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Riverside Queuetie: The Quezsecist of the Quezsecism

Aqua Vitae, Post Mortem

12/18/07 06:18 pm - heart

Expedite my conquest to the roadstead full of exuberant potentials and away from everything.
I wish my heart would have stopped before I met you because it has been broken ever since.

10/13/07 11:46 am - World Down Under Series



I felt free as a bird at the beach till I realized it was just a trap. They have installed sharp blades in the shallow area. They re-use you as fertilizer for the nearby woods... go figure. So we traveled back home. We wanted to go to the goods store first.

We were just walking around in town and the police walked up to us and pulled my friends eye out.

It's hard to go have fun anymore. It's like going on a mission any time we have to pass through town. The smog is becoming so thick... we can barely see where we are going anymore.

I have to carry a flashlight just in case I am out too late. Luckily I know where to run if a muerte-bot comes across me. My friend wasn't so lucky though... a robot caught him and raped him.

The horrible sounds of people crying really gets to me.
Some can't afford masks, so they are left breathing the atmosphere.

Just because we are underpaid, doesn't mean we should be exterminated.

I don't know how the world came to be this way. Police brutality, angry muerte-bots, and zombie-drone humans that don't want to help themselves.

My buddy Vita showed me where he goes to watch television.
That's how I know when and where the embots will do their sweeps.

We have to go underground. It's wet and there are live wires everywhere. It's dangerous but it seems like everything is full of death nowadays.

I found out the the muerte-bots don't go down there because they don't know how to climb down ladders. I used that to my advantage once.

I climbed up a ladder while I was being chased and ran around on the rooftop. By the time I was climbing back down, the muerte-robot was terribly confused as to where I was and to where it was. I think it's still up there, it's been a month already.

We don't talk much about the ladders though, they might find out about it and try to fix the glitch.



I lost my friend that had one eye.
It turns out the policeman had planted a mini-bomb in his eye socket.

I was walking underground and I noticed that they came up with a new idea.
They started a new project called "Pesci Adulti".

It's where they take a person and a giant fish and somehow put them together to make these weird underground mutants.



They cannot go into the sun though, so we are trying to reprogram an embot to teach these mutants how to climb ladders.

That way, this embot we have will lead a bunch of mutants to a rooftop where they will die and the embot will be trapped. We will be able to retrieve it later on this week.

I will laugh when the bigwigs smell the failure of their project on their rooftops.

The government took ideas from the aliens that invaded years ago.
They made public pools into traps just like the beaches.

The pools have giant fans in the far bottom corner.
The fan slowly pulls you to the other side of the pool. You think it is fun at first till you realize what they are trying to do. It'll suck you up and chop you in to pieces.
I almost lost another friend to this.
We thought it would be too risky to try using the public showers.

While we walked through town again, the same policeman that pulled my friends' eye out threw a grenade at a mother and her son.
Luckily, they were sitting by the river and the grenade went under water.

Some vigilante saw this happen and shot the policeman in the throat.
He choked on his blood for a few minutes. He kept trying to call the vigilante some obscene name. He obviously didn't get to communicate his anger towards the vigilante.

I don't know where I am going to sleep tonight. It is almost dark and I am five miles away from home.



I was at the funeral home, just passing through.
It is a short cut to the next road that I needed to be on.
A lady asked me if I needed anything and I lied and just told her that I was remembering back when I was there last. She told me that business has been slow lately. I thought to myself... I thought business will probably speed up pretty soon. I jokingly told her that I will try to help her business out but I can assured her that I will not become a customer.



Her husband was upstairs in his office. He yelled at her to go up there and cover his work for him while he went to the gas station. As I was leaving the funeral home, the man insisted that he would give me a lift. He took me to the gas station and right as he parked, he was shot in the forehead.

I jumped out of his truck and ran across the street and looked around. The police had shot him on accident. They were trying to shoot a man on a motorcycle. I got away as soon as possible.

I noticed the two Taco Bells right next to each other... so I knew I was close to home.
The restaurants are in high competition.

Helicopters were flying all around the area. Something big was happening and I didn't know what was going on.

There was a riot. People on bikes with guns and swords.

I got home and was out on the balcony watching all of these people march by.
I'd say every 30 seconds somebody got shot in front of our house.
They just kept marching.
I don't know where they were going.

I looked up because I heard the helicopter stop making noise...
it was falling right for us. I didn't have enough time to run all the way downstairs and away from the building, so I accepted that I might just die.
The helicopter missed us and landed right in the middle of the street.
I jumped backwards and I felt the heat from the explosion.



You see, they just want the world for themselves.
They want to make it miserable for us.
They want us to die off.
It won't happen that easy.

They'll make some new technique to try and kills us off, we will retaliate and ruin their new plan.
I have a feeling that they think we are un-educated.

They have started to poison the water.
This is just getting horrible.
They have no feelings.
Even little kids drink this water.
Everyone turns up dead.



To stay alive, you have to stay on your feet.
You have to know what's going on.
Networking is key.

I could just sit around at my house all day... but they'll get me if I do.

We had a meeting down below in the tunnels.
We have plans to dig deeper and make a new world down below.

We will try to get as many people down here as possible so the big wigs think we are all gone.
They will be surprised.

We are starting to get people with great skills. Pretty soon we'll have a workshop that specializes in making weapons.

First big thing we have to do is create some sort of security system. It sounds crazy but we are actually thinking of putting a bar code on each person down here.
If you don't have a bar code while trying to enter, you are immediately shot.

Of course, we have to make that well known. We will set up stations where you can get your bar code. The stations can't stay in one place or they'll get shut down.

There are new embots that know how to climb down ladders. The rich tried to teach them how to get down here.
Luckily one of our people saw this happening.

We welded one ladder onto another. These ladders lead you down into a deep hole. When the ladder ends, there is a 12 foot drop. We hung a rope a few feet away from the ladder... one of our guys was being chased by an embot and he climbed down the ladder real quick and jumped to grab the rope. He held on tight till the bot passed him and just kept climbing down the ladder. The bot dropped down and got trapped.

The funny thing about these embots is they all know where each other are. If one stays still too long, another one will come by and check up on it. So guess what happened...
by the end of the week, we had about a dozen embots all in one area.
Just another crazy day.



I was enjoying my cigarette that I had been holding onto for two weeks and this man approached me while I was sitting on a bench in town. He stood in front of me and said that I would be perfect for the "dinner party".



He pulled out a switch blade and tried jumping at me.
I pulled out my gun real fast and shot him in the gut. I proceeded to pistol-whip him in the face to knock him out and drag his body into a dark corner.

I searched all of his pockets and found $1,000 in cash in his wallet.
The most money I had been used to holding at one time is ten dollars.

This is perfect.
This is my ticket in.
This is my way to help out.
I just hope he doesn't have a wife or kids.

I had his address from his ID.
I had his keys. I practically now had his life.

Before I took off to find his house, I dropped his body in the dark hole full of embots.
I'll deal with it later. I'll just let a fish-man eat it.

His house is on the expensive side of town.
I made sure to keep his suit.

I thought the only way I can go walk into his house is by cleaning the suit and obtaining a hat. I'll go in at night time. I am the same height as him. I'll just go in as quick as possible.

Finding his house wasn't too hard, you just look for the nice roads and cars. The landscaping is perfect. I also hoped he didn't have a vicious dog or I'd have to put it to sleep.

I made it to his house in about an hour. I looked through his mail. I had to find out more personal information.

His place is so full of money. He has a nice old Jaguar parked in the street.
I am confused though, he must have a second car. I doubt he went into town on foot.

8/12/07 12:30 am - It is the dream of non-lucidity.

singe the lies and make sure they get capped.
turn off the lights and call it a night.
Laudanum lake had me wanting to stay.
It felt like I was finally with you.

Facades make the world go round.
If only the facades could stay constant.
We would be in heaven.

they want me to degrade women around me
I don't think it's fair to me or anyone.
Let us not be like the plebeians.

I don't want it because it doesn't want me...
it's gone further than the eye can see.
faded in then pushed out
away, away...

late night walks
jazz and techno
it's better when
it's room-temperature outside.

I did everything you wanted
I'd fight till the end
whatever you need
is what I give.

I cast my words on the sailing ship
that cuts the tides
when I am not around.
like tiles on the roof

they'll be jealous
you know they'll scream
when they see us together

pushing the tears from the sky
down the intricate system...
trying to understand
the ambiguity of Eutopia.

I'd hold hands but I'd prefer we didn't right now
the man has a shotgun watching my every move
for I am different.

harmonics are demonic and vindictive.
perfect harmony
has starved us
with smiles on our faces.

different doesn't mean a thing...
we'll change their minds.
someday it'll be easier.

Disharmonious actions would show confliction.
Our state would become a contradiction.

7/12/07 10:13 am - Dark Side of Oz


Dark Side of Oz
"Dark Side of Oz" on Google Video
This is a trippy video mash-up of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon, and the Wizard of Oz.

3/18/07 08:20 pm - Sparkle Tea

one cut through life,
one cut to hell.


glass will break
to fall
and decorate

the ground with
flesh cutting
sparkles
unlike sugar,

glass will kill
the one who
sprinkles
the sparkles
into their drink.

makes you think
of all the times
you would have rather
used glass
instead of sugar

put your worst
on the top
of the list
for December's
glass special


nobody knows
when it will stop.
dead time will tell.

8/12/06 01:30 am - Normalities of me.

I am pissed at the world.

I don't know what to do when I am pissed.

Some people cut.
I would normally do drugs.
I quit that though.
Surprisingly I want to stop drinking so much.

It's hard to get addicted to not being an addict.

I don't want to get into specifics.
It's not in my taste to go into detail about my personal issues or situations anymore.

Not that anyone fucking cares anyway.

Like I once said, people get too lost in their worlds to notice the crumbling of another.

Maybe by luck... one might remember one who faded away long ago.

I hate it when people can't come to terms with one another.
I dislike how people can't be blunt with others in explaining why there is conflict.

I don't like how conflict is dismissed as ones own fault.

All of life is that ridiculous Catch-22.

I can't do shit without something going wrong because I didn't do it Plan B style instead of A.
Plan A equaling the style that is mine and not yours.
There are always repercussions.
Always damned either way.
Just kill me already karma.

One may say this is prose... but this is how Jeff Marshall thinks... so get used to it.
This isn't poetry.
It's not Kosher either.
Nothing is alright.

I know when things are bad they can become better.
Just getting sick of it happening in this cycle.

Try to have a good time and the demon becomes released and arguments sprout like dandelions.
Always talks that I should get up and go.
Who knows what might happen then.

Might get too comfortable being gone to where I will cut off all contacts.
So is my invitation to leave a way of saying fuck off we don't like you?
You have over stayed your welcome... go elsewhere... happy trails go die.

Life is all about the green evil also.
Nobody can communicate like we are supposed to.
Always has to be planned and orderly.
Always involves money.
Has to be something spectacular.

People say they are bored yet nobody wants to do anything.
Has the U.S. gotten lazy?
Everyone says how they want to move somewhere else... yet they stay chained down to their nasty routines.

What's the deal with people disliking things that don't affect them?
Talk about being selfish.
Talk about closed minds.

I am closing this entry.

8/11/06 12:19 am - Figure

I still love the movie.
It is a Samsung Blade.

I went out to eat at alot of mail.
This morning I tired.
I am pretty sure I might be close to heaven this next semester.

This week has been pretty cool because my sister is at Macomb Community College.
It's pretty cool. It's slick. It's thin. Most importantly it's negro.
Playing with just two people in a normal cell phone game gets boring.

I finally registered for classes in town to visit.
I bought an Uno phone this week too.
I wanted to... to eat.

I only worked one day this week so far because I got Naked Lunch.
OH! I managed to bruise the ball of my foot in the places a few days ago.
Last Saturday was the... eat something.

I spent hours on the creamer and toppped my cereal off with delicious.
I really like playing Uno Attack.
It shows how a writer thinks and lives.

I didn't know what I was going river.
Raisin Bran sounds bomb.
I was really woke up.

6/19/06 12:01 pm - this is new, in an old way.

questions are asked and answers are made.
they are too cruel.

they're wrong and sometimes right
but in either case, you're a fool.

it steals your emotion...
keep what you already have.

I'm opposite when it comes to
being together.
you would say the same if you were me.

when there's no hope for the future...
miserable feelings stay forever.
it's what I want.

this is not about you.

long for good-being...

this world is full of surprises
many people with like many disguises
sometimes it feels like entrapment.
expeditions of bad might drain your anger.

loathe the non-friendly.
life might live happily ever after.

you might like it if I changed my appearance
this is my life, this is not yours.
you have your life and I'll stay out
of yours if you wanted, but it seems you
don't mind if I stay...

it might make you feel insecure.
explosions of faith might change your mind.

you can't do anything to change me
you would try to fool me to.

you can't find
the words to express
it's loveliness.

use it like your own
until it lets you down.

I can't believe you tried to trick me.

all your lies...
while I was down and out

you can't resist me,
you're pathetic.

I like it
when you conflict me.

before it expires,
you might miss the date.

you better hurry
before it's too late

you used and abused me

how great
now you lose me

goodbye
no more

your sad eyes won't see anymore.

so similar
in how we fall apart.

6/18/06 02:48 am

the guards make sure you don't walk down the stairs.

they will make the worms eat you.

the view is so amazing....

I have never seen this upside down.

There are only 5 stars....

I don't see how you see six.



now I hear alcohol impairs your sleeping pattern...
but the question is....

does it make you go straight to R.E.M.?

I guess we'll find out.

4/26/06 10:07 am - There was me, that is Jefferson, and I regret writing this stracky paper.

Odin cold morning, I slowly try to get out of bed and strive to prepare for rabbit. It's freezing in my room. The dark gloomy weather outside gives me no motivation at all. The von of a burnt out vanilla candle still lingers after hours of serving me with like it's nice, sladky von.. Since I stayed up late the nochy before, I skorry try to make myself appear somewhat respectable smottovat before I ookadeet the domy, O my brothers. I have only 15 minootas to get to rabbit on raz. It takes about 15 minootas from my domy to the Commissary.

The Commissary is located on the Selfridge Air National Chasso Base. I rabbit as an Independent Contractor. The Commissary is a bolshy grocery store that sells at low prices and it has no sales tax. It's a tomtick deceiving though, because they still collect a surcharge of roughly 4.5 per golly you spend. In the end, you actually do end up saving cutter if you compare to other stores. Independent Contractor is just a fancier eemya for bagger. I rabbit on the PM shift. To rabbit on the PM shift, you must be a full raz student. I attend Macomb Community College for 14 credit hours. The speed limits on the route to the Commissary are low.

Ittying 15 mph over the speed limit, I race my way to the fenced in military establishment. Riverside to 4th Street. Across Crocker to Dickinson. 3-way stops are baddiwad. There is usually somebody who is in too much of a hurry for the 3-way stop; I always get ready for a gulliver on collision. I make my way through a residential area. Luckily, the speed limit increases by 10 mph on every new road I approach. At 25 mph to 35 mph, South River Road is windy, and dangerous when wet.

Yeckating over the speed limit isn't always dangerous. You can pull off ittying 50 on South River as long as you slow down 5-10 mph on the curves, depending on the weather. I approach Bridgeview and shvat off for North River Road. Up the bridge, then down the bridge, I tend to have to stop at the next traffic light. I veer right onto the road that highway speeds are possible. The speed limit is 45 mph, I itty 60. Police officers ought to watch that road once in a while. I viddy odin about odin raz per year. I don't think I have ever viddied anybody pulled over on that road. I get my military id ready to show.

I approach the Golf Gate. I show my id to the chasso. “Have a nice day, boss.” govoreets the chasso. I respond “Thank you, and you do the same!”. Some veshches just never change. Odin veshch that will never change is the speed limits on Selfridge. The limits on Selfridge are not limits to be broken. I turn my overdrive off and set the cruise control to 35. I turn ookadetted on the death curve at the end of the golf course. The speed limit falls down to 25, I set the cruise control to 26. Rozzes are not fun on Selfridge, they have nothing better to do. They aren't even military. Although we do have MP's on base, the D.O.D. Police are just normal civilians. They park where you are not allowed to park at the Commissary.

I arrive at the Commissary and I viddy a rozz breaking the rules. The police officer is of course parked right next to the barricade where you are not supposed to park. I shake my gulliver in disgust towards him. I park at the far end of the parking lot because that's where the workers have to park. I sit in my car for a minoota to sloosh to odin last warble. As, I am slooshing to Tom Petty, I roll my okno down to get a sense of how cold it is outside again. It's freezing out. I immediately turn the Tom Petty off because he is only dobby to sloosh to when it's warm and sun silver-like out. I skvat my bagger tag and start goolying inside.

About 8 different lewdies govoreet “Hi Jeff!”. It's sort of nice to slooshy, but not today. Nobody wants to smile when they itty to rabbit. The same mesto everyday reminds Your Humble Narrator of hell. I don't like to smile when arriving, but I do anyway. “Lane 8.” govoreets Jack, the gulliver bagger. “But yesterday it govoreeted lane 5. I can't stand rabbiting with like Kay.” I replied. Jack govoreeted “Horrorshow then you can itty domy, you are a volunteer bagger, you know.” then I instantly govoreeted “Yeah I know that. That's not what you govoreeted the other day.” The day seems to get worse before it gets better. Viddy I rabbit for tips and receive no paycheck.

I itty to my lane, and govoreet hi hi hi to Kay. She asks what my bagger number is and then proceeds to start our first soviet. “Cold in plastic, rest in paper.” govoreets the customer, “and put the kleb on top of the eggiwegs.”. The customer watches me as I soomka. She watches my every move. She then govoreets “You can put more in that soomka, I know it can hold more.” I govoreet “Yeah, I might be able to, but it will razrez.” The customer then skvats the soomka that she thinks can hold more and starts jamming random items in it. RIP, itties the soomka. I just shake my gulliver and continue bagging as she re-soomkas every veshch, O my brothers. The customer had the nerve to govoreet “I think you are ittying a malenky to slow for me.”. I then skvat tip can and govoreet “Then YOU soomka it faster.” I then itty and sit in the break room to wait till the next soviet comes down the lane.

I am bagging the next soviet and I think to Your Humble Narrator... I wonder why we don't use boxes instead of soomkas? I then itty the gulliver bagger and ask him, he govoreets he doesn't know. At the Commissary, there is an oozy of soviet odin must follow if anyone has a request for action to be taken for any given situation. For instance, I have to itty through 3 lewdies just to govoreet to the Store Director. The management is dva-litsoed. They all are trying to smot their best to get a promotion. Jeff is stuck at the bottom of the oozy. My question still remains not answered. I proceed to shvat the customers groceries out to his car.

The customer jokingly govoreets “Nice day out here.” I reply “Yeah, tell me about this weather. I hate it. I want to move away for the winter. Lewdies yeckate so bezoomny around here too. I don't know, maybe I have been here too long. I have only moved once in my jeezny. I am bolnoy of cheesting salt off of my car all the raz.”. He then govoreets “Yeah, govoreeting of car cheests, I think Selfridge should have a car cheest with like hot molodoy high skolliwoll devotchkas standing around in bikinis... wouldn't that be the jeezny?” I try to hold back from smecking too hard. The customer has to be at least 50 years starry. I didn't reply to his question because I was afraid what he might govoreet next. He gives me 3 gollies, govoreets have a nice day, then I run back inside. All day I got customers like him. I slooshied raskazzes of Vietnam, lewdies tell me some of the history of Selfridge, and I conversed about the weather.

I don't get paid hourly; I can't complain. Everything is tax free. Cold hard pretty polly is all I want in my carman when I ookadeet from rabbit. I made 80 gollies that day. The only downside is that they were all in singles. I had to itty to a nearby store to change the singles for bolshier bills. The ride domy is calm.

I obey the speed limits on my yeckate domy. I arrive at my domy and recount the cutter I made. I then spat on the recliner to get ready for a nochy of fun. I party and then eemya it a nochy and itty to spat. I wake up the next day and just wonder what might be in store for me.

4/16/06 05:54 pm - UPDATE ON ME

Well people want to know what's been going on with me instead of reading my boring poetry blah.

I am still going to boring school, yes it's true.

I now have way more free time on my hands.
I don't work weekdays anymore.

Who else wants to be a workout buddy?

Kim and I are going to go to the fitness center throughout the week, hopefully.

I am now a subscriber of Netflix.
I have been watching movies a lot. It's so much easier to see what I want when I want it now.
Netflix is a whole new world... and it's a lot cheaper than going to a video store.

Work has been too slow for me.
Weekdays are pointless because I make barely any money at all.

I might just go in one day and see if anyone wants to leave.
I will only stay for somebody if it looks like I will make at least more than 15 dollars.

Just making Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday designated days to work doesn't make any sense at all.
I go in for only 3 and a half hours. Sometimes less.

I am looking for other places to work... any ideas?
Tell me.

Today was so boring at work but I made at least 60 dollars.
All I did was sit around.
I seriously feel like I got free money.
I guess I was paid to be bored,
to sit around,
and apparently look like a sexy-man.

I still want to lose 20 pounds.
Everyone tells me I am not fat at all.
I am.
I am supposed to be skinny.
Everyone is used to America.
If you aren't obese, you aren't fat.
But I am fat.
So if you look like me, you are fat too.
:) Be a workout buddy!

I dropped my Economics class a week or two ago.
The class made me feel real stupid.
The teacher picked people at random to answer the question he just asked.
The class was 2 hours and 45 minutes.
I had to stay alert and ready the whole time.
I have a hard time learning something that isn't interesting to me in the slightest...
Economics sounded like it was going to be fun, involving, and interesting.
Two thumbs down to Economics.

I thought I was going to have to drop my English class too.
I sound like a horrible student.

Here is what happened:
I went to English on the first day... it was fun.
I went to the next few classes... then I realized that we weren't really going to be learning much out of the book AT ALL.
I didn't buy the books... oh yeah there were 2 I was supposed to buy.
Why pay more than 50 dollars on something that you aren't going to use?

My original teacher didn't really teach at all... nothing against him, I enjoyed his classes.
He is like 82 years old. He had retired like 3 times already. He was the oldest teacher at Macomb.
Every class he told us stories about the past. He was a talker. Very interesting.
He assigned us a paper.
He ended up breaking his hand... so he wasn't able to write anymore.
He told us that he might be done with our class and somebody else will replace him.

I came in to class and the dean told us we could either drop or stay.
If we dropped... we would be reimbursed.
I decided to stay because the new teacher told us that if we did the paper we were previously assigned, we automatically get 100% on it.

Now this new teacher is nice.
She understood that our other teacher didn't teach us anything.
All of the sudden we had to do stuff in the book that I had forgotten about weeks before.
I never bought the book... I simply didn't do the assignments that we had to turn in every class.

Assignments kept adding up and my grade seemed to keep going down.
I had to talk to her about my situation before the final drop day.

Since I write wonderful papers... my grade is high enough to where those assignments will barely even change my grade.
It's a difference between an A+ and an A.
She understood why I didn't buy the book.
The last paper I did... it had to be 4 pages.
I did it right before class that day... and got an A.
I hate English classes but I am oh so good at it when I have to be.

So all is good right now with school.

I am going to do a project with a partner in my Journalism class.
We have to interview somebody with an interesting job and write about it.
It has to be a person you never really hear or read about.
What better person to interview than a car journalist, huh?
We were going to go with a nurse but that fell through.
Of course when I thought we were gonna go with the nurse, I mentioned to my partner about the guy across the street.
She also thought it was a good idea.
So we will se what comes from that.

I think I am done typing for now.

4/14/06 11:58 am

sometimes it's best when there are no words.

let everything else do the talking.

just stay where you are.

observe.

take it all in.

retaliate if you need to.

4/13/06 04:44 pm - weather 2

The sand has taken over.
The sand ate the water.
No water.
No water to drink...
Hot sun took it from the sand...
slowly
slowly it arose.

Heat steam fog... whatever you want to call it.
Palms sweat every ounce they have left.


The water dances it's way up...
heavy drums and music can be heard while this ritual takes place.

Precipitate...
anticipation...
how will the water get what it wants?

The final battle.
Silence.

Slow motion...
thoughtfulness.
No regret.
No remorse.
The rain works it's plan out in it's mind.

Get ready.

Bright
lightning
is forecasted.

Time clicks by.
Sands quiver.

Everyone is frightened.

Slowly the rain works a deal with the sun.
The sun knows that it can't survive without the water.

Water water
tricks the sun...
well not much of tricking is involved.
Just persuading.
Manipulating.

Sun approves the proposal.

The rain slowly pours down from the sky...
tearing away from the clouds.

Drops landing one by one
in my canteen.

There is an oasis now.
It is here to stay forever.

Whenever I want it, it's there.

4/13/06 12:53 pm - Anti-Clockwise: 3 contributors... 1 extra.

Jeff wrote:
There was a guy on his bike.
He was waiting at the crosswalk.
It seems as if he had been waiting for 3 whole minutes.
Another pedestrian looks over to him and tries to tell him a joke.
Bikeman starts laughing insanely before Jokeman could finish his joke.
The joke man gets pissed off and

Craig wrote:
starts crying.
He calls the bicycle man a bastard and scampers away, while flailing his arms.
Jokeman starts mumbling to himself while Bikeman pedals slowly behind him... Jokeman doesn't even notice.

Nick wrote:
Bikeman enjoyed bicycle riding.
It was a lot like making love.
The way he would begin by slowly pumping the pedals, gradually increasing his pace until his manhood was red hot and his breathing heavy.
His impassioned grip left nail marks on the handlebars.

Jeff wrote:
Jokeman looks behind him and immediately says "What the fuck are you doing following me?!"
The Jokeman randomly jumps to his right and crashes through the storefront window of a Little Caesars.
Three people inside started laughing hysterically while they almost choked on their pizza.

Craig wrote:
Jokeman says to Bikeman "I can't believe you wouldn't listen to my joke! I have been trying to tell this joke all day and nobody will listen... Nothing against you personally."
Bikeman replies "What the fuck?! I am bleeding to death!!!"

Nick wrote:
"What?!" yells Jokeman.
"Just kidding," replies Bikman with an impish smile and a wink, "now that's a joke."
"No it's not," whines Jokeman, "it's an ass thing to do,"
Jokeman is nearly in tears at this point,"you're an ass!"
"Hey, hey, hey" coos Bikeman, "relax, I'll listen to your joke, okay."
"You will?" Jokeman said wiping a tear from his eye and clearly in a vulnerable state,
"No!" yelled Bikeman as he slaps Bikeman across the face.
The smacking stinging sound reminded Bikeman of the many asses he had slapped during anal intercourse and he felt a stirring in his pants.
It was then that something in Jokeman snapped.

Tony wrote:
Jokeman pulled out a huge knife that he kept in his boot for killing snakes that wander in his house. He slashed the tires on Bikemans bike and cut the little ball off the handlebars.
Bikeman started to cry and said "Nuh-uh"

Jeff wrote:
Jokeman looks around and realizes that they are still in Little Caesars.
Jokeman stabs the biker to death, pulls out a gun, and tells everyone "Stay right where you are! This will only take a fucking minute! All I ever wanted was one lousy goddamn motherfucking silly stupid shitty minute!"
Then he said "I want everyone to listen real closely..."
"I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico."

Everyone lived happily ever after...

OR DID THEY?

:)

4/11/06 11:14 pm - go gone from here on out to the universe of empty

Change for the better.
Yet it could get much worse.

Somewhere I must have said something wrong.
Forgive me for caring.

I am going out to the unknown thing that you and I call reality.

Forgive me for sharing
what I thought could be of great worth.

Change is what I need.
It's best for both you and me.

You're cruel to me, you don't even know it.
I think I have become used to or addicted to your ways.

Don't know where I'll go.
Sometimes I wish it's far from here.
Far from the place I call home.

A new life.
A new world.
Not a new face...
but new choices.

Different food, I don't know...
maybe a different language too.
Whatever can get me to be far

A new place...
same race...
different names
maybe confusion.
away from you.

3/27/06 08:45 pm - SANGB Commissary

(20:39:06) Lennon Christo: your name online is "15 Points Dan"

(20:39:21) 15 Points Dan: i thought i was higher lol

(20:39:34) Lennon Christo: well that's what you started at from me

(20:39:40) 15 Points Dan: so what is this meat scandal andy was telling me about

(20:39:47) 15 Points Dan: k ill take ur 15 points

(20:42:18) Lennon Christo: omg Kathy told me that a lady called in saying that they told us 3 times specifically to keep the deli meat by itself. this lady said "keep the meat together but separate"
I didn't know what they meant but we assumed to put all the meat together and keep it separate from everything else.
she called in to say that we put the deli meat with the red meat... so she threw it away and now she wants more meat.

(20:43:30) 15 Points Dan: what

(20:43:46) 15 Points Dan: are u kidding me thats the dumest thing i have ever heard

(20:43:51) Lennon Christo: now Kathy said we might have to pay for it. I would have if it were only 3 dollars.
Kathy came to me and said she just got done talking to the managers and it turns out that we have to pay for it.
I ask her how much it is... she says it's 30 dollars and some odd cents.

(20:44:01) Lennon Christo: I was like fuck that

(20:44:42) 15 Points Dan: thats obsurd

(20:44:48) Lennon Christo: yeah let me go to Best Buy, purchase a TV... throw it out... and demand another because it didn't work and I have the reciept.

(20:45:22) 15 Points Dan: really

(20:45:55) 15 Points Dan: and what proof do we have that she actually threw it away

(20:46:30) Lennon Christo: yeah, that's why I am pissed that the managers even bothered to talk to her any longer

(20:47:05) Lennon Christo: and then they make us pay?
I didn't damage or lose anything.

(20:47:27) 15 Points Dan: yea really

3/19/06 03:49 pm - weather

I've abused drugs
They've abused me.

We did this
so I could see

if I remember
or forgot my name...

if I act odd
or seem the same.

they know me now
personally.
it's not hard for them to
remember me.

3/19/06 12:32 am - fun ID 2600:15 boat checkpoint

2600, I don't like to lose you.
2600... I just want to use you.

on the 15th, we both parted ways.
I said to myself "I hope that it stays where it flew to."

you...
you flew away...
hope you fly back to me...
some day.

so we
can re-unite
so I can use you.

In the boatyard... it's lost of fun.
The boat has lots it's fun.
We had some drinks and now we're done.

Time to move on...
last dance with...
roaches are hidden
somewhere, somehow.
and the termite wants to be executed.

Cold wind in the air...
waving flag over there. >

People getting ready for a long day of work. Painter to the side...
he acts like someone died...
he really must not be used to this.

Who really knows
where they came,
where they go.

I'm just glad that I'm barely of their kind.

3/10/06 01:57 am

kicking my way through,
here I come...

get out of my way...
this is my life, not yours.

I tried to care,
you shut me out.
you tried to shut me down
before I left.

now I'm back,
I'm here to stay.
if you have a problem,
it's your time to leave.

you thought I'd fade away forever.
sure I was losing focus,
but now you know
that I am hard to get rid of.

I brought my darkness with me,
hope you can bear it.
it's not leaving...

now you get to see how the pain feels.
you go get lost now,
get lost in the lies and despair.
maybe I can ignore you for a change.

care for me,
I dare you...
it would be a surprise
might even scare me.
don't worry though,
I won't believe you like I used to.

those games are over with now.

3/9/06 12:43 pm - fade xkivtin

I fade away
shake in fear and confusion

nobody around
people have no clue...

cold and empty
with the burn still lingering

I'm being pulled away
detached from the world

I might get pulled away too far
nobody will notice at all


it's dark where I am
it's extremely lonely

no time to be awake
no time for food
no time for thinking
no time to move

things that I long for are so far away
I can't reach them

I can't reach anything

somebody might be able to help
but I doubt that will happen

I'll be away
nobody will notice

it'll be shocking when I'm back.

nothing will change though

everything stays the same
I've been here before.

things always have time to get worse
because better doesn't want to be around
just like I am not wanted

look, watch me fade
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