parks of theme.. jurassic in style.. maybe? or a can of worms i didn't even know i opened

lately, i've stopped reading as much
but i've watched more.. if that computes.
but yeah
i
today
today was a very long day. three hours sleep, bike rode till i tore a ligament
and work
and jurassic park
as i hard as i try it always comes back to jurassic park
i think if you dig theme parks jurassic park really resonates with you. and i do, like theme parks.
no i love em'
people have said thats lame. or judge me based on it. like how lame it is to go to some all inclusive resort that shields you from the country you actually visit but just gives you a beauty of a view.
no, for a fee people can shield you from the poverty and shit that makes living a life in most places on this planet unbearable. but fuck people go. of course.
don't judge the payers for these things. don't say they are shallow, although most certainly can be, or they're bad people.
i would totally go all unclusive in a country rife with political and social unrest. its what you got to do.
listen kiddies were not saving the world be living in a first country with all the benifits of fine dine living. if you can afford to just "enjoy a view" then please be all means take it.
its our only chance. really its our only chnace to just connect to this damned planet of ours. and in that snapshot of beauty. no matter how over played a beach in jamica is over the mountains of asia it's still fucking beauty.
you must and need to find it where you can.
its all we got left. just such beauty.
the world is shit. dont ever forget.
but a all inclusive resort or a theme park doesnt make me forget that, it just reminds me of what dreams could come on our planet.
an all inclusive resort can give us such snapshots to know how beautiful our planet is.
a theme park can show the fantastic imagination of human kind.

in short, just because you aren't backpacking through the worst of south america but are instead sitting on a beach in west africa where all your food and drink is already paid for, don't feel so fucking guilty.
this is our world. this is what was made before any of us presently living had a say. and yes it should change and yes we all should have a chance to experince such pleasures.
but just because you think your summer vacay away was "inspirational" doesn't make my trip to universal studios "disgusting"
i, like you, found beauty.
now please got out my face, if i had richer parents you'd be more quiet

Why is it so hard to Take?

Life, in reference to the title. why? the other day i was sitting, drunk in muy backyard, smoking and getting away from my memories and false hopes and i saw a bumblebee, one of my favourite creature, laying, broken on the ground, its waing no longer able to fly. i loked at it for a long time looked at its inability to fly anymore and it made me so sad. like a boy bouncing a ball waiting for someone to join in or a girl looking for a prom date or me. i stepped on the poor bastard to put him her out o fits misery, not wantimng trhe ants to eat it alaive. it was one of the saddest moments i have experienced in a long time. why is that? why does the death of somethning so small mean so much? ahhh such a quewstion! because these things mean to us and to me christ almiighty i need to leave online networking behind and die an e death, dont want it anymoir,. don'tr wabnt to be coonected or anything. it will only cause heartache and tired masterbation that only causes well, i said that already didnt i? smashing myselfd in bars around town doesnt help and after too much to drink i',m still too fucking lucid. where is the angel of forgetfulness, so i can stop bothering all yuo peoiple with my frustratiomn and need. it isn't at the bottom of a pint nor is it in time nor knowing nor anything. i tear my hair out. i tear my heart out. i want to. smashimng and smashing agian and agian where is my giant rabbit and soundtrack. staring atr fucking keys on a jkey board i write aat length in a diary and hate mys4elf and drink and sm,okje. christ almighty i'm such a loser and and .........and. last action hereo. i spent the last two days watching his movies and thinkng why. it isnt fun and i dont do it on puurposae aND am i nice guy i think hope want to be. now i get stoned. feelin good, feelin oh, so fine, until tomorrow but that just some other time.

dodge balls

i've been dropping balls all over the place lately.
Mostly because i don't want to play anymore.
No, it's more like i was picked to be on the "skins" team, and i really dont want to take off my shirt. fucking gym teachers

holy MOLY

I'm drunnk and its 1 53. in toronto, god is dead and theres no one to love.

The Depths of Depravity

i have watched some docs about bdsm and how far that can go, and the dark underbelly of jap prostituition. they are unhappy. like me. way to go human race, you sick group you.
on my own level i pray for more monday nights, please come back. i'm so goddamned good, and willing.

lemonare

i cough aloud.
bittersweet... i like that idea.
something that is bittersweet.
sweet yet bitter. hmm what else can one do to an idea such as this?

it's a hotcold... that doesn't work.
a spicymild.. no.
a fastslow... no.
a rightwrong... not quite.
a GreekColombian.... i'll let that pass.

anyways, bittersweet. i'll take it.

i don't really know what to say but school is for dummies.

and dummies are for lemonade.

pick your side

what times? now times? never times? what.. try it out

ok ok,
top 5 best times!

5: that time we went to the park and then hahaha and then that guy ian like lighted all that shit on fire. and then the cops came and i gave them some crazy wrong name and the girl i was with followed suit and we walked away to some bushes and watched the fire that the police desperatly wanted to put it out. it wasn't a big fire. but they had to call in the fireguys to take care of it. it was kinda sad. but we waited and watched till dawn.

4: that one time when i ran into the lake naked... no wait... that sucked.

3: that time in junior year when we skipped class to make a movie instead but then we soon realised that the best place to film everything was in fact at school. so we went back and made a movie. it was a funny movie.

2: when it was raining and then you know like all that stuff happened. cause it rained so we just like did all this weird stuff indoors. what the fuck!

1: right now, this is a good time. this makes me happy.. fuckatit

...
should this kind of horrid shit be allowed on the internet? i dunna, who cares. it's become our own personal place to dump our shit. if there's millons of pages dedicated to beastiality then why can't one page be reserved for the want and urge of a drunkie to splurge a bit all over the face of the net? jsut one page... anyways.
we're always loooking for more members so email us up. and shit.
one rule you gotta post tho.
fooools.

ok so quick poem:
eat some bum

In Way, Shape or Form.

so i;'ve bneen around enough to knoew aht is what. and to be quite honest shit is neve like it seems. i can still smell the sb vomit stench. i can still smell my longing. i'm glad teres a new vag up in here. inst that awseome? l;ik,e, i have to pee, which is the first couple letters of penis, but what if that were changed. " i gotta take a vag" wouldnt that be awesome? it would also get people to be more comfortable hearing about vagina's in thier proper "medical" term usage. cunt is ugly but pussy is quite nice i think. "i'd really like to eat your pussy" oh? you don't say. hot, chris rock got it with the qholw "hrrm, well, i dunno, i'd like to suck your penis" MY Penis? what are you a goddadmned doctore! he made very good poinrs that i don't hink have any [lace here bvut its good to respect. its also good to note that i really am the best damn lover that yuou have a chance to meet, that goes for both y'all. but in some different ways.

dick mitten

i'mdrunk now. and i'm on a computer. so guy wants me to post. what a fascist. yeah i fixes it. he doesn't like that. i had the hiccips but i ate a piiza
so i guess being drunk is funny to you? why would that be funny? it's sad. i drank tonight because i was feeling frustrated and i was not happy with the mood i was in.
sometimes you dink with your friends and the next thing you know hteyre in their underwear and a white blazer, all miami vices magazine. talking dirty and biting yuo.
still, even though he;s disgusting we're gonna dhack up with ut friends and we'll be happy for the next year NON STOP HAPPINESS.
with chorecharts and cooking together and talking about realness.
now he wants to knowwhat throwing up in a vagina is called.
sick.
seriously
?

So Many Names

i was Jay Gatsby for an evening.
i was Young Werther for over a year.
i am Raskolinikov when i am stealing.
i am Humbert when i watch hannah montanah.
i am Narcissus when i look in a mirror and i was Demain when i boxed.
i am Chinaski when i drink and Jean val Jean when i recvoer.
i can be Benji when i golf and Casanova when i love.
i am Rorsharch when uncompromising and Gull when i kill.
i am Frodo with conviction and Sam with my friends.
i'll be Howard Roark in New York and John Galt when i leave.
i'm Nora when unloved and Hedda Gabler when i am.
I feel like Meursault most of the time, especially when i swim.

I can drink just about anything.

just about anything really, but tonight i had a stale amsterdam beer and goddamn. i mean like, amsterdam is fuckin narsty anyways but stale? hells no peoples, tasted like sour belly buttons. anything, but i won't do that, oh no meatloaf, not will i eat you. nor. noreaga.
i hate laptops but they are sweet for being in bed or on the toilet. try it.
more of you need to post on here, i want to hear the raputurous voices of your drunkdom.
sad. sadness. and not cuz theres not enogh, on the contrary, always enough, but the stomach can fail before you do. for so long. not looking forward to the summer people, well i mean in a way i am, want to see the clothes peeled off and sit on patios. maybe peel some clorthes myself. from others.
yeah
worried about seeing some peoples again, worried i'm still a lose. still? just a lose. ah dear.
dear dear dear.

happy st. paddy's

happy paddy's day
bitches.
are you feeling good?
just wanna know if you're feeling good.
no word of a lie, my white bunny and i are enjoying a moment between intoxication and sickness.
i'm holding his (billy) nose against the sneezing and he's making me feel like a good human being.
looking out for animals and such.

even though i sat through a university lecture on the proper use of pieroids and semicolons, i still don't really get; do you?

anyawys,
st.paddys day. one love for all and all a good night.
it has become its own new years of sorts. peeps asking, what was i doing last year?
preety much getting shit faced.
so live it, be it, don't pretend otherwise.
let's play, be merry, and just wake up and pretend this never happend.
night, night.

this is the one

top 5:
5: Garages
4: Benny and the Jetts
3: Strobe Lights
2: Folding paper planes
!: The inside out of it.

- to be fair i didn't take in account, Lazers, or Crayons.
so there you go.

dirty word life, it means forever.... and that's a mighty long time

gosh, HIGH and drunk... is crazed.
my fingers feel a' burning
i know why i dom't get hight. becase i go staraigh crazed.
i lose my mind, everytghing is images and outside i feel a fucking tusnami
as iff the world is filled with water.
and i thinik i need to crap, only i feet the darknesss outside my room. here there is ligt
i am in argentina during a hail storm and life
well life is ok.
is what isay
gran turino is amazing
top 5 gran turinos
5.josh holms
4,adiresn brody
3.dick nvan dyke
2. o joe johnsons
1. clint eastwoon

what is that dirty word... and where did you ever come from?

Flash

today i was flashed. i didn't know what to think because the flasher was a lesbo. and i think i love her. not because of the tits though, but i must say the i saw was a good one! onlyv one though. titties after 20 months is great always. yall can show ne.