automatic writing thread

Mother's day? what the hell kind of bullshit is that? only one day to celebrate the givers of life? only one day to thank them for years of toil and pain? then we have world women's day, an even worse and more hypocritical concept- one day to show appreciation for women, over half the world's population gets only one fucking day do the rapes, beatings, mutilations, bride burnings, domestic violence, and murders stop? do they get a break from all the bullshit and hatred aimed at them ? does this heinous and atrocious oppression against the bringers of harmony and light actually stop for one day? simple answer really-no :|
 
SexyDevilGirl said:
Mother's day? what the hell kind of bullshit is that? only one day to celebrate the givers of life? only one day to thank them for years of toil and pain? then we have world women's day, an even worse and more hypocritical concept- one day to show appreciation for women, over half the world's population gets only one fucking day do the rapes, beatings, mutilations, bride burnings, domestic violence, and murders stop? do they get a break from all the bullshit and hatred aimed at them ? does this heinous and atrocious oppression against the bringers of harmony and light actually stop for one day? simple answer really-no :|
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I always thought that way... every single day should be a day to show appreciation and love towards those who bring life to this world... every single day.
 
SexyDevilGirl said:
LOL I thought I was being awfully self-indulgent posting so many poems LOL
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Where the appreciation of fine poems is concerned, all self-indulgence is to be... indulged.

If I had more time at the moment, I'd be overrunning that thread. LOL
 
Sweet Jesus I'm tired tonight and drinking fake diet coke with fake lemon flavoring that makes my kidneys hurt just to stay awake so i can try to revise a few taglines to go on an exhibit booth and what could be more inspirational to future generations than the stories of how scott used to stay up with disgusting fizzy caffeine drinks just to be able to brag about company x's overwhelming edge in staff experience why it will remind them of kerouac up 3 days on benny's to finish all of dharma bums in one sitting or something whee wheee wee wee oh my gosh i can't believe that i can't believe how lame i am sometimes and now who's self indulgent blah black sheep hack sheep wiggity wiggity wack sheep don't mind me i'm just rapping myself a little self-portrait now
 
i sometimes think this is the worst place to live how the devil can the powers that be turn their backs on our youngest? molesters, abusers, violaters of the innocence of children have more rights than those precious minds, those meek souls yet to become engulged by the evil in this world over eighty percent of these vile malicious pedophiles are allowed to live within easy reach there they are next to schools next to parks watching them play leering jeering and conniving with their putrid lust i sometimes wish i could shoot them all just end them and their hatred they sit there watching these children play watching them reach for butterflies and dreaming of ice cream how can it be they have more right to play out the perverse desires to harm the most precious of all assets -pure innocence oh my god id better stop now my head is starting to hurt and i want to take my crossbow and aim it the skulls of every one of these sick bastards
 
There is a storm that wails to the ground there is a ground that rises to the moon there is a moon that sinks in the bay that laps at the edges of my skull there are sockets but no plugs only eyeballs that will not be rolled down the alley to strike the pins stuck cruelly into my chest of drawers full of socks and clean underwear to be worn in case of emergency lights wailing in the evening sky under no stars and no clouds just a big fat bone white moon
 
The main BB has arisen again from the ashes of its older self and everyone must have flocked to the miracle because the threads around here are barely shifting across their loom. We'll never get a damn thing woven at this rate, will we me maties? Arggg. I don't know why pirates would be interested in women's work like weaving unless Odysseus and Penelope were involved I hear the ghosts of navigators but they are lost and found and lost and found and everything is cyclical i too will probably abandon this place for several weeks at a time and then pop back in one day and say hello group hugs and expect hunkydory ice cream time and instead no one will recognize me or give a fuck and it will be a wee bit awkward until i go home.
 
Son tantas las veces en las cuales simplemente no deseo hablar en ingles porque siento que lo que pienso debe de ser dicho en castellano, y me pregunto porque demonios no existe en el ser humano una suerte de metafora transdimensional que sea bastante escueta pero al mismo tiempo prolija con respecto a las palabras que uno desea decir haciendo las precisiones del caso con respecto a los murales que vi en la universidad de san marcos cuando era joven hace un monton de años y es tan problematico poder usar la letra ñ, malditos teclados anglosajones, estoy hasta la coronilla con este imperialismo de mierda que lo unico que hace es hacer que este mundo se vaya al carajo y me da una rabia que me pongo muy molesto y cuando me molesto me duele la cabeza y no me gusta que me duela la cabeza porque me da una migraña tan fuerte que me inutiliza totalmente, creo que deberia de dejar de fumar mi pipa por el momento porque ya me esta doliendo la cabeza y Blaze es el mesias y este viernes sere muy feliz....
 
i sit here smoking which i know everyone believes i should not but hell at least im not smoking crack or shooting smack or something worse such as watching american idol or american dreams or whatever bullshit they want to cram donw my throat in a veiled attempt at culture its nothing more than meaningless drivel spoon fed to me to make me feel at one with my fellow shallow empty americans why cant they give us something more why cant they spend those billions of dollars in revenue doing something more promising instead of forcing women to hate themselves and men to feel inadequate all these new shows extreme makeover since when has a makeover meant completely demolishing yourself from the ground up lets smash down down your spirit lets make you someone else a stranger lets demolish your body and build a car park in whats left of your remains i want a new face i want a new nose i want bigger this smaller that and a smoother whatever only so that i will raise the standards of beauty to an even higher intolerable level i still will not be proud of who i am after this extreme makeover i will exist no more
 
Work is for suckers work smarter not harder it's harder to work smarter but it's smarter not to work harder hardly or hardly ever eh? i want to try poutine sometime when I'm in Canada next i heard they even have it in windsor wonders never cease and cease fires never wander did you ever wonder why o why o why ohio is dry or fire is so fly and why do i bother with these when nonsense is the only sense i can wring out of them well as nomeansno goes in the song 0+2=1 nonsense is better than no sense at all and that rhymes with a child needs a name like a corpse needs a pall they are fuckin great fucking rate and fuck ingrate all rolled into one that's what i say and what i say goes don't talk back to your mother you little shit.
 
I am sorry to make anyone's brain hurt Cyrus I am not a vise squeezing anyone's skull am I? I'm not a screwdriver tightening rivets (as if a screwdriver could tighten rivets - I'm so :B) but anyway how did i get so indoctrinated into BBdom that I started using expressions like "so :B" or "BBdom" for that matter matter is energy and energy is matter and you can't lose or gain either one in the universe according to i think newton you know the guy with the apple and did that apple have worms in it and if so what did they think of gravitation did they think wow that boggles the mind or that minds the boggle or did they think watch out for that guys big buck teeth taking a huge bite through peel and apple flesh, if he nicks you off at the neck you'll be forced to grow a new head out of your ass, because you know that's what worms do if you cut em in half i am just so biologically astute and edumacated do not misunderestimate me and california is the land of brie and cheese ah yes of all the dubyaisms that latter is my favorite and now the archers of loaf are singing connect the valley to the astral plane all of my friends have floated away and some days that is what it feels like you guys are my long lost friends that just happen to have floated off to pennsylvania or ohio or wherever, and london, and montreal, and melbourne, and god know's where, and only these special night vision goggles that access the astral plane can give me the occasional opportunity to speak with you seance-style, and no i didn't forget you fine folks in california either, wherever you are now
 
I'm sleepy enough to sleep with the fishes but I think I'll settle for a few not too clean sheets and dry blankets with a window open to let in a little humid breeze and who knows maybe even a little trickle if the rain comes and then it will be like i'm dozing on the deck of a ship and getting occasional spray from the waves as the prow cuts through the tide uh huh yeah it will be exactly like that i need to post the poem choose life by andre breton, written of course when the phrase "choose life" didn't have any of its current operation rescue bumper sticker overtones but anyway i digress which is a hilarious thing to say in an argument like this because it's nothing but digression and what's even more hilarious is the suggestion that any part of this is hilarious when really "mildly amusing to someone who's idea of high drama is a 2-week plot line of As the World Turns and whose idea of epicureanism would be a life of lollipops and etc. etc. etc."

What I'm trying to say to myself is go to bed you moron and don't come back until you've learned how to behave yourself.
 
It's just me. Sometimes people say is it hot in here or is it just me? Is everyone insane or is it just me? Is the moon a gigantic grapefruit in the sky just waiting to rot and drop its rancid seeds on our heads, or is it just me. It is. It's just me. And no one else. Not you, is it? I didn't think so. It's not the teensy bug crawling across my monitor, which now is up and flying around in front of my monitor. Is that fascinating, or is it just me? Is wine good, or is it just me? Yummy yummy. That one at least is not just me. I saw SDG drinking Merlot last night. Well no i didn't. but I saw testimony. Testify! Can I get a witness?
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I have been interrupted. A thunderstorm is coming and i had to close windows, and if I had a train of thought it has departed. my friend had a band called train of thought and can you think of a dumber name for a band? but worse they had a theme song, an eponymous song if you will, with lyrics like "now you're at the boarding station and you've missed your train of thought." obvious obvious metaphors will get us no where, my friends. the devil will make sure of that.
 
hard as it seems to be hard, i'm softening up the daisies for lazy games of craps the ants are attacking the peonies carrying halberds and maces and mace and the peonies respond by blooming into beautiful pink wounds in front of the house they smell goddamn great, unlike the carpet that got soaked in the flood in the basement and promptly went to mold, so now they're rolled in the garage awaiting deployment to the nearest dump i guess i have to take them in the morning and i only hope i can operate heavy machinery with those mold spores buzzing in my breathable air space at a rate of about 12,000 ppm. ppm means parts per million, dunce face, but it could also mean peepee man. haha. but yeah, it doesn't, okay? just parts per million.
 
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