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Saturday, September 10th, 2005
1:37 pm
i feel like i need to post a poem that i wrote out of the deepest depths of my heart. yeah, it's long, but it's amazing because that's what all of my poetry is.

I came into the world as a reject
Look into these eyes
Then you'll see the size of the flames
That are pullin on my past
Burnin on my brain
Everyone that burns has to learn from the pain
Hey, I think about the day
My girlie went ran with my pay
When fellas came to play
Now she's stuck with my homies that she fucked
And I'm just a sucker with a lump in my throat

Like a chump, hey

Should I be feelin' bad?
Should I be feelin' good?
It's kinda sad I'm the laughing stock of the neighborhood
And you would think that I'd be movin' on
But I'm a sucker like i said
Fucked up in the head, not!
And maybe she just made a mistake
And I should give her a break
But my heart will ache either way
Hey, what the hell, what you want me to say?
I won't lie, that I can't deny

I did all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie, c'mon
So you can take that cookie
and stick it up your..yeah!
Stick it up your..yeah!
Stick it up your

Why did it take so long?
Why, did I wait so long, huh?
To figure it out, but I did it
And I'm the only one
Underneath the sun who didn't get it
I can't believe that I could be deceived
By my so-called girl, but in reality
She had a hidden agaenda
She put in my tender, heart in a blender
And I still surrender

Like a chump, hey

I did it all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie, c'mon
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your..yeah
Stick it up your..yeah
Stick it up your

I'm only human
It's so easy for your friends to give you their advice
They'll tell you, just let it go
It's easier said than done
I appreciate it, I do, but
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone
Just leave me alone
And nothing gonna change
You can go away
I'm just gonna stay here
And always be the same

I did it all for the nookie, c'mon
The nookie c'mon
So you can take that cookie
And stick it up your..yeah!
Stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your.. yeah!
Stick it up your

please leave some constructive criticism on my work. or just say it's awesome because it is.

current mood: ICEBOX

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Saturday, July 16th, 2005
11:06 pm - President's Day
with a lot of hate going around for my main boy in the white house recently, i've decided to take the time to dedicate an entry to him and his perfect ways. fuck an LJ cut, also. you all need to catch a little glimpse. i still love you though Colin Mack.


"Carpe diem...motherfucker."


"Silly willy me! There are French words around me!"


"Let's fuck this bitch."


"Fuck you, I can get a tan when I want to."


"Christopher Lee's moustache is pretty sweet too."


...who rules?

current mood: presidential

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Friday, July 1st, 2005
11:22 pm - HBTY
we were in the basement (boiler room-looking), and Bronchie wanted to fight. it was a joke of a fight at first, but he could go out one end of the room and come back in the other, Joust style. then it wasn't as much as joke and he turned into a junior mint looking boy called E.B., otherwise known as E.B.
then the fight got rough and ready and steady and i got too worried to sleep more.

War of the Worlds 2005 was better than you probably thought.

current mood: stefman89

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Sunday, March 27th, 2005
10:57 am - Happy Easter! :)

Happy Easter! :)

current mood: Jack motherfuckin' Cowie

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Monday, March 21st, 2005
4:37 pm - A smallie
I saw a sweet CBS "made-for-TV" movie last night, cleverly titled SPRING BREAK SHARK ATTACK. I was so impressed that I made a website dedicated to it. The site itself took over 24 hours. It rules (almost as much as the movie). So check this bad boiii/masterpiece out.


King Jaxx Sr.

current mood: M. Klepsic

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Saturday, March 19th, 2005
7:44 pm - Bah weep granah weep ninni bong
Some good octo currency with the Jokester. (Choo choo.)
If anyone has anything that they do not want, I will take it. I feel like some free, whatever it is. Seriously. I am not lying. Or kidding. Or LION*.
And now I leave you with what I am dedicating the next 6 months of my life to:

current mood: Jock Jams

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Sunday, March 13th, 2005
8:45 pm
I have a few points to make in the form of a list, but since I don't feel like making HTML bullets, each bullet will be in the form of a "The A-Team" reference. Here we go!

COLONELHANNIBAL - The talent show and Berklee trip were postponed and canceled. GgghguyHHhjjj.

HOWLINGMAD - Robbie Randall still rules.

MR.T - This is where I pray to the Lord, aka Lawrence Tureaud.

DISHPAN - After over 3 months, I finally updated the Apagon site and moved it to my own webserver for easier access on my part.

FACEMAN (both #1 and #2) - I may or may not be blessing the audience at Acoustic Coffee open mic standup comedy with my comedic genius this Wednesday. Here's a little sample:

-What's the deal with blind people? Can't they SEE?!
-You know what I hate? Guitars. It's not like they're even GETTING any TAR!!124!.
-What's the deal with deaf people? Can't they SEE?!
-And many more...

current mood: Lollypoppin'

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Monday, March 7th, 2005
5:52 pm - Snoetree
Apparently poetry is real cool now, so because everybody else is doing it, I am also posting a deep, deep, deep, deep, DEEP poem I had to write for Erichkell Kchleinzt's English class:

Twisty things, twisty things
My bread bag is not closed tight
But even if this loaf gets moldy
It's okay, aiiiiiiiiiiight?

Twisty things, twisty things
Sometimes you don't twist
And when you fold and my bread molds
You will be SOURly missed

You belong on my bag of bread
Not in my toolshed
So get out of your bed
And make sure my bread isn't dead

If you do not do me service
I will rip you up
I will not hesitate to cut you in half
And through you in a trash cup (a regular drinking cup in which trash goes)

Then I will set fire
To the plastic that covers you
Like in Lethal Weapon 4
What happened to Danny Glover's shoe

"Someone, someone! Help me out!"
This is what you'll say.
But it's too late, I've sealed your fate
In smoke of black and grey (P.S.: you are gay)
Smoke alarm.
It's loud and stuff.
Smother the smoke with cold.
Twisty gone, like the mother of Bambi, the fawn.
Bread is filled with mold.

The next day, a story on the news, WGME13:
"Twisty found in Palestine -- shaped to look like Martin Sheen."

-Brock O. L.
Fuck an LJ cut.

current mood: Where are you Thom?!

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Thursday, March 3rd, 2005
7:30 pm - Trains, Planes, and Plantains
In case you were wondering, YES -- class-A basketball tournament crap is still on PBS, meaning both Postcards From Buster and Arthur are basically unavailable to me. When I first heard the news I considered buying the entire PBS network, but I realized they have connections to the Mouse Trap boardgame, and homeboy don't play that. Then I played Mouse Trap, bought PBS, bought Mouse Trap, and played Mouse Trap with the entire PBS staff. Now here I am with one ear.

In a walnut, that was my vacation. Aiiiiiiight, Hersh?

current mood: SYNDROME X

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Thursday, February 17th, 2005
8:44 pm
You scored as Nuts about Oakhurst Milk!.


Nuts about Oakhurst Milk!


George Clinton/Jeff Smith lovechild


Fat fat fatty fat










Steve Karwacki


What's Your High School Stereotype?
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current mood: Clementine In Siberia

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Saturday, February 12th, 2005
8:19 pm - Come to the Lion's Porno too!
There were some pretty clear plans for tonight but they were spoiled by one boy named Calvin. Usually we can trust good ol' Cal here in our poaching community, but I guess sometimes he just really fucks the poaching world over.

It was Baldlipz and Calvin and I. We were scheduled to head over to the Southwesternmost Kenyan safari. They were closed for the night and the warden wouldn't be back til tomorrow morning, so we figured we had time to get a few rhinos down, maybe some 'phants, and collectively cash in at about $500-thou. But since Callypoo canceled and claimed he took Baldlipz with him, I had to go out alone. I got to the stationpoint and saw a huge beast...a mother rhino. Her ivory was huge, too, and I knew it was worth at least $80,000 just for that one. I took it down but then a stampede of over 50 other baby rhinos came and I was forced to cut the mother rhino's carcass open and hide inside for safety. When I got out the ivory was gone, and the warden was waiting for me outside the gates. As he scolded me and issued my $3,500,000 fine, I saw Calvin sneaking behind the fence with MY ivory. God damnit.

For that reason I'm reforming the poaching posse. No more Kenyan rhinos, no more Calvin...I don't know. It turned out Calvin had Baldlipz assassinated, so maybe this is just the beginning of an African poacher's turf war. Later tonight I'll go tag the bank on my patented rollerblades.


current mood: Zookeeparr

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Monday, February 7th, 2005
Last night I saw this AMAZING movie. Title: "Urban Legends". For those unfamiliar with the one true flawless plot in film history, it's this killer on Pendleton campus that goes around killing kids, each murder being based on a different urban legend.

But.......why does everyone and their great-grandfather's slave's previous owner own one of those navy-blue, furry-hooded winter jackets that, conveniently, the film's killer wears during the murders? And why do they all wear them wrapped around their heads as to look as if they're concealing something like their identity?

If you haven't seen this movie, see it, but don't pay to see it. It's plenty worth it (didn't it win all of the academy awards it was nominated for?), but just, uh, out of respect for the quality of the film. Don't pay to see it.

Lucas Huxtable

current mood: Cowboy

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Monday, January 31st, 2005
4:46 pm - Tragedy on 32rd 33nd
Worst day ever. My coke deal went down the drains and I wasn't able to meet the income I wanted for this week. I had so many kids coming up asking for some rock, but kids...you know I gotta hold it for my best customers, and you ain't them. So as I disappointed many aspiring snorters (a little slang term we use in the cokay bizzay) I was also disappointed as most of my better customers never showed and if they did they were only willing to pay minimal. Then I found out I got some competition in the cocaine league of selling, so I went over to his house for a little to talk it out. Dude wasn't there, so then I fucked his mom!...crap!

Seriously: he wasn't at his house, so I ran out, storming like an ape. A thunderstorming gore-illa. UGGH! Anyway, I needed something to cheer me up after a long day of bad coke dealing so I headed over to my homie Jermaine's apartment. There he was, fuckin' my girl Vashawna on his sofa. I couldn't believe it. I ran in there real mad. We started yelling, had a little manage a trois, (aka fuckin' 3-way style if you catch my drift), cleaned up, more yelling...then he stole my jacket (which had tons of coke still in it) and threw it down the fire escape into an open dumpster. That's when I called our friendship off. It's over, Brad. It's over. You too, Vashawna.

PHOTOSCollapse )

I have nothing to live for any more.

current mood: Crackurr

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Thursday, January 27th, 2005
3:48 pm - Pop it
True story: I had to replace a lightbulb but we had no lightbulbs so I, a seasoned electrician, replaced the bulb with flour and water and a guy dressed as a half-cow/half-robot/100%-cowrobot in a referee uniform came out of the closet nearby and started yelling at me like I was his brother. Sucker. Then we spent the rest of the night freezing bread and then lighting in on fire.

current mood: Like a train

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Monday, January 24th, 2005
6:26 pm - Catsicle
No formal introduction.

Today was comprised of a lot of long journeys across hallways to these other "rooms" (can I call them "rooms"?) where "things" (can I say that?) seemed to happen. In the "room" where "things" dealing with biology "happen", the "full-time" instructor came back after one really long, lazy maternity leave. In case you don't know what maternity leave is, apparently it's when you wait for your students to get used to one teacher, then you come back midway through the year and confuse them by turning what seemed like a study hall into an actual class. There was a lot of the passing out of new syllabusemex (what's the plural form?), including tons of papers, sheets, PAPE Chevrolet, and shieks.....in that one [new] bio class.

She handed out about the 5th paper and it was pink (in comparison to the other four, which were more of a tickle-me-pink/pink-panther-flesh-pink shade) and by then I was ready to totally freak out. Then the heater started freaking out on me and I could do nothing except crawl up into a ball and bounce around like a rubberband ball. Or I could turn into a fire-breathing acorn. Which was eaten by a fire-breathing sea serpent. And digested. Improperly. So he was all mad. Fire.

So I did the second option, and then there was a lot of screaming in the room, and I did a lot of burning, and people were all hailing me and inside cupboards. That was relaxation. The one Mr. Sullivan was substituting for last period (who I also had first period, co-Andy Dolloff -- OMG PCP) and he delivered some classic punchlines of disgusting/Blues Clues nature. I came home a few hours later. Pudding.

current mood: Polish

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