hot.

it's hot.
is it too hot?
i think it's hot.
but not too hot.
when it gets hotter than it is right now.
then it'll be too hot.
when my brain melts and pours out of my ears.
then i won't have anything to say about the heat.
maybe.. 'phaaaaaaaaa.. it's hot.'

day 14 - i'm done counting.

water is useful for keeping individuals hydrated on a warm day. and it makes you piss a lot. which is also good.. i think. unless you have to use the bathrooms at the park.. where's the winter. or a cool breeze. or some ice monster that sucks up all the heat because he or she no longer wishes to be an ice monster.. but would really enjoy being a water monster.. and then a vapor monster.

i need a new jacket.. or.. and old one that's new to me.

day 12+1

my drink smells funny. hey, if i die later, sue pepsi for me.

with blood getting cold on the ground.

day 12

i'm not quite sure why i remember things from a week or maybe even months ago.. but i can't remember stuff from 5 minutes ago.

seeing random clips from a doctor performing heart surgery was interesting. the last clip was the heart beating.. it's crazy.



with blood still warm on the ground..

Σ F = 0
Σ M = 0

day 11

dress to kill.

day 10

can you relax a little, please?

table. first law. second law.

day 8/9

i can't remember.. does the midnight thing only apply to cinderella? or do werewolves also fall into that category? like.. midnight! here's a werewolf.

i can't remember..

day 7

it's 7:00am, do you know where your mind is?

day 6

17-1671. i should leave earlier today. if not later. matrices which contain the wrong numbers or variables can be quite troublesome.

day 5

sleep is the problem. all the troubles of trying to sleep and trying to get up would go out the door. and along with it.. messed up dreams about conducting science experiments when a boa constrictor escapes from the teacher's car and slowly slithers toward you.. only to have a giant python flank the hell out of it and they got all tied up like some shoe laces or something.

it was much easier to wake up after that.

day 4

the retarded drummer has gone from drumming at 5 in the afternoon. evening time.. to 9 in the morning. the only way i can describe it is slave drumming. a single beat played over and over and over.. like you see in the movies. row you mother fuckers! there are no rivers where i live. if there were.. and slavery were legal. then i'd understand completely. but fuck! he/she had better be doing flips or some shit like that.. because that's the only way this kind of drumming is entertaining to some people. but the fact that i can't see them drumming.. and the fact that i'm not too entertained by flippy, spinny, dancing drumming.. doesn't help much either.

day 3

today is the real day 3.. unlike the fake day 3 that was yesterday.. which happened to be the real day 2.

a download for an episode of 'highway to heaven' made me think about how i never actually saw the show. but i always saw the credits rolling because cartoons were on after it. cartoon or talk shows with fat people in cake eating contests. i can't remember. all i know is.. they stopped showing cartoons in the mornings. and they stopped showing cartoons in the afternoons or less cartoons. but i'm pretty sure they've stopped completely. so kids these days are turning into retarded fuckers who don't know what the fuck they're doing anymore. also the shitty cartoons they do show.. are drawn by a pencil stuck between somebody's ass cheeks.


checkmate. no wait.. king me.

day 2

i can't remember if this is actually day 2. or day 3. but i'll be calling it day 2. so forget about day 3. in fact.. forget about all 3's. the number 3 is the dork of all numbers. stick a one next to it and it becomes a real fucker for the superstitious.

find your own branch.

day 1

i've been wondering how somebody who's never seen their reflection would react. i'd probably be terrified to drink a glass of water because there would be some tiny chinese person in the glass.. and that's how my day was spent. this as well as other things.. involving numbers and a small amount of letters that represent numbers.

break ice

it would probably feel really good to have a couple of those karate people break a large block of ice with hammers on my stomach.. as i lay on spikes or something. i mean.. the ice part will feel good.. for a couple seconds at least. and if the spikes don't manage to pierce me like.. how they're supposed to.. then i'll be very happy. even if the whole ice block breaking on spikes doesn't happen.. i'll be pretty happy. the only reason a large spike should go through anybody is because they were some bad guy in a movie. yeah.. but ice is very organized. it looks great at the atomic level.

i don't know why i feel so tired.. but the guitar certainly sounds sexy. and the french curvedness of it is also sexy.

whales

if human fat were as valuable as whale fat.. then we'd all look like santa claus.. and some liposuctioned freak will bring us gifts in the summer. but human fat is pretty much worthless.. and so is our vomit. whale vomit on the other hand.. can go for $100 a pound.. if it's the right kind that smells like ass or something. whales are assholes.. i'm only saying that because they can't come on land.


i'm sick of this normal weightedness.

wryyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

if anybody has a problem with mickey mouse.. they'll have to go through me. which will probably be really easy if you have a gun or a knife.. or painful fists and feet. but if you lack those.. and maybe even a broken bottle or something that may cause me to bleed either internally or externally.. preferably externally. then don't fuck with mickey mouse. or do fuck with him. i've completely forgot what i was trying to say. long story short. this glass with mickey mouse on it from mcdonalds.. when disneyworld was celbrating something.. i don't know what exactly.. but the cup says 'remember the magic..' which i won't.. since i've never been to disneyworld.. where am i going with this. yeah. ok. mickey mouse is probably the best mouse in the world. aside from all those lab mice who we perform such terrible tests on.. but they do good work. like giving them the human equivalent of 10,000 apples to determine that apples are carcinogenic.

i remember too too much. half of the stuff i don't intend to remember but i do.. and the other half.. is stuff i should remember but i don't. but it's still too too too too too too too too too much of the stuff i don't intend to remember.. but i do.

wryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

if you understand 'wryyyyyyyyyy!' then you're like above average.. have a glass of whiskey before you sleep. it'll.. i don't know. it's probably better than milk if you're lactose intolerant.. which i'm not..


wryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!

maggot brain

it would be nice if i didn't feel this way on a tuesday. if it was thursday.. then it'd be great. but the extra 'h' and 'r'.. and lack of an 'e' just ruined it.


come on maggot brain..
go on maggot brain..

eddie hazel knows how to make you feel sad.

tremolo

tremolo.

stop me before i start reading. or start me before i stop reading.

eeeed.

i think weed allows you to understand dog.. you know.. like the language dogs speak. either that.. or weed teaches dogs english. beeeeecause.. weeeeed commercials always have talking dogs.. or other stupid ideas. what ever happened to those anti-cigarette commercials? those were much better.. no talking dogs there. there should be a ban on all these smoking type commercials.. because after seeing this talking dog shit.. they only thing that will help even things out is a commercial about how great the flavor country is.. i just feel like terrible after seeing that talking dog. that's like.. 30 seconds of my life i could've spent watching one of those careerbuilder commercials with the monkeys.

i neeeeeed a drink. something's wrong with the 'e' key. but only sometims.. like that time. the extra e's just sounded better.. or.. at the time they did.

chairman mao

seeing as how so many people enjoy 'simpsonizing' themselves.. i decided to try it. mainly to see if you could really make it look like yourself.. because people have some really fucked up simpsons.. but not having the portrait style pictures they need.. i was stuck. until i realized a portrait of chairman mao stares down on all the people at tiananmen's square.. so i uploaded that. and out came a really shitty looking chairman mao. to start things off.. i had to add in the hair.. and what's with them not having mr. burn's hair for me to stick in? that would've been perfect chairman mao hair. and for some reason i can't make him into the wide, fat chinese person that he is. but i was able to stick that face mole on his chin. which made me happy.. but aside from that.. this simpsons mao looks like bear dick. however, mii mao was pretty damn good. aside from the fact that i can't stick the mole on his chin..

chairman mao loves you. or... some of you.

umm.. please stop watching the simpsons so they cancel it. and stop using that stupid website to 'simpsonize' yourself.. because it looks nothing like you. if you can't get chairman mao right.. then there's no reason to do anything else. at least they got spinal tap right.. turn on the lasers!

haha..

ha..


haaa...

ahahhahahhahaha.. ahahahahhhahaaaaahahhaahahah.
ahahahahahahahhhahaa.. ahahhhaaahhahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...




mickey mouse watches are fantastic. also cookies are fantastic. also things which are fantastic are fantastic. um.. cookies shaped like mickey mouse watches.. aren't as fantastic however. and cookies used as mickey mouse watches may attract ants if you fall asleep in the park. or you know.. little mexican kids if you go to edison park.

does anybody else get gene hackman and bill murray mixed up.. you shouldn't right? it's sort of like how i used to get pomona and pasadena mixed up. now it's easier to distinguish. pomona is the one i go to. and pasadena is the one my brother goes to. and both have equally as loud fobs that enjoy yelling at each other when they talk.