“Krypto the Superdog, which, as nearly as I can tell, is based on the exploits of Superman's pet dog Krypto and his animated team of Super dog friend, is possibly one of the worst things I've ever seen on television and it's T-minus 3 Google searches to finding porn of it.”
greetings from internet I am like homeless and broke and trying to make my way across the country 2wards freedom & paradise & certain oblivion
5 will get you 10, 10 will get you arrested
So uh I've fallen out of contact with virtually all of you and I am learning that the human spirit is far from indomitable it's rather like Velveeta cheese appealing at first sight and then runny and disgusting once manipulated
I don't think I'm asking for anything or at least if I am it's something no one can provide viz. security & a sense of wellbeing
The more I type this the more I realize it is fruitless & so I leave you with the words of Groucho Marx "I won't belong to any organization that would have me as a member"
"There have been many historical precedents for women withdrawing sexual favours in order to assert their Power. Today, it is a worldwide, firmly entrenched phenomenon. 'Women Who Refuse to Have Sex With Their Husbands' is not a topic that you are going to see documented in the Void (female)-dominated media; it certainly is not going to be the subject of a week-long series on Oprah or Donahue. I venture to say if you want to find the leading cause of Domestic Violence, the subject is worth a second look." -Dave Sim, Cerebus #186
now, i love cerebus, but you can trace dave sim's progression from "eccentric" to "rabidly misogynist" with very little effort
"Hey, Kathy, whassup, girlfriend?" "Oh, hey, Michelle. I can't talk long. My boyfriend's in the middle of stabbing me." "You need to dump that zero!" "I know. But he gives the best hugs." "Idle hugs are the devil's handjobs! IF YOU WANNA KNOW IF HE LOVES YOU SO IT'S IN HIS KISS!" "That's where it is?" "Oh, yeah, it's in his kiss." "Michelle you always know how to cheer me up. Best friends forever." "Not if I'm decapitated by a train!" "Tee-hee." "So I was thinking, you wanna go to KFC and huff some paint thinner later?" "You know it, girl. Talk to you in a bit, I think he just hit an artery." "Well, elevate and use an ice pack is my advice! OH GOD THIS TAMPON WENT IN WRONG"
Break my face in It was the kindest touch you ever gave Wrap my dreams around your thighs And drape my hope upon the chance to touch your arm Fabulous muscles Cremate me after you cum on my lips Honey boy place my ashes in a vase Beneath your workout bench No romance no sexiness But a star-filled night Kneeling down before the now familiar flesh Of your deformed penis Wigging out before the unfamiliar flesh Of my broken neck
This is a post because I am getting rid of this. Not because I am embroiled in drama, but because the main reason I created this no longer exists, and most of the people I know on here I either talk to through other media or else don't talk to at all. I'm leaving this up before I delete it so I can archive it, but I feel like I've kind of outgrown it. It was good getting to know you guys. Take it easy.
i was in the middle of making some beans and rice when i decided i wanted a hamburger so i split the difference and dumped in half a pound of frozen ground pork
smells good, or else like sewage, fine line thar
i notice as i get older that it becomes harder to describe my interests simply - not 'punk music', but 'quasi-folk postpunk with brass sections and gravelly-voiced schizophrenic men singing about jesus and breakups'; not 'contemporary biographies', but 'rambling, sexually confused confessionals that probe the boundary between being self-referential and solipsistic'... etc.
furthermore, i find that even at this late, greying age, the one timelessly pertinent debate, the great metaphysical line in the sand, is the super nintendo vs. sega genesis issue, and the greater epistemological quandry of whether an objective answer on the subject can even be reached
no i haven't my mattress has moved 7 inches to the left of the wall and 2 inches away from the wall in the past 2 months
i've done the calculations and, assuming a negligible coefficient of friction and a favorable gravitational constant, by the time i die the mattress will have crossed state lines and begun a new life under an assumed identity