Blew my mind

Kudos Huxley

Percys Stories

I was thinking about Percy and Nin today. Percy will be coming home from his stay at my college house this week. It's funny sometimes to think about the kind of conversations dogs would have if they could communicate.

Percy would tell Nin about this magical house he keeps going to. "Its a bigger house." hell say "And the yard is bigger. Many people live there." Nin will be curious.

"What kind of people?" She will say.

"Theyre very loud and... happy. And they look different. Theyre darker."

"darker? They have fur?"

"No the faces are darker. Like black. Theyre black...people..." He doesn't know how to explain.

"Cool!" Nin is very excited "When can I go there?"

"Soon. Soon." Percy is confident.

But he doesn't know what he's talking about. Nin will remember this promise all her life. She doesn't know that she'll never be able to see my big college house. She probably won't be allowed to be in any college house because she's too big.

I feel sorry for Nin. She may never leave that house she's lived in all her life. She'll always be waiting for someone to let her in the car so she can go to that promised land. Every time Percy comes home. She'll ask "Are we going to that house soon?"

"Yeah! Yeah! This time for sure!" Always so confident. And Nin will be very excited.





Do you ever get sad over nothing in particular like this?

I'm at the point now where success is not impossible, but failure is not an option.

We's Da Cool--8/20/08

for the way i said it. it do make sense.r but. thats the boogly. wats the do. marth. blue haired sasquatch. he hit me wit his sord. new internet spelling. s0rd. it mean sword. but of old. happy leper. he watch his claw. it makes it a good idea.

friend writes... mom leave britnety alone!!1 you always eat pursie1 growjhrr . one day i had a dreamg that one day all asian people will have big onessssssss.., wrinkles

back to me
i sense the spyro vistion. i can fly in kaleidascopic tunnels. light and the world. i fell on the rocks. he.he.he.kekekekekekekekeh. kerkekeh. fufufufufufu. how can laughs souhd like that.? its a question of ratios. pal. i sense the jingle. jargonic evolution of brains in microwaves of space organs and apple witches. with funny hats. i m the elementalis. nekomimi MODE activate. im on a fuckkkkikkiningf ranpage. take that, muthafucka. i'm missing my mind!!!!!!! hardeharharhar. we are gatherede here today to witness the bond between this man and his carefully dug grave. not you anonymous whobody! that tree its crying sap. new idea. humans

he back.


its wearing down now peoples. we s going to go watch harold n kumar. but first, a mind boggling conclusion:

a day isnt exactly 24 hours. it is actually closer to 23 hours than 24. so that means, that atomic clock is based on the movement of the earth, and the clock on the comp is based on the atomic clock. that means, that the value of one second is constantly fluctuating. sometimes, 1 second could become 2. we'de never know it. thats kinda like the economy. the only people who know it are the people with money.

I laff at moses. for he is teh furry one. blessed teh ten commandmentts . for they is true untrue. fo that is the way of such things. downtown. percy. percy is under hte table. he is absurd. you can trust him, but unfortunately, you cannot. he keeps your soul and keeps your undershorts. I under stands yiou friends. i trusts you completely. heheheehhhhh.... blech. i ate a raisin. not tonight. long ago. holy shit. teh end

once upona tyme, there was a named named bozo,wow slip of the minkd too many times in my 3 hours of life itself . i once knwe a man from naboo who could can paly the game called vodoo. Itoday when over mgihty mouses hose, he gave me a magical fountine inhis room where he made me smoke the damn trhing untilo my eyes bleed away. tonight was fun indeed, we played brawl till we sleeped. hope you have a fun tim ein colleggeee......meow. nekomimi allthe way man, shit, youre just like alltoehr whores out there that r ho fo show, bitch!! my face donutsxsn and lakative =migbhty shit. dont mess with chuck n orris JIGGLY PUFF JIGGLY KICK!^_^

percy is the man of sorts. he knows his shit. true like no other. o hope he keeps in that mindset. this is like his job. i owe him loads. the cabinet beach. of saids and cabinet sawse. graboid. why. i think so. ither whey, i think its time to wrap up. we goings upstairs. goodnigh, sleep tight, dont let the bedbugs paralyze!

Ipod USB cords are Phail.

I was in the midst of syncing a huge amount of music to my video Ipod when my little brother picked it up off the table. Now, if the engineers down at Apple knew shit about what they were doing, this simple act should have had little to no repercussions. Apparently, that's not the case. The shoddy hardware in the USB slot somehow became disconnected and all 30 GB of data, all lists, all favorites were deleted from the Ipod instantly. Yeah, I'm complaining here. This sucks. It really f*cking sucks.

To Macintosh: learn how to make dependable equipment.

8-17-08: Excellent here.

This is something I wrote a long-ass time ago I reread it today and laughed my ass off. It's hillarious, and I think I was onto something. I just can't remember what. I'll get more relics from my past later.
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Finally got my Guild wars. Is not so bad a game, that 'un their. hahaha. typlo. lo. and behold. get owned. listening to some butt munchies. signing in. oh damn. its recorded history. recorded? i rate bob marley. he got some mad smoove toones. thats good stuff. mr. marley. you would think. but by god! youve got to get mad! youve got to say wait a goddammened minute. I'm a human being dammit! every night. we need to think like this, people. the government is our enemy. we need to see through our doubt. we need to look not to iraq, but to ourselves. We've got to look at aourselves. weve got to say, I'ma human being godammit! I'm going to fight! and realize the strenght that we the people have. I propose a self governing. no. we need to go back to the medieval trade system. barter and gold. it works out better. we sould have a different system too. self governing, perhaps. every single person is responsible for his actions, and those of the ones around him. and if he chooses wrongly, then he sould be payed falsly by his neighbors. no. thats like an honor system. what would be better than that? whats a better leader system than that? communism? laughable. it cant work. plus, thats economic only. i need leader system. howzabout... not council, theyll only quarrel. holy shit. i just got a great idea for a book. a guy, far in the futuure, say, about 2 or 3 thousand years. and say, this lad, in the year 3000-4000 CE suddenly stumbles upon an object, an artifact. one touch upon this artifact, he is suddenly plunged into multiple realities one at a time. these realities reveal to him what his year and time would be like if another system of government (ie, monarchy, dictatorship
, olligarchy, senate, theocracy) had become world wide, rather than democracy. after dying in each, he is transported to the next. thus, he expieriences a day in the life of each reality, experiencing many things in each, thus gaining a view at the the lives of each economic class (he has to be in a very noble life, or rise to one, like krispos, for each.) he explores eeach economic class and is killed some how at the end of each (I had an idea: for the monarchy one, he can be way in the downclass side of the planet, and an old leper woman begging for coins latches onto him. after kicking her off, he notices teh scratch marks on his arms. Thus the nobleboy is struck leper. i will now have a long section describing the slow process of dying from leprosy. it will be long, and sad, and painful, and it will make you cry. at the end. it will be sad.) anyway, at the end of each in a battle or something, or something. the beginning will be instant. as soon as he dies, he awakens on a bed, or cot, or something, in the next life. So his lives in each story are going to be like awakening from a very deep sleep. in the next life.
at the end, he will be returned to his body, in his own reality,only he is in a hospital, after just being hit by a car (the object was in the middle of the road).

zomg. the leper scene. I'm going to do it so well. the audience will be sad, and disgusted, and wont be able to breath, cause its amazing. this will be after a few of the other stories, most definitely third or fourth. after a few days in the life of a noble, he recieves word from his nobleman father that the army is mobilizing for war. he will be enlisted in the army, at his father's will ( something about honor and duty.) . he will go willingly, because he must uphold his honor, noble young men in this society are always expected to go to war. when marching through the peasant district, an old leprous beggar woman crawls to his leg, and pulls, begging for money. he slaps at her until she lets go, feeling a barely perceptible pain in his leg where she had grabbed him. he finds out later, after he is out of his armor, and at camp, that it is a scratch mark on his leg from the leprous woman. (in thsi society, cures for leprousy have not been researched, because no king ever saw the matter as much of an importance. ) he is full of despair. he cries out to his companions, denying that he was scratched, but they know the truth. the proceeding passages describe the bleeding and other attempts at cures the men tried on him. none of it works. after a few days on teh trail,, he starts to notice that his toes don't feel cold. as this feeling start to spread, he is talking to his friends, and accidentally lets slip that he doesn't feel cold at all. they are all shocked. they know now. he is shunned, and forced to make the journey back, alone. at home, he is forced to walk through all of the suburbs, all of the poor districts, all teh beggars to get to his house. he makes it there, and the next few chapters describe his rotting process. his father atttempts to fund this process at first, throwing everything he owned to the scientists to research a cure. it is thanks to this that he goes bankrupteventually. banished to the peasants world,, he is forced to stay in a closed off district of town, reserved for lepers. he is kept in a darkened room, watching himself die slowly, piece by piece. to be begun after my current book. it will be so much fun to write it. pullitzer prize, baby!

Zomg the economy. thats standards. teh creakin chirpits. they crickiety crockety. o fucks and balls. you lie. you lied to teh colony. doom and biscuits. thats a lamp fulla shells. they came from the sea. like the black lagoon. thatsthe shit. revvy a shootemup. damn. she too cool. nick. now that he finally got a chance to get high, he decides it would be a bad idea. he's totally content to live under his parents wing.

meh. new thought

Dinosaurs. maybe their skeletons were put together wrong? what if the T rex should have a really long neck,Finally got my Guild wars. Is not so bad a game, that 'un their. hahaha. typlo. lo. and behold. get owned. listening to some butt munchies. signing in. oh damn. its recorded history. recorded? i rate bob marley. he got some mad smoove toones. thats good stuff. mr. marley. you would think. but by god! youve got to get mad! youve got to say wait a goddammened minute. I'm a human being dammit! every night. we need to think like this, people. the government is our enemy. we need to see through our doubt. we need to look not to iraq, but to ourselves. We've got to look at aourselves. weve got to say, I'ma human being godammit! I'm going to fight! and realize the strenght that we the people have. I propose a self governing. no. we need to go back to the medieval trade system. barter and gold. it works out better. we sould have a different system too. self governing, perhaps. every single person is responsible for his actions, and those of the ones around him. and if he chooses wrongly, then he sould be payed falsly by his neighbors. no. thats like an honor system. what would be better than that? whats a better leader system than that? communism? laughable. it cant work. plus, thats economic only. i need leader system. howzabout... not council, theyll only quarrel. holy shit. i just got a great idea for a book. a guy, far in the futuure, say, about 2 or 3 thousand years. and say, this lad, in the year 3000-4000 CE suddenly stumbles upon an object, an artifact. one touch upon this artifact, he is suddenly plunged into multiple realities one at a time. these realities reveal to him what his year and time would be like if another system of government (ie, monarchy, dictatorship
, olligarchy, senate, theocracy) had become world wide, rather than democracy. after dying in each, he is transported to the next. thus, he expieriences a day in the life of each reality, experiencing many things in each, thus gaining a view at the the lives of each economic class (he has to be in a very noble life, or rise to one, like krispos, for each.) he explores eeach economic class and is killed some how at the end of each (I had an idea: for the monarchy one, he can be way in the downclass side of the planet, and an old leper woman begging for coins latches onto him. after kicking her off, he notices teh scratch marks on his arms. Thus the nobleboy is struck leper. i will now have a long section describing the slow process of dying from leprosy. it will be long, and sad, and painful, and it will make you cry. at the end. it will be sad.) anyway, at the end of each in a battle or something, or something. the beginning will be instant. as soon as he dies, he awakens on a bed, or cot, or something, in the next life. So his lives in each story are going to be like awakening from a very deep sleep. in the next life.
at the end, he will be returned to his body, in his own reality,only he is in a hospital, after just being hit by a car (the object was in the middle of the road).

zomg. the leper scene. I'm going to do it so well. the audience will be sad, and disgusted, and wont be able to breath, cause its amazing. this will be after a few of the other stories, most definitely third or fourth. after a few days in the life of a noble, he recieves word from his nobleman father that the army is mobilizing for war. he will be enlisted in the army, at his father's will ( something about honor and duty.) . he will go willingly, because he must uphold his honor, noble young men in this society are always expected to go to war. when marching through the peasant district, an old leprous beggar woman crawls to his leg, and pulls, begging for money. he slaps at her until she lets go, feeling a barely perceptible pain in his leg where she had grabbed him. he finds out later, after he is out of his armor, and at camp, that it is a scratch mark on his leg from the leprous woman. (in thsi society, cures for leprousy have not been researched, because no king ever saw the matter as much of an importance. ) he is full of despair. he cries out to his companions, denying that he was scratched, but they know the truth. the proceeding passages describe the bleeding and other attempts at cures the men tried on him. none of it works. after a few days on teh trail,, he starts to notice that his toes don't feel cold. as this feeling start to spread, he is talking to his friends, and accidentally lets slip that he doesn't feel cold at all. they are all shocked. they know now. he is shunned, and forced to make the journey back, alone. at home, he is forced to walk through all of the suburbs, all of the poor districts, all teh beggars to get to his house. he makes it there, and the next few chapters describe his rotting process. his father atttempts to fund this process at first, throwing everything he owned to the scientists to research a cure. it is thanks to this that he goes bankrupteventually. banished to the peasants world,, he is forced to stay in a closed off district of town, reserved for lepers. he is kept in a darkened room, watching himself die slowly, piece by piece. to be begun after my current book. it will be so much fun to write it. pullitzer prize, baby!

Zomg the economy. thats standards. teh creakin chirpits. they crickiety crockety. o fucks and balls. you lie. you lied to teh colony. doom and biscuits. thats a lamp fulla shells. they came from the sea. like the black lagoon. thatsthe shit. revvy a shootemup. damn. she too cool. nick. now that he finally got a chance to get high, he decides it would be a bad idea. he's totally content to live under his parents wing.

meh. new thought

Dinosaurs. maybe their skeletons were put together wrong? what if the T rex should have a really long neck, and the brontosaurus had a head on a raptors body? how strange.

shoo fly. and the brontosaurus had a head on a raptors body? how strange.

shoo fly.

Back in writing

Well, It's been a while since i last typed. Looks like my book is going to have to be missing a huge chunk of my process. I failed to record pretty much all of my Freshman year of college. I think I'll have to upload a few of my older manuscripts. they are pretty f*cking wild, I gotta warn you. still, it's gonna be a blast once i get this rolling again. you'll get high just from reading what I'm gonna write.

Well, thanks to all my fans for hanging in there, reading what I've typed. I'm just gonna ramble now, okay? green lights flashing holy mother of what a spaceship... whoa. frickin...omigod. it's fucking everywhere, man. It's in my head. It's playin games with my mind. webcam. they watchin me now. they watches me typin. they watches me masturbate.... damn. that's crazy. you know, if you have a webcam plugged in, the government can watch you from your computer any time of day. Alright, that was a joke. But it could be true, right? PATRIOT ACT. You have no rights. We'll see what happens. I'm sure this recession will get much worse. I can't imagine how fucked up a depression would be. There would be so much crime, people would have to fight for their homes. damn. forget that scenario. I just got this wierd ringing in my ears, and it kept speeding up until it's like a propeller blade. crazy. Whell, I'm off to play some spore.

btw:
Tom Ammiano is pushing for legal weed. Support!

Yo Easy.

Dedicated to: Nin. and Percy. Good dog.s
So. This is it eh? This is the empty lot. This is home. Welcome home, space ranger. Welcome home. I'm here with your wife and kids space ranger. they want to say one thing, space ranger. Welcome home, Space ranger. Wecome home. Damn. I'm with my bro and my brodog. PErcy and Joe. Theyre hanging out with me right now. But they all just wanna say, welcome home space ranger. welcome home. Im all in with this koolaid and icecream. except, i have no ice cream right now. Now I have ice cream. and I am filled with joy. and ice cream.
White Light. i see it. it all around me. This light show don't stop. i'm loving it all the time. damn. it outta the world. I gotta love this shit man. It's pure win. Its pure win(HA) that's been curled into a ball. And pure win is some really heavy stuff. to get enough of it to make some kind of ball, you must have several thousand tons of win. a mere wisp of pure win is enough to kill any human being. from sheer win. so this ball, so dense and heavy that it falls to the countertop, crushes its creators hands into oblivion, continues downwards through the counter, throught the linoleum floor, and concrete shell, throught the ground, through the crust, the mantle, through magma (which melts before it). and into the center of the world, thus making the world win powered.!!!!!!! i win. I have the answer.

Legal

I don't know this man, but I love him. Listen up, folks.

Epic

It just is.