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12.15.2001
i have found TRUE ENLIGHTENMENT
comes with a handful of DARVOCET washed down with a good import, maybe BASS or perhaps a NEWCASTLE and a CD of JANIS JOPLIN b-sides and, of course, DARK SIDE OF THE MOON. taken appropriately, this recipe could, in fact, lead to WORLD PEACE and a cure for RICKETS kurt "Working Man" by Rush is relevant to today's smooth river ride. Very vibrant, intense music.
------ "They call me the working man, I guess that's what I am..." One aspect of the present campaign in Afghanistan will be the resultant rise of operation readiness of U.S. troops and the battlefied testing and knowledge gained from actual combat operations. Check this article out. It gives a good sprinkling of examples. Another fun way to interact with present reality is to change the strings on your acoustic guitar to medium steel strings. The resonance and vibrational differences of the medium strings versus light or extra-light strings are tremendous. A full rhythym sound. And if you do play some scalar firestorms, the resulting resistance of the heavier strings will force you to wring more emotion out of every note you play. "Three senior Al Qaeda leaders are known to be dead: Egyptians Mohammed Atef, Tariq Anwar al-Sayyid Ahmad and Muhammad Salah, all killed by U.S. airstrikes last month." ---- GROOVY 12.14.2001
Re: Scorpions
BLACK OUT MaNaHeI sayeth: "SMARMY RIFFS." 
Auph to Vegas 5AM to 9PM tomorrow. Working the Longevity conference. "Happy workin' it...riffin'...feelin' the energy..." Don't they know that I can not just deal with this right now? I can not this minute even speak
or write right. My face is rubbery, like a Betty Boop Halloween mask. I feel like I have had too much butterscotch pudding. Drug, in all it's contexts defies reason. They asked me to put the horse shoe on the other donkey. A tough situation, even for a suburban cowgirl like Linda Lou. But she wasn't there then, anyway, to help me. See what I mean? My mind is completely finagled and buttressed with transcendent bullshit. Or what did Kesey say? "Transcend the Bullshit." --- with albums like the Scorpions BLACK OUT ---possibly one of the greatest rock albums ever produced. That damn drummer Rarebell hypnotizing me, and that gosh darn Klaus reading verse from the Chaucer primer. they make me giggle so I curl in a ball inside my closet next to the dresser with the black light crackling above me and various moths exploring the contours of my mind skipping like happy lost school girls dazed on heroin and self-control the pinches against my chest are irritating and I cannot see to watch them surface through the skin and bubble out into the atmosphere which is slowly disappearing down my throat and back to my to my lungs and back out through my chest and I can not blink to save Schenker's life - the soul is polluted with evolution - it leaves stretch marks on the ugly pock-marked face of Don King --- he kneels down and prays to Mike Tyson's asshole. Why? "Oh." - Tom Petty
riding down a one-way street
with the Blue Falcon as he shuts down the check valve cock-blocked by my pally at the pass again... "Why am I wearing sunglasses in the morning?" Bali asked increduously. "Because the sun never sets on the cool..." 12.13.2001
Beer and Soup and Aardvark Grease Forever
As a child, Sir Mix Alot became sexually active with this Chewbacca doll, caressing the Sasquatchian mane as if feeble and discovering bowel. Mayonnaise. Clearly the discovering of bowel is implicit in egg mayonnaise. Enough said, I must get back to making snow angels in my pile of cocaine spread 4-feet high in a mausoleum style guest house in the Amazon. lou Thank Allah America
GRAND RAPIDS, Mich. — A former postal employee admitted he splattered porcupine feces and worms on co-workers after he was fired for poor job performance. “It’s an unusual weapon, but it seems to be working for him,” said Sacramento County Sheriff’s Detective Chris Wilder. During the heists, the suspect uses a silver-colored, grenade shaped like a small pineapple to threaten employees while demanding money. After looking unaffected by their trans-Atlantic flight, the Indiana Invaders capitalized on a strong effort to net a 68th minute equalizer. Therefore, When the extraterrestrial presence about this planet is formally acknowledged by the primary institutions upon which the human race relies, the Paradigm Clock will strike midnight. How we fare then is anybody's guess. We are in the moil of deep litter. Distrust creativity Kurt von Bali-for The next bugah shall be the DMZ between the Koreas. No doubt it is a clear victory. Allah has bestowed on us ... honor on us ... and he will give us blessing and more victory during this holy month of Ramadan. And this is what everyone is hoping for. Thank Allah America came out of its caves. We hit her the first hit and the next one will hit her with the hands of the believers, the good believers, the strong believers. By Allah it is a great work. Allah prepares for you a great reward for this work. I'm sorry to speak in your presence, but it is just thoughts, just thoughts. By Allah, who there is no god but him. I live in happiness, happiness ... I have not experienced, or felt, in a long time.
young girl all alone
pleasure/painbeyond belief he leaves satisfied butt itches like mad i drop pants and dig roughly fingers start to smell since i despise ORIGINALITY and am compulsed to COPY all i see that is interesting and good... Paula Poundstone's Tiny Tot Daycare visit for the BEER stay for the SOUP LOU DALLAS does still enjoy beer and soup, correct? Lou Dallas for Cambodian Prime Minister
gut churning like mad computer staring at me wish i could poop now. thank you. 12.12.2001
Big ups to Kurt Bali! The Beer Prayer
---- Our Beer, Which art in barrels. Hallowed be thy drink. Thy will be drunk, I will be drunk, At home as it is in the pub. Forgive us this day our daily spillage, As we forgive those who spill against us. For thine is the beer, The bitter and the lager. Forever and ever BARMEN F: Reduce Screen Brightness
turn handle of interior door off slide into tight fitting chamber w/ single 100 watt light bulb suspended approximately six feet above head smell the wall, and the carpet, and the old box of toupees in the corner sip strong rum and juice drink smoke whatever feels right Inmediatamente, read the entire article The Great Shark Hunt by Hunter S. which can be found in The Great Shark Hunt by Hunter S. Outstanding! Barry Gibb never laughed so hard (he is a colonist now) the newsletter for Jews for Jesus arrives again at my Front Door... unsolicited, but amusing nonetheless... hmmm, I seem to remember grappling with whores in Haifa...
I just can't remember all that clearly so many steps ...but I do somewhat remember racing Todd and Mo down that damn Haifan hill running so fast that you would fall and somersault forward 20 feet just to jump up again and stumble QM2 Stewart, or was it QM3 then leaping into the vertical subway slot, IQ pummeled by grey, smooth talking, beings that demand some kind of grimy recourse why the pain in the dour Jew faces?? teenage girls with M-16's and camos in pairs watching your whoring dispassionate their cute Israeli brown hair in curls green eyes, I think one had emerald orbs biscuits, Oregon biscuits Brandon, by the way, finished JO3...
there's dust in the machine...
cogs grinding to a halt... too much foolishness... plastic people with no grasp give me marching orders... WATCH OUT!!! FALLING IQ'S AHEAD!!! liquid... i need liquid... amber... the drink of Sinatra and the gods... too warm... need snow... and money...lots of money... 12.11.2001
I can't wait to walk "the tunnel".
---)-0-_--0-)-)_)))-_)-)0-0-0-----00_0-00 A betting mea culpa:
The gambling business will sooner or later make a fool of everybody who touches it, and last week it was my turn. I was humiliated, along with the 49ers and the Bears -- and Tennessee, of course -- and I apologize for babbling in print like a jackass. Indeed. It was horrible. I fouled my pants in public. OK, and so much for that, eh? Groveling is wrong for the soul, like grappling with whores in a drugstore. Forget it, shake it off, spit on it and run a lap. Ho ho. - HST pg2 Must of been a strange Saturday night out in the Territories ---
---we gathered in a condo, must of been four or five of us, for some pre-show lubrication. Southern Comfort? Hmmmm? A little sweet, I think. I will stay with the cold bottles of Dos Equis and an occasional shot of Jack Daniels. Going downtown Chico with teas and smirks --- into the Brickworks to see floater --- so high now, yes --- and harumphing midgets and flesh-showing young girls stumble around in circles --- in the smoking patio --- more teas after traversing the tunnel back to Panama's. So this is when Chad starts jabbering at this mellow, Southern-drawl speaking dude named Jeff at the end of the bar. As it turns out, he is the tour bus driver for Linkin Park who had played the night before in San Jose. Two of those guys were somewhere backstage at the show, showing each other nude pictures of Aunt Bea and Britney Spears. Drunk and into the pit of sweaty thrashing. A horrible scene, yet there is fun here sucking the energy out of the air --- Floater is good --- tighter than I can remember. Anyway, many drinks and talk later --- go out front and hook up with my brother and Mr. Norlie (who had had his nose broken and his eyes blackened by a stray elbow). The three of us go back down Ninth Avenue to get high in Linkin Park's extremely long tour bus. Many sublime and interesting stories of Garth Brooks and rock acts galore. Says the young bucks he works for now are clueless and will not be around in a few years. Has seen it before, apparently. Staggering green bud passed around --- the cold rain outside splattering the pavement. Brandon referring of course
to the home page. La Grande Illusion is a sublimely poignant and lucidly insightful commentary on the social legacy of the Great War in Europe. Filmed in 1937 under the looming advent of World War II, La Grande Illusion serves as a haunting elegy for the tragedy of the First World War and a relevant cautionary tale on the immeasurable toll of war. Using mundane events and conversations to depict life in a prisoner of war camp, Jean Renoir compassionately captures the tumultuous climate of profound social and political change: the changing role of women, the demise of aristocratic rule, the creation of new wealth (and new social order) in a free market economy. Stylistically, Renoir employs mesmerizing, long, rapid tracking shots and introduces sound to reflect the chaos and uncertainty. Note the reassuring melody of Marechal's harmonica after an emotional breakdown, and the arranged diversion of the German guards using flutes. Inevitably, the officers' path of glory proves to be inextricably bound to the idealistic belief that there is an underlying, redemptive purpose in war. However, like the idea of a war to end all wars, it is an elusive and unattainable grand illusion. 12.10.2001
Citizens of Narnia, behold the USN JO2 Inactive BM (not bowel movement-correlated):
What the hell is on the front page of the site? Directions to build a nuke? Brandon W. Mudd Staff Writer National Corn Growers Association 1000 Executive Parkway, Suite 105 St. Louis, MO 63141 Ph: 314-275-9915 x113 ** Fax: 314-275-7061 mudd@ncga.com **http://www.ncga.com |
