The Upward Thrust

11:25am 03/09/2006

i havent doneit in ages and through the sport dead
golf theme parksnow i find there is like adventureg
thisis addictive i just keepthinkji9ng i weant to get back to it snds fgthwiriti moire mowrkds abot stuff in my jjournaal
likei tis matters or somthing
im trying to tounvh ty-pe withpout klooking at the keys
ti s think i m mngning not too bad eh?
went to joeysd [arty that was funhe was a beree - ben was a gangster paul/peter wads asn elmoi was a sumo (undecided)
i thinki at some poi nt i think i grew up- or soimething
i think i got boring
maybee all my time in front of a computer i think
trots your brains
and i becomae socally inept
hehe - me sovially inept
i used to be much cooler
anhows its lik it just aint important to me anymore
thexse are my doubts
hmmm

location: Madrid, Persia

mood:

crushed

music: bluesy disco swing

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Ode to cock

08:51pm 31/08/2006

man standing;
like a horrendously over bathed elephant
In a happy hat and large teeth

all the color of pigskin

he comes without moving

his pelvis a giant target of visual desire

his lower regions, his trunk

catch your very gaze

as you recoil

as you gaze

as you recoil

as you gaze

……………..

you want to know how big he is?

If you take the visual cortex

Of an average eye

And splice it down the middle

Cut the curves in half

Then stretch the membrane fibres

Till they red and swollen snap

Soak in vinegar and salt

Dry and coat in tree sap

You have obviously got a problem with women

The object in your hand,

Hold with finger and with thumb,

Place in front a feral tiger

Escapees from toronga,

It will smell the fleshy scent

Of fried and stretched human flesh

And rip into your hands

Unless you move.

If that lion

Quite so fine

Is indeed a male lion

HIS DICK IS AS BIG AS THIS GUYS DICK!

Man standing

Cock hanging low sways a little to the left,

Scrotum, ball bag, pulses with ebb and flow of blood

In and out of the area

A slow warmth pulses out his crotch to nearby skin

Creating an almost invisible film of sweat, humidty, moisture

That sticks and tastes like salt

Man standing

A full mane of hair surrounds his vertical attachment

Man standing

His manhood spurts forth over his sex

Man standing

He is not homo

Man standing

Naked you tool, with his tool, just hanging

And man does he hang with his manhood MAN!

I want a cock like that,

Man standing

Standing up for man and men around the globe

Wait....
Wait....
Wait....

He has something to say..?

I’ll put him on for you…

“feminism is for pussies

and I say to you feminists

you beautiful, extravagant merciless feminists!

You ugly hariy sweaty feminists!

You bitch of a genere of identification!

I have had enough

I have had enough
of you throwing my cock in my face

Like it is some power tool,
of your own enslavement

Like my cock is the very cock
which rapes,
humiliates
tortures
and segregates

Cause everytime,

and I mean
everytime

I see your separation,

Your linear don't cross my boundries and come between my legs label

Of feminism

You rule me out as
stupid and sincearly brash

O U C H!”

Obviously he has been standing here for sometime

Waiting to say this

I’m glad we finally noticed him

In his nakedness

You’d think we’d have seen him before?

location: Panties of Elizabeth Hurley

mood:

listless

music: Silence and Moaning in England

tags: poetry//funny//irony//tounginballs

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Something I Prepaired Earlier...

11:40pm 30/08/2006

moot point

lies

the

contingency

plan

earths

inhabitants.

That moot Point

assumes

that our brains

Capacity

to create New

Technologies

far outlives our

capacity

to destroy our

environment.

The aim

being to

create

technologies

which render

our current

environment

meaningless

in lew

of new

exciting

human

engineered

realities.

The draw back

of this

incredible

moot point

then is the

destruction

of our current

environment

for an

imagined

new one.

we are

Fearless

in our

adamant

assumption

Ultimate

power gained

through

pressurised

compacted

Creative

-flow charts,

stem cells

cash flow charts,

stem cells

cash flow charts,

stem cells

cash-

Knowledge

Fearless

Ultimate

Creative

Knowledge

In our heads

we are F.u.c.k. heads!

and we

depend

on that

power

of the

ultimate

fuck

to guide

us through

our

overpowering

capacity

to fuck

ourselves up!

whats laughable

about our

moot point

is that we humans

have all the

resources

we need to

feed all,

clothe all,

and house all

while

maintaining

environmental

equilibrium.

Whats terrible is

that we choose

not too.

We,

on a grand scale,

through our people

we choose in power,

in a system

we agree

creates power,

continually destroy

ourselves

in spite of

ourselves.

Can you make a change?

location: George Lucas's Large Bowel, Inner Sanctum

mood:

touched

music: Somewhat Dancy Version oF Somewhat Jazzy Crap

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Response to Aesops Fables No 2. The Crow And the Sly Farmer

11:28pm 30/08/2006

There was once a depressed black crow who hated his life
and sat areound all the time going "CAW, CAW!"
CAW being short for "cause"
and "cause" meaning he was sitting around all day being depressed
cause he wanted to move to greece
where all the happy crows lived
but could not because his parents were not rich enough
to give him the upbringing he needed to entail being
spoiled with wanton
get-your-life-together-relocation-travell-expenses-taken-care-of-trips
to other countries so you can find yourself
laddy-sonny-jim-bo-esque spoilings
and thus he hated himself for
choosing such stupid parents
but more importantly
he hated god and then
somewhat jesus for giving him this life
where in which he was blessed and feree of sin
yet cursed by his own terrible misfortune
and it didnt matter if he had arms and legs
and could run a soccer field dry of its rain
in his own vigour fact was he
wouldn't do anything except
mope about damnning himself
his family and his god for being
so terribly,
utterly
depressed
"CAW CAW"

A farmer shot him.

Moral: Farmers are grown up little arseholes and crows should get over it and grow white.

location: Deep Space Nine, Inner Sanctum

mood:

thirsty

music: Some Jazzy Cool Ass remix of Some not jazzy Dance tune

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Response to Aesops Fables No. 1 - The little areshole who could.....

09:19pm 25/08/2006

Put it this way, jimmy was a little shit head and he knew it.
He had his way everyday and that’s the height of it.
Jimmy, even though two, ran the local kindergarten with reckless ease.
His parents were too flaccid in their spinchteral care to even consider a stick of discipline.
His grandparents spoiling him too new heights.
Jimmy’s family were as blue blooded and red bloods get
With his fathers income amounting the debt of some smaller countries, yet in the black not red.

His mother was a born again porn star of epic proportions…
But none of this concerned jimmy.
No jimmy’s true concern was to rule the world,
And that included everything he came into contact with
Yes even this story.

Jimmy was so powerful in his own mind, that he considered he could even influence anyone who merely though about him to become his slave,
His kindergarten teacher constantly gave him her lunch of chocolate kisses and crunch without knowing why, then headed off to the local pet shop to buy him a bunny rabbit during her lunch break. Jimmy would strap the bunny rabbit to a new weakling girl or boy everyday then flick clag at it till it pooped on them.
Jimmy was mean like that…

Till one day there was a rabbit who would simply not be caught by him.
This rabbit was too fast, jimmy, the little arsehole that he was, ran and dived and skirted for the rabbit everywhere but to no avail.

Finally, fed up with trying to catch the rabbit, he devised a plan to punish the rabbit for its insolence by tying it to a tree and setting it on fire.

The rabbit thought better of this idea though and promptly bit jimmy’s head off.

His father was mortally horrified as he could really see a lot of himself in his son.
So the rabbit bit his legs off and force fed them to his wife, who later exploded breast first all over jimmies grandparents and subsequently they drowned to death

Moral: weak is only weak till you piss it off enough that it surmounts all its will to attack with unnerving violence and fuck you and your family right over to the point of obliteration – respect people or DIE!!!!!!!

location: Pleadis Constallation, Idaho

mood:

flirty