Hall of the Monkey King

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ok, now i know there aren't that many of you out there that frequent this jizzoint, but i apologize for not keeping up with this here...(can someone come up with a new universal term for this that isn't 'blog'. cuz really, we all hate this so called word. ) i have no idea where all my time has gone, or my mental stability, or my money. where ever it all is, i've got nothing to show for it. i blame it on the cambodians. for those of you who have been reading my stuff, i thank you very much and will be continuing again shortly. i've been debating about going back to school and have been in the midst of trying to make it work. unfortunately, things became....uncomfortable and i had a rather difficult decision to make. it's been weighing heavily on me for weeks now. it probably wasn't as difficult as i turned it into but then...that's what i do. anyway, here....enjoy these news clippings: russian lake vanishing camel sits on woman zombie shooting game ...

what is it about clutter that causes it to wend it's way to my desk? somewhere amidst the debris is the final bit for this story and the first bit of the next one. now i just have to find them. when that happens....well, you'll get to read it. i've been regressing into anti-social, reclusive hermitage. the reasoning for this is that my stress levels and anxiety levels have peaked in such an astounding way that i cannot even handle the immense difference from what i was like to what i'm like now, let alone the direct effects. it's as if a nerve jangling switch has been flipped in my head. my thoughts have become corrosive. that said, i went out tonight to a party for a friend's graduation tonight. from there i proceeded directly to a loud raucous punk/rock-a-billy show. again with the kids doing 'the twist'. when did that become cool? is it a 'retro' thing? regardless, it's close to 5:00am and i'm sitting about contemplating the direction ...

i can't believe the things that bring people to my site....really, i know everyone gets weird hits...but i just don't get some of these, ie... "the injecting liquids into penis" thing really just makes my penis cringe. i'm sure you've all seen what a penis looks like, well a cringing penis is no laughing matter. now "barbers videos gay clippers bald" what? and "i need pictures of hillbillies and rednecks" sheesh.

wow can you really hate geese this much heh.... dog ....heh SPINNERS for your grill!! i dunno what this is.... ping pong i wish i could read cyrillic (not really safe for work) here's some videos: tarzan rubber band one man cover band one man band elephant kicking the crap out of a store and one game: ice breakout

i apologize if this one seems at all hackneyed or spotty. it was written originally at the beginning of the week, but my brain has been.....elsewhere and i have not really been able to focus enough to polish it. for those of you just coming by....start here 1 2 3 4 5 _________________________________________________ I remember my friends leaving. I remember deciding not to leave. I remember wondering how I would get home. I remember the girl with a piece of her foot missing. Her name was Dawn. The mania inside spilled out into the parking lot and landed in the back of TGNK's truck. The current swept me up along with Fess, Kris , Dawn and of course TGNK. The world began to shrink. We sat in the back passing time the way you pass time with strangers who are friends, which is markedly different than passing time with friends who are strangers. Half of TGNK was trying to slick his way into Kris. It was going to be a failed attempt and we all knew it, but the game was played anyway...

this is how you will read them....that's right.....you will..... 1 2 3 4 _________________________________________________ Looking around the table, I realized that I now knew less than half of us. Our numbers had grown and we had spread to several other tables as well. There was a girthy woman that was referred to only as 'Mother'. Random people would flit by in a continuous stream, leeching wisdom or blessings from the matron of this motley group. She sat across the way and I never knew if she was as wise as she appeared to be. The spot next to me spent it's time vacantly but only for a moment. When that moment passed a pretty blond girl came over and introduced herself as Kris. I gave proper introductions myself to which she replied, "I have $200 on me but no pockets and no bra." A quick glance would have indeed proven that she had no pockets, but at the age of 15 most of my decisions were hormonely based and my mind instinctively latched onto "no b...

This is the order you should read these....well, that's my belief anyway. 1 2 3 _________________________________________________ Steering wheel cranked all the way around, gas pedal flush with the floor, scenery outside the window a midnight blur. This was about the time I realized the bench, disguised as the front seats, was not actually attached to the car. I slid my way face-first into the glove compartment and stayed there for a moment. Fortunately, the force of inertia relinquished her hold when the rollers started flashing. We waited patiently while the law was laid down then continued on our way to meet up with the others. I had just met this guy and Fess and I hitched a lift with him. As he pulled out into the road he turned to me. "I thought we were fucked. I'm drunk as shit right now", he slurred at me. 'Oh good', I thought, 'Only, you got one of the pronouns wrong.' Now, as far as my brain is concerned there were no events that occurred b...