Muffin-Roulette
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Thursday, March 30, 2006
In the crazy-awesomeness of other peoples miss-fortune (there's a pun there kids, don't miss it!) I now own the deed to a small plot of land on which the jack daniels distillary lovingly crafts their sweet-sweet-muffin-blood! albeit only a small portion of the land, I now have something i charish as much as.......well, wiskey! Huzzah!
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
I have but one prayer. I say this without any sense of pride, or hatred, or a look at me attitude, or any of my useual thought process.
Though we die though we lose ourselves amoungst the bones of our kin the mistakes of generations the tears of the loved and the ruins of our lives i ask you, all of you from thouse who love me to those who hate me and thouse i've never seen do not pass as quietly as the ones before us do not lie amoung the lilies till you feed them with your body do not watch your parents and children and lovers and friends decay and except your place in the rock and dust i know you fear the gods society consequence retribution you are right to fear them but do not prostrate yourselves before them they consume and devour and destroy they cover your hearts and eyes they bind your hands and tounge they bury you with soft voices and gently place you under their feet till you forever stay as they want you broken blind silent regretful of everything you did and didnt do i beg you, one and all rip off your blind folds and naw at your bindings claw to the surface at any cost and hold the giants above your head scream and jump though our limbs give to age and the wieght of the world lift all others with you and when we all stand beside each other for good or ill love or hate life or death let us cry out and bring havoc to the throne
we are not gods we are not demons we are alive something that gives us more power than anything else amen
Wednesday, May 4, 2005
GOOOOOOOOOOOOD MOOOORRRNNIIINNN TENNESSEEEE!!!!!!!
Guess who!
Thats right! Here i come with plentiy o'stories, some new cuts n'brusies, a hell of a hangover, and some ass-kickin jackie chan type shit!
oh, and my phone is broken. ill call everyone when i get the chance. adios
Current mood:  like a fox!
Friday, April 8, 2005
Guess what. seriously, guess.
fine, i'll tell you. i'm doin capoeira! right now! while i'm typin!
Current mood:  Mugen-esque
Wednesday, March 2, 2005
a11 ph34r m3 and f411 ph0r i am th3 L33t ninj4 and d34th w4lks wit m3
Current mood:  jo.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
"I want to go home."
I don't know how many times i've said that to myself. every time i did i felt like i was giving in, giving up. over the past three weeks i have done so much and at the same time so little. for everyone who doesnt know: 1. arrested in new york for jumping a train turnstile(cost of subway fare: 200 pennies. staying for 24 hours at mannhatten central booking: priceless.) 2.visited good friends, missed lots of school. 3.mugged outside of movie theater(money lost:$63.00, level of rage at not having killed all three of them: partialy infused with infinity.) 4.locked out of my apartment with no way to get in for 3 days(different places i slept at around boston: 17., Meeting a crazy man who belived himself pope of boston and spoke fluent latin: 10 kinds of awesome.)5.numerous misadventures in and around boston. After all this i came to a conclusion. I can stay, or i can leave. I decided to stay. I love everyone at home. But when i say stay, i mean i will make this city my bitch. So to everyone at home; wish me luck. to boston; I hope you brought lube, cause muffin's about to rape you with a jug of george dickel. hard.
Current mood:  they wont know what hit 'em
Monday, February 14, 2005
I woke to find my dream asleep beside the clock at half past ten for what its worth i kissed her then woke from death again
i left the house with god behind me and walked a mile or nine found a lopsided heart next to me i knew that it was mine
she picked it up and kept it then kissed my fingers eight if you want them you can have them someting to play with while you wait
another step to leave the ledge just count my breaths till seven the faster the ground comes up to hug you the faster you meet heaven
a bounce and then im on my feet my watch said it was six it time to greet the fools at home and play my parlor tricks
i asked a man for quarters then picked his coat for five broke my hand on his revolver i watched him join his hive
i took the train to wonderland got off at station four they barred and locked the gate so i kicked in the door
i met the saint of whiskey we drank for my friends three he questioned my truths of love and hate and then he drank for me
i stumbled to my doorstep on stately Foster 2 then turned around and walked away down some other's avenue
far too short my journy was and this was just day one i thought of her and missed her most but my tears will never come
Monday, January 10, 2005
The sun sits on the edge of the horizon, awaiting the final stumble into the darkness, as a lone figure walks from its warmth. His head tilted against the growing cold, his sharpened steel slung across his back, our hero makes his way to begin his training in the east. With a heavy breath and a steady hand, Takoon the ninja squirrel crests a rise in the land and looks into the distance..........
Jo. Today i start a journey into the great land that lies to the east. boston. a land so ripe with sin and grime it would make a sailor blush. i cant wait. i'm gonna miss everyone one when i'm gone. adios.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
All right, shut up and listen to me cause i'm talkin. I'd like to share with you all something that i can only call "a headfirst dive into a pile of rusty pipes and midgets holding grenades." I say it is such because they both end the same way; some clangs and clashes, a big explosion, and one sad little-person with tetanus. I guess i should start from the beginning, but im lazy and getting drunker by the second. So i'm gonna dive in the middle, skip around, introduce characters who have nothing to do with it, and then the chosen one will die before he even gets to mordor. 'nuff bullshit. story time, Bitches!
"What do you want? You want a medal? Maybe a parade?" she said as though she was spewing a bile of pure hate and sarcasm at me. "Go fuck yourself, you slack-jawed cockbiter." said I. It's odd how much fun cussing can be, even in the middle of a hailstorm of fire and brimstone vomited from the mouths of God's fallen children. Oh, I'm sorry. I havent even told you my name and I'm already showing you my bad side. Well, I'm afraid you will have to live with that disappointment. I've been in Hell so long I dont remember my real name. No one uses names here anyway. Their usually too absorbed in their pain to even speak. When someone does say something to me, they tend to refer to me as a "twisted fuck." That works. You can call me "Twist". You ever been to Hell? Then you know what I'm talkin about. "Such fierce words from the 'Great Hero'! Did you here that from Scratch as he fucked you up the ass, or did you think it up by yourself?" I should clarify. The speaker (who's choice of words was about to get her a shiv to the eye) is a good friend of mine. Actually, my only friend in this place. Oh, and she's a demon-whore. No, really. A Succubus. And cute to boot. Good company on lonely nights and all that shit. The problem is that she has a bad penchant for picking the worst times to get pissy. Like during Ragnarok, the End Time. I had a feeling it was going to be a shitty day........
to be continued.
Current mood:  dirty
Monday, October 4, 2004
got so little to say, so little to do. first, a word to the fucker who thinks he can just waltz on to this page and act like he knows me. i mean that in the best way possiable. jay, you still owe me a blowjob. jessie-ray, its been a while. from what i know alex still doesnt know how to un-do a bra strap. oh well, child in mind.......... any way , hey everybody. keep up the good work. or something.
Current mood:  pleased
Friday, October 1, 2004
did you know that 18% of all "almost-sexual" experiances were stopped because the man was too drunk to continue? on a lighter note 38% of those same experiances were stopped because the woman "wasn't drunk enough." little tid-bit of info.
Current mood:  like a motherfucker
this is my play thats caught in intermission im getting all the actors in a new position actions speak with tounged impressions, though vital for hope that all the movement will cause something quite tidal curtin opens on a checkout line where i make the toughest choices between whiskey and wine a rude decision and a laughable cause like a surgeon with percision weidling two bone-saws
1. un-lit cigerettes on a dirty floor 2. white shirts with pink stains on them 3. buttons with bad catchphrases on bags held by stupid people 4. small shirts on girls who know that they are cute
Current mood:  artistic
Thursday, September 30, 2004
The Hell!? How did i get here. Too many boozes. screw it. hey people with whom i might be apatheticly corasponding with and improperly spelling to. I'm muffin. no corelation to the o so sweet and tasty pastery. figured i would drop in see what all the scene-kids wer up to nowadays. any of ya hit blossemed into maturity yet? thats nice. so now it is time for (insert strong bad voice) da shout out. hi to those i dont know, jeni, nicole, that o so homo rob, his hetero-lifemate alex, and of course maggie. anyone i forgot? hope not. ok, so lets all do that resond to me thing, ok? ok. till next time im sober, adios.
Current mood:  really drunk
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