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its has been long mr blog. how thou art?
- aesthetics0
its has been long mr blog. how thou art?
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-Listening to Van Morrison's Moondance. Superb song, superb album.
-Eating ham sandwiches.
-Makin' crap for a mag.
-Wondering why TF gets all that unconditional love and unconditional hate.
- Gorbie0
* the irony strikes Gorbie like a bolt from Zuess. the only reason he still comes to NT is to read posts from a select few who comment only on the world as they see it inside a thread meant to be a parody of itself.
* Lighning strikes twice as Gorbie thinks of Rand's commentary of the club kid attire.. ... . .
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It's Zeus, not Zuess :P
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* Gorbie's life shatters like a laotian landmine bursting thousands of years of lost, aimless, human existence - evapoating into clouds drifting over arid desert landscapes culminating into thunderstorms so powerful god holds his bed frame and cries into her pillow and begs for mercy.
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D: Sit down man, find your neutral space. You have done something to your brain. You have made it high. If I lay 10 mills of diazipan on you, you will do something else to your brain, you will make it low. Why trust one drug rather than the other. That politics ain't it.
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I'm going to eat some sugar. D: I recommend you smoke some more grass.
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No way, no fucking way. D: That is an unfortunate political decission.
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What are you talking about Danny? D: If you are holding onto a rising balloon you are presented with a difficult political decission - let go while you've still got the chance or hold onto the rope and continue getting higher.
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saving this for posterity:
"6:30am: alarms kicks in.
7:00: outta bed, coffee, shower
8:00: rail of blow on my dash board, drive to work, palms sweating.
8:05: get into work park in the shade, run into work, don't make eye contact.
9:00: couple bumps in the bathroom, log onto NT to pacify my rampant cocaine babble urge.
10:30: smoke some dirty brown bud in the back with all the bums going to the soup kitchen.
11:00: back on NT, totally incoherent but still trying to communicate.
12:30: out to lunch, get into my car in the shade. pull the seat back, tie off my arm and slam some H. pass out for an hour.
1:30: rail of coke on my dash and back into work.
2:00: back on NT, can't even read the text cause my eyes are throbbing.
3:00 & 4:00: bump up in the pisser, wash my face, back onto NT.
5:00: wake up and run out to my car, swerve in and out of lanes, park and rush up to my dank, smelly apartment.
6:00: force down a hot dog and some cereal.
7:00: shoot up some more H and have pour some cheap brandy.
9:00: pass out watching PBS with a cigarette lit.
9:05: wake up with my fingers burning. stomp out the smoke in my carpet.
9:10: stumble to bed, pass out again.
Gorbie
(may 10 04, 14:37)
- e-wo0
KILL THIS THREAD.
I clicked on it by accident and bygodthatsafuckinhorrendousthrea...
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willkommen, e-wo.
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willkommen,
Gorbie
(may 10 04, 16:03)
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bienvenue, welcome. Im kabaret, au cabaret, to cabaret...
- grayhood0
i forgot to buy my mother flowers on easter, and i didn't send a card on her birthday, various family members called to remind me it was mother's day and that i had better do something to make up for my heartless ungestures. sunday morning i got a girl from work to help me pick out something from the store that my mom would like b/c i honestly have no idea what mom's are into. after settling on a pink and yellow terrycloth bath robe, i handed over the plastic and asked for a gift receipt, had the cashier wrap it b/c i don't own and wrapping paper and there was no way the comic section of the metro paper was going to fly this time. i jumped in my car to drive to my parents house for dinner, i had to do this because i waited to the morning of mother's day to buy the gift and it was obliviously too late to mail the robe that would (hopefully) make my mom love me again. i got all the home and realize i didn't buy a card, the first thing i see sitting on the table are fresh flowers, they are for my mother, from my little brother, with a card attached (damn him) the card reads "happy mothers day love, chris (the good son)" damn him again. i imagine the robe has a greater perceived value then the flowers and the fact that i am had delivering the gift will hopefully make up for my lack of a thoughtful card mass produced by hallmark, the company that cares. either that or it will just prove that i waited to the last min to throw together an acceptable mother's day for the woman that carried me in her womb.
glad to see the blogging. i had a turkey club for lunch, the bacon wasn't nearly crispy enough.
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today i decided that i will call everyone "rory" it makes remember names a lot easier.
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only God can kill a blog
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dear bl0g,
My current vocabulary is nowhere near sufficient in its ability to express my true distaste for the realestate industry and for those who perpetuate extortionate practices within it's dark cloud. I had left-over matter paneer for lunch. i am no longer hungery. my youth is gone and today it died.
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the dog let a ripper and left the room.
- Gorbie0
eeEEEWWwwaaahh!