Hall of the Monkey King

i just watched collateral with tom cruise and jamie foxx. jamie foxx has surprised me as an actor. he was pretty good in this and in ray . as for tom cruise, well he's better at being tom cruise than ben affleck is at being ben affleck. i'll link the previous parts later. _______________________________________________ I had become friends with Dina during the outer fringes of the last house. It wasn't until later that I found out she was a dancer. She was a pretty blonde girl with a bit of what some call sass. Once, in a drunken haze she had vowed "I'm going to have him." This was made about Neighbor Bob the night she met him. And true to her word, the two of them have been married for several years now. It was never really in question. From the moment the two of them got together it was almost impossible to think of them as separate entities regardless of the fact he was ten years her senior. The wedding was down in New Orleans during the Jazz Fe...

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Years ago I lived in a dank dark basement that had artificial turf that did a poor job of pretending to be a carpet. And while I have a lot of good memories associated with said basement, there are two that really I could do without. One was that my iguana (the most hateful creature on this and any other plane of existence) died. His name was Gureau and we named a song after him on our cd. His dying isn't the bad part of the memory. The bad part had to do with a dinner date I had with a beatiful girl, or lack thereof. Since he died we thought maybe we should bury him in the backyard. Which we did, the services were very nice, we said a few kind words and expected him to claw his way to the surface, through the earth and stone, defying death itself to take one last bite out of my flesh transferring his undead lizard ways into my bloodstream......oh, sorry. So there I was cleaning out his tank and the bastard somehow managed to put me into the hospital. So instead of delicious ch...

i'm bored. so i'm getting in my car and driving west until i find a pool hall. hopefully when i get there all the inhabitants will have a combined total of more teeth than me.

Parts: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight ____________________________________________ The crowd of people that flooded the house continued to grow so it was good when it moved out of the apartment into a house in another town. Like nomads, vagabonds, we followed it. The place was pivotal in our lives. In a time where only drug dealers had beepers, if you needed to find someone this was the place to go. There were enough people coming and going that whoever you were looking for, someone knew where they could be found. Anytime you wanted to know where a party was regardless of where in the county, this was where to go. If there was a show going on somewhere people here would know about it. If there was a trek down to the shore in the winter, if there was a gambling binge down in Atlantic City this was where it would begin. At this point in time we even had strangers from other states stopping by that noone knew. I remember an old man who drove cross country in a jeep...

Is it that it's enclosed that screaming in a car seems more venomous? We tossed thoughts, stinging, back and forth, frustration sawing through the material into the intangible. Inexperience leant a hand and the result was that my car ended up smack in the center of the train tracks, tires flattened. And no amount of anger was going to move it. The fight ended and I sent her home. She was drunk again and I was tired of fighting anyway. It wasn't our first fight and wouldn't be our last. It did however solidify my stance on the situation. Slowly she began the walk home, regret weighing on her, but not enough to keep her from getting drunk again, or fighting. But the problem at hand was, how was I going to get my car off the tracks. Lingering remnants of the fight took little bites out of me as I fished out some change to make a phone call. My first call was to my friend Jay. I had totalled his mom's car once and miraculously escaped unscathed. He laughed the whole way ove...

For those of you who don't know, my name is Shin. (Mr Shin Anigans...get it?) You don't get my real last name or google will find me. As of right now, heh I haven't a clue where it will take you, medical dictionaries, sports equipment, men with unique body part fetishes. I have a job where I have to speak to many people on a regular basis. And it's almost expected that whomever I speak with will say "I'm sorry what was your name?" at least once. They might even require spelling. And sometimes after spelling they just give up. As if I've refuse to tell them my real name and just picked a random word out of Webster's Magical Lexicon. Is this something that happens to everyone....meaning those of you with normal names, do you get this? Glomgold is excluded from answering this question as I know his name and it's not normal. Of course it isn't a body part. So as a break from my story, I will now lead you down a strange little trail of m...

It helped that the apartment was above the bakery in the middle of downtown. On quiet nights voices would echo and bounce from empty building to empty building. Storefronts, dead, bleak...uncomplaining. There were midnight football games played in the streets. Asphalt bruises and drunken grins. And there were always people at the house. The permanent residents were Norm, Jen, Crispy and Eric the estranged. Up until now you haven't met Eric. That's because he had been banished for being crazy. I had liked him but was wary after the madness. He had been dating a girl named Melissa who was living with my friend Martina, whom you will meet later. In passing Melissa had mentioned that she thought a certain model in a magazine looked sexy with his nipple pierced. The next day Eric showed up where she worked. His head was freshly shorn and he had a brown paper lunch bag. Silently he sauntered up to her, placed the bag in front of her and left the store without a word. Opening th...

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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 .....

Read this first.... __________________________________________________________ This is where it began but like the vagabonds that made up it's being, it moved constantly. When I knew where it was, I followed it. I was a part of it. It was a part of me. Like a viral dream it still lingers in my essence holding me back, keeping me from becoming one with the masses, from becoming just like everyone else. It's been said to me that women like men whom they think they can change. They like the image of the rebel. Perhaps that was what drove a couple of girls I knew into the house. They were dating the two brothers that lived there and the next time I went over the house gleamed. In the kitchen, the porcelain obelisks were gone. The stain in the bathtub was tediously scrubbed out of existence. George, however maintained his dubious habits. As did the two brothers. The stereo was stolen by the heroin junkies next door and the living room still showed signs of excess. Ev...

i did a little researching and my conclusions are that New Jersey has some of the crappiest highways around. granted there are about 40 states i haven't tried out yet. up until recently my least favorite highway around was rt 18 near New Brunswick. i used to live on rt 18 and to get anywhere i had to sit in traffic for about 10-20 minutes. it didn't matter what time of day or night, there was traffic at 3 am for crissakes! but now it's been replaced. while rt 18 means driving at an avg of 4 mph, the likelihood of someone coming careening out of nowhere into your car is slim. the new winner is RT 22! who ever designed this godawful road needs to be emasculated in as brutal manner as can be done. who designs a highway where all the major exits happen in the left lane? who designs a highway where there are constantly people popping out of the left side of the highway while your speeding your way across to the left lane to get to your exit? in conclusion however i'd ...

i'd been meaning to start putting these up a couple of weeks ago. but since then two things occurred. first, i suddenly had a lot of work to do. second, three quarters of this story made it into the wash and i've been trying to reconstruct them. it wouldn't be so bad except that they are the middle parts. so i have to make sure they line up the beginning and where i'm at right now. with any luck, i'll be writing again soon. ____________________________________________________ The house was unassuming, deceptive. It was a bum that sits quietly begging for change. A bum who's previous life never crossed your mind. Who knew it would become notorious? Who knew it would become more? When I first stepped inside 'dinge' grew substance and began tapping incessantly against me. What little sunlight, which wished to die, squeezed past the many towers lining the kitchen counter. Suggestions of time clustered in columns. Once they teetered but had since crus...

out of curiosity i did a quick google on "hall of the monkey king". how the heck can i be #17? in fact, people referencing my site get better billing than me. speaking of bills, there's a huge pile just staring me in the face. sigh.....