subliminal messages in the 9th paragraph?
am i nuts or not is a topic under debate at the moment in my house. my mother asks my schizo relative (haha) if i require a psychiatrist. my schizo relative knows that i have tread the path she follows and that i left my marks unseen on all the trees that run along said path. trees and hills out of tolkien's ass remain so still and soft and smelling like leaves and all the pretty bullshit that has naught to do with the reality of four strangers by your bedside, dripping blood from disembodied fangs, robots, pleading with ghosts and touching the knees of absent friends.
naturally there was more to it than pretty trees and shiny hills...there were more sober elements. distant memories reflected in ruins and all sorts of crap like that...but as a general rule i prefer the first book...a bit slow in the beginning but after a few chapters we meet goldberry. i refuse to acknowledge that son of a bitch (tom bombadil) for he is too happy...anybody who gets to hump the river daughter has to be happy...and anybody who can keep the river daughter happier than i could is my enemy. punctuation can sometimes go to hell when you're just thinking using a keyboard. taletned musicians know that because they play jazz...jazz is punctuated whenever puntuation is desired rather than required. desire is more important. everything we need is not really what we want. dry kill logic.
normalcy should never have been allowed to survive as a word. i don't think it is one either. how about just normal? that's another word that has no purpose. normal is going to sleep and waking up feeling fresh. abnormal is going to sleep on the floor with the light on hearing random strangers and close relatives talk with your eyes closed and deriving pleasure from it....for it feels just like going to sleep in class...A-section boys may have missed out on that...but if one were to ask bilal rana what fun it is to sleep in class...i'm sure he would rape tolkien with his description. i hate tolkien for he made goldberry for me to covet...what a bastard...himself a gay cock sucker...he messed with the drug addled minds of mutants. half the death metal i've seen is based on tolkien's messed up and so lovely world. middle earth...i'll shove my middle finger up his ass if i ever find him...and now that he' s dead...i'll relish the experience even more.
i have examples...amon amarth is a band...amon amarth means mount doom...mount doom was the place where golum went down with the ring...but this is strictly showing off as all of the brainy know....how predictable...how sweet...this fine looking tasty with tender meat...gorgoroth is a band...which is either a valley in rohan or somewhere of that sort...there are many more...very good bands based on the psychotic delusions of an old old man who thought he was gandalf...ok so i made that up...he didn't think he was gandalf...and he had kids too...
people are surprised when they find old people mingling with children...especially mysterious old men. michael jackson, anjum bond, lewis carrol...(however you spell that faggot's name) the point is...or so i've heard...anjum bond never actually sodomised anybody or get sodomised...he just enjoyed the presence of young boys...perhaps it made him feel young...i've heard of him buying them, food and stuff...but then again i HEARD that he took it up the ass and made boys do the same to him...then there's michael the freakson...nobody has videos of him doing boys....and if there were...nobody would watch them...except anjum bond and lewis...unless my theory is right...and they';re just fruity old men who like children...but lewis carrol actually did have fun with a girl named alice...so he's kind of an unresearched selection for my thesis of nonsense...for heaven's sake man be careful...the cunts may be watching...
i was standing pissing in the toilet bowl when i realised that this was the longest leak i had ever taken...i felt proud...i noticed the steady stream fall gradually...slowly...until eventually with a couple of quick spurts...i had achieved greatness...raised the level of liquid present in the bowl higher than ever before...since i'm on drugs and sleep a lot...when i do eventually wake up i leak like the titanic. it would be a strange thing to explain but since it doesn't matter i'll let you know that there are more universes (?) than you think there are...so be careful...somebody is always doing what you're not.
as i sit writing...i write a lot...part of my therapy...let the demons fall...etc...as i sit writing here...people randomly come up to me and pull my cheeks...ruffle my hair...talk to me...i don't answer...to me i look like a greening mutant with enough body weight to fill a cup...and a nose that grows ever on as i lose more weight...but some people you will notice that they don't stop pulling your cheeks...even if you're unshaven with armpit hair on the face and 20 years old. i have spent 20 years on planet girth (mirth) and i have decided to rant openly like the fool that i am.
the "6me" written on my hand has gone to waste...the tutor never came...you'll find this strange but this is the same day...i posted my first post today and it is still the same day...to me it feels like exactly three days have passed...and it's been a long time since i was last seen...but that's just xanax and other stuff...which is illegal and I DO NOT SELL IT...STOP ASKING ME YOU SONS OF BITCHES...it's hard enough making do for myself. i now truly understand why the "prawn" was so reluctant to part with his stash...
one would think that i have led a miserable miserable life (childhood) and am all self destructive and blah blooh...to be quite honest i've had the best childhood imagineable...it was made of the faces of small children and fit snugly over my head in the winters...i used to wear it exactly like little red riding hood used to wear hers...sure, peeling off the faces of young children can be tedious but you must remember to soften them by bludgeoning them again and again on the face...you may either use a hammer or a large flat rock...after the facial bones are completely crushed you may use any surgical instrument to make a "childhood." remember, crushing the face is strictly for personal enjoyment and has naught to do with the actual removal of the face itself...if you've seen "face off" and you don't really care if the patient survives the operation...you can just use a fountain pen (hannibal to be honest)...some people actually get erections from hearing people scream...(most japanese do) for those people i recommend a sound proof room where they can tie their victim...for normal people...(sigh the word normal...it never leaves me alone...regardless...) for normal people i recommend anything under the sun that they like except farting...which is impolite...except for poor champaango who just can't control it and would let loose a fart in the most stiffest of places...i can see him greet the president by farting.
my mother is asking me if i want to go to a psychiatrist...i told her that she's my mother and it's up to her...mainly because i'm not really interested in spending "quiet time" with a stranger...and i am pretty sure nothing quite as dramatic and emotionally stimulating as a scene from "good will hunting" is ever going to take place...aah my lovely group of friends...half of them deserve rehab...and half of them deserve more drugs. or tingly nether regions...one should never leave home without a tingly nether region...otherwise the journey won't be long and hard...and f that isn't there then what is where? does anybody care? thankyou molly for your support and encouragement...i've been stuck on the same goddamn pun for three years now...more or less...incidentally...i came up with it...come as you are...as you were...as i flaunt you to be...as a friend...as a friend...
my friend...who was on a sufficient amount of ketamine (an anaesthetic/animal tranquilizer) messaged me on my mother's mobile...i don't own one because i'm rarely alive enough to be called so i see no point. the message read:
"What a beautiful life i've had. I think the beauty of my thoughts is still draining into my being as i speak. I've had the most calm, mostunbelievably amazing experience of my life. I've actually missed you today despite it all."
it's the kind of mutant banter that makes you smile and say,
"i wish i had credit in this goddamn thing."
i have completely forgotten the reason why i started writing this post...short term memory loss is a painkiller but it's also quite frustrating. i mean if you really really actually want to know what it was that you wanted to do...6me...he is late...if that indeed is him...i don't wish to answer the door...let the devil take his soul. tutor...maths.
to me four days have now passed. by tomorrow, today will be as distant a memory as a year. sigh...he keeps ringing the bell...i better get going/....
(all hail) martin pale
naturally there was more to it than pretty trees and shiny hills...there were more sober elements. distant memories reflected in ruins and all sorts of crap like that...but as a general rule i prefer the first book...a bit slow in the beginning but after a few chapters we meet goldberry. i refuse to acknowledge that son of a bitch (tom bombadil) for he is too happy...anybody who gets to hump the river daughter has to be happy...and anybody who can keep the river daughter happier than i could is my enemy. punctuation can sometimes go to hell when you're just thinking using a keyboard. taletned musicians know that because they play jazz...jazz is punctuated whenever puntuation is desired rather than required. desire is more important. everything we need is not really what we want. dry kill logic.
normalcy should never have been allowed to survive as a word. i don't think it is one either. how about just normal? that's another word that has no purpose. normal is going to sleep and waking up feeling fresh. abnormal is going to sleep on the floor with the light on hearing random strangers and close relatives talk with your eyes closed and deriving pleasure from it....for it feels just like going to sleep in class...A-section boys may have missed out on that...but if one were to ask bilal rana what fun it is to sleep in class...i'm sure he would rape tolkien with his description. i hate tolkien for he made goldberry for me to covet...what a bastard...himself a gay cock sucker...he messed with the drug addled minds of mutants. half the death metal i've seen is based on tolkien's messed up and so lovely world. middle earth...i'll shove my middle finger up his ass if i ever find him...and now that he' s dead...i'll relish the experience even more.
i have examples...amon amarth is a band...amon amarth means mount doom...mount doom was the place where golum went down with the ring...but this is strictly showing off as all of the brainy know....how predictable...how sweet...this fine looking tasty with tender meat...gorgoroth is a band...which is either a valley in rohan or somewhere of that sort...there are many more...very good bands based on the psychotic delusions of an old old man who thought he was gandalf...ok so i made that up...he didn't think he was gandalf...and he had kids too...
people are surprised when they find old people mingling with children...especially mysterious old men. michael jackson, anjum bond, lewis carrol...(however you spell that faggot's name) the point is...or so i've heard...anjum bond never actually sodomised anybody or get sodomised...he just enjoyed the presence of young boys...perhaps it made him feel young...i've heard of him buying them, food and stuff...but then again i HEARD that he took it up the ass and made boys do the same to him...then there's michael the freakson...nobody has videos of him doing boys....and if there were...nobody would watch them...except anjum bond and lewis...unless my theory is right...and they';re just fruity old men who like children...but lewis carrol actually did have fun with a girl named alice...so he's kind of an unresearched selection for my thesis of nonsense...for heaven's sake man be careful...the cunts may be watching...
i was standing pissing in the toilet bowl when i realised that this was the longest leak i had ever taken...i felt proud...i noticed the steady stream fall gradually...slowly...until eventually with a couple of quick spurts...i had achieved greatness...raised the level of liquid present in the bowl higher than ever before...since i'm on drugs and sleep a lot...when i do eventually wake up i leak like the titanic. it would be a strange thing to explain but since it doesn't matter i'll let you know that there are more universes (?) than you think there are...so be careful...somebody is always doing what you're not.
as i sit writing...i write a lot...part of my therapy...let the demons fall...etc...as i sit writing here...people randomly come up to me and pull my cheeks...ruffle my hair...talk to me...i don't answer...to me i look like a greening mutant with enough body weight to fill a cup...and a nose that grows ever on as i lose more weight...but some people you will notice that they don't stop pulling your cheeks...even if you're unshaven with armpit hair on the face and 20 years old. i have spent 20 years on planet girth (mirth) and i have decided to rant openly like the fool that i am.
the "6me" written on my hand has gone to waste...the tutor never came...you'll find this strange but this is the same day...i posted my first post today and it is still the same day...to me it feels like exactly three days have passed...and it's been a long time since i was last seen...but that's just xanax and other stuff...which is illegal and I DO NOT SELL IT...STOP ASKING ME YOU SONS OF BITCHES...it's hard enough making do for myself. i now truly understand why the "prawn" was so reluctant to part with his stash...
one would think that i have led a miserable miserable life (childhood) and am all self destructive and blah blooh...to be quite honest i've had the best childhood imagineable...it was made of the faces of small children and fit snugly over my head in the winters...i used to wear it exactly like little red riding hood used to wear hers...sure, peeling off the faces of young children can be tedious but you must remember to soften them by bludgeoning them again and again on the face...you may either use a hammer or a large flat rock...after the facial bones are completely crushed you may use any surgical instrument to make a "childhood." remember, crushing the face is strictly for personal enjoyment and has naught to do with the actual removal of the face itself...if you've seen "face off" and you don't really care if the patient survives the operation...you can just use a fountain pen (hannibal to be honest)...some people actually get erections from hearing people scream...(most japanese do) for those people i recommend a sound proof room where they can tie their victim...for normal people...(sigh the word normal...it never leaves me alone...regardless...) for normal people i recommend anything under the sun that they like except farting...which is impolite...except for poor champaango who just can't control it and would let loose a fart in the most stiffest of places...i can see him greet the president by farting.
my mother is asking me if i want to go to a psychiatrist...i told her that she's my mother and it's up to her...mainly because i'm not really interested in spending "quiet time" with a stranger...and i am pretty sure nothing quite as dramatic and emotionally stimulating as a scene from "good will hunting" is ever going to take place...aah my lovely group of friends...half of them deserve rehab...and half of them deserve more drugs. or tingly nether regions...one should never leave home without a tingly nether region...otherwise the journey won't be long and hard...and f that isn't there then what is where? does anybody care? thankyou molly for your support and encouragement...i've been stuck on the same goddamn pun for three years now...more or less...incidentally...i came up with it...come as you are...as you were...as i flaunt you to be...as a friend...as a friend...
my friend...who was on a sufficient amount of ketamine (an anaesthetic/animal tranquilizer) messaged me on my mother's mobile...i don't own one because i'm rarely alive enough to be called so i see no point. the message read:
"What a beautiful life i've had. I think the beauty of my thoughts is still draining into my being as i speak. I've had the most calm, mostunbelievably amazing experience of my life. I've actually missed you today despite it all."
it's the kind of mutant banter that makes you smile and say,
"i wish i had credit in this goddamn thing."
i have completely forgotten the reason why i started writing this post...short term memory loss is a painkiller but it's also quite frustrating. i mean if you really really actually want to know what it was that you wanted to do...6me...he is late...if that indeed is him...i don't wish to answer the door...let the devil take his soul. tutor...maths.
to me four days have now passed. by tomorrow, today will be as distant a memory as a year. sigh...he keeps ringing the bell...i better get going/....
(all hail) martin pale
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