Are you supposed to not understand a word he's saying?

i was wishing to find some $$$ on the ground the past days.

i finally found a 2000 peso

Coulda been worth 160 something dollars back in 1989

now its like 22 cents or something.

I guess i need to specify next time

maybe u should sneak in through the mexican border and try to buy a tiki lamp and a margarita, but then again that might be difficult seeing as they have border control to ensure that THEIR citizens dont try to return.

im trying to recount my time

i seemed to have been cheated a few times during my early years

i want them back goddamnit

WHY DOES THIS COMPUTER MAKE SO MUCH NOISE

wait a minute, im not a filmmaker!

Today I watched The Usual Suspects (2nd time) and hated it.

Today I watched Battle Royale and was entertained.

Today I experienced American Psycho and now just about every other film will suck.

They really need to make an advisory/warning about films you should not watch if you love watching films.
"Warning! Do not watch this if you ever want to think another movie is cool again!"

quote:

Today I experienced American Psycho and now just about every other film will suck.

welcome to my world...

MM! I just LOVE ham with pepperjack cheese!

to make things extra fun this holiday season KYle has decided to start his student film fest project...right now. dats right. i have what most people would say is "no time" but im gonna prove to you all it can be done and oscar worthy results will...result. ive got some script or whatever you call these words on paper, and ive got myself two evenings of shooting with some good actors. Yes its been years, yes ive been talking out of my ass, yes i dont care, and yes i have said a film of mine will be on soon, but now its going into the works.

i challenge you all to the same as I, if you havnt started. good luck everyone!

o and if you dont take my challenge
and you wanna do it
but you dont
or cant.

well you still should start a movie and send it in. THERES NOTHIN ELSE TO DO

<---desperately seeking good entertainment

on tuesday also im having my wisdom teeth removed.

thats what i get

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what could be a new aeon?

An American Prayer - The doors

Do you know the warm progress
Under the stars?

Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys
To the kingdom

Have you been borne yet
& are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all teh myths
Of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

[Have you forgotten the lessons
Of the ancient war]

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees
Of the forest

Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to
Slaughters by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are getting
Obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.

The moon is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
In the next block of green vine

Amassing for warfare on innocent
Herdsman who are just dying

O great creator of being

Grant us one more hour to
Perform our art
& perfect our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying

We live, we die
& death not ends it

Journey we more into the
Nightmare
Cling to life
Our passion'd flower

Cling to ****s & cocks
Of despair

We got our final vision
By clap

Columbus groin got
Filled w/green death

(I touched her thigh
& death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient
& insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life
& flee the swarming wisdom
Of the streets

The barns are stormed

The windows kept

& only one of all the rest

To dance & save us

W/the divine mockery
Of words

Music inflames temperament

(When the true King's murderers

Are allowed to roam free

A 1000 Magicians arise in the land)

Where are the feasts

We are promised

Where is the wine
The New Wine
(dying on the vine)
Resident mockery
Give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasures's breed
We of sundome & the night

Give us a creed

To believe

A nightr of lust

Give us trust in

The Night

Give of color

Hundred hues

A rich mandala

For me & for you

& for your silky

Pillowed house

A head, wisdom

& a bed

Troubled decree

Resident mockery

Has claimed thee

We used to believe

In the good old days

We still receive

In little ways

The things of Kindness

& unsporting brow

Forget & allow

Did you know freedom exists
In school books

Did you know madmen are
Running our prisons

W/in a jail, w/in a gaol
W/in a white free protestant
Maelstrom

We're perched headlong
On the edge of boredom

We're reaching for death
On the end of a candle

We're trying for something
That's already found us

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South

Cruel bindings

The sevants have the power

Dog-men & their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces
Starong at me from the T.V.

Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?

Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted

Strangers in the mud

These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
Comes death on a stranger hour
Unannounced, unplanned for

Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's
Claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family

good luck and godspeed

KYLE JOHNSON IS GREATNESS. ALL SHOULD BOW DOWN TO HIS AWESOMENES.

so i went to see Invincible with Markie Mark...aside the horrible film, before it started this guy asked me and my friend if we'd liek to get paid to review some trailers that were screening tommorow. so i thought, hey i get $$ for telling them what they could be doing better, sounds fun....but then i call to make my reservation and its full so i miss out it pisses me off cause i realy wanted to tell this guy how i felt about what he was sayign to me...."what kind of genres do you like?" "GENRES?! THATS LIMITING THE FILM!" luckily my friend saved me from making a scene (as if talking about how bad we knew it was going to be wasnt enough) GERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now i dont get to share my dam nuseless opinion, something that COULD save those pictures. God im an *******. Atleast ive got one fan

Never drink 4 cans of red bull at night when everyone is just gonna go to sleep.

bad things tend to happen

I have just spent countless minutes, nay, hours of my life reading all 53 pages of this bit of ridiculousness.

I blame ALL of you for contributing to my sad pathetic demise

( i would also like to add that it has also solidified my sneaking suspiciom that kyle and HDK are in fact in love with each other....)

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I know that many of you on this here forum have luckily escaped the sick and twisted hole people like to call 'high school'. Today was my first day of my senior year and in honor of that I would like to take you all back for a bit and remind you of what you are missing out on...

INT. APT.-MORNING
After getting up at the asscrack of dawn, rather than expertly coordinating an "oh so perfect first day of school outfit" this year I was just like eff it I could really care less. I managed to muster enough energy to throw on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt and stumbled reluctantly out the door. (I did, however, shower so as not to overly offend anyone)

INT.BUS-MORNING
Seeing as though I have not yet gotten my car (its been 6 months, what gives?) I found myself on the same bus I have been riding my entire high school career. I'm half awake and so not in the mood to be riding that damned bus. Destination: HELL. I'm trying to zone out completely when amidst shrieks and squeals I overhear a freshman girl say to her equally slutty cohort "OMG, let me see your coach purse!!!" Gag me, please.

INT. OFFICE CONFERENCE ROOM-DAY
Upon arriving at school, after brief mocking of my fellow classmates, i was forced to go to my new "advisory group" (my school's brilliant new idea so each student can "connect with an adult in the building") with my good friend Bonnie (my vice principal). here I got my schedule and tons of other useless paperwork and spent the next hour listening to Bonnie explain how she hurt her knee while doing the twist.

INT. ITALIAN 4-DAY
Here I was lucky enough to hear about all the new young male teachers Mrs. Martha thinks are "hot"...(wrong on so many levels)

INT. PHYSICS-DAY
All I remember about this class was my teacher proclaiming "If you come to school baked, I will catch you" (says the guy with a tye-dyed led zeppelin flag hanging in the front of the room) nuff said (fash be glad u dont have hin )


INT. GYM-DAY
I sat for an hour and a half listening to fellow classmates discuss the different types of birth control they use which of course quickly turns to a discussion of feminine bodily functions--no need to go into detail there...

INT. STUDY HALL-DAY
If my life were really a movie this would be the bit where it would just be a shot of me sitting there with crickets chirping in the background.

And then thankfully I came home.
I almost have a new respect for awful teen comedies. I feel like I was trapped in one all day. (note i said almost )

Moral of my story--high school sucks royally

This is just plain nuts.....

All of Emily Dickinson's poems (all of her ones with 4 lines per stanza that is--apparently there are over 1500 or something) can be sung to the tune of gilligan's island.

Try it:

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

Freaky, right?