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HEADlines - Dear Casey...: lou dallas - Eight-year olds, Dude: lou dallas - It's Playing in Peoria!: lenny bellows - RAIDER GARY: lenny bellows - Herr Faust: lenny bellows - -----Original Message-----: lou dallas - You Heard It Here Second: lenny bellows - We are a group of Christians who enjoy Cars and the thrill of Motor Racing: lou dallas - Defector!: lou dallas - Bobby Brown - Don't be Cruel: lou dallas - So Ya Gargantuate: lenny bellows - The Autumn Wind is a RAIDER: lenny bellows - Raider Nation Celebrates: lenny bellows - Chipmunk of Death: lou dallas - Bleeth Towers: lou dallas |
1.18.2003
 Dear Casey... Betty, this is totally unacceptable. I prefer
staying with the aforementioned "office solutions: slap my donkey". Jeff -----Original Message----- From: Betty [mailto:betty@level23.com.au] Sent: Monday, November 26, 2001 2:15 PM To: jeff@level23.com Subject: ad Jeff, I just phoned the courier and had the ad changed to "office solutions for hard times" have a great day and talk to you soon. Luv yah --B lou dallas Time: 15:27 Eight-year olds, Dude QUINTANA
I see you rolled your way into the semis. Deos mio, man. Seamus and me, we're gonna fuck you up. DUDE Yeah well, that's just, ya know, like, your opinion, man. Quintana looks at Walter. QUINTANA Let me tell you something, bendeco. You pull any your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes, I'll take it away from you and stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger til it goes "click". DUDE Jesus. QUINTANA You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus. Jesus walks away. Walter nods sadly. WALTER Eight-year-olds, Dude. It's Playing in Peoria! DL of the Day: The Dope Show - Marilyn Manson
1.17.2003
RAIDER GARY  Herr Faust DL of the day: Road to Babylon - Manfred Mann's Earth Band
"Baghdad, seine Leute und Führung, wird festgestellt, um das Mongols unseres Alters zu zwingen, um Selbstmord an seinen Gattern festzulegen," Saddam, das gesagt wird und bezieht sich die auf Mongol Armeen, die das irakische Kapital 1258 das Abbasid Caliphate beendend sacked.  -----Original Message----- From: Jeewart [mailto:JeffS@Norfld.com]
Sent: Friday, January 17, 2003 11:00 AM To: 'btimns@bioostics.com' Subject: connection with the sookra I have a plan this weekend to write a poem. Actually write a neat poem. I will put it on The Chelsea. You should write a poem if you find a spare few minutes. Poetry is cool. That is what everybody says. You are cool. You Heard It Here Second Lou's last header nearly knocked me off my bike!!!!
Confusius say, "Man who stands on toilet is high on pot." 1.16.2003
We are a group of Christians who enjoy Cars and the thrill of Motor Racing Cover me when I run
Cover me through the fire Something knocked me out' the trees Now I'm on my knees Cover me, darling please Monkey, monkey, monkey Don't you know when you're going to shock the monkey 1.15.2003
 1.14.2003
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gout d eluge huge mind key mon kaydreuig hoff menia 100 MILLION BULBOUS TENTACLES CAN'T BE WRONG!!!!!Defector! sunken into cheap perfume with idle
shut-eyed images of flexing hips and sin roll out on the bypass distortion, feeling for a coy transition; lay down once and for all or, we shut down the city and freeze the media... Tower of grace. tried to create my own blog...
damn system say my blog not ready fo' publishin'... hate bein' held down by whitey again... 1.13.2003
Bobby Brown - Don't be Cruel  So Ya Gargantuate So ya want my voice to be heard in the great music debate of 2003.
So ya want songs to trip to, the songs to dope to, the demon sound of drugggggggggg skitching in your ears as you try to think This is a tough thing to consider- not something to spurtle out as first inspiration of retortion. This last six months or so I have been listening to a veritable Mecca of different types of sounds and styles. From marching band jazz to Norwegian death metal, from live folk recordings from San Francisco to a sampling of the limitless key classic rock tracks of every generation. At the moment I am listening to many brilliant compositions the Beach Boys made famous. Songs like Don't Worry Baby, God Only Knows, Help Me Rhonda, sheeit... the entire Key Album of the Decade: Pet Sounds. My favorite song of the Boys being Good Vibrations. Now that is one stony amigo, padre. But you asked for the best selections. Dog, the Bomb. "The West Coast has the sunshine and the girls all get so tan. I dig a French bikini on Hawaiian Island girls by a palm tree in the sand. I've been all around this great big world and I've seen all kind of girls, yeah but I couldn't wait to get back to the States, back to the cutest girls in the world." - Beach Boys So when you consider songs how could you leave out: Breaking the Law by Judas Priest, Take The A Train by Duke Ellington, Bhimpalasi by Ravi Shankar, Are You Experienced by Jimi Hendrix, While My Guitar Gently Weeps by The Beatles, I Shot The Sheriff by Bob Marley and the Wailers, Gin and Juice by Phish, Dear Mr Fantasy by Traffic, All Night Long by Lionel Ritchie, The End by The Doors, the list is infinite the possibilities are not curtailed in fine musical ability each moment is the slave of nothing the people strive for a chance to relax the door is closed, lights kicked up, feet turned on wanting just to relax the salvo against Evergrind ///Tom Petty with the great Two Gunslingers stroking the hip/// the lips on chance to listen and feel the pulse of creativity first hand the hammer on the vinyl the drink is in the hand the %&^#$& is packed and in your #)#@$* everything is just freaking fine so you light the wooden match and watch it burn.... the music weaves as it exits the speakers you figure notes are within yourself and the room All Night Long is bouncing on your hips like a giggling monkey (Jumbo Jumbo) the stress slides away from expansive carpet blues with Kid Rock, then Albert King some more ice for the rum and Slade and Stan Getz and you massage your inner core you figure that there is no inner war only peace and Miles Davis is kind of blue and Tool is involved with that desperate thought at the back of mind, prison sex and the movements are now sounds at the corner of the eyes and the pulse of vibration caresses the eyelids it is Gram Parsons or Kurt Cobain or the strangled youth of Led Zeppelin from your forehead.... they all settle in for the night and you sleep...... The Autumn Wind is a RAIDER "Of course, Oakland won handily. The final score was 30-10. The Jets got run out of town. They couldn't handle the pressure and went all to pieces in the fourth quarter. Their boy wonder quarterback got swatted around like a Ping-Pong ball and the crowd began to hoot at them, causing their nerves to crack, and the Raiders ran wild toward the end. It was a massacre." - Hunter S.
Raider Nation Celebrates 
1.12.2003
Chipmunk of Death  Bleeth Towers Wrap it up, I'll take it, to my helicopter brethren
crash landing Randy Roads, barnitecture vehemence here -- the skyline ghosted behind marine layer as we gelate in the January Sun -- strange outward-projector vagina on a middle-aged volleyball gal chasing errant spikes, exposing the Pez-almost appeal of her extensor schlong puss, retracting -- wrap it up, I'll take it, even if her coke habit is worse", said Lo Toi Ming, as he grabbed his mother's ponytail and came inside -- lifeguards on empty beaches meditate to the memory of dying people.  |
