Tuesday, October 14, 2003

This post brought to you by a man that can't see.

Mood: Humored
Music: Amorphis-Drifting Memories

I am typing up this entire post without looking at my keyboard and without looking at my screen. So how am I doing?

Anyways, it's time for thoughts of the day. This is the stuff that is the whipped ceream of life. It's like doing Heavens Cloud without doing a cloud and not doing heaven and noot having heaven owning a cloud. Here we go.

1)If I wer a hobo, I'd change my bnam to Bob the Hobo Man, and I'd wear a sign that said, "I am Bob the Hobo Man, and Jesus is my friend. We often go down the street where we can see all the cute chicks. Will you give me a peep? Not a pepe. but the marshmallow things, you know?" And I'd walk all arounnd toawn, telling them that the pope is a really cool man, and that he is going to go to Heaven about us all. Not a cloud, either, that's for preps. But rather, I'd say that the pope is going to purgatory. I'm sure people would really love me.

And if people didn't love me, I'd find a partner in mycrim, another hobo. And this hobo's name wold be HSeavens whipped cream with strawberries on top. And I'd walk around with him and we'd be best of friends, just like barney loves us all andd signs that cool song about I love you's and I hate you's and all that good stuff.

2) I really am starting to wonder, if paper is made from trees, and it can be made from trees, and trees come from seeds, and water makes them grow, then why can't I make paper on my farm? I think in a few years paper wioll be the next Bill Gates.

3)My Dad gave me 20 bucks to go to Taco Bell. I love that place. Fire sauce really doesn't live up to its name, youknow. It needs more kick. So I say Arnold actually does something up there in California, and he gives us strawberries and peppers.

And if he can't give us that, I'm sure he'll be able to womanize me some whores.

Okay. Maybe that wwa a little mean. But anyways, the pulsburt dough man wouldn't get mad for me saying this. He seems to eat enough food to where he doesn't even care.

4)I think that little kids should be shown the right way to rock out. They shouldn't be given little tiny rock collections containig smal amounts of stones that are worth nothing. Instead, they should be given guitars and given a teacher to teach them how to rock hard. You know, jkust like in School of Rock, where Jack Black does his thing and shows those kids how to rock.

But yeah, we can watch out for the drugs. We can also watch out for the lobsters as well as for the anorexically thin bread. Just like heavens cloud wattches out for the rain, we can give you the flour, but not the weed.

5) I am listening to Amorphis right now. What a good band. Right now I am listening to grief stricken heart, and it's like watching maggots be cooked on a large bbarabeque boiled in butter and given large hates that smell like bugs bunny. It's a really cool smell too. I can feel it in my eyes, it feels like some man barfing in elation at my hair and his nose hairs just sticking all ouit like hairy lungs.

That's what going through puberty feels like. And thanks to Amorphis I have beebn able to give it to you in words. Thanks Amorphis, we all love you.

6) I only have fiftreen mintues left. Well that sucks. Sucks like sucking an oyster out of a river full of too much water and sewage. Damn timer should just be given a face and a pinata tfor me to punch and kick like a man that's got nothing but sex to lose. Really should happen too, you know. It's not fiar. Here I am living on Earth while other heavens clouds arel iving up in mars and living their lives away working for some insurance company. Well, at least I can say I haeve conqreed heavens clouds and I saw the tip of the mountain.

It was quite pristine.

7)I think this will ve the last number. I'm really just not even trtying on this thing. And my typing is starting to get even more erratic and stuff. It's like I can't find words, and I'm just pushing them out throgh my head. It's weird, really. I guess this is different than typing while loopking at the screen. I feel like i"m typing randomly at thin poles in the earth, and I'm hoisting on to them by heeavens clouds hands that are long like hulk hoggans mothers hands. I'm not even capittalizing stuff anymore, am I?

Insane. INane. Very bad, bad.

Very bad bad.
Vad bad body
living like a little man
living in the storm of hair
bad boy, bad man
get a car
drive around
drive away
strong bad like me
giving himself to fancy free
am I misspelling
tell me
I don't know
it's insane
what in the world
this is amazing
i anm not looking
i sweat
and it's like a chinmeras on my head
and he's talking about skyscrapers
and talking about moles

enough of this.

so how did I do? tell me, on a scale of one to sexy, what did I do? Am I freally a good typer?
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