a long while. i'm looking forward to a delivery later this week, one to take the mind off work. and crap. and stuff. <br />old habits die like dogs in 120 degree cars. ooh and aww all you want, it's gonna get done. ion habits are crashing hard. pockets of moons without tides. the color's getting brighter. lard crashing. gates come crashing and all goes well. you retards wanna sing the chorus? we'll all jump in at the note. jump on sight of a great big polar bear, just he sound to my pollution. how's the frog-eared machine coming along? how big are your futures anyway? scratch scratch sniff sniff this bomb's for real. selfish inconsiderate. traveling o'er the slimy seas of stale incarnates. <br />i can feel things coming to a close. the "downward way," you might. <br />don't get so depressing, you ass. just take a trip to arby's my favorite fastfoodjointeatery. <br /><br /><br />i think i'm gonna photoshop some shit. <br />or maybe just masturbate.<br /><br />don't get greedy. <br />dead fish by the window. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:15862 2006-05-03T08:45:58Z 2006-05-03T08:54:17Z bombs are going off in my head, i'm going to canada. i'm going to australia. <br /><br />i'm young, single and poor. <br />i deserve a break and a pint. (or more)<br /><br />booze, weed, and nicotine. just a few weekend friends.<br />not that serious it seems. just a few casual acquaintances of convenience. carry on the tradition. <br />rum, wine and a few hand-rolled wonders.<br /><br />you know i'm on a chemical kick. <br /><br /><br />here's my playlist:<br /><br />"What's Your Damage" - Test-Icicles<br />"Ooh La La" - Goldfrapp<br />"Gold Lion" - Yeah Yeah Yeahs<br />"Circle, Square, Triangle" - Test-Icicles<br />"The Party's Crashing Us" - Of Montreal<br />"Sex and Violence" - The Exploited<br />"Some Girls Have All The Fuck" - Some Girls<br />"Gravity's Rainbow" - The Klaxons<br />"I Know, I Know" - Tegan and Sara<br />"Mirror in the Bathroom" - The Specials<br />"Guns Are Drawn" - The Roots<br />"Season of the Dying God" - Locus Factor<br />"Tongue (Like A Serpent)" - Malady<br />"Don't Save Us from The Flames" - M83 urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:15352 2006-04-23T08:10:17Z 2006-04-23T08:51:11Z the pantsless one is me. <br /><br />i have no qualms. <br /><br />it's outrageous, malfacious, can't face this. <br />bury guns in sight, this way we're guaranteed numbers by might. <br />tonight is only the rum and me speaking, and only the faceless farce to face the barrier's mark. <br /><br />plan it out, got the planet out...side the line of sight. <br />nice and simple.<br />\<br />and i'd just like to say that i'd been holding out for an "us." we'd be good. and besides, our parents would flip their lids. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:14338 2006-04-03T08:10:38Z 2006-04-03T08:10:38Z live and fashionable latex. rich, mahogany latex. bogus hand warming themes sink past the skin. beauty's fine within, but take it out an you've lost it's soul. i'm in a constant state of "dirty" at this house. dog slobber (crotch-bite-laced no less), cat hair, mud, pet food. not for making me very comfortable yet this isn't. cannibalistic tendencies started by rumors of co-dependency. start fires will you? not on my onion patch. lost past words weeded out and sprayed away like a fine mist. your lies mark your words as yours. given up so easily. ripped lip-flesh. tastes of whitefish. salty and textured. <br />wanna know about the line between yours and mine? me too. <br /><br />fun metal fanfare. sweet sayer of sooths. <br /><br />salt mines, kessel mines, spice mines, diamond mines, land mines.<br />i used to document everything i ate all day for a year straight. write it down in a notebook i kept in my left back pocket. <br /><br />eight more minutes of prepayed hell. auto tune to the right focus. haggard is the law of matching jumpsuits. stolen is the face of young love. marked is the mask of tight corners. false is the wording of mud. old news falls to the sidelines. you have no more claim to this stand than the dog to his fleas. lost are words of meaning or words at all. focus on this side of the fence, it a party of one over here. local anesthetic only. <br />imagination running wild tonight. another country perhaps? another girl? another gin martini? off to bed and planet earth. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:12723 2006-02-23T06:53:38Z 2006-02-26T08:48:24Z converge it may be in your best interest to speak the fuck up, i am hard of hearing and don't like obnoxious pricks. i'll bust forward until it breaks, i'll mate on your doorstep, i'll heave the contents of my stomach on your mother. <br />awwww..... have you left your lunch at home? do you wanna cookie? do you wanna suck my dick? it'll be a nice and meaty lunch for a change. not like that swedish, open-faced sandwich bullshit. that shit smells like so much asshole, i'm afraid your mother is a zombie bitch. <br />maybe i oughtta split your white, fleshy meat open and eviscerate you in front of your family. they could take pictures. they could start a bonfire. they could stuff your shorts with your cute little baby pictures and light your ass aflame. <br />i'll paint your face a bright-assed pink and fart on the mouth. i may even take notes and pass them on to your children. i'll start a lecture series about how fucked-up you are and mail it to your grandmother's grave. i'm gonna repel down the mountain of your face and send off smoke signals proclaiming you the dumbest of the dumb, the queerest of the queer, the weakest of the weak. <br />so live long and well, so that i can cut you down. i'll tear at your bowels, i'll gnaw on your genitals, i'll scratch off your eyelids. <br />do you really want to continue with your foul course of action? it pains me in the worst of ways. i can think of nothing but ripping your body to shreds, of destroying this corporeal manifestation of you. sending you through a giant paper shredder that takes its time. slow, painful, and purposeful. grind to the tenth power. slow moving gears rip at your flesh while Phaenicia sericata feast on your corpse. corpus christi and the bifurcated dead. <br />learn to lessen. <br /><br />i will make your pain public and let it be known to the world. you are the product of a well-informed hatred that grows. i catapult this searing madness towards your face. do not fail to recognize this vile hatred. it will seethe and stew. i am foul like an extra mouth to feed. <br /><br /><br /><br />i bet you wear tighty-whiteys. do you wanna give this windsurfing a shot? then shut the fuck up. what color is your pubic hair? is it white like your head? what do you mean you don't know what a blowjob is??? learn to cope with life or you'll be left a neurotic mess of a hollow man. blowjob city, baby. <br /><br />stopped short by the hand of the astronaut, builders of the pyramids, the man from outer space. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:12089 2006-02-15T08:24:33Z 2006-02-16T00:59:29Z my jaw tires of crushing air. <br />powered formalities faint before the ever-present power of the dead. do they know? do they reckon lively? see that train track next to the high-rise apartment that is called a church? i can go home on that. i can find my way back. i can make it home. strap on my old size 9's. <br />CRACK! I, the absent-mouthed youth from your past have made the present all that much more palatable. it is strange that we should meet here. i mean, of all the places in paris for a gay, retired couple to reconnoiter... <br />whatthehell????? <br />is that even french?<br />is that even real?<br />are you even ready for the shitstorm of piping sounds and readily available high-pitched synthesizer noises?<br />fuck you, asshole. you're someone i used to know.<br /><br />spellcheck, update the journal, CLICK. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:11893 2006-02-15T07:13:49Z 2006-02-16T01:00:14Z it smells like cooked rice in the house and i'm off to castrate a cow. skin grafts cost money, you know. <br />get a job, you slob --- your train is being robbed. <br /><br />i'm 22, sitting alone at the train station in the dark, fondling my nuts. i'd gulp down that last sip of shitty beer if i were me. sobriety can cause many a problem for the unemployed. <br />do your divisionist theories leave room for that certain type of conversation where everyone gets a word in? are you mutually exclusive to the point of isolation? so, it's true then; some things never get better. all could be lost. ramp up the lawn and cry your eyes out; it's time for the beating of your life. pull down your trousers and act like a man. so spew your words seasoned with venom. <br />YES! my burps taste like wine and stinky cheese. make me proud, mr. mort. i could fall over at a moment's notice if libations are properly applied. wind those sonic deathmills, baby. <br />party on wordlessly milling about in the vain hope that your hair won't fall out when you're 39. <br />the death machinery silently vexes the teenage werewolf. an empty glass reflects his violent scowl and potent stench. shock the entertainers, they've meant it in your direction before. pull the plug on medical research for orphans and pump more money into learning why the gay community doesn't have more photographers. deconstruct the virus definitions. mutiny abounds, recklessness focuses into a fantastic rage. cowards speak from lack of tongue. did you hear? the world comes crashing down this thursday at 12pm. it's hardly true, but cigarettes will kill my tastebuds. the poor are the seed of the rich. the rich are the vision of loneliness for the poor. carry on, mr. murderer; joust and piss.<br />words come with their own meaning, you know. deconstruct at your own risk. <br />neon black is good for the skyline. it comes with a tragic glow. <br />the stalls on the right come with a little devastation. <br />the boyfriend you chose comes with a bit of insecurity. <br />are you ready to explode? the party is over. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:11195 2006-02-09T00:07:34Z 2006-02-09T00:07:34Z now the stream is dammed, i had to dam it. <br /><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/97331319_368f37da81.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/37/97331321_85c337fe44.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/43/97331322_5e2a1a8142.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://static.flickr.com/23/97331323_77cd8dbb35.jpg" /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:10861 2006-02-09T00:04:13Z 2006-02-16T01:03:10Z best quote i've seen online all day - "Three girls in a bed is a bedful of girls. Two girls in a bed are lesbians." (tom ford)<br /><br />did you get on your crazy tart? are the lines in place and the coffee's great? lamppposture lamp posture. band names include, <br />penis envy, jaw replacement, the boff, camphor, eye strain, floodgates, invigorated bison, gils will be boys, girls will be boys, anarchy snake, jesus cobra, urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:10594 2006-02-06T08:28:24Z 2007-05-24T21:29:47Z god told me to do smack last night.<br />all i could find was saline solution and a fishnet stocking. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:10299 2006-02-05T21:56:01Z 2006-02-05T22:47:03Z gotta shake my head clear of bound thoughts. shake awake. things are just happening around me. they exist independently of me and then come floating into my airspace at a leisurely pace. gotta concentrate to concentrate. ready and waiting for the fire bells to go off and sound their sirens of warning. mechanical and red-brick bells. stone cobbled streets and a red fire engine on the way. momentary lapse of a day's judgment. <br /><br />roughly 3 hours of work left. until i head down to the bar for superbowl prices on beer and chips. i may not watch their game, but i'll take advantage of their enticing monetary deals. <br />i have an unexplainable urge to listen to shitty 80's music. but not too shitty. <br /><br />today is the first day in a while that the sun's out and it's kinda warm. i think it's nature's way of saying "sorry about the storm yesterday, and sorry for taking your power away for a while. here's some nice weather to make up for it. friends?" <br />to which i will say, "yeah...friends."<br />"look, i'm making it up to you right?"<br />"yeah you are, and i am appreciative, but we were out of power for like 10 hours. some people STILL don't have it back yet."<br />"look, i'm sorry about that. it's not like i determine when it comes back on, that's the power company's job!"<br />"but you started it! it's your fault we were out to begin with!"<br />"ok, fine! you wanna play that way? i'll fuck your shit up hard, bitch! i can strike you down with some goddamn lightning if you want."<br />"no, no, no. i'm just fuckin' with you. thanks for not killing me, i guess."<br />"so, we cool?"<br />"we cool."<br />we talk, the weather and i.<br /><br />2.45pm - 2hours and 15mins left at work. just now feeling a bit clear-headed. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:lupin3000:10045 2006-02-03T05:30:13Z 2006-02-03T05:30:13Z and willing to back that.