wazz up
Posted: February 3rd, 2009, 9:10 pm
WHAT ! IS THE WHOLE PLANET COMPOSING ??
OR JUST ASLEEP ?
OR JUST ASLEEP ?
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decomposing
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Posted: February 3rd, 2009, 9:36 pm
you know what beethoven is doing right now, right?
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decomposing
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decomposing
Posted: February 3rd, 2009, 9:39 pm
lucky he...
I can't wait to join in
I can't wait to join in
Posted: February 3rd, 2009, 9:48 pm
aw snap. 
Posted: February 3rd, 2009, 9:51 pm
three snaps in a zee formation
Posted: February 3rd, 2009, 9:53 pm
yikes... you're in a great mood tonight, huh? 
.......
It was a slow night on the internet stupor highway. All around the world, there were rumors of bad weather so people were either staying inside and watching the news on TV or going outside to see it live. The poets were busy using tornado metaphors, the lyricists were creating wind songs, and the musicians were stringing their bows.
It was a creepy night. A strange and eerie night. The regular tap tap tap on the keyboards wasn't to be heard. All internet junkies were bewildered. They could find no one to tap with.
They even tried facebook. And nobody was there either. And we all know when facebook is a ghost town, it's time to just hang it up and imagine ourselves flying to China. Taiwan on in cases like this was the advice once given me by the shrink at the Internet Addicts Social Club.
The IASC met every Wednesday at 3pm and for 4 years I was a regular. The whole purpose of our meetings was to learn how to deal with our internet addictions and to support each other.
We met online.
It was much easier than meeting at the bar for AA and meeting on the street corner for NA. I could DO this, I convinced myself.
"Hi, my name is Doreen Peri," I said, "And you're all internet addicts. Where's the coffee and donuts? I need an ashtray."
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It was a slow night on the internet stupor highway. All around the world, there were rumors of bad weather so people were either staying inside and watching the news on TV or going outside to see it live. The poets were busy using tornado metaphors, the lyricists were creating wind songs, and the musicians were stringing their bows.
It was a creepy night. A strange and eerie night. The regular tap tap tap on the keyboards wasn't to be heard. All internet junkies were bewildered. They could find no one to tap with.
They even tried facebook. And nobody was there either. And we all know when facebook is a ghost town, it's time to just hang it up and imagine ourselves flying to China. Taiwan on in cases like this was the advice once given me by the shrink at the Internet Addicts Social Club.
The IASC met every Wednesday at 3pm and for 4 years I was a regular. The whole purpose of our meetings was to learn how to deal with our internet addictions and to support each other.
We met online.
It was much easier than meeting at the bar for AA and meeting on the street corner for NA. I could DO this, I convinced myself.
"Hi, my name is Doreen Peri," I said, "And you're all internet addicts. Where's the coffee and donuts? I need an ashtray."
Posted: February 3rd, 2009, 9:59 pm
I know a funny yellow cay that may be able to help
he is in your mailbox
he is in your mailbox
Posted: February 3rd, 2009, 10:03 pm
cool cat
diggin it
diggin it
Posted: February 3rd, 2009, 10:03 pm
the cargo was escargot
yes, we were smuggling snails
black-market gastropods
they sold for a premium since being outlawed
it works the same for any commodity
the best thing that ever happened to pussy
was when they made it illegal
but today it was snails in my cigarette
I'll put it on the beach and disappear
a phantom meeting with the dawn
who knows what the cargo will be tomorrow
yes, we were smuggling snails
black-market gastropods
they sold for a premium since being outlawed
it works the same for any commodity
the best thing that ever happened to pussy
was when they made it illegal
but today it was snails in my cigarette
I'll put it on the beach and disappear
a phantom meeting with the dawn
who knows what the cargo will be tomorrow
Posted: February 3rd, 2009, 10:08 pm
I guess we are the diehards, aye aye
Posted: February 3rd, 2009, 10:10 pm
just another story hanging around for 20 years