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, wife-modir, Will Shatter, will expire, wimp factor, wimpfheimer, windover, window roar, windsucker, wine cooler, Winona, wiseacre, wit wither, witcracker, with a "wa", with fly stars, with pleasure, with razors, with razors, (with a sneer), witlether, witsnapper, Wdka, wofuller, Wonder Bra, word monster, wordmeister, worm burper, worrier, wrench a tear, wrist watchers, wrongdoer, wygoda, x-factor, x-pander, Xhosa, xpelair, xplora, Y'wanna?, Ya Honza, ya gotta, yeah er ah, yeahyeahyeahs, years squandered, yeer to yeer, yehuda, yellow fur, yellow star, yer maggers, Yes massa!, yi terror, Yo c'mere!, yo mama, Yo-Yo Ma, Yom Kippur, you are a, You betcha?, you betchya, you're cooler, your butter, youre devoir, yours mine ours, youth culture, yuoor footoore, zazima, /zh/ occurs, zillionaire, zip sniffer, Zooropa, Zoot Allures, Zoroaster, Zozima
Al Roker 1
Albert Speer 1
Ann Landers 1
Bea Arthur 1
Beck 1
Ben Dover 1
Beretta, 1
Bern Porter 1
Bette Midler 1
Billy Shears, 2
Billy Squier 2
Black Panther, 2
Bob Barker, 2
Brad Majors 2
Braun Eva 2
C¾sar 9
C¾ser 2
Cheers, 7
Cher, 3, 4
Chuck Yeager 2
Cole Porter 2
Cop Killer, 2
Darth Vader 3
Def Lepper 3
Demi Moore 3
Either/Or, 3
Elijah, 3
Epstein-Barr, 3
Frank Stella 4
Frank Zappa 4
Franz Kafka 4
Fred Astaire 4
Gen X 4
Gere 4
Gray Panthers, 4
Hitler 5
Hot Tuna 5
Hugh Hefner 5
Hugh Kenner 5
Jack Spicer 6
Jane Fonda 6
Jean Renoir 6
Joan Rivers 6
Joe Mama 6
Joe Strummer 6
Judge Wapner 6
Katie Beers 6
Kurt Schwitters 6
Lesley Gore 6
Lord Haw-Haw 6
Madonna, 6
Mahatma 6
Max Yasgur 7
Mehr Baba, 7
Michael Kors 7
Mick Jagger 7
Paul Anka 8
Pauly Shore 8
Peter Pears 8
Phair 8
Phil Spector 8
Richard Gere 9
Ringo Starr 9
Roseanne Barr 9
Roshumba 9
Rush Limbaugh 9
Russ Meyer 9
Sai Baba, 9
Shah 9
Stiv Bator 10
Ted Turner 10
Thurston Moore 11
Tina 5
I surf, I write, I link, therefore, I am the most singular woman in the world
is often not the half of it
in the sliver seat
neath carrie and the african sun
i scarcely see the use of it except to help her achieve multiple orgasms while writhing
impaled on my dick while Lisa and Jennifer take turns tweaking her nipples and diddling her clit what I really want is for Jennifer to use that riding crop on my
bare behind, make me suffer for her love, then sit on my face and allow me to lick her
sacred privates until I cum cum cum my submission has been processed meanwhile Lisa is also craving the whip, willing to do ANYTHING for her love
Goddess: willing to drink her piss, submit to her every whim, trembling
excitedly oh please treat me however you want, i am humbly yours, dear mistress,
pierce my flesh with your love needles Lisa's submission has yet to be processed I am so happy that there is no more school, got an "A-" on my term paper, no more Ms. Mary
and her crazy little numbers-worked my LAST nerve- (John Bussell) counting dendrites sprouting from my forehead, like some hellish
sculpture, fleshy tendrils engaged in differential calculus
until I can't sleep any more help I should'nt have eaten that
second sugar cube, now I'm shrinking while the dendrites continue to grow - they
resemble Joe-Pye weed, where are the butterflies when you need them the nightmare is here; we are part of the nightmare, so savor it 'cause the end is no where near and i don't know if this will go anywhere, does it matter?
it is only the process that matters, the act of writing it, me
just spewing out what i think...does anyone care? certainly not me,
the writer. just imagine english toffees nearing the pointo of insanity
(while) napping with an imaginary elephant child almost....
nothing makes sense, my life doesnt make sense, but that's alright
i'm alright, i'm okay, no reallly, i'm not that fucked up...
call out the guards, i'm having a moment of clarity, it's true
no really, it's just cloudy out so i have to be clear on the inside
will people actually read this?? does anyone care? i wish someone
would, will you care for me? no i can take care of myself, thank
you very much, i'm in love! with a beautiful thought, an idea
a moment in time, nothing else, what's my idea? in the begining
there was the word and the word was,......no, not GOD, heaven
(!) forbid, i don't believe in god, god is dead, long live the
beginning of the rest of our lives, love, me, love my ideas,
silly as they may be, but all of us have a silly strech a mile
wide, if you don't im sorry, how do you get one? just think back
to the last time you giggled at something that happened a long
time ago, and everyone turned to look at you to wonder what
you were snickering at, and you just smiled and continued to
giggle, that's the silly feeling you want to capture, hold on
to it and never let it go, think silly thoughts, it's never
too late to have a happy childhood, suck on tootsie pops for as
long as you can before you bite them, suck on everything in sight
suck it up, let it out, suck me, love me, 'love shook my senses
like wind crashing on mountain oaks' (Sappho), do tags work in
this sentence? if they do, check out my homepage at:
www-leland.stanford.edu/~jcaleshu
it's really cool.....this sentence will live on, it will eat
you up and spit you out and never let you goooooooooooooooo
jennie jeffries jerked a jar of jaundiced gerbils so how many pecks of pickled peckers can Peter Parker prick ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^CALL YOUR MOTHER! CALL YOUR MOTHER! CALL YOUR MOTHER!^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^ "splish splash, I was Jim Jones" -J. Osterberg "if tonight belongs to you, tomorrow's mine" -P. Westerberg , God to humans: quit fucking up my planet! Cuando terminara esta oracion? he wanted to rub his dick against the soles of her scrumptious feet,
feel his balls bump against her heel, shoot straight up in the air and
hear her surprised laugh , time now for a picnic on Mars, where the air is oh so clear So I looked at my hat AND SCREAMED!!!!! PERIOD .
So I looked at my hat AND SCREAMED!!!!! PERIOD .
there was a time when free flowing thoughts came easily, but now everything races through the gray matter at various speeds, overlapping and preventing deep concentration on any one subject, the only time this is avoided is when there is an overwhelming distraction or a sense of responsibility that causes a short period of focus, experiences are many and varied over a long period of time, but under close inspection they may seem far between, the sense of being a part of an entity or union limits freedom more and more, hard to understand the fundamental changes to one's essence, and there goes another heavy sigh attached to a weighty contemplation shoting off into space... there was a time when free flowing thoughts came easily, but now everything races through the gray matter at various speeds, overlapping and preventing deep concentration on any one subject, the only time this is avoided is when there is an overwhelming distraction or a sense of responsibility that causes a short period of focus, experiences are many and varied over a long period of time, but under close inspection they may seem far between, the sense of being a part of an entity or a union limits personal freedom more and more, hard to understand the fundamental changes to one's essence, and there goes another heavy sigh attached to a weighty contemplation shooting off into space... it's all psychobabble rap to me, so go ahead, fake my day - and by stepping off the curb he stepped into infinity ~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@CALL YOUR MOTHER. CALL YOUR MOTHER. CALL YOUR MOTHER~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@ what ever happened to Scott Miller and Game Theory (the best
unsung band of the 80s)? if anyone knows, please say so -and by the way, Kenneth, what IS the frequency? and by the way, here are a few collaborative actions towards the ubiquity of all times and never, until that God everyone used to be speaking about will become a meta-fictional reality through the realms of Artificial Reality, Saludos desde Sevilla, Ana & Diego. Gregory Scott McNeal is the coolest guy in the entire world,
each day he is thought about and revered by those around him;
next year, his first at Lehigh University will be one of the
best in his life, look him up....... look him down, then squat on the grass and belch like a zebra,
harassing bystanders with your witty prose, or grinning infectiously
like the Pope at a hoe-down I've got your "meta-fictional reality" right here, behind the dog food hello kitty --hello Matt; good night, John-boy Baby Baby Baby don't get hooked on me, ya here...
the wicked cackling of artificial midgets, 60-THE MYSTERY OF MARRIAGE
IS GREAT/ FOR THROUGH IT THE
WORLD BECAME NUMEROUS/ FOR
THE EXISTENCE OF THE WORLD RESTS
UPON MAN/ BUT THE EXISTENCE OF
MAN RESTS UPON MARRIAGE/ UNDERSTAND
THE UNDEFILED INTERCOURSE, FOR
IT HAS GREAT POWER/ ITS IMAGE
IS IN THE DEFILEMENT OF THE AP
PEARANCE/61- AMONG THE UNCLEAN SPIRITS
THERE ARE MALE AND FEMALE/ THE
MALE ARE THEY THAT HAVE INTERCOURSE
WITH THE SOULS WHICH DWELL IN
A FEMALE FORM/ BUT THE FEMALE THAT
ARE MINGLED WITH THOSE IN A MALE
FORM THROUGH A DISOBEDIENT
ONE/AND NO ONE SHALL BE ABLE
TO ESCAPE THESE WHEN THEY
SEIZE HIM UNLESS HE RECEIVES A MALE POWER AND
A FEMALE, WHICH IS THE BRIDEGROOM
AND THE BRIDE.... 62- BE NOT AFRIAD
OF THE FLESH, NOR LOVE IT/ IF YOU
ARE AFRAID OF IT, IT WILL RULE
YOU; IF YOU LOVE IT, IT WILL
SWALLOW YOU UP AND THROTTLE
YOU/ From The Gospel of Philip,
GNOSIS: THE MYSTERIES AND
CHRISTIANITY (An Anthology of
Essene, Gnostic & Christian Writings
), with an introduction by
Andrew Welburn, Floris Books,
1994
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heimsyfirrad eda daudi Why? she then reached behind her back and pulled out a knife
which she held up to the sunlight to drive a ray of light
his eyes This isn't a sentence it is just lots of sentences with no full stops There are lots of strange people out there I just nevre realised my son Sam will be seven yers,old and I will only be 27 right this minute I am sitting in the library of Newcastle University in England and I have one more week until I am either totally happy or inevitably unhappy most of the time I am unhappy I am an artist and I paint Really noone really understands me as little as I understand anyone else Joe told me the other dat that he had just started taking Prozac and he did not want to go otu with anymore but then we did and it all just goes on My name is Rachel and I am only 22 I'm starting to forget my age already these days and my I have seen some grey hairs i'm bored now and I'm going of course it is, and so as when Dante found himself wandering into the deepest cloaca of the deepest Wood, all seemed lost or at least unrecyclable, and entropy was doing its dirty work upon the face of the earth, chortling in ecstatic epiphany he spoke to himself in the manner of tongues, thus: that now I will invoke a shade to be my alter ego much as Clark Kent, someone holy as Thoreau and classical to boot, to ghost write a major poem, artwork of thought, despite the terrifying sounds off in the woods of creature-cries (Daffy Duck, Rasputin, Bonzo the bear, Zippy the avatar, Ronald MacDonald, Attila the Hun, and Oh so many more), I will "walk this way" placing one foot after the other as they say, never a straight line, with this doppleganger for a guide, into the rabbit hole, up the spiral staircase, out to the diamond stars, though the fourth dimension, and on anon ergo,
while i held you in my arms but entropy is'nt a bad thing by itself, in fact the constant influx
of solar energy to the planet has allowed life itself to fluorish (i.e. it
more than offsets the natural process of entropy, resulting in an increase
in order, aka photosynthesis, to balance the increasing
disorder, aka decay), so that the overall result is equilibrium; like a car
on a hill, when you give it just enough gas to keep it from
rolling downhill; the problem is that by interfering with
"nature", for example simplifying the earth's biota through extinctions
of species other than our own, and the few we collectively value (i.e. cattle,
dogs, etc.), we have interfered with the process, giving entropy
the edge, and as a result, the car is now rolling downhill
i love keith marshall! i love keith marshall! ============================================================
Are you into psychic things?
If you are then look at this page
============================================================ Ooooooooh please don't bore us with your sexual
escapades why do we have to listen to HNGs (horny net
geeks) though there is nothing wrong with geeks, or
with cute girls just an optional tag, a phrase or three that will enable me to look
into the minds of the worker and the slave and the lonely and
the tear-jerked being. i am here and i am sitting and typing and
sitting and thinking and sitting in my cushy-contoured chair surrounded
by a stagnant noise. just an optional tag, a phrase or three that will enable me to look
into the minds of the worker and the slave and the lonely and
the tear-jerked being. i am here and i am sitting and typing and
sitting and thinking and sitting in my cushy-contoured chair surrounded
by a stagnant noise. third generation beatnik, grandson of Al Hansen, brother of Beck
mind meta-reprogrammer, there is no plan for living; choices are
classically subjective, everything is by accident, an anarchouss accident
like beautiful mushroom machines springing from the mind-spore
underground tired, couldn't help myself I just spat globs of rancid gravy out over an enormous chasm, sent
them flying like Icarus, only to fall to earth when their wings
dissolved hey guys where's the party? huh? Is this the chat room? Are any of you naked? I'm not... yet. I can join launching twfcs in a lot of ways. I'd say about 9999999999999999 ways, give or take 999999999999999. How, me got'em big scrotum infrared lightning takes over the night as we walk isolated
down the mountain path I wasn't sure how you were feeling but I certainly knew how I was feeling it is me I'm talking about right? How could I not know what I'm feeling then again it's very possible that I don't know myself as well as I think I do maybe I'm pushing this topic a little too far after all not everyone might be intreested in the goings-on of my ego and superego and all that stuff that goes on inside my head or is it inside my soul I really can't remember I actually haven't studied psychoanalysis but one thing I do know is that mashed potatos rule the world gosh that sounded silly and immature but after all it is the next thing that popped into my head pop pop I just directed a show "The Women" by Clare Boothe Luce and I got my cast bubbles so they all blew bubbles and pop pop speaking of blowing it is one of my favorite things to do to another guy what can I say I'm rather perverted that way of course I don't think there's anything wrong with it but lots of other people seem to hold the opinion that I'll burn in Hell for it. So be it. totally at peace that I nearly forgot that i was about to type something into this crazy sentence, and it seemed to me that it was about time to leave and go wander around hyde park, although I suspect that festivals will never be the same again, what with all the cable telephones they're putting in
all over the world, especially in the places where you'd least expect them
to be put right in the middle of the street, but then, thusly, you wouldn't be expecting me to put in a random mention for
MIZPOON, or rather, Pouneh Mortazavi, who almost certainly would be extremely surprised to find herself mentioned in this sentence, despite the fact that sooner or later, everything and everyone must get mentioned in this meandering and increasingly meaningless
sequence of letters arranged into sequence of words, but never, never , ever into sequences of sentences, since there is and can only ever be this one; I digress;
I get increasingly distracted in my old age, but muddle on through, for , as Ivor Cutler might have said,
it jujst sort of goes on doesn't it, although he probably didn't because he was much cleverer than that,
and believed in bugs, and even the odd period, or as we quaint old english people would have it,
FULL STOPS
, not that he would have used one here oh no, not good old Ivor,a real gent he was, allways walking the dog, and complaining about the noise, because it detracted and distracted from his rather
mysterious poetry readings, but yet again, I find that I am finding it difficult to keep it together, but here's the punchline:
Well I lied, it was all lies how can a work of art be appreciated without being able to
see it as whole? Why is this visual and not a book?
Is this a new art form, in fact? Or is it an art forum?
Douglas we expect an answer why must the colloquial heathens rage inside the inter defense fund of the open ended argument opend by the gargoyle contributing to the most unheard of sandwich ever
and why not you might ask well i'll tell you why not because i said so so i wait for the vampire lepidious where i always wait behind the signs that sell the blues, and my name is sometimes sea girl grey and has anyone ever heard "charlotte sometimes" expressionless the trance, and i wonder if you have ever bought fluorescent pink sunglasses shaped like stars and candy lipstick at the 7-11 and in that vein do you make wishes at 11:11 because you know then there is a 99% possibility of come-trueness even in this Never Ever Land called life; in a different line of thought, i like to sit on my roof in the rain and the wet leaves come falling down and they stick to the black shingles and the sky shifts and shifts all the lights and clouds and colors and i know some people who try to count stars but i prefer infinity any day, in calculus i used to memorize the pi chart on the wall out of boredom but the problem was it had an end, the Imposter! shame shame shame on that and now i leave you to follow the fading footsteps, i hope you have no fear of ghosts~ --------well hello world --- bet ya cant guess who this is --- give up ---its me, CHRISTINA PILLSBURY --- hehe --- how are ya'll doing, well Im just fine and dandy, what am I doing on here you ask, well I am just havin a little fun, is that okay, hope so 8-) just want to say a few things --- geez, is it ever hard not to put a stupid period and be the one to go down in history to stop the ongoing sentence --- uh oh, I think Im going to do it (NIN, RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE, BLUES TRAVELER, PHISH, DAVE MATTHEWS, MIGHTY MIGHTY BOSSTONES, PRONG, BIG HEAD TODD AND THE MONSTERS, VIOLENT FEMMES, SQUATWILLER, MATTHEW SWEET, BEASTIE BOYS, DYLAN FENCE, ) ~~~~~~~@@@@@@@#########$$$$$$$$$%%%%%%^^^^^^^&&&&&&&&&&***********(((((((((((()))))))))))))____________++++++++++++ In the words of Homer Simpson--- DOH @@@ I couldnt do it --- oh well --- I tried --- Guess what --- UNC Tarheels rule --- really, they do :)-- TTFN, ta ta for now --- yours truely-- peace love and happiness--
B Y Y EEEEEE
B Y Y E
B BB YYY EEEE
B B Y E
BBBB Y EEEEEE @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
and then there was Fitzpatrick's of Manhattan. that's "Dillon Fence", as in Dillon, S.C., though the real
Carolina is in fact in Chapel Hill, where XYCers remember
the good old punk days and Troll's
If everything is art, nothing is art. peeeoo potcha peeshoo .. full stop Love will always be the only possible mean to obtain peace it's getting hard to be someone, but it all works out...
Go
Here NOW! but only if you want to. 
He built a bridge to your heart
all the way
How many tons
I can't say
You gave me the kiss of life
Kiss of life
You gave me the kiss that's like
the kiss of life
You gave me the kiss that's like
the kiss of life
You gave me the kiss that's like
the kiss of life
You gave me the kiss of life
the kiss of life
yeaa yeaa
You gave me the kiss of life
the kiss of life
- Sade
Bill Gates
it was a wet morning and very cold as i set out along the riverside in Elblag to catch the daily hydroil to Kaliningrad, escheing procrastination so as not to be late for the embarkation hello, i love my mom, dad, sister, and brother. Mom-Dad in da house
my boyfriend is stuck on the word inebriated and he wishes that I had a sex drive my girlfriend is stuck on the word caustic and wishes that I didn't have sex drive and we are so close yet we are so far this is a true love -hate relationship incase you don't know it is us and is Kelly and Rahm my god this is not it!!! I have not yet reahced nirvana and it is so very sad. That so many people can write so soulfully to a piece of cybertext yet they can not communicate as easily to their fellow brother. NOT!!! What a piece of shit. Man if I only had a dollar for every time that I wanted to do something. wow, I think the shrooms are kicking in now. I have no Idea of what I am saying, heh heh, you said html...Fuck off tooo everybody!!! never, Never, nEver, NEVER, nevER, nevernever, nVrrr, N Ver. 1932. Spain at the time was covered with vermin, its beggars.
They went from village to village, to Andalusia because it is
warm, to Catalonia because it is rich, but the whole country
was favorable to us. I was thus a louse, and conscious of being
one. In Barcelona we hung around the Calle Mediodia and the Calle
Carmen. We sometimes slept six in a bed without sheets, and at dawn
we would go begging in the markets. abortion is funny..... If you want to know what the elephant said to the naked man this is simple, he said, how can you breathe through that tiny little thing , and they all went marching on, but the red wax trickled down my hand, it was horrible But the red wax hurt my poor little handy-wandy, oooOoooh it was so painful that my pussy were frozen solid, but apart from that, my nisnasnoogy, the cat and thetroogy the kitchen blew up lots and lots. This prgram was brought to you by the BBC
But why, I hear you think. Because ti was there! ti. I am the nkight htat asys ti! Hideho ladeda, and spam for breakfast, spam for tea, spam for the global family! explosive mice twitching silently in unison seem to exude
the simple directive: look bored, or else Uppa you ass with interzone KY Elizabethan book bindings were usually sewn onto satin rather than canvas or velvet. Ma fortunatamente, noi abbiamo comprare i molti fagiolini fresche per dodici mille lire TIRED OF INJUSTICE, TIRED OF THE SCHEMES, KINDA DISGUSTED, BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN, KICKING ME DOWN, I GOT TO GET UP, AS JACKED AS IT SOUNDS, THE WHOLE SYSTEM SUCKS, PEEK INTO THE SHADOW, COME INTO THE LIGHT, YOU TELL ME I'M WRONG, THEN YOU BETTER PROVE YOU'RE RIGHT, YOU'RE SELLIN OUT SOULD BUT I CARE ABOUT MINE, I GOT TO GET STRONGER, THEN I WON'T GIVE UP THE FIGHT, WITH SUCH CONFUSIONS DON'T IT MAKE YOU WANNA SCREAM, YOUR BASH ABUSIN VICTIMIZE WITHIN THE SCHEME, YOU TRY TO COPE WITH EVERY LIE THEY SCRUTINIZE, SOMEBODY PLEASE HAVE MERCY CAUSE I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT, STOP PRESSURIN ME, JUST STOP PRESSURIN ME, STOP PRESSURIN ME, MAKE ME WANNA SCREAM, STOP PRESSURIN ME, JUST STOP PRESSURIN ME, STOP PRESSURIN ME, MAKE ME WANNA SCREAM, TIRED OF TELLIN THE STORY YOUR WAY, IT'S CAUSIN CONFUSION, YOU THINK IT'S OKAY, KEEP CHANGIN THE RULES, WHILE YOU'RE PLAYING THE GAME, I CAN'T TAKE IT MUCH LONGER, I THINK I MIGHT GO INSANE,WITH SUCH CONFUSION DON'T IT MAKE YOU WANNA SCREAM, YOUR BASH ABUSIN VICTIMIZE WITHIN THE SCHEME, YOU FIND YOUR PLEASURE SCANDALIZIN EVERY LIE, OH FATHER PLEASE HAVE MERCY CAUSE I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT, STOP PRESSURIN ME, JUST STOP PRESSURIN ME, STOP PRESSURIN ME, MAKE ME WANNA SCREAM, STOP PRESSURIN ME, JUST STOP PRESSURIN ME, STOP *?!@#!IN WITH ME, MAKE ME WANNA SCREAM... Ho chau? while we danced on the fringes the proposed proposition proported projection paranoia
past propaganda pillaged pillowed penitentiaries parusing
pesky peopled property "please pay penitence" pardon
purple pranksters pratfalls propelled plain pelets
adwsdf and I thought people on the Internet were here for sex and
Star Trek and absolutely nothing else but hey mabye I was
wrong after all but I still think I am right because so
many people out there are perverted, sick, horny, or glued
to their TV watching Star Trek but there is nothing wrong
with that because Star Trek is cooler than anything on the
planet and I mean that I really mean that but back to the
subject wait a minute what was I talking about oh yea I
remember everyone likes Star Trek like me and sex like me
but I think this is really cool too I read about it in
Newsweek I bet a lot of other people did too I think We are who we are, and that's all we'll ever be, unless When you think about it, this isn't realy a sentence at all. I won't count the amount of periods that have already gone on here. As a result, we have decided to use this space to put in a cheap plug for OUR HOMEPAGE
!! And while we're at it, we'll put pictures of ourselves right here, as well!
Ok, all done. Read the rest of the sentence, now. When you think about it, this isn't realy a sentence at all. I won't count the amount of periods that have already gone on here. As a result, we have decided to use this space to put in a cheap plug for OUR HOMEPAGE
!! And while we're at it, we'll put pictures of ourselves right here, as well!
Ok, all done. Read the rest of the sentence, now. Adivina que Dominique???! Soy yo, Alvaro y creo que ya se porque te pense amar: si me lo preguntas te lo digo A CCCCC CCCCC
A A C C
A A C C
A A C C
AAAAAAAAA C C
A A C C
A A CCCCC CCCCC HelloI want to make a fingerprint on the World. Maybe it
sound little bit strange, but I feel this need. And all I have to
do is press 'Submit' button and it is done. You can too
and I closed my eyes, only for a second, and found myself sitting on a dung heap in that old familiar grove of sugar cane where I used to get Stoned, I'm going for the immediate gratification by placing this
bit of wisdom into history; it was scribled on a wall at
one of the concentration camps, author unknow..
"SOME PEOPLE COMPLAIN ABOUT THE THORNS AMONG THE ROSES,
I THANK GOD THERE ARE ROSES AMONG THE THORNS..."
.... (NEXT)..> "i cannot get you close enough, I said to him, pitiful as a child..." jus wish i could go over there for some chicken but they are
like closed or something i guess huh unh uh jus wish i could go over there for some chicken but they are
like closed or something i guess huh unh uh jus wish i could go over there for some chicken but they are
like closed or something i guess huh unh uh jus wish i could go over there for some chicken but they are
like closed or something i guess huh unh uh czesc to moje zdanie ****************************************************************************I'd really like to think that some day I could finally "get it" with out being told-It seems that the only way that I get things is when someone smarter that me tells me what I am really doing instead of what I thought I was doing-(Well, may be not smarter cause I started it first-) they just recognized where I thought I wasn't going- Do any of us really know where we are going? Do any of us really "get it"? Or is our life made up of one well meaning friend after another- Politicians, OJ, Lawyers, Doctors, Priests, Ministers-do any of them really get it-Some times I think the only ones that really get it are the prostitutes of the world/ It is the oldest profession for a reason/ Maybe they get it-no pun intended- Even Christ stood up for one and I have never seen him do that for a lawyer, or doctor etc. Maybe that is the key-being honest for money- Goodnight God Here is one of my favorite songs from
Tori Amosā
CD - Little Earthquakes given to me for my 15th birthday (on July 2, 1995) by my BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD, WHO I WILL LOVE
*FOREVER*,
and it's called SILENT ALL THESE YEARS
and it goes something like: excuse me but can I be in for a while my DOG won't bite if you sit real still I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again yeah I can hear that been saved again by the garbage truck I got something to say you know but NOTHING comes yes I know what you think of me you never shut-up yeah I can hear that but what if Iām a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it hey but I donāt care cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and itās been HERE silent all these years so you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts whatās so amazing about really deep thoughts boy you best prey that I bleed real soon howās that thought for you my scream got lost in a paper cup you think thereās a heaven where some screams have gone I got 25 bucks and a cracker do you think itās enough to get us there years go by will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand years go by if Iām stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my hear years go by will I choke on my tears till finally there is nothing left one more casualty you know weāre too EASY easy easy well I love the way we comunicate your eyes focus on my funny lip shade letās hear what you think of me now but baby donāt look up the sky is falling your MOTHER shows up in a nasty dress itās your turn now to stand where I stand everybody lookinā at you here take hold of my hand yeah I can hear them... Now, I think thatās a REALLY cool song!!! If you want to write to Tori Amosā #1 FAN
send me E-Mail here or you can send me E-Mail here oh dear no wonder there is no bandwidth these days on the
information super-jam The Never-Ending Sentence - Chaz's Thoughts
Well, my last post
didn't work right because SOMEONE
(not mentioning ANY names) left everything in that state where you click on it and the it takes you SOMEWHERE
(What's that called??) , so, anyway, I'm begining to like this sentence thing
because I can post really Weird Stuff
and nobody really cares ... so here I sit writing on my comupter, well, not literally, well, you know what I mean ... I think ... I think therefore I am ... I'm STILL listening to this Tori Amos CD and Nobody Cares
but oh well ... well ... I wish I had one of those mainframes,
or super computers
so I could doWHETEVER THE HELL I WANT
as far as computing power goes ... I turned 15 on July 2, 1995 (a couple days ago ... well, it almost a week now...) and I'm very happy ... I got more memory for my birthday (which I REALLY needed) which were in the form of SIMMs ... I also got a portable CD player ... and my FAVORITE
gifts out of EVERYTHING
I got were the things I got from my BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD
I got a couple GREAT
CDs from him ... I got an AWESOME
CD-ROM called A Brief History Of Time
and I think it's REALLY COOL
well, if anyone is going to buy a CD any time soon, they have to buy Tori Amos: Little Earthquakes
... If you already have that, then you should get Tori Amos: Under The Pink
... If you don't, I'll be forced to come to your house ... rip your head off ... spit it out (spitting is sure a dirty habbit, but I don't spit so I don't have to worry about it because I don't spit) ... then eat it again ... later puking it up ...Such HAPPY Thoughts I Have...well, they're REAL THOUGHTS
and not covered up LIKE SOME PEOPLE DO
... well, that's the end of my adition for today ... if you want to E-Me
Click Here,OR
Click HereTHANKS
for your time and ENJOY
theINTERNET!
Copyright © 1995 Chaz Watson
and, if I may digress, I'd just like to insert here that I am in no way affiliated with the Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers World Domination Society, nor do I think that the web should be CENSORED IN ANY WAY, The Never-Ending Sentence - Chaz's Thoughts
THE FOLLOWING IS A REPOST
Here is one of my favorite songs from
Tori Amosā
CD - Little Earthquakes given to me for my 15th birthday (on July 2, 1995) by my BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD, WHO I WILL LOVE
*FOREVER*,
and it's called SILENT ALL THESE YEARS
and it goes something like: excuse me but can I be in for a while my DOG won't bite if you sit real still I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again yeah I can hear that been saved again by the garbage truck I got something to say you know but NOTHING comes yes I know what you think of me you never shut-up yeah I can hear that but what if Iām a mermaid in these jeans of his with her name still on it hey but I donāt care cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and itās been HERE silent all these years so you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts whatās so amazing about really deep thoughts boy you best prey that I bleed real soon howās that thought for you my scream got lost in a paper cup you think thereās a heaven where some screams have gone I got 25 bucks and a cracker do you think itās enough to get us there years go by will I still be waiting for somebody else to understand years go by if Iām stripped of my beauty and the orange clouds raining in my hear years go by will I choke on my tears till finally there is nothing left one more casualty you know weāre too EASY easy easy well I love the way we comunicate your eyes focus on my funny lip shade letās hear what you think of me now but baby donāt look up the sky is falling your MOTHER shows up in a nasty dress itās your turn now to stand where I stand everybody lookinā at you here take hold of my hand yeah I can hear them... Now, I think thatās a REALLY cool song!!! If you want to write to Tori Amosā #1 FAN
send me E-Mail here or you can send me E-Mail here.
Copyright © 1995 Chaz Watson
THE FOLLOWING IS A REPOST
Well, my last post
didn't work right because SOMEONE
(not mentioning ANY names) left everything in that state where you click on it and the it takes you SOMEWHERE
(What's that called??) , so, anyway, I'm begining to like this sentence thing
because I can post really Weird Stuff
and nobody really cares ... so here I sit writing on my comupter, well, not literally, well, you know what I mean ... I think ... I think therefore I am ... I'm STILL listening to this Tori Amos CD and Nobody Cares
but oh well ... well ... I wish I had one of those mainframes,
or super computers
so I could doWHETEVER THE HELL I WANT
as far as computing power goes ... I turned 15 on July 2, 1995 (a couple days ago ... well, it almost a week now...) and I'm very happy ... I got more memory for my birthday (which I REALLY needed) which were in the form of SIMMs ... I also got a portable CD player ... and my FAVORITE
gifts out of EVERYTHING
I got were the things I got from my BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WORLD
I got a couple GREAT
CDs from him ... I got an AWESOME
CD-ROM called A Brief History Of Time
and I think it's REALLY COOL
well, if anyone is going to buy a CD any time soon, they have to buy Tori Amos: Little Earthquakes
... If you already have that, then you should get Tori Amos: Under The Pink
... If you don't, I'll be forced to come to your house ... rip your head off ... spit it out (spitting is sure a dirty habbit, but I don't spit so I don't have to worry about it because I don't spit) ... then eat it again ... later puking it up ...Such HAPPY Thoughts I Have...well, they're REAL THOUGHTS
and not covered up LIKE SOME PEOPLE DO
... well, that's the end of my adition for today ... if you want to E-Me
Click Here,OR
Click HereTHANKS
for your time and ENJOY
theINTERNET!
Copyright © 1995 Chaz Watson
The Never-Ending Sentence - Chaz's Thoughts
P.S. I spelled "addition" wrong ... SORRY ... :) ...
Copyright © 1995 Chaz Watson
and in addition, I have now spent 20 minutes, reading a lot of the WORLD'S LONGEST SENTENCE, and so now I feel qualified to say that Roger F, as in Roger Foss of OSLO, NORWAY, had no right to add -periods- to this work of ART -sniff- brings tears to my eyes, as does the fact that HELL, NO, I'm not going to give Courtney -more money- to bury Kurt's ashes, and doesn't that defeat the purpose of cremation anyway, which reminds me that my friend's friend removed the "m" from the sign outside the National Cremation Society's headquarters in Sarasota, Florida, that read "10,000 members nationwide", thus producing a very funny and apt description of the whole bloody affair; ... and we will kick it out in the universe, farther than ... Jestem czlowiekiem i chce by wszystko co zle bylo mi obce
what is this fresh air thing i am wondering how i got here all i did was type in love philosophy spirit rebel sooul into the webcrawler and i ended up here Le monde est autant le votre que
le notre, mais au fond, c'est a
vous qu'il apartient Vous les
jeunes, vous etes dynamiques,
en plein epanouissement, comme
le soleil a huit ou neuf heures du matin
C'est es vous reside l'espoir....
LE MONDE VOUS APPARTIENT L'AVENIR
LA CHINE VOUS APPARTIENT --Citations
Du President Mao Tsetoung// The
world is as much yours as ours but
at base it is you to whom it belongs
You, the young, you are dynamic,
in full bloom like the sun in the
morning It is in you that hope resides
THE WORLD BELONGS TO YOU THE
FUTURE OF CHINA BELONGS TO YOU
--Quotations from President Mao
Tse-Tung
THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT TRY
MEN'S SOULS THE SUMMER SOLDIER
AND THE SUNSHINE PATRIOT WILL,
IN THIS CRISIS, SHRINK FROM THE
SERVICE OF THEIR COUNTRY; BUT
HE THAT STANDS IT now DESERVES
THE LOVE AND THANKS OF MAN AND
WOMAN TYRANNY, LIKE HELL, IS
NOT EASILY CONQUERED; YET WE
HAVE THIS CONSOLATION WITH US,
THAT THE HARDER THE CONFLICT,
THE MORE GLORIOUS THE TRIUMPH --
Thomas Paine in "The American
Crisis," as quoted by Jon Katz
in Wired (June, 1995) THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT TRY
MEN'S SOULS THE SUMMER SOLDIER
AND THE SUNSHINE PATRIOT WILL,
IN THIS CRISIS, SHRINK FROM THE
SERVICE OF THEIR COUNTRY; BUT
HE THAT STANDS IT now DESERVES
THE LOVE AND THANKS OF MAN AND
WOMAN TYRANNY, LIKE HELL, IS
NOT EASILY CONQUERED; YET WE
HAVE THIS CONSOLATION WITH US,
THAT THE HARDER THE CONFLICT,
THE MORE GLORIOUS THE TRIUMPH --
Thomas Paine in "The American
Crisis," as quoted by Jon Katz
in Wired (June, 1995) if it's not possible to translate a sentence into grunts, groans, and facial expressions
it is not worth saying in the first place
YOU FOLKS ARE REALLY GREAT and we appreciate you for taking
the time to read this collaborative rant
Much madness makes greatest sense
if it's not possible to translate a sentence into grunts, groans, and facial expressions
it is not worth saying in the first place
YOU FOLKS ARE REALLY GREAT and we appreciate you for taking
the time to read this collaborative rant
Much madness makes greatest sense
and they all died thereupon I thought to myself, "hey, why don't I try to look her up on the ph server or whatever it is, but then I tried and it only showed her name and adrress, which of course was no use to me, because I needed her phone number-or so I thought, which, as it turned out, I was wrong to think, because then I thought maybe I could get on the net and find her number in a round about sort of way, at which point I decided to get to it and I typed 'boarding school' (because thats where her adress is, a girls boarding school in PA, where she is a teacher or faculty member of some sort) and what came up was not anything useful but instead it was this, this maddening setence, and of course I decided I had to be a part of it, and looked for someplace where I could submit something, only to discover that the only place I could write something was is a little box which was not quite at the end of the sentence, which I found odd, surely, but no odder than this thing itself, and so I proceeded to type, nothing of relevance really just how, basically, I happened to come upon this thing and, although I started in the middle of my tale-as all great epics do, mind you-I figured it would be much more in the spirit of this mess and therefore decided to go on with it--not very creative, I guess, and, to tell you the truth, I have my concerns over my fascination with this effort, for, having just read Neitzsche and finding myself in agreement with him over a statement he made, well, instead of paraphrasing I will quote him, and so here it is, without further ado 'best sellers are always ill-smellers, sticky with the odor of small people' and he goes on to say 'where people eat and sleep, and even where they worship,it usually stinks' now I'm not saying that this is a best-seller, or, for that matter, a place of worship (although in that respect there could be a good deal of healthy debate) but instead I feel that what attracts people to this and to a contribution in this large communal repodepository is a need to assimilate a part of themselves into an expression and creation of the larger society which I don't necessarily think is a thing for small people only and instead is just part of being human, superhuman included, for, at some level, I guess, stink is a relative thing anyway, and besides, my balls stink, but that doesn't mean i'm going to chop them of, or perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea thereupon I thought to myself, "hey, why don't I try to look her up on the ph server or whatever it is, but then I tried and it only showed her name and adrress, which of course was no use to me, because I needed her phone number-or so I thought, which, as it turned out, I was wrong to think, because then I thought maybe I could get on the net and find her number in a round about sort of way, at which point I decided to get to it and I typed 'boarding school' (because thats where her adress is, a girls boarding school in PA, where she is a teacher or faculty member of some sort) and what came up was not anything useful but instead it was this, this maddening setence, and of course I decided I had to be a part of it, and looked for someplace where I could submit something, only to discover that the only place I could write something was is a little box which was not quite at the end of the sentence, which I found odd, surely, but no odder than this thing itself, and so I proceeded to type, nothing of relevance really just how, basically, I happened to come upon this thing and, although I started in the middle of my tale-as all great epics do, mind you-I figured it would be much more in the spirit of this mess and therefore decided to go on with it--not very creative, I guess, and, to tell you the truth, I have my concerns over my fascination with this effort, for, having just read Neitzsche and finding myself in agreement with him over a statement he made, well, instead of paraphrasing I will quote him, and so here it is, without further ado 'best sellers are always ill-smellers, sticky with the odor of small people' and he goes on to say 'where people eat and sleep, and even where they worship,it usually stinks' now I'm not saying that this is a best-seller, or, for that matter, a place of worship (although in that respect there could be a good deal of healthy debate) but instead I feel that what attracts people to this and to a contribution in this large communal repodepository is a need to assimilate a part of themselves into an expression and creation of the larger society which I don't necessarily think is a thing for small people only and instead is just part of being human, superhuman included, for, at some level, I guess, stink is a relative thing anyway, and besides, my balls stink, but that doesn't mean i'm going to chop them of, or perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea and as I look out amongst the new words as I was seeing them written, I wonder where is my sister Mary and does she know her brother is watching.
it's not easy being me This is a test.. I'd be willing to bet that it will not show up.
Ahhh the fishes have tales to tell and stuff to show
we must be part of this its in our gills they tell us so green and a half worms of August and well, it's past the date all of you said but you never said we couldn't ANYWAY so here's a fragment for you, just a little piece of my illusions for your very own, new and improved, half the fat, calories, and assorted little furry creatures that live in dark places and don't come out much, except to use the bathrooms, which of course they haven't -got- anyway in the little dark places where the furry things live, but my little fragment that i'm giving you has -half- of them now, for your very own, ever and always, and you can even show it to your grandchildren and say I Was There When, you see, but you can't have ANY MORE OF ME, damn you all, so don't ask...
je suis fatigue maintenant s'il te plait au revoir bonjour merci ohayo toide doko goodbye world umm five, no this is a yuesday isnt it, truck, they stole the cat again, how much time is spent in the pursuit of fleeting gratification and how many more ways do we need to pursue it you know, my mother named me Briar and although many people think this was perhaps after something cute like Sleeping Beauty (aka Briar Rose), really it was just after the heroine in some smut novel she picked up in the grocery store some time in the early 70's - and isn't that just the way of the world? Do not play, Don't give the game away! <A HREF="http://www.kaiwan.com">Go to a place far away!</A><BR> <A HREF="http://www.kaiwan.com/~thebeaf/thebeaf.html">Come to PARADISE!!!</A><BR> LOVEMEFUCKMELOVEFUCKMELOVEMEFUCKMELOVEMEFUCKME what am I going to call my new television show that will go to air in September hello david from everyone in Boone North Carolina, Appalachian Summer Festival
I really need to get laid but as the days go on one by one while still im trying to just have fun
and i need some goals some driving ambitions
to help me with my lifes decision-should i go left <-
right -> up^ or down\/ always smile and never frown
live my life so fancy free
or should i live it carefully
to be content like some of the rest or
strive to be my very best it
seems so clouded and hard to see
alas...exactly what i want to be <H2>The world of the <B>TWFCS</B> menas universe<H2>
<H3>We would like to be in togheter with you with all ourselfs<P>
<http://www.atm.com.pl/COM/Art-Gallery/0-Art-Gallery.html>TAKE IT</a></H3> <H2>The world of the <B>TWFCS</B> menas universe<H2>
<H3>We would like to be in togheter with you with all ourselfs<P>
<http://www.atm.com.pl/COM/Art-Gallery/0-Art-Gallery.html>TAKE IT</a></H3> <H2>The world of the <B>TWFCS</B> menas universe<H2>
<H3>We would like to be in togheter with you with all ourselfs<P>
<http://www.atm.com.pl/COM/Art-Gallery/0-Art-Gallery.html>TAKE IT</a></H3> never in my whole life not ever have i done anything like this no not me not once except yesterday but even then it wasn't like this so it shouldn't count so don't count it do don't don't donut donate done Hi, my name is Brian from Philly... my life is a complete and utter mess -- my brilliant snubbing of the one
woman in my life was ended prematurely when I attempted to call her today
(to say that I no longer wanted to speak with or see her even again since
she is driving me nuts) -- but is that what I really want, I must ask myself
wondering if perhaps some divine force turned off her phone so I can cool
off and relax a bit and decide what to do -- what to do what to do -- right
now I am emotionless, completely emotionless, not to mention making my
virgin contribution to this sentence -- I can't possibly solve the mystery
of my life, but can YOU just testing
this form
in the middle of the third part
of the
sentence whilst searching for my virgin contribution made earlier...
*
by the way, could somebody (if they chance to read this)
please post how to make text bigger, put up links, and put
up pictures? thank you
* (HEY! I THOUGHT THAT FOR "IMMEDIATE GRATIFICATION," I COULD SUBMIT VIA THE NIFTY MENU, BUT WHEN I WENT DOWN DOWN DOWN TO THE END OF THE SENTENCE, I FOUND NOT MY CONTRIBUTION! WHY? WHY? WHY? I DEMAND SATISFACTION! I DEMAND SATISFACTION! I DEMAND SATISFACTION! (ARE !!! OKAY?) and i realised that love juices flowing over milky white thighs is not necessarily the penultimate orgasmic experience ... . . . . .. . .. . .ahahahahahahahha . . . .. but there should be sanity now without the possibility of sentence ending periods and so I stretched out, dripping in her sweat, content, exahusted, and exhuberant, in love with life, my lover, and the
suddenly not-too-bleak future
for vanity's sake, Chuck Heffner premessa: NewAge musica di sottofondo, il ciccio che rolla, eeeee che fa'? Marco che scrolla, e Vanni che fuma! :)
Con mucho gusto, che mo' va a Barcellona e parla solo Espanol, e il Fede si spaparanza in barca, dove Marco trovera' l'amore della sua vita (col CAZZO),
ste donne so' tutte matte - boh?!? (hai scoperto l'acqua calda dice Fede) Tres amigos+PC+Internet=NewAge premessa: NewAge musica di sottofondo, il ciccio che rolla, eeeee che fa'? Marco che scrolla, e Vanni che fuma! :)
Con mucho gusto, che mo' va a Barcellona e parla solo Espanol, e il Fede si spaparanza in barca, dove Marco trovera' l'amore della sua vita (col CAZZO),
ste donne so' tutte matte - boh?!? (hai scoperto l'acqua calda dice Fede) Tres amigos+PC+Internet=NewAge or even my latest intuition was not in the right focus what means nobody can
understand in reality which is an oxymoron anyways what it could by any means mean the goal is to give love after all, if I can cheat death and get more than my fifteen seconds of fame I'm happy; I just hope this isn't it, or was that minutes; oh it doesn't matter - we'll never get it anyway; what? what? In my imagination there is no hesitation, I think about you all the time, We are all victims of our own anecdotes and it seems that all her cares are blown away when raindrops the size of tortoise shells fell upon her scrawny cheeks with cannonball splashes and mushy flesh sounds So, if you are bored, do check this out: <A HREF="http://www.seanet.com/Vendors/billnye/nyelabs.html"> it's neat</a>
it's my hero bill nye, who should rule the universe, I do say
but well, well, well, well, well, why my God why would anyone even BOTHER to read this far, I mean, SURELY people have
better things to do than to waste time reading ALL THIS STUFF, look, as far as I am concerned the ONLY reason
to read this is to read the pointless ramblings of ME, yes, that's ME, Tom Ritchford, tom@mvision.com,
foolishly, doggedly, pathetically pouring out meaningless JUNK to this pointless sentence; but where's the
VERB? hey meredith why is is that you freak out on me whenever I mention your social life I love everybody even my brother who is a rascist PERIOD http://nyu.edu/nmc/gallery/d7/x1/g.minnig/index.html and it is a neat idea to get along this line whenever you want and come close
to the highway of independence where is no cat in the way other than a terpillar
on his way o i think on her way to heaven with out knowing it <hr>
<H1> Est es el colmo </h1>
<h2> Seguia sin saber quien era el padre de su hija y aunque quizo satisfacer su mas <i> intimo </i> deseo siguio caminando sin <b>imaginar</b> como iba a salirse del aprieto <BR> <H3>EAC, geneve le 10.aout.59 annee erotique</H3><HR> <hr>
<H1> Est es el colmo </h1>
<h2> Seguia sin saber quien era el padre de su hija y aunque quizo satisfacer su mas <i> intimo </i> deseo siguio caminando sin <b>imaginar</b> como iba a salirse del aprieto <BR> <H3>EAC, geneve le 10.aout.59 annee erotique</H3><HR> <hr>
and outside the whipped dogs whimper in the alley while broken children cherish
broken dreams; i wandered past the shattered husks of former health as they lay
in the alley and glanced at a hooker on her knees paying off a cop in trade;
stevie and i had arranged the meet, and i was hungry for the money and it seemed
that the vials were burning where they lay against my leg; but when they caught me
slipping them into my mouth to do a handoff to stevie by kissing him long and deep,
passing him the vial with my tongue, pretending not to notice the feel of his tongue
against mine, pretending i couldn't taste his fetid breath; then they took me down to
the station and worked me over until they were bored then tossed me in with the drag
queens;
there was one, who called herself "jackie o'nasty" and she was in for stabbing a man;
i asked her why she did it;
<p>
she said "well, there we were, my man and i walking along on our way over
to Pierre's -- you know that bar over there by the cinema near the Zone -- and
we were on our way over there even though the acts there are really nothing
compared to what they used to be when Miss Virginia Ham was lip synching there, i mean,
the kids today just don't have it; when i was first coming into drag, i made my
own outfits and it was all a craft, an art; today these young kids just buy
their own; and i just *don't* want to know <em>where</em> they get the money;
probably into drugs; i never made that kind of money when i was hooking; but the
whole management thing got on my nerves so i just left that bad boy in the dust
and went freelance and started flagging down truckers, standing on the corner and
waving at them; and i know i'm not looking mighty real now, since the cops tore
my outfit like this (those brutes) but i was looking so very real that most
of those phobic good old boys never knew that i give good head because a girl like
me knows what a man like him wants;<p>
"but anyways, i was explaining how i got here; so there we were walking over to Pierre's Bar
and my man is wearing his stonewall 25 gay pride t-shirt that we got at the dance on
the USS Independence and suddenly these two cute adorable college boys in their frat
shirts start hollering at us, calling my man a fag-boy; well, we ignored them, after
all, a lady has her dignity; but they started following us and calling out the most
dreadful things to us; and just as we were getting close to the busy part of the
street, they ran up behind us and knocked him down and asked why i was hanging out
with a fag-boy like that; and, well, i may not look it now, but i was a wrestler
in high school and i used to box until i realized that i just couldn't cut it as
a butch boy; so i decked the one closest to me and when the other one pulled a
knife, i just took it away from him and slapped him upside the head so very hard
that it knocked him out cold; the first one had gotten up by this time and was
running back over to me with hatred in his eyes, but i knocked him out too; after all, a
girl has to protect her man, doesn't she, now; but that's what the cops couldn't understand
about it because when they showed up they were nice and friendly until they realized that
i wasn't a real girl, and it's just a little piece of flesh but it upset them mightily;
and so they took me in and worked me over and that's why i'm here,"<p>
i looked her up and down and realized that that she-male was ballsier than i would've been
in that situation; so i let her live even though she had seen my face;<p>
everyone else in the station who had seen me wasn't so lucky; including the old secretary
who was filing my mug shot;<p>
i was out on the street again and dreaming of my home among the fellow water-mammals;
sometimes, it was tough to be a were-human; sometimes i wished i was just a dolphin
like my siblings and pod-mates;
<hr>
</a> </em>
<hr>
i dreamed of a !kung tribesman roaming the urban jungle, and of a
stone-faced urban homeboy roving the african continent; i dreamed of
lovers calling out in passion, and the cold chill that follows hearing
someone call out a name that isn't yours as you grunt and scream your
way to an aborted climax; i dreamed of the children in the gutters,
calling out for a piece of bread, selling their bodies to those who
slice the flesh from their bones trying to make contact with someone,
<em>anyone</em>; i dreamed of butchers in dachau deboning live women
and the men who volunteered for "aviation" experiments where they were
left in icy water (simulating a pilot stranded in the atlantic) until
they died, or who were placed in atmospheric chambers that were
evacuated until they died from lack of oxygen or from the lack of
atmosphere; i dreamed of whipped dogs whimpering in the night; i
dreamed of bondage in a microgravity environment and it was the most
erotic dream of my life as a man was tied and sodomized and then i
stood in front of him and slid his member into my vagina and rode him
in the spinning no-end-up world of orbit until we both screamed; i
dreamed i knew the reason cats scream in the night like children and
angels are never seen in the alleys occupied by hookers on their knees
paying off cops drunk on power; i dreamed i saw the naked face of love
and it was scarred with experience; i dreamed i saw innocence lost and
the terror of knowing what's going to happen next;
<p>
i sit in the hospital waiting room, blood flowing freely from my
skull; it drips into my eyes and i shake my head, spattering the walls
with red; a family huddles together across the room, muttering in a
language unknown;
<p>
<h1>Do Not Expect Love from an Abyss</h1>
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fully examine myself i live here in stevens point, wi and
i am a cartoonist, really i am and haven't gotten anywhere
i'd want to be this summer is too HOT and need to get some
pages done but my hands keep sweating all over them and this
does not do anything for my lines because they are all smudged
.......i'm quite bored.......
dum....da....dum.....dadadDadadump!....
i feel like violets out of season
purple and sweaty
like wet velvet....
whenever i close my eyes, i no longer exist...
but i exist anyway...oh, whatever...i'm feeling rather small
and i'd rather be muCH BIGGER...don't you hate days like this
when you're stuck in a small town and there's nothing to do
but sit and draw your comics all day and you wish you could
just leave....guess i should be happy that i'm alive...in
the dream i dreamt last night there was a demon chasing after
me but instead of running away from it, i jumped onto its back
and made love to it...the demon calmed down and became my
friend...through this dream-demon-thing i've realised that
i can (if i can) just drop my silly fears and insecurities
i can turn fear to strength and i can turn my enemies into
allies...RIDE THE BACK OF THE DEMON RIDE TIL IT BENDS TIL IT
BOWS BEFORE YOU...RIDE RIDE RIDE RIDE...i can't give up on
my dreams anymore...i'm going to keep drawing my way into my
future...and you will read me when i'm gone...
what do you dream about?????????????????? i am the dream i dreamt last night wondering where to go to
fully examine myself i live here in stevens point, wi and
i am a cartoonist, really i am and haven't gotten anywhere
i'd want to be this summer is too HOT and need to get some
pages done but my hands keep sweating all over them and this
does not do anything for my lines because they are all smudged
.......i'm quite bored.......
dum....da....dum.....dadadDadadump!....
i feel like violets out of season
purple and sweaty
like wet velvet....
whenever i close my eyes, i no longer exist...
but i exist anyway...oh, whatever...i'm feeling rather small
and i'd rather be muCH BIGGER...don't you hate days like this
when you're stuck in a small town and there's nothing to do
but sit and draw your comics all day and you wish you could
just leave....guess i should be happy that i'm alive...in
the dream i dreamt last night there was a demon chasing after
me but instead of running away from it, i jumped onto its back
and made love to it...the demon calmed down and became my
friend...through this dream-demon-thing i've realised that
i can (if i can) just drop my silly fears and insecurities
i can turn fear to strength and i can turn my enemies into
allies...RIDE THE BACK OF THE DEMON RIDE TIL IT BENDS TIL IT
BOWS BEFORE YOU...RIDE RIDE RIDE RIDE...i can't give up on
my dreams anymore...i'm going to keep drawing my way into my
future...and you will read me when i'm gone...
what do you dream about?????????????????? "the time has come" the walrus said "to talk of other things"
"of shoes and ships and ceiling wax and cabbages and kings"
"and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings" oh god, why the hell isn«t there somewhere to go when you«re feeling depressed and think about killing yourself but finally settle on chainsawing the neighbours to death, we need a little more indignation at the way the world isn«t making sense anymore, or at least a few more laughs at it all, The advent of the world communicating, feverishly, listening to one another and allowing all races to equally partake in one inexhaustible medium is so unbelievable it cannot possibly fail, since we all have an inborn desire to see, hear, and be part of the whole in whatever form it takes to help us realize that everybody really cares if they are considered equal - RUBEN CARABALLO was here - Rebecca Caraballo will really be here since she will be attending LEHMAN in Sept 95 - I'm so proud of her ------ "The meat is dead," I said to Paul McCartney as he lounged easily near the stereo cabinet in the room about Carnaby Street in the shadow of TS Eliot's statue that clutched the week's Riverdale Press and shouted loudly about police agression in the beolved streets of the citadel Of course the only reason I am here right now is because I did a Netscape net
search of the phrase "cunt hair" and I ended up in this senetence, sow I will add my own phrase which will be
"TWO MIDGETS BUTT-FUCKING" so now if anyone does a net search for this phrase, which of course they will they will end up here Of course the only reason I am here right now is because I did a Netscape net
search of the phrase "cunt hair" and I ended up in this senetence, sow I will add my own phrase which will be
"TWO MIDGETS BUTT-FUCKING" so now if anyone does a net search for this phrase, which of course they will they will end up here Of course the only reason I am here right now is because I did a Netscape net
search of the phrase "cunt hair" and I ended up in this senetence, sow I will add my own phrase which will be
"TWO MIDGETS BUTT-FUCKING" so now if anyone does a net search for this phrase, which of course they will they will end up here OK kids, who would like to sniff Alicia Silverstone's cunt,
please raise your hands? OK kids, who would like to sniff Alicia Silverstone's cunt,
please raise your hands? <P><H1>IT'S ME</H1><P> <P><H1>WORLD</H1><P> <P><H1>IT'S ME</H1><P> just experimenting, find yourself and then maybe you can find others, but that dosen't mean things are always easy for your information, the mesoamerican culture, WasHokho spent several centuries on perfecting their iron-age routine for your information, the mesoamerican culture, WasHokho spent several centuries on perfecting their iron-age routine
later the same year, James, filled with surprise after his girlfriend turned
homosexual and nazi, he understood there was something wrong in his life.
Losers sometime s uses dwugs....
And where did the bear go, she asked, and the robin, but they were dead, dea, deo, dei which is as it should be<P>
But where do the pigeons come from and where do they go when they die?<P>
Do not fear! There is nothing so fearsome as yourself, for you are the screen upon which your world hangs.!<P>
So stop bitching already, and start i still love amber well we have a problem a big one a very big one time is going by and we can't stop it catch it before it eludes us and we find we have wasted the universe and the uss enterprise is lost forever in some distant galaxy or my favourite show Hogans Heroes is lost forever forever incidently while i am uselessly babbling why not write to me or maybe i shouldnt say oh well I will if you like hogans heroes even better lemme see hmmm where did that adress go wont be a moment folks oh there it is under my footy record not that anyone would know what that is but hey the hawks are tenth and I hate west coast and sydney are losers ok here goes gruffyd@aardvark add one of those dots apana and a nother dot org dot au dot haha no dots allowed really whats the point I don't know but Im not complaining are you if you are go complain to someone else who has nothing to do with it and drag them down with you CUENTO
Narrador:
El Angel Exterminador ha desaparecido de su pedestal,
dejando un hueco sin final en el tiempo.
Princesa:
ĮSentirs Vrtigo!, dice mi alma.
Vino a buscar su muerte, grita mi imaginacin.
Ya no te tranquilizar la paranoia que me acosa;
tampoco emprender el vuelo dejando algo para regresar.
El:
ĮRegresa!, aunque sea a burlarte de m.
ĮLcete!, delitame con tus majestuosas alas,
sacdelas y djame observar los mil destellos de tus plumas.
ĮAltiva! muestra tu bello cuerpo, su perfeccin divina,
ĄCuantas personas habrs maravillado?.
ĮPrfida!, he amado la soledad porque tu maldad es regocijante.
Tu mundo es etreo, lo cambias segn tus intereses.
ĮExijo que regreses! porque ya no eres libre.
Ahora eres ma, me perteneces, ĮNunca podrs liberarte
porque desde hoy, mi corazn tiene tu esencia.
Orgulloso puedo levantar el rostro y mirar hacia arriba,
mirarte a los ojos y disfrutar tus labios, sentir como te consumes
con bocanadas de aire esforzndote por huir.
Princesa es imposible escapar de los sueos,
recuerda, el que duerme soy yo.
DIEGO PERDOMO-MEXICO and it's going to be a long time to get it in the right place, for I don't have the proper tools
to do the neat and interesting things that are suppost to be known to be done with the right touch
of a intermingaling way with your right brain wich is on prozac that is not working worth a damn
right now so I can't get it togather like I know I should whenever it's nifty for me
But
wouldn't
you
know
it,
this
sentence
already
has
punctation
in
it
so
technically
it
ended
a
few
home
pages
ago.
But
who
in
their
right
mind
is
gonna
read
all
this
just
to
check
there
is
one?
SO, WHY IS IT THEY WON'T LET ME PUT A FULL STOP IN????
I KNOW NOT WHY.
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Heil Eris - powiedziaŅ Hagbard Celine, a ja odpowiedzialem zgodnie z prawem piÕtek : Sieg Heil Discordia, a poza tym 23 i 17, a Amber i tak rzadzi lalalalalalalalalalalavampiresrulelalalalalalalalalala then the sky errupted in a lightning display of gargantuan proportions which, in turn, caused the green inundation below to emit a gurgle and to cease in itspartaking of tutorial intermittance John Paul Ambrosio is just here to say that "Jimmy Page is GOD!!!" <H1>DEATH<H2>TO<H3>THE<H4>ANTICHRIST<H5>MICROSOFT!!!</H5> The slaughter of creativity, the death of hacking, the bane of the few remaining fragments of a once glorious empire of love and coding and its name is Mocrisoft the Destroyer of the Good and the Harbringer of Evil Porcupines will rule the world forever, so it is said, but I will not know, as by that time I'll be dead/
The human species is determined to die, and why would I tell anyone a hint of a lie? 'twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe
all mimsy were the borogroves
and the mome raths outgrabe It is at this point that all has been settled the inner and outer beauty of the body and the soul as I wait for him reflections of that first moment of that first sentence stays with me forever and now I wait hoping that soon he will pass thru me space again and I will be whole Hey I'm sitting here in the Cybercafe in SoHo with Raphael and he says, "Now I know what happened to the Tower of Babel.":
I hate stupid shit, and I hate stupid people, stupid people
who think they sound educated or witty or funny or perverted
or strange, and they think they are revealing some all
encompassing knowledge or worldly truth when all they really
know about is their own tiny micro world, and they get some
cheep thrill out of this pseudo-vouyerism and an even more
perverted high from the knowledge that other vouyers are
reading their stupid shit, all these people think they are a
part of some huge global community when all they really are
is a group of lost individuals who think they know who they
are, they can't see that this world is but a prison, filled
with simple toys to keep our minds off of the shit beneath,
they struggle to forget, to erase the true world from their
memory, and many do, living a lie in a world they created
for themselves from their own imagination, and now they are
stuck in that fucking limbo of false happiness frolicking in
their own shit,
But I am not as synical as I seem, because I search for a
light, some hope that things can be different, and I have
tried, tried fucking hard in fact to change my world or to
have it change me, but nothing works, and I go on, and maybe
one day I will triumph but probably not because we are all
fooled by those simple toys and I eventually will stop to
play, and when that happens I will have lost my way, all my
progress erased, and my one true hope gone forever,
Please dont leave me hope, I may be imperfect in every way
but I am still trying to get through, to reach my apex of
reality, and I will not let you fucking beat me, I will not
stop and play, I will win, I will find life, I will find
love, I will find peace in my world and then I will tell all
those lost souls what you have held from them, just wait
and see,
and to the vouyers, I know this was a rather sloppy,
gramatically incorrect passage lacking some continuity of
thought but please don't hold that against my message, it
was as true to me as I could possibly make it,
and finally to hope, look for me in the near future, I'll be
knockin', you better answer
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we grow, it will act and do, as we act and do, so Chad Oleary told the world accept
it and help it grow, you don't wan't our child, and soon to be "the other half of humanity"
upset with you, And then the warmth of the setting sun sent a wave of gratitude through his broken body And then the warmth of the setting sun sent a wave of gratitude through his broken body------His body --warm---pulsing like a sentence in a Celine novel---on and on, don't stop till this train pulls into the station to pick up the passengers bound for a different place a place where colors are feelings---red like the blood, like the spectacle ---like the flash of light when you turn on the TV and the bomb explodes and the cum cums and the boys talk like boys and they wish for the girls to love them like their mothers loved them or at least said that they did.MOMMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOMOM!!!!!! ,n , , n,
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but to tell her that I was a gay Catholic and that each time
from then on that I genuflected in St Mary's I had the
sinking feeling that Jesus was looking down on my hairshirt
and thinking to himself outside all forms of noble human endeavor lie the wicked ways of the united nations and the new world order they attack without warning without remorse any patriotic american who threatens their plan for global domination, waco, randy weaver, oklahoma city, where will it end ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CALL YOUR MOTHER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bite my lip and close my eyes, take me, take me away, cause Im looking out a dirty old window watching the cars in the street go rushing by, salut bandes de gaillards alors quoi Hi our names are Aaron, Shane, Alan, John, right now in Johnson-Brock high school library and are typing on this Panansonic Monochrome Monitor
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HELLO !<BR>
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Is there a point at writing a sentence without one was the question I asked myself when I looked at "The World First (and Longest) Collaborative Sentence" a few days ago: this sentence goes on and on, upon more than 300 K, and without a single period in it (actually there is because hackers found a way to force periods into the program), but it is not only the longest sentence on this side of the Galaxy, it's also a mirror of the Internet population as of today: most of the sentence is in English but you can find bits in German, Polish, French, Italian, Spanish, Dutch and other languages I could not even recognize, so it's global all right but not only, the content of the Sentence itself gives a very good sociological view of Net users: as Technical Conceptor Gary Welz puts it "In some sense we can regard the Sentence as a snapshot of the Internet community at the present time - widely dispersed, fascinated with the new technology, rabidly vocal, recklessly adolescent and shamelessly uncontrolled" many contributors are writing about themselves, putting links to their own pages, plenty are playing with the technical possibilities of HTML writing to put bold, big characters into the Sentence to break its monotony, some are writing off their phantasms as they would on a graffiti wall, many are taking this Sentence as a game and take up the challenge of writing on and on what goes through their mind just to be part of history; because this sentence is now part of history, ever since its conceptor, writer and first generation video artist (back in the late 60's) Douglas Davis started it on the net in early December 94 "Actually it was meant to stay there until February 15, 95 but the Sentence was already doing three miles long at that time and I just felt it did not belong to me anymore, when I started, I wanted to shock the world with its own brilliance and involvement with serious issues of communication, expression, art, literature, and even grammar" insists Davis, "not so much on the megalomaniac side of net users"; so it goes on and on, in June alone, the Host computer of the Sentence recorded more than 50,000 hits, it's impossible to know how many people made a contribution to the Sentence, but Douglas Davis guesses that it goes into "thousands of people", and it will grow even more, especially in Asia, since the Sentence is one of the attraction of the Kwangju Biennale in Korea which is held in mid-september, one of the contributor, Eugene Schwartz, who is a famous collector of Contemporary art, a long time admirer of Douglas's work and has purchased many works Douglas did, even bought a disc with the sentence, the pictures, the sound and the video thst are included in the sentence for an undisclosed amount of money but anyway money is not the problem here, what counts is that this World First and Longest Collaborative Sentence clearly means on the net the birth of a new "period" ;-{)}<P>
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BONJOUR !
HELLO !
KONNICHIWA !
I'm a French journalist living in Japan, I wrote an article to present the World First Collaborative Sentence in a Japanese monthly called "Nikkei Click", to respect the spirit of the sentence, I managed to write this article without using a single period either in English nor in Japanese so I figured it was eligible inside the sentence itself; here is the english version, click on it to reach my home-page from where you can read the japanese version of the article, very interesting comments from Douglas Davis (the conceptor of the Sentence) and from Gary Welz (who cleared the technical aspects of this site) or other articles I wrote to present the web
THE ULTIMATE ART OF THE PERIOD
Is there a point at writing a sentence without one was the question I asked myself when I looked at "The World First (and Longest) Collaborative Sentence" a few days ago: this sentence goes on and on, upon more than 300 K, and without a single period in it (actually there is because hackers found a way to force periods into the program), but it is not only the longest sentence on this side of
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