Hall of the Monkey King

some serious sand art )pop-up( healing with maggots (gross( di mak fish fights back addicting game i'm so going to be a pirate !! Glomgold.... take note

if this seems like it's a different story....it's a deception part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 ____________________________________ She sat in an empty auditorium with a friend. I didn't know them yet, but it seemed that they might have been waiting for me, so I introduced myself. They were a pair of giggles and that pleased me. One would end up as Fess's girlfriend. The other would get me arrested. We clicked together, slightly askew, she and I. We were the closest we could be without the burdens of romance. Though I suppose that at different times both of us would have liked to have felt it's weight. Her family was an introverted unit whose corners were folding in upon itself. They lived on the edge of town and I suppose some may have considered them 'low-end' society. I would be one of two people outside of the immediate family that set foot inside that house. Her parents owned the print shop smack in the middle of town, surrounded by other s...

that's twice i've said that tonight but all but one of you will only see it once. most of you may not even see it that many times. so i've just finished watching Garden State , and i'm glad i got it. i've a weak spot for these types of movies. plus...they mention the Shins quite often which of course is a good thing. they have a very cool name. so....i know that i need to visit other's blogs more often to expect others to come here, but for some reason i just don't seem to find myself with the time and most blogs are blocked at work. which bites because i'm not accomplishing much of anything with this time. years ago i took a creative writing class. and as you can see i got fuck all out of it. the teacher used the class to line his pockets by making his books required reading for the class even though we never once used them. this is how he ran the class. he gave us assignments, all of which were to write something...anything....it didn't m...

not sure if i'm finished with this but i thought i'd put it up oh yeah here: part1 part2 part3 part4 _________________________________________________ In the limited sphere of life we base what we know or assume upon what knowledge has been accumulated throughout our lives. The tiniest nuances in experience will produce various differing ripples. Two people living through the same experience will thusly experience it differently and thusly will react differently. We make our assumptions and judgements based on these and if we are not aware we are in danger of prejudging. As a group/herd/community, we tend to bond together in our similarities. We tend to be suspicious of that which is different. Even though all of us are in essence different from one another. Still, there is a sense of security in belonging and so with enough similarities a group/herd/community is born. If enough differences occur, then perhaps that individual is shunned or outcast. If differences occur but t...

Part the first Part the second Part the third _______________________________________________________ The soot of history stains. It gets into microscopic nooks, infintecimal crannys. Affecting, infecting, changing. It is a mechanism without awareness, without conscience yet carrying with it a power that spreads imagination thin, hammered into awe. Rolling with it's brother Time, it trails everything behind it. But it hasn't caught up with me. Or has it? There was a part in my life I was living out of trash bins. On nights that were clear I slept outside at the Esplanade, my home away from home. It was just above what passed for a train station in town. In fact, my friends would try the payphone there before calling my house. On nights that were poor I snuck into garages, I slept in lofts and at bus-stops. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it is to steal frozen dinners from the grocery store? I lived on mac&cheese, left over burgers from fast food joints and ...

woohoo!!! fireballs ! if anyone does this let me know how it goes. when i found this it said "another video by tourettes guy", i didn't know there was a first one toast ? mass sheep suicide some ads from the 80's ok, i've said the japanese are weird but wow those taiwanese... whew weird cars how will you die ? wow , yeah...ok what the hell is wrong with you to go and do this? little girl playing xylophone more weird cars zombie game puzzle game

one two ____________________________________________________ Throughout my life I've known people who have gone to jail/done time in jail/should have gone to jail. The result of all this, I'm very good at Spades. Noone I know has been to prison though. Which is a good thing, of course. I know muggers who are now veterinarians. I know vandals who became A&R reps for very respectable record labels. I know drug dealers who now work on Wall Street. The house, Norm's house, was a bastion for this element. People running from the law would take refuge there. People in need of a place to sleep would crash there. People looking for a quick burst of excitement would stop by. At one point or another, I was each of them. But, I'm getting ahead of myself here. Let's back up then. Wind the spindle in reverse until life is a blur and we're sick with knowing, crying tears of indifference, salting the terrain with smirks and judgements. In a slow final spin we land u...

ok, this guy is just gross. and this guy is probably the most popular kid in school this guy hates horses this guy caught the biggest catfish....ever! this guy shows you how to sing using the doppler effect....and can run at mach one this guy got caught having sex in his car (no nudity) this guy does some bad-ass bike tricks....for 1899 and a couple of games: space invaders remake addicting game but the music will piss you off after a while and a pic of the ugliest animal that is all ok one more .....