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11/16/2006

I hope to generate body heat from typing cause it was always writing that kept me warm. Its tough, however, to write the way I want cause the site fucks with my line breaks like an undercover narc spying heads taking bumps off a urinal.

First person'sbeen scared of pronouns lately. He used to write that way when he did the inklinks, and its something that hes gotten away from. Mostly likely due to the fact that he doesnt want the monitor to be a mirror, he wont chance glimpsing his reflection.

Sometimes when pronoun doesn't look in the mirror for awhile pronoun forgets its a necessity, pronoun never knows when there is a poppy seed stuck right between the two front teeth or whether or not there is a bat in the cave holding on with taut talons to a nose hair. So catch pronouns reflection when pronoun can, let pronoun take a quick peek right now.

It seems as if I will never get this beast off the ground. The creative controllers of this site are dispersed across the country like victims of Katrina, and I am the only one as of now with regular input. I am going to find a way to put up more media, but the more time I have the less I do with it.

12/8/06

Gregarious Greg was hilarious when Harriet went on benders with Peg.

12/15/06

The ledgers of a lethargic lothario depict the denouement of a Don Juans decades of dastardly decadence. Steeped in steamy standards of strikingly stark stanzas, seemingly similar to the seminal works of several select scribes, our primped and premed protagonists prophecies promulgate a putrid prose to the hoi polloi whose present posture protracts the pestilence that was so profoundly profuse in the prior proceedings.

2/20/2007

I shower in the dark for two reasons. So I cant see myself naked and so I can piss without shame. When the lights come on and the mirror laughs the hinges off the medicine cabinet door, I hear the howls of derisive laugher echo off the tiles. Toilet water reverberates like an outtake from Jurassic Park.

Squeezing out the tears of its final spasm of belly laughter, our mirror (youre involved now) regales us with the facial fissures, most say features, of a quarter century of malfeasance. In the groping talons of my crows feet we find the duffel bags of ocular baggage; stuffed until the zipper burst like a three year old packing his trucks with his underwear for a three day trip. While the draw bridge of my nose lowers lines perpendicular to my pock marks, fresh scars intermingle with the old hat regulars and line up for their photo to be captured in perpetuity with each successive glance in that cunt of a reflective surface.

3/17/07

I made up the dates and wrote them all in the past few hours in my semen stained boxers whilst eating stale Wheat Thins. Never before have I licked the Proof of Purchase off of a Nabisco product,

Now, Stella Doro. Shes another box all 2 together.

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I was joking by the way.

About the Wheat Thins.

Not the boxes. I mean the boxers.

Dave