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09:31 pm
[Link] | For the record:
Your "synthetic chemistry" posturing betrays your ignorance. You clearly couldn't run a Grignard with a gun to your head. You probably couldn't even extract the corn from your shit.
thyl4c1n3: you really should stop telling lies - i am married, my niwi is
right here singing. i have a robust business, 20k cash in the bank, and
land in costa rica i can go to anytime i want
thyl4c1n3: i have everything i could possibly want
thyl4c1n3: and the derision of fools and liars is great compliment to me
thyl4c1n3: and dr. shulgin is just fine with my chemical knowledge
thyl4c1n3: he and i have done mail and email since 1995
thyl4c1n3: you are too chickenshit to allow truth, so you block anon.
posting
thyl4c1n3: you are the one who is "nothing", you are a
prostitute not any kind of "scientist"
thyl4c1n3: i have plenty and several somebodies
thyl4c1n3: so THERE, you nasty little twat - living well is the best
revenge
thyl4c1n3: if you had any honesty or courage you would not be afraid of
non friend posting
thyl4c1n3: and my name is not luis
thyl4c1n3: you can't get anything right
thyl4c1n3: now go shake your flat ass for a few bucks, you stripper whore
thyl4c1n3: you are also hideously ugly
thyl4c1n3: you look like a MAN
thyl4c1n3: and fool, CBGB gallery is one of the hardest places to get a
show in all of NYC, and we were part of the FIRST INTERNATIONAL SUCKIST
EXHIBIT
thyl4c1n3: yeah. big time.
thyl4c1n3: so drown in your poison and lies, you pathetic she-spider
thyl4c1n3: we will be enjoying ourselves again in a tropical paradise,
very soon
thyl4c1n3: you need to be slapped
thyl4c1n3: ritual.pdf?
thyl4c1n3: nope
thyl4c1n3: i own no such thing
thyl4c1n3: never made such a thing
thyl4c1n3: you LIE
thyl4c1n3: if you had ANY truth i would respect you
thyl4c1n3: but you don't own a scrap
thyl4c1n3: Dream on, keep dreaming your sick, sad little dreams.
[AWAY]
thyl4c1n3: thyl4c1n3 signed off at 19:53.
He's just mad cause his fat sow of a wife left him. And cause he has no friends and his life sucks. And his bullying tactics don't work on people whose intelligence quotients are orders of magnitude greater than his. And cause his mom had to buy his ticket to costa rica, and cause he got little bitch tears and snot in the ben and jerry's he was cramming into his fat lying face. Oh, and cause he's ugly.
And cause CBGBs is closing. And cause Niwi's cunt smells rotten.
I'd be mad, too.
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10:45 am
[Link] | http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/index.php/Extinct_Marsupial
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06:26 pm
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Attention: Stalker Fuckups - All of you
I don't care how illuminated you think you are, what "mysteries" of the "universe" you "think" you "comprehend".
I'm A Scientist, Goddamnit. I may be a strange one, but that's the fact of the matter.
And regardless of MY personal beliefs or lifestyle, or the vehemence with which you opinion-splatter; your invocation of terms like "Quantum Prana" or "Serpent Gnosis" disinclines me to share my perceptions re: such topics with you, whatever those may be.
Those who know don't talk. Those who talk don't know. -Lao Tzu
Current Music: Dumbshits.
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10:58 pm
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I'm just about done here.
Come on, kids. Follow me to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) actaeon_complex
Current Mood: resolute
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12:51 pm
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Hrm.
First day of school yesterday.
Strange emptiness and chill.
It seems like a fine institution.
Was up until 4 am this morning. Couldnt sleep. Schedule all wonky.
Chi kung was a relief.
So many things are happening at once.
I think Im going to go apply for food stamps on thursday.
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07:45 pm
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Yet more haiku
And an original:
I cant provide you
with any insight into
my attitude, pal
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06:00 pm
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Taking the words right out of my mouth.
I am feeling very warm right now
Please don't disappear
I am spacing out with you
You are the most beautiful entity that I've ever dreamed of
At night I will protect you in your dreams
I will be your angel
You worry so much about not having enough time together
It makes no difference to me
I would be happy with just one minute in your arms
Let's have an extended play together
You're telling me that we live too far to love each other
But your love can stretch further than you and I can see
So how does it make you feel?
Do you know when you look at me it is a salvation
I've been waiting for you so long
I can drive on that road forever
I wish you could exist to live on my planet
Well, it's very hard for me to say these things in your presence
So how does it make you feel?
Current Mood:  anxious
Current Music: AIR
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02:19 pm
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And still more:
She squirts when she cums, Taryn is hardcore
I'm telling you, I get more female ejac porn than I get Viagra spam, now.
So here I am, at my childhood summer home. Mom and Al are down for today, and spaceman23 should be arriving tomorrow morning, with the radiant Ms. Karnaky in tow.
It's a little chilly. But I'll live. really, Im just happy to be here.
There's something that happens every few years here... During the summer the clam population fucking EXPLODES. One year, there were so many baby clams that had washed up onto the shore, during low tide the sand looked paved... little pink and green and purple oblong cobblestones.
This year, its kind of like that, but the clams are hiding a half inch below the sand line.. The only way to can tell is because of the little air bubble divets.
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10:33 pm
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Tomorow:
I head to the beach.. Fantastic.
I start school monday... I have my transcripts and tuition check in my very bag. I have a new grille for the hibachi. I'm ready to fucking go.
I brought a book and a towel and even sunscreen. Yes, its beach-time and if it rains I'm going to have a talk with a certain low-order deity of precipitation.
Believe it.
Right now, Im so thrilled about going back to class on monday... Thrilled and relieved. Lots to look forward to.
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10:59 pm
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Its so weird.
The older I get, the more I relate to Calvin's parents.
I dont relate to Calvin any less mind you, its just that the bone-dry subtlety of their tolerance (or intolearnce) of his hijinx has begun to really sink in... and amuse the hell out of me.
I have always been a Calvin and Hobbes fan, since the strip's initial syndication in the LA Times at my then-tender age of 6; since I was Calvin's age, essentially. Watterson's subjectivist worldview has played a huge part in shaping my own. C & H also made a significant developmental contribution to my vocabulary, cartooning aesthetics, and love of space travel.
Reading The Days Are Just Packed, released at the height of the strip's popularity and dynamicism, is a wealth of insight. Not just into the human condition, but into my own formative influences. My mistrust of authority, my blind ambition, my cynicism, my desire for instant gratification, my overactive imagination, and yes, my love of Krazy Kat... it all comes down to the bratty little kid and his tiger.
Bill Watterson, wherever you are, thank you.
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10:32 am
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yow.
Last night, choreography. And during the day, I worked a little bit on PSoG. It seems that the writing style is far more economic in the first act, and its not surprising that this should be so... There's about a year of difference between beginning and restarting. There are still aspects of the second trip up the mountain that need polishing.
And now I can write the last 40 pages. Yay.
I'm actually quite clear on the last 20, but before Noam arrives at that point, there are two places he must go, and experience. It's those textures I want to work on. And cine the first location is the newly-rebuilt seaside, this weekend will present a fine opportunity to soak in those flavors.
OK. So, school starts in less than a week... Monday afternoon, to be precise. And before all this goes down I have a nice three-day weekend planned at my childhood haunt.
Its been a bitch for the past 5 years... I dont mean to be ungrateful, but the family friends who own the seaside home where I spent every summer of my life since the age of 7... well, their grandchildren are all grown up now. All around my age, in fact, and there are 8 of them. Which means they are always there. So this weekend will be the first time in 5! years that I have been able to visit and stay for more than just one night. My mom has been there occasionally, but usually she takes it after labor day, when it is still hot, but everyone else is back at work. Like me. The only times I have been to the Beach house for any length of time since 1999 have been when I have come down to visit her during her stay, never for longer than 24 h.
So Im very very happy. Im going down on Friday early... since none of my company will be able to come until Saturday, I'll be spending Friday with my mom's bf Al, who likes the beach very much.
Sunday, I may host several people, since W. suggested a day party... it seems like a great idea, except for the parking issue. Its hard to find spots.
Oh, and I have all those books due back to me. Being a librarian is fun.
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10:32 am
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Just... wow
http://www.angelfire.com/extreme4/kiddofspeed/
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03:33 pm
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I am well on my way
to accomplishing everything I set out to do today.
I've made all my calls. All I have left to do is gather mail from downstairs (a chore, since I live so high up and my mailbox is so far far away), and uh, do laundry.
Mostly, during these days when I've been biding my time between starting school and playing gigs, Ive been spending the late morning and early afternoon sunbathing naked on my balcony, getting a bit of a tan before I head to the beach, so I dont roast my ass completely. No matter how much I try, I can't seem to tan my tits. They remain milky white, unscathed by the sun; whereas my arms and legs and even my ass are becoming a sultry nut brown. Go figure.
The perfect accompaniment to nude sunbathing? Cognitive neuroscience, and calculus refreshers. Yes, I am a dork. Mock me if you will.
After I start on the laundry, I think I'll do some writing, either for the article, or on PSoG. PSoG seems like the right choice. I've left it alone for long enough now. Its time to finish that bitch.
I'm REALLY pumped about going to the beach this weekend. AND about going to SCHOOL! BACK to school. Beautiful. The best part will be NOT having to take a full quarter, since Ive satisfied that crap already. YEAH.
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01:39 pm
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It continues.
Cumm ing Dallas is hot between the legs squirting
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02:24 pm
[Link] | Last night, I had a dream that my lover and I were in a seaside hotel. It was late afternoon, and the sun was too low to swim, too cold. But we were planning on running amok in the seaside city, eating steak, playing in the elevator and having a marvelous time.
This was prefaced by our meeting in a courtyard that I visit often in my dreams, except this time it was his bedroom. Outdoors, very interesting.
I have a lot of caffeine in me right now, and none of this is going to be very articulate. I'll make another post later...
In other news, I'm blessed.
That is all.
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03:51 pm
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Language eating itself.
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10:19 am
[Link] | Squirting Carolina spreads them wide
I dont know WHAT it is about this slew of porn spam that keeps finding its way into my box.
My mailbox. Shut up.
Anyway, its all about female ejaculation. I get about 3 Female Ejac spams per diem. From now on, every time I get a new one, I will post it here.
Is this really a turn-on, guys? Sometimes I squirt when I'm on a solo mission, but I tend to hold back when I'm with a partner. I figure it might be messy, or hard to explain, or unattractive. Its frustrating, cause occasionally its hard to come if I don't uh... let fly. And its hard to bring it up, cause then if I DONT squirt, its like anticlimactic and they wonder what they did wrong.... feh.
Im afflicted SO STRANGELY. Not just with my ejaculate. I've got a snot issue. But yesterday, for the first time, I began to develop this strange teariness in my eyes. Resultantly, I got big crumbs in the corners and this morning my eyes were so crusty I couldnt open them! EEWWWW! SNOT IS COMING OUT MY EYES! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!
Seriously.
What. The. Fuck.
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12:47 am
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Fun.
15 years ago:
It was 1990? I was in 2nd grade at a private Jewish school in the valley, hanging out with child actors and the offspring of former members of WINGS. Really.
10 years ago:
It was 1994. I was in 6th grade, and I hated everything and everybody except pistol68 and X-Men comics. Oh, and Nirvana. I was just beginning to have sexual fantasies, some of which have since been fulfilled. I rule.
5 years ago:
It was 1999. I had just thrown my first rave, and was attending lots of them as frequently as possible. I was eating tons of psychedelic drugs, hanging out with awesome people, and producing a public access TV show about local dance culture. My life had not yet totally melted down into a morass of drama and depression as a direct result of these activities. I was 17 and having the time of my fucking life.
3 years ago:
I was a student of neuroscience at Loyola University of Chicago. I had a slew of awesome fucking friends and I miss ALL OF THEM. I had just discovered Kung Fu and took to it like a koi fish to water. I was an active DJ/Promoter, board member of a short-lived NFP artists' collective, and dating an adorable drug dealer with a huge cock. That was REALLY fun.
1 year ago:
I was 21. I was working in a neuroscience lab, and being challenged! I was in my awesome band, playing cooler and cooler gigs. I had just begin to date egradman, who is still one of my favorite playmates, trusted critics and best sounding boards. I have boundless respect for that man and am daily grateful for his presence in my life. 1 year ago, I was just becoming acquainted with a set of friends who are currently among the most cherished and influential people I know. KJ, Paul, Jenn, Will, Orion, Roxy, Peter Martin, pho0ka, _veronica_ (even though I havent seen her since I got sacked), Jupiter, Jesselyn, Porter Tinsley, Rodney, Serotonins all, and all you fuckin' Orange People: You guys rock my fucking socks off! Where have you BEEN all my life? You are the epitome of love, hope, joy and mercy. And I've really got to hand it to spaceman23 and Wolfie. You guys have made such a massive difference in my quality of life over the past year, I literally don't know what I would do without you (be bored, probably). I love you both with all my heart. Thank you for everything you've done and continue to do.
Yesterday:
Was monday. I went to my mom's office, traipsed around Santa Monica, hung out with Ryan and got paid to watch commercials for Dentyne Ice.
Today:
I was awakened at 8 am by my grandfather, alerting me that a man had come to his house with a warrant for my arrest. I quickly gathered my effects and exited my place of residence, figuring whoever was looking for me was probably smart enough to track down my current address. Later it came to light that I was "only" being served with a lawsuit. Come and get me, fuckers! Ha! Until this came to my attention, I spent the afternoon hiding out at MUTAYTOR HQ, dubbing promotional tapes and hanging out with Audra and Tay. I just got home from a dance class with the Fabulous SuzEQ.
Tomorrow:
I head to the Old School, pick up transcripts and a letter of recommendation, and prepare to forge ahead with my medical training. Tally Ho!
Current Mood: itchy
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10:09 pm
[Link] | The Good News: I am totally enamored with life, and the people I share it with. Some more than others; you know who you are.
The Bad News: I am full of junk food, and resultantly tired. I am going to bed.
The Strange News: I've been thinking of writing an article for Playboy. Maybe they'll take it. It's in idea phases right now.
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12:35 am
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more haiku
Breathing deeply from
the warmth of your heart as you
hold me in your arms.
My cat is a grey,
furry, undulating mass.
And also, he snores.
I have to get up
at eight am this morning;
seven hours to sleep.
...but the radio wont play this, they call it rebel music, how can you refuse it? If I were president, Id be elected on friday, assasinated on saturday, buried on sunday. -Wyclef Jean
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