Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
cat pee vs. me
My cat has a tendency to meow. Well acctually it would be better discribed as ridiculasly unending and insecent screaming. Tonight he was bieng a particular dickwad and so I decided since I had to go drop of disk 2 of Carnival anyway I would give my girl a break and take him with me.
What a great idea. He hates the car and it was not until I was crossing the Aruthur Lang that I remembered the last car ride. It was when we moved over to this new place from 11th.
He shit and pissed that time. So I got affraid. But thankfully I arrived at the marpole rogers and there was a clean seat. Right on.
So I decide incase mK is working I will bring the kitty in for a visit.
Well I am standing there finding out that in fact mK is NOT there Spych proceeds to relieve himself without my knowledge.
Now, to this all there is an explanation. Spych is prone to bladder infections and cyrstals. I guess it is flared up cause his pee acctually (and honestly) looked like salt.
So I wondered where the hell did I get salt on me. (Having put the pants on clean to go to the video store) So I thought Sugar? ...and tasted a bit.
Umm.
So I brushed my teeth but still feel like retching but at least it was my cat and not like some strange cat I have never met.
I am so shakey right now.
What a great idea. He hates the car and it was not until I was crossing the Aruthur Lang that I remembered the last car ride. It was when we moved over to this new place from 11th.
He shit and pissed that time. So I got affraid. But thankfully I arrived at the marpole rogers and there was a clean seat. Right on.
So I decide incase mK is working I will bring the kitty in for a visit.
Well I am standing there finding out that in fact mK is NOT there Spych proceeds to relieve himself without my knowledge.
Now, to this all there is an explanation. Spych is prone to bladder infections and cyrstals. I guess it is flared up cause his pee acctually (and honestly) looked like salt.
So I wondered where the hell did I get salt on me. (Having put the pants on clean to go to the video store) So I thought Sugar? ...and tasted a bit.
Umm.
So I brushed my teeth but still feel like retching but at least it was my cat and not like some strange cat I have never met.
I am so shakey right now.
Old post... new audience.
Old post... new audience.
in coming back here I thought what a good oportunity to re post some oldies...
originally published on February 9, 2005. Edited on March 22.
Vents from the hot place
Terrible things are heard in the makeshift shack that rests above the vents. Confessions from forgotten souls whom could not embrace their true beings before the reaper got his score. The wailing is incessant though almost inaudible.
I lived her for two years as the sole caretaker of one of the most twisted places on earth. We have all heard of ley lines, one of the earths greatest mysteries in fact. Well I live at the epicenter of the first line. I live where all other lines began, during the fall of the creation.
Some of the stories you have come to believe, are true. There is a place like hell. And it is horrible. But you see the part that is omitted is that the earth was created by a resident. Yajova (later becoming your god) needed a place to escape from hell, to. So he began to construct a world a dirty world that he would like. With all the perversions he could dream up. He fabricated the world with a song, the notes of which still ring in our world’s core like the dying hum of a tuning fork.
At the crescendo Yajova decided to leave his symphony of feinds to begin his accent to the surface of his masterpiece. As he dug for the next 7,000 years his band played on, never missing a beat never loosing tempo.
Just as Yajova broke through the crust and escaped into the soul of a baby, unexplainably the music stopped. And Yahova’s power was lost. And so was Yahova, lost in the soul of a dying mortal. He had 40 years at most to make his mark to live his final chapter.
And so, goes the beginning of the story of Xrist, and the end of humanity.
And here I sit protecting the one entrance and one exit to the world of lost souls.
in coming back here I thought what a good oportunity to re post some oldies...
originally published on February 9, 2005. Edited on March 22.
Vents from the hot place
Terrible things are heard in the makeshift shack that rests above the vents. Confessions from forgotten souls whom could not embrace their true beings before the reaper got his score. The wailing is incessant though almost inaudible.
I lived her for two years as the sole caretaker of one of the most twisted places on earth. We have all heard of ley lines, one of the earths greatest mysteries in fact. Well I live at the epicenter of the first line. I live where all other lines began, during the fall of the creation.
Some of the stories you have come to believe, are true. There is a place like hell. And it is horrible. But you see the part that is omitted is that the earth was created by a resident. Yajova (later becoming your god) needed a place to escape from hell, to. So he began to construct a world a dirty world that he would like. With all the perversions he could dream up. He fabricated the world with a song, the notes of which still ring in our world’s core like the dying hum of a tuning fork.
At the crescendo Yajova decided to leave his symphony of feinds to begin his accent to the surface of his masterpiece. As he dug for the next 7,000 years his band played on, never missing a beat never loosing tempo.
Just as Yajova broke through the crust and escaped into the soul of a baby, unexplainably the music stopped. And Yahova’s power was lost. And so was Yahova, lost in the soul of a dying mortal. He had 40 years at most to make his mark to live his final chapter.
And so, goes the beginning of the story of Xrist, and the end of humanity.
And here I sit protecting the one entrance and one exit to the world of lost souls.
: one more drone added to the noise
Check this out... the media samurai himself is blogging. Read this mans head.. he is brilliant.
: one more drone added to the noise
: one more drone added to the noise
Back from the dead...
What was I thinking. I moved my blog and let this on slip. SPACES? Crap.
So I am moving back.
Back in black.
So I am moving back.
Back in black.
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