Sunday, April 01, 2007obviously, my life as an alien mormon.alright, i have a few confessions to make.i've converted to mormonism, so now i can't have coffee or penis.i was recently married on my homeplanet of Claire. in the town Supwitchu, Nuie.so that's what's supwitchme.Also, buy some shares of Cuntron, Inc, located adjacent to Supwitchu, Nuie, in Memphis, Tennessee.Also, in related news. when i get to heaven, because i'm mormon now, i am going marry Ayn Rand. because she'll probably be there too. because she always wanted to be mormon..in other related news, i've now had children, and have adopted the title of proud parent. yum yum babies. andddddddd gerber life insurance.and commas. ,, ,,,,,, ,, , ,,, ,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,ima start comma farming.goodbye.12:27 AM - 4 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
christ. and then whoever happens to be working at my mint farm.
i like music that cheers me up. or lets me vent. i like it loud sometimes. quiet sometimes. ask me what i listen to. as of riggght now, i have Nancy Sinatra stuck in my head. typically, lou, iggy, bowie, patti, t.rex, misfits, ABBA, mr.cooper, the lips, Jefferson Airplane, MJ, new york dolls, queen, prodigy (the), ramones, sexy pistols, stooges, who, Velvet Underground, hedwig. nick drake. iron maiden. the cramps, daniel johnston, the cure. deathcab, elton john. forgotten rebels, e.smith, cohen, bob dylan, ze locust, bloooood brothers, shins, hedwig, marilyn, cabaret voltaire, goldfrapp...arthur brown n cocorosie. B-52’s. andd. some more. peaches.
Karen pulled at the cinched elastic waistband of her forest green sweatpants. She was repositioning her girth. She didn’t think it demeaning whatsoever. On her mind was which variety of Krispy Kreme she was going to purchase at the convenience store she was striding toward. She pulled her swollen hand from her pants, catching a white zircon stone in the elastic creases. She’d bought this imitation diamond for herself. The shirt she wore wasn’t properly tucked in, and flaps of her butter white satin blouse hung behind her catching the wind. Karen’s double-knotted runners met the sidewalk with graceless force, making an abrasive scrape that she took no notice of. The same breeze that rippled the satin rippled the excess flesh on Karen’s neck. The steps on the cement amplified this. Her lips hung open, and her bloated, childlike cheeks gave her face unity. A combination of the crisp morning and her activity gave these cheeks a notable tinge of red. Karen’s skin had a natural sheen, and the exertion presented by walk was intensifying the degree of her forehead’s luster. On her forest green leisurewear was the glaze from yesterday’s selection of Krispy Kreme. Karen took no notice of this.
i like zombies. i like revelling at neurotic people. i want to have an orchard of plums. and then a mint farm.
interested in poetry as well.. coffee. again. making people lose : / froclicking obscenities. denouncing religion. "you have to be religious to be sacreligious." applesauce. cuddling. art club subhumans. faggotry. pie, again. apple. apples, really. only cold Granny Smith ones. not Chi Chi LaRue. scary nightmares associated with that. Amanda Lepore. glamorous sex changes. sleeping in the nude. gumption. Ayn fuckin' Rand. Mr.Carroll. Vachel Lindsay. James Joyce. Kurty V, jr. Oscar Wilde: fuck me. mr.King. James st. James. NOT: Danielle Steele Tom Clancy Louis L'amour Yaan Martel Chaucer, enjoyably. Shakespeare, too, while we're on the topic.you, over there.
and Zan and Jayna: The Wonder Twins. the valley of the dinosaurs.obscene hairstyles.people who make spectacles of themselves.Cesar Romero as Joker.Kurt Vonnegut.&