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About Me

Once there was a little shabbadoo and some creatrix, crispy X2. Meanwhile, daddy warmed his bucks with his buttocks. After the mentalbalm hiccups subsided, a little shabbadon't and milk was added while anything "boo" became "boob" (boob bear, ceeboob) and the instant breakflesh flash and I have always been interested in creative pursuits. Will somebody please shut up those animated, talking babies for the last time?! I don't wanna see any damn animated babies! It's stupid! Stop it! I really need to see more car commercials, especially since I don't drive and I can barely afford what I have. My background includes experience and schooling in fine art, animation, fiction writing, and I am currently involved in ongoing productions with experimental sound recordings. I don't know if I'm any good at any of it though I can't get enough of that Sugar Crisp. Pass that over here, Sugar Bear. Puff-puff. I wonder why Tony the Tiger is always hanging out with young boys? Do I currently seem to be preoccupied with breakfast cerials? Hey! Quit teasing Sonny with those Coco-Puffs you kids! Ya wanna make 'em go coo-coo? Go for the Boo-Berries! Buzz-buzz-BS-buzz. What's the buzz? Bees? Nasonex, Honey Nut Cheerios, a whole stupid animated feature? Bees do not have noses, not even animated ones. Get the bug spray! Barney, get your hands off Fred's Fruity Pebbles! And by the way, kids, give that Leprechaun his fake marshmallows and friskies and quit bothering him.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Kromad, Count Hotep, The Snake, Kovish, The Helions, Quisp- screw Quake, and I would particularly like to meet the Baroness, from the '80s GI Joe cartoon. *ouch* She's hottttttts-s-s-s-s. I'd like to meet those who have similar interests and who are open to new possibilities and potential in the creative realm. I'd like to meet more people who don't mind when I turn into the Trix Rabbit after tastin' the fruit flavors-- raspberry red, lemon yellow, orange orange... Yahoo! I would like to meet Chuck E. Cheese to ask him why he never shows up to help me mop up my flooded floor. He helps other kids clean up their rooms and paint fences, what about me?! That freakin' cartoon mouse!

My Blog

Some Seek the Glick

A thwarted translation. Cut and paste to a function with less than accurate results. Curiosity left to wander with no answer clear. Slapping the sounds of words around on the page, in the windows, the...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 07:34:00 GMT

getting that way

Things are good when I know such hostility exists, yet I am protected by a force-field. The muttering threats, of calling me a "bitch," and shit like that are irrelevant. Any mention of my being a "nu...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 19:34:00 GMT

Familiar Places

The same old thing... I was hoping to wake up a new man, but it didn't happen. I was hoping things around me would change for the better somehow, but it didn't happen. The spinning of doctors, tasks a...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 03:42:00 GMT

Polarized

Reversed the only always, as the past remembers its tail and tells of the failure. Poor people, humans, creatures, animals with language, they fail. A lonely voice in a screaming crowd, listening to n...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 20:47:00 GMT

How are the dead peope doing? (lyric)

I have noticed that sometimes people get hurt when they are shot with guns. I guess it must be fun -- fun, fun, fun, to be dead. Skulls crushed, flattened and sprayed, all those who disobeyed the trai...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Nov 2007 08:14:00 GMT

Then Suddenly, Last Salad (the incredible, editable egg)

What was the event that turned the table's brown? I read the labels. My bell's navels and waves afloat. Wavy Gravy for another understanding -- understanding the expected routine egg. Reoriented to ap...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 21:01:00 GMT