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Thursday, July 6th, 2006
1:11 pm
the "product" we refer to is well equipped in the service abilities of your common woman. though, in our opinion (any many others), we have manufactured her to be far surperior to that of any "common" woman. there are of course risks to be taken, though we rarely recieve complaints from our clients.

(that unreadable fine print)

defective product has been known to wreak havoc upon small villages and town folk.

(make that sweet, green, philiosophical love)

just sign here

initial here

then sign here

here

and here


(your signature waives responsibility from jones inc. we apologize for any inconvenience)


tweleve months later...
client: she's falling apart and she killed my dog.
sales representative: (silence)
client: you know that once she swan in beauty?
sales representative: that's true.
client: well, where did it go?

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Wednesday, July 5th, 2006
9:37 pm
i have come for you, and i'm coming for you.

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Monday, July 3rd, 2006
12:10 am - march 6th
he reached over the back seat, which had been fashioned into a makeshift bed for the two of them, to grab his last cigarette. the bitter march air managed to creep it's way into the car, chilling the two of them to the bone. she stroked the skin on his free arm coyly and twisted her legs around his. despite how cold it was inside the car, it was her warmth that sent shivers down his spine. he struggled to find his near-empty pack of camel lights, groping the front seats blindly. he realized that there was simply no hope of finding them (though, he would find out in the morning that it had been in the back of the car the whole time), he gave up with a sigh and returned to the back to be with his temporary room mate. he wrapped his arms around her to keep her from freezing. a very quiet, shy voice then whispered in his right ear, "i love you."

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Saturday, June 17th, 2006
9:33 pm
The police came over to me and started to ask me questions. I couldn't tell if they were real or not, but I jabbered my jaws in a manner resembling speech, and they seemed satisfied with my answers. One of the officers gets a bedsheet from somewhere and wraps it around me, toga-style. I thought I had changed into someone from Ancient Greece, and couldn't figure out why my hands were being cuffed. Surely the Greeks need their hands free! I was led out into the bright sunshine, when I realized just how thirsty and sensitive to light my eyes were. But I was just having the greatest time getting arrested! It was like I was aware of this happening to me, but I was so far away, I was like, 'It's a dream, and I'll wake up back in my bed in Louisiana.' So I went along with the officers to see where they would take me. Along the way, I tried to make jolly conversation from the backseat, realizing that I'm being arrested. 'So tell me, gentlemen, what exactly am I being arrested for?' They wouldn't respond. 'Oh well,' I thought, and continued my conversation with the other people in the backseat with me. It was weird, I was talking to this guy in the backseat and he promptly dissappeared! But I really wasn't disturbed by this.

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Friday, June 16th, 2006
6:49 pm
He doesn't know the pain he'll feel

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Wednesday, May 24th, 2006
11:52 pm
Anytime you want to go, I'm ready to go. Nothing shines on "feeling old" this isn't right. All I want is a reason to smile before I'm dead. I live in denial. There's nothing left inside of me.

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Friday, May 12th, 2006
7:42 pm
You'd never imagine us bringing a loaded gun to the ballroom.

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Sunday, April 30th, 2006
9:07 pm - refresh
Body Preparation: Acquiring your subject is up to you. For best results and health, freshness is imperative. A living human in captivity is optimal, but not always available. When possible make sure the animal has no food for 48 hours, but plenty of water. This fasting helps flush the system, purging stored toxins and bodily wastes, as well as making bleeding and cleaning easier. Under ideal conditions, the specimen will then be stunned into insensitivity. Sharp unexpected blows to the head are best, tranquilizers not being recommended as they may taint the flavor of the meat. If this is not possible without exciting the animal and causing a struggle (which will pump a greater volume of blood and secretions such as adrenaline throughout the body), a single bullet through the middle of the forehead or back of the skull will suffice.

Hanging: Once the animal is unconscious or dead, it is ready to be hoisted. Get the feet up first, then the hands, with the head down. This is called the "Gein configuration". Simple loops of rope may be tied around the hands and feet and then attached to a crossbar or overhead beam. Or, by making a cut behind the Achilles tendon, a meathook may be inserted into each ankle for hanging support. The legs should be spread so that the feet are outside the shoulders, with the arms roughly parallel to the legs. This provides access to the pelvis, and keeps the arms out of the way in a ready position for removal. It's easiest to work if the feet are slightly above the level of the butcher's head.

Bleeding: Place a large open vessel beneath the animal's head. With a long-bladed knife, start at one corner of the jaw and make a deep "ear-to-ear" cut through the neck and larynx to the opposite side. This will sever the internal and external carotid arteries, the major blood vessels carrying blood from the heart to the head, face, and brain. If the animal is not yet dead, this will kill it quickly, and allow for the blood to drain in any case. After the initial rush of blood, the stream should be controllable and can be directed into a receptacle.

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Tuesday, April 18th, 2006
5:54 pm
if your journal entry is so long that you can't cover it with 8 parallel fingers, i beg you to use a live journal cut and stop sodomizing my friends list

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Thursday, April 6th, 2006
7:22 pm - the closet
"The lyrics to this song still sadden me even six years after they were written. 23 May 1997 found me standing at the entrance to my friend, Tim's, closet. He was leaning forward on his knees, his neck placed securely in a noose, dead. His face has haunted me for 7 years. The lyrics to this song were written in memoriam and also as a form of catharsis. I thought about explicating the song in detail, revealing every colorful metaphor or obscure reference, but I don't think I want to give that much of myself away. Everyone who's ever lost someone to suicide, or death in general, will hopefully see themselves as the author of this song."

Grief continuing, clouds descending
Your will to die, fettered by life.

Veins swell with pious blood, light shines through cracks in leaves
Sylvan branches rustle softly when the nascent light breathes.

A tortuous path carved by rows of lilacs, what excites their pale dead hue
The rose hangs her head in rue.

A harrowing night in May, the 23rd day of whispering rain
Cascade over forboding thoughts and drown these smiles that express disdain.

He trembled as he sighed.
His memory effaced by frames of death and lies.
His life viewed from afar,
His wrists carried a myriad of fucking scars.

Rosemary evergreen and safe hangs 'round the asylum of my throat.
In remembrance of his breath filched by a tousled, hanging rope.

Four walls became your empty coffin
In a reclusive grave built by the sea.
Sixteen tears have caressed my cheek
A lone anemone, you've abandoned me.

Door creaks open
Your corpse is found.
Death begins
Sorrow abounds.

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Monday, March 27th, 2006
12:00 am
her lovely body twisted into code, saying something profound I'm sure. She went off like a living firework.
Trauma is sexy.

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Friday, March 24th, 2006
8:29 pm
go to the senior center at bond park tomorrow night and watch the guys from treblinka and at last alone train fur seal pups without using their hands.

this spectacular event takes place at 7:30 pm and admission is 5 dollars

cigarettes and wigs will be provided free of charge to all in attendence

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Thursday, March 23rd, 2006
8:33 pm
I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.

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Tuesday, March 21st, 2006
9:56 pm
Hunter S. Thompson

1938 - 2005


"He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man"
- Dr. Johnson

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Friday, March 17th, 2006
3:16 pm
you're aware, i assume, of the scientific discovery that our universe lives side by side with a parallel universe. the two universes, identical in many respects, are opposite in electrical charge and magnetic property. the "anti-universe," so called, is in effect a mirror image, a reverse copy. Well, certain amino acids are left-handed, some are their reflection, right-handed. But the proteins in living organisms are always left-handed. The right-handed amino acids are impossible to digest and can be harmful to life. it's smart not to eat anything you find in a mirror.

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Thursday, March 9th, 2006
10:41 pm - with 64 mg
I found only mild visual and emotional effects at the 20 milligram dose, so I took the remaining 44 milligrams. I was propelled into something not of my choosing. Everything that was alive was completely fearsome. I could look at a picture of a bush, and it was just that, a picture, and it posed no threat to me. Then my gaze moved to the right, and caught a bush growing outside the window, and I was petrified. A life-form I could not understand, and thus could not control. And I felt that my own life-form was not a bit more controllable. This was from the comments of a physician who assured me that he saw no neurological concerns during this dramatic and frightening experience.

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Friday, March 3rd, 2006
12:12 am
He's got fasting black lungs made of clove splintered shards. They're the kind that will talk through a weezing of coughs. I hear him every night, in every pore. And every time, he just makes me warm.

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Friday, February 24th, 2006
10:31 pm

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Thursday, February 23rd, 2006
1:38 pm
My bionic sister teaches me inhumanity, parting her silver thighs and making love obsolete.

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Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
12:31 am
she's got heroin embraces that I still need to be in. I force myself to loathe her, so I can fall for her again.

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