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[02 Nov 2005|07:59pm]

ex_rislim308
graff itCollapse )

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[14 Sep 2004|12:40pm]

el_garretto
hey download some music! yeah!

www.zebox.com/boceway

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[29 Jul 2004|01:18pm]

i_play_pretend
[ mood | angry ]

title or description



Crack head guts smoosh wet
Splattered skull radial tires
Payback is a bitch

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[28 Jul 2004|05:36pm]

safetyjames
from Nerve.com
it's a "n00d" photo and all so be careful...
Read more...Collapse )


nerve.com is an awesome place for photos and assorted essays, btw.

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From Nerve.com [10 Jul 2004|04:54pm]

safetyjames
title or description

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[22 Jun 2004|12:04pm]
cruelgirl820
[ mood | I hate stupid people ]

Here's the thing people.I hate very little in this world,aside from stupid ,ignorant and narrow minded people.I can never understand why certain people take pride in being these things.What ? do they feel it's admirable.I was amazed the other day when some complete idiot had based a whole community to which people can come in and discuss their hatred for other groups of people.Meanwhile ,these same people were talikng about how they don't like it when they are judged on their lifestyle or opinion.Can we say Hypocrit? (btw , that is the actual actual way to spell that word, so called fucking ingenious ones they think they are.)I never understood how people can base theeir lives around hating people they have nothing to do with and have done nothing to them.Granted I am an angry indidvidual, but only because I am sick of seeing how people treat each other.I don't go and base my existance wishing harm on the innocent.I think the people that do, should have all they wish bestowed on them.It's called karma and she makes her rounds to us all.To those who were cruel she has very bitchy streak to her and I think those of us who try and do the honorable thing should sit back and laugh.That's all for now.Bye

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[16 Jun 2004|11:52am]
cruelgirl820
hey kids,just joined this community.Love it by the way,finally a group of people where I can share my aggressions of everyday annoyances.I don'thate this world just alot of people who tend to ruin it.You know people who are sexist,racist,ignorant or just plain stupid.Anyway,I'm glad I joined and I will probably post alot.My entries in my journal seem to offend people so maybe if I do that here no one will complain.Later!

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[10 Jun 2004|05:10am]

safetyjames
title or description

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[27 May 2004|12:17pm]
arinaomi

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[17 May 2004|11:24pm]

manderine05
[ mood | meh ]

_yourmoms_hot
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[29 Apr 2004|02:30pm]
arinaomi

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[29 Apr 2004|02:12pm]
arinaomi

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Work by Remedios Varos [19 Apr 2004|04:06pm]

safetyjames
I love this artist.

Vampiros Vegetarianos

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[05 Apr 2004|02:35pm]
arinaomi


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[02 Apr 2004|09:35am]
arinaomi

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author unknown [27 Mar 2004|01:35am]

swarminglocust
via hernandez st. in the second cool weather day of the year fourth day of fall all the talk of war, of attacks, of vengeance and victims, of hate and retaliation. and god bless america. and america bless god. and my dog has fleas. and god so loved the world. and gave us light. september 25 thich nhat hanh has a full page ad in the new york times offering sympathy and kindness. encouraging peace and the transformation of anger into something good. and liberating. holding his face in his hands, to keep his "loneliness warm" "two hands protecting, two hands nourishing, two hands preventing my sould from leaving me in anger." encouraging nonviolence. encouraging compassion and forgiveness. and forgiveness. forgiveness. forgiveness. "forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us." morning walk, dog on a leash, in the place of trees. neighborhood village accented by trash piles. the trash piles are random. vehicles to a language. the trash piles are random. languages to vehicles. vehicles remote though strong, to languages clear and awake, of morning of earth as it are in heaven. you say who, the women jog to be more themselves, the powerlines are bird wires. passing human voices. back and forth in continual instances of fiber-optic waves and vibratory sound. patterns aligned and aloof and hallowed it be the names. thy kingdom come, i alight you. we align you, seem to say the school buses in their yellowness, to our yellownesses, to our yellow strong-hold in the metal groans. thy will be done as the children near grown themselves. middle-aged teen-agers experiencing their minds as the cycles gain in intensity. experiencing the uncertainty the unsteadiness of the time-warp-like function of gravity. called puberty, a la physics. the intense and slamming nature of leaving childhood. evolving, moving on, numerous windows old and new. opening and shutting. bending breaking shattering. falling with weight in wayward ways. what once was known is known no more in this middle ground. time of unwavering crying game. time shows its softness. and its teeth. all at once. appearing and disappearing. god bless america. america bless god. my dog has fleas. my nation on its knees. my world in pain. a world away via hernandez st. via the minds eye minus the tv. god bless america and everything it could be. god bless the world and its threadlike synchronicity. god bless the wayward and the wily, the weirdoes and the hungry. break bread on our heads that we may be wise. its all gone invisible now. only wet strands of the grass grew in my minds eye what my heart knew, and thought too, or what was thought to say. how they sprout in the fall, within the pain and the friction. the light filters in. finds its way, catches itself, glistens, opens in split-second waves of you who are i. who are we. then wanes, fades, passes. but ripples in and of itself. like the scattering of seeds, arriving at the shore. where remains possible the quiet hum of a soft notion, perhaps as a dream remembered, a feeling of leaning out, reaching in, a longing that lingers.

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[23 Mar 2004|12:44pm]
arinaomi

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[22 Mar 2004|10:39pm]
arinaomi

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[14 Mar 2004|02:58am]

ninepoppy

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Kurt Cobain: New Pre-Suicide Revelations [13 Mar 2004|01:25pm]
arinaomi
In the months preceding his suicide in April 1994, Nirvana's Kurt Cobain considered quitting his band, Nirvana, so that he could instead work with wife Courtney Love's band, it has just been revealed in a previously unpublished interview that will appear in the British magazine Uncut on Monday. Reuters reports that the rock legend said he felt a stronger affinity with the band members in Hole than he did with any other musicians.

In the Uncut interview, which is being published in commemoration of the 10th anniversary of Cobain's death, the Nirvana frontman said eight months before he committed suicide, "I'd like to (collaborate with Love). But to tell you the truth, I would rather just quit my band and join Hole. When I have played music with them, there's a level of connection that's a little bit higher than with anyone else I ever played with."

Cobain also revealed that he was thinking of moving away from grunge toward acoustic music. "It might be nice to start playing acoustic guitar and be thought of as a singer and a songwriter, rather than a grunge rocker," he said in the interview that was originally meant to be aired on French television. "I could sit down on a chair and play acoustic guitar like Johnny Cash or something, and it won't be a big joke."

Cobain, who was just 27 when he shot himself in his Seattle home where he was recovering from an overdose of drugs and alcohol, is seen as the leader of the grunge movement that emerged from Seattle and became one of the most powerful forces in 1990s rock, notes Reuters.

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[12 Mar 2004|03:24pm]

internal_green
[ mood | blah ]

im sitting here next to a singing birthday cake and my eyes are flowing at the sightof the evil wintery weather that surrounds me..."Happy birthday now, come on!"....aww fuck this thing.....i wish i had a real cake...its not my birthday but i just want some sweets....lip smacking goodness....

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[12 Mar 2004|12:33pm]

internal_green
[ mood | content ]

i want just one fucking break....just one!...maybe my break lies between the riding clouds...you wouldnt believe the clouds today...rolling thick fluffy beasts flying fast as hell...close the case...

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[09 Mar 2004|04:45pm]

calisaloser
Portray sincerity
Act out of loyalty
Defend your true country
Wish away the pain
Hand out lobotomies
To save little families
Surrealistic fantasy
Bland boring plain

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bbblam!!!! [09 Mar 2004|02:35pm]

el_garretto
take one for the team, bow in front of the audience, and say grace to the few who are still listening and/or watching. these truths will be held in the highest regard by those with an eye for creativity. balance the checkbook, stare god in the face, and make a note to self: take the flag down upon returning home. the small suburban house i grew up in will face the tyranny of a parking structure before i turn thirty.. all i have left is the memory of being potty trained, and the pictures buried away in the attic to remind me. not like it matters, my childhood has never made a difference anyway. i am who i am because i am who i want to be. the past may count for something, but in adulthood, it is something we’ve always been able to overcome.

when will the struggle end? when armed citizens surround the main source of power. the inland suffers from dry heat stroke and land unfit for farming. i suffer from a broken heart. me, among millions, all came to share the same fantasy. we want the American dream back. if there’s no war to fight, then what are we in it for? these things that we experience, the day to day basis of understanding, they bore us to pieces. pockets full of lint entertain a more simple value than the world news. my fellow comrades and i are stuck in the complacency of boredom. we need inconsistency in our rhythm, we need a change in perspective. a loss, a gain, a shift, a color change. the foreground needs to become background, and the sky needs to quit looking so blue. our oceans should turn inside out. why don’t we fly through the air? why don’t birds become the new pedestrian? i mean, with all of this wonderful being that is nature, you’d think it would learn to be a little bit more unpredictable. the balance of life has been set for too long, it needs a disturbance. as if humans weren’t enough to disturb every little naturally occurring substance that life has to offer. we have to go and fuck things up more. why don’t we use our technology to devise of system of equations that will render religion obsolete. why don’t we stage a freak heist and make every bank lose every bit of currency known to man. why doesn’t foreign trade become i kill you before you kill me. i want the stars to explode simultaneously and to erupt in our nebula for all to see. i want the ozone layer to quit blocking radiation. i have a sick need to see what the sun can do to disfigure natural selection. fight, fight, fight. war, bloody, hymn, cramped in this coop, stuck half way between north and south. drowned in the poison solvent. ice hole fishing, polar bear attacks, sweat shop sweater un-protective in the cold. make or break the scar tissue with the time it takes to bake a batch of unknown soldiers. i can’t fry my face in the deep fryer. washing machine makes for a good weapon, but it’s much too large to hurdle. and my clothes smell like wasp nest anyway. a thought that’s hard to cleanse, even from the most uncluttered collection of neurons. where has the fun gone? straight to my head. fun is blood, and blood rises. cold blood sinks to the bottom of the ocean floor, i’ve lost another goddamned tooth. this is easy for everyone if they chose not to abuse it.

like the tidal wave that covers a small town, lives cold hand weaponry. the eyes in the skulls of the inhabitants wash over and get buried in the sand. children pick them up while digging for sand crabs. the eyes look alive, still throbbing from the pure determination that once filled their hearts, where the veins and various pumps connected. if you were to remove the cornea, you could find the last images of love imprinted permanently for the rest of the world to discover dishearteningly. the well that shares the water system in which the tidal wave ran its four legged symmetry is destined to be forgotten as well. but the wells, like the eyes, have left their mark without having to spell it out. there are bigger things in life than the ruins of a town overfed by infinitely countless gallons of sea salt. one civilization gone is another one beginning. this marks the start of year zero propaganda. time to start over with the ancestors buried in the past. they failed, and we’re arrogant enough to believe that we can make things right with the sheer will power that is gained from awful insight. humanistic, plagiaristic, and communistic, i’m left with a brain that cannot think beyond numbers. now a part of this grotesque machine, i set out for the work my forefathers engaged in, not knowing that i am just repeating a cycle of endless proportional value. stop me before i go bald.

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[09 Mar 2004|04:32pm]

captaingeneric
i have been commanded to post here....and so i have. i will have a xanadu roller skating story coming soon (alas, i do not know how, yet)


anyway....have a swell day.

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[09 Mar 2004|12:53pm]
arinaomi



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[07 Mar 2004|08:52pm]
arinaomi
i dont write how i really feel anymore.. i judge what i say because i think it sounds the same as any shit ive ever said that was meaninful to me before.. but there is so much more, bubbling up inside of me.. i just dont know or feel like i know how to put it down into words anymore.. i do much better when im in the presence of people saying what i mean and just being myself. there is so much to a persons presentation of theirselves that can only be experienced face to face.. i feel a lot of things. i really really mean a lot of things. i dont want to be vulnerable anymore when i tell someone that i think the world of them.. and i dont want to leave those things unsaid either. marriage seems to have this effect on most people where they think since they have that person they can treat them any way they feel and say hurtful things because theyll always be around.. love is hard to come by in friendships and relations of all sorts, so these gifts should be recognized as an accentuation of yourself that you are blessed to have.. and put to use in a way that means something towards what you and that person are becoming.. every moment you are able to take in a breath, brush your teeth and ride a bicycle is a time for you to make a decision how you are going to make use of yourself and your time and your capabilities and know whether or not youre grateful to have that.. because that wife of yours tells you what she means because she means it.. maybe you are the best thing since chicken wings, but know what you have.. look again. that beautiful song, that slam poetry you listen to and that minute of laughter where your belly aches or those giggles that make your face flush all up, even the fact that youre crying your heart out over that man that just wont love you for what youre becoming and what you are is a divine point in your existence meant to be taken into consideration, not taken advantage of or completely disregarded. i feel lost in a world where i know what i want and just dont have.. i feel amazingly empowered at the same time that i am able to feel such grief, if that makes any sense. i know there are folks i just cant trust or count on and i know my words will not always be heard, but im putting myself out there just enough so that my existence is known.. if its so easily brushed off, i still have that sensation that i did something for you and i both. i will forgive a thousand times.. i will cry and taste the joys and pain of this infinite spectrum of humanity.. the poverty and abuse and turmoil and youth of our newborn moments each time and i will not tear you or he or she down for what you do with your time.. love you and create music with our interactions because sometimes, all the time, that is all we have. moments. i feel both confined and liberated. your acknowledgment of me or total disrespect will ultimitely make me more of what i am.. and i see peices of me in you.. every time we say hello and goodbye and just.. say nothing at all. it tears me down and builds me up again. i want you to know your worth. i want you to show me the movements you are making in your own moments. give yourself the power to have those thigns you know you need. your sorrows and those epiphanies you have had and will have are what pump through every capillary in that beautifully molded sculpture you were given for dwelling. respect it. love it. show us what you are.. know what you desire. feel the beat of that mystical drum, and make a dance out of the way you are. the way you are. take in the friend when you hold her hand. when she holds your face. speak what you mean. live the way you let yourself seem. look inside the box. and out of it. step outside of the comfort zone to do it right next time. never regret a lesson learned. love the world as you love yourself, and you live a full existence.

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marjorie the trash heap is my favorite [05 Mar 2004|06:10pm]
arinaomi


[edit] READ ME !! && AND THIS TOOOOOOO plz

i dont think i can stop [/edit]

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[01 Mar 2004|05:40pm]

internal_green
[ mood | contemplative ]

its getting dark and im still in PJs...the stink is laying next to me and i think im gonna run...ill run like the stinky cheese man...but..im not the stinky one...oh, oh well....you get it...maybe if i flopped he would swim down stream...

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[25 Feb 2004|03:39pm]
arinaomi
im a loner, dottie. a rebel

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Becoming you... [20 Feb 2004|10:17pm]

disntegrated



I seriously love this. I want it huge and framed, goddamnit.

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Get your kicks, chix with dicks! [19 Feb 2004|12:47pm]

disntegrated
http://www.usshemales.com/promos/a145.html


More more more, how do you like it, how do you like it!!

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[18 Feb 2004|12:44am]
arinaomi

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happy valentines day babies [14 Feb 2004|09:18pm]
arinaomi

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vagitarian II [11 Feb 2004|07:53pm]

ex_zankoku668
admiring the syphilitic visage of the pustule ridden genitals that i adore -
oozing sebum and puss dribbling on the labia, leaves me panting for more...

vaginal excrements - fume and funk, the stench of festering menstrual discharge.
the wafting odour tortures my nasal passage, the glistening cunt wet with blood...

a crust ridden musty flap of lust suffering, from severe dermatological disorder.
the sanguined slit lined with papules, and genital warts along its fleshy borders...

licking the sickening twat - the foul stench of the blistering crotch -
drinking the menstruated slop - delight in each pustular drop...

passing blood clots, eating crotch rot, septic blood and puss.
consume the runny crust, urine flows out of the slit, piss washes over the clit.
taste the blood and piss, nothing compares to this...

my face fully buried within, the pubic mound of grime and warts.
voraciously lapping up excrements of every sordid type and nauseating sort...

the atrocious nauseating odour proves too strong to resist in the end.
the nauseating fumes overwhelm me, as i vomit into the moist pungent gash...

regurgitate onto the cunt, puke on the gore ridden slut.
drunk off the urine flow, i bathe in the afterglow...

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[11 Feb 2004|02:59am]

ninepoppy


Dusk at Sea

By Thomas S. Jones Jr.

1882-1932



To-night eternity alone is near:
The sea, the sunset, and the darkening blue;
Within their shelter is no space for fear,
Only the wonder that such things are true.

The thought of you is like the dusk at sea --
Space and wide freedom and old shores left far,
The shelter of a lone immensity
Sealed by the sunset and the evening star.

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[07 Feb 2004|02:47pm]
arinaomi

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[02 Feb 2004|11:52am]
arinaomi

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[01 Feb 2004|04:12pm]

ninepoppy


she has a twin/they both look the same, sometimes they walk together//i took a picture from a moving CAR./this lady is some nun goddamnit..//such a stranger, you have no idea , peoples./

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[31 Jan 2004|06:00pm]
arinaomi
for k-roc:



bologna's grandpop:

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[17 Jan 2004|03:22pm]

ninepoppy


internal_green AND ninepoppy //

NICE TO MEET YA'LL/zz//

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[14 Jan 2004|01:55pm]

learningtospeak
what ever you are at the end of the day
pray that the cops wont take you away
whatever you are at the end of the week
a docter a lawyer an indian chief
whatever you are at the end of your life
a baker a baker an embarresed wife
whatever you are at the end of the end
of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend

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augmenting august. [11 Jan 2004|11:09pm]
arinaomi
[ mood | o hi ]

im proud of my work. this is my friend, augie. we created a livejournal for him tonite, so i worked on some userpics.





[edit]




Journal Name
How bad does it suck?


Now I know why everyone hates you.



Take the meme at t3knomeme [/edit]

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RABIES CAT!! [06 Jan 2004|12:52pm]
arinaomi

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[05 Jan 2004|09:23pm]

mailstealer
bitten

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[01 Jan 2010|09:33pm]
arinaomi
Gushing Cunts

Intense female ejaculations.
Girls lapping up cunt goo, extreme
orgasmic releases.
Experience the 3 foot orgasm.
Better cover your eyes or your'll
get squirted in the face.

Check out:
http://began.Km00U2.M27YEsu63k.doridaz.net/gushingcunts/index.html

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[21 Dec 2003|05:35pm]
arinaomi


THIS IS MY FRIEND, DOUGLY, IN HIS ELVIS IN CHRISTMAS IMPERSONATION OUTFIT. HE DOES THIS PERFORMANCE WITH HIS GUITAR IN FRONT OF SEVILLE QUARTER.

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[16 Dec 2003|02:03am]
arinaomi

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[14 Dec 2003|09:32pm]
quietdiscomfort
your cock was like a 2 year olds
it only took two fingers to hold
your cum was like battery acid
your bum could make john holmes go flacid

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[13 Dec 2003|12:11pm]

mailstealer

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