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2004 7 May :: 7.02pm
:: Mood: accomplished
stumblingfumblingrumblingDOWNTHEHILL
Jack and Jill:Went up the hill:To fetch a pail of w a t e r.
Jack fell down:And broke his crown:And Jill came tumbling a f t e r.
I wish somebodyanybodysomeTHING would draw this for me. This terrific visual I have of the poem that was far tootoo dirty for leetle cheeldren.
A comic. Set in the 19th century perhaps. With button down shirts and peasant blouses and chemises and bodices. YESYESIWANTTHIS.
Panel 1: Jack and Jill. Teenagers. Jack is young & young & FARTOOYOUNG to be willing & Jilling. It shows the two standing side by side. He is nubile. She is voluptuous. And holds a wooden BUCKET.
"Jack and Jill.."
Panel 2: Shadows of the two. A [silent] hill they walk up. An old well at the top.
"Went up the hill.."
Panel 3: The bucket is on the ground, upside down. Jill's blouse is on top of it.
"To fetch a pail of water."
Panel 4: Jack looks frightened. Jill's hand is pressing him downwards & his shirt is opened. She is smiling coyly.
"Jack fell down.."
Panel 5: Jack=orgasmface. Possibly nothing below the chest.
"..and broke his crown.."
Panel 6: Jill=orgasmface.
"..and Jill.."
Panel 7: The two. Intercourse.
"..came tumbling after."
It's genius. I'll sell quadrillions.
.. if I could draw.
..and if I were to include the second verse I dunno what I'd do. Probably something about Jack over there having an STD.
HELLO EVERYONE. I am [not]enjoying Champagne-flavored Jellosnacks.
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2004 22 April :: 12.35am
:: Mood: angry
:: Music: dullcricketschirpingandthesliceoftheirviolentviolins
motherfucker[daddyimean]
I'msorry.I'msorry.I'msorry.
Rundown:
I have been in Malaysia. My grandmother is dying and cannot take care of all the things she owns there [eye ee, she runs an entire hotel line] and me beingthe only grandson must take care of it.
Foshizzleahno. I'msorry. I'msorry I haven't been here. I'm sorry I haven't gotten to e-mails. The systems there aren't really advanced and Woohu.com is a tough server to get to on their slowslowcomputadores.
A gain, I apologize.
Crowe, I do believe I lost your e*mails and I apologize for that too. I didn't mean to.
This situation=screwedandnotevenkissed.
Off to enjoy a restless night at home. Worry is eating at me.
I n s o m n i a , h e r e I c o m e.
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2004 8 April :: 8.01pm
:: Music: Noah's Dove -- 10,000 Maniacs
the land was free and it cost their lives
I'm afraid Biosis is...dead. For a while, at least. Both of us [Jenna and myself] have issues that need sorting out.
Still. I'd hate to lose this place, just in case we decide to start it up in the future.
Should I doll out the $2 to keep it in stasis?
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2004 26 February :: 9.29pm
:: Mood: frustrated
:: Music: Walkthisway.x.Aersomith
fingers that smell like meat grinders.
You are what you've made yourself to be, and as much as I'm fucking sory for having to be there for you, I'm going to keep laughing at you when you fall.
Don't think you do NOT deserve this.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
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2004 25 February :: 7.21pm
:: Mood: ecstatic
WHITE
MOTHERFUCKING
BUTTERFLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
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