The Perquisite
An added bonus came upon me, persay, a perquisite. This present was sent from no one, sent from nowhere, yet was definitely aimed directly to me. The glorification, as it is now gone for me, has been diminished with feelings of anxiety. Sails have been brought down, for the cool coast ahead, much more easier than the bright days have offered me. Or atleast i hope. It might not be a perquisite after all, just a facade, lurking in the dark as a storm waiting to swallow its food. Such pessimism, but what can you expect?

Fellows
Its starts off small, but all i need is some beach property. Maybe in Mozambique, or maybe in Brazil. Well, i need a short highway, a couple hundred million dollars and some fancy restaurants. Also a bunch of tables that have boardgames built into them. Oh dont you worry, this will be one of the greatest. Anyone an architect? Somehow i always tseem to mix in the bewilderment of childhood to the responsible days of manhood. Overwhelmed might be the word, but i think i would like to put it as exhillirating, or enthralling. Maybe even patience. Sort of like the first time you blush, your febrile face, not used to being different and unaware. Oh im learning, where my habitue is, and the bellwheter i will become. Put a couple of good fellows below me, and you will see. end.

zlemonz
I just woke up and got some lemonade. Its good.

ohhh lemonade is so good. its my new love. i love you lemonade.

Moondance
Well its a magical night for a moondance, with the stars up above so bright. Im bored. And that stupid doggy fizzle show keeps coming on. W T F man. W T F. What else could wtf mean...im gonna give it a new meaning...Whose That Fatty? Like, you know, im standing there selling my soul to the bread and man walks in. I quietly whisper...WTF, and kathryn immediately knows whats going on. A enourmously large order is about to come up. Or how bout... Wise-cracking Two-eyed Fucker. I mean, that could apply to just about anyone who has two eyes. Like you! I could site there, sitting with my AK47 and chief crazter at my side. Xan walks by. I say WTF and she immediately knows to shoot him down. Simple as that- wise-cracking two-eyed fucker. What the fuck man. What the fuck.end.

Luxor
This site is now my site. Im sick of drama. Or rather, i should say melodrama. Sick of thinking, sick of listening, sick of mowing my lawn. Whats with everyone and their problems. Nobody knows, the trouble i've seen. Quoted from The Lion King, who can go wrong with Disney?! But who cares, seriously? All the pretense, the charades and shams? I tell ya, i need a cup a jo and a walking stick. Im going to climb Mt. Sinai with someone i really care about, see the Burning Bush, and swim across the Nile. Thats my idea of fun. Easy fellows, easy, its a little thing called life. 450 miles away from the greatest monument in the world, you will see me, sipping on some syrup, a warm blanket, and watching the sunset from a place thats miles away from ordinary. But for now, Im just a follower, heeding to others, and hopefully learning from them. I might hate listening but it really helps. Spanish wrestling rules! They will break you back, like so, on their knee. Sham on. end.

Ace
Cohesive, yes but gratifying, no. Worthwhile, yes but neccesary, no! Ahh, the Ace is definitely my favorite, looming in the background, topless except for the skimpy towel and goofy-looking hat. Every girl, thinking he was the epitome of all manhood, the cavalier of Paris, the beau of their dreams. Yes, in the fantasy world i have now lived in through these past few weeks, a couple of other "hunks" would come into mind. Iceman, who flew through the danger zone with no fear. Patrick Swayze, who danced like the ballerina in the nutcracker. And of course, Aarf. The real world, a place where senile monsters shall always survive. The fantasy world, a place where Legolas can atleast be with me. Mmmhm. Keep combing the desert, you will find your raspberry jam. Only one man would jam me with raspberry. Lonestar. As alone as a star. whee, u fell for the oldest trick in the book. Deadbeat. end.

O Mother Where Art Thou?
Seems that i have a new mother today. yes, emphasis on the "new". No, not because i have been killed and coming back into life as another form. No i have found a new love. Which reminds me of a story, which consists of a crazy japanese and some friendly moorlocks(abhi and paul). These moorlocks did not know who their actual mother was, and were determined to find out who she was. When arriving at a strange house, built mostly of thrown away fortune cookies and some rice, they heard a voice call them in. "Shinokiwa a ji gochi pikachu jigglypuff kinochiwa". Ahh yes the voice was telling them that these two moorlocks came from the warm spirit of mother bread. Who else. "Ho ho ho ho ho, ur tied to me moorlocks, im your mother and you cannot deny it!" What a blunder they had made, but they couldnt change it now. Not forever. Yes, we ARE NAPping soon enough. Later on fellows. end.

Hadrians Wall
Once again the rain beats upon windows, trying to break down Hadrians Wall, not knowing the difference between barbarianism and civilized serenity. What can u do, the rain reminded me of a time when Paul Tupper, with his sordid voice, told of tale between him and and his calves. Haha oh man if you havent seen this guys calves, ur missing something. It should be the 8th AND 9th wonder of the world. Colassal features. Well it was him vs. the other calf-master: Hannah McCho. Ho ho ho, it was a fight for the ages. Man vs. Woman, Good vs. Evil, Good Calf vs. Evil Calf. But paul was fighting something else then just swedish calves, no no no. Kristen Callihan was tempting him with raspberry sherbert in the background. "MWuahahha" she caterwauled! "Who tempts people with Raspberry sherbert", i interjected to paul. "Only the best", he replied . All he craved were cigarettes and chocolate milk, not goddesses from the abode of laughter. Bowling it was, and they were off. What a crazy story. end.

Pickles and Cereal
Mondays, so refreshing, yet so boring. The beginning of a new week, the end of some glorious memories. Anyways, why bore you with my witty remarks, and let me indulge u in this story of a homo and his two friends hannah and xan. Ahh yes, hannah and xan were new to the "open" community. What can i say, u wouldnt expect a hairy jew and a blonde gnome to be part of these colorful activites. His name was Sonny Bono, and he was apparently fruity character met by xan and hannah. He then released all his fruity pebbles on them. O carrots said hannah. She died instantly. It was a dark day, but the homosexuality had overwhelmed little hannah mccongahy from Hickory, Nebraska. Then the ultimate battle proceeded. Xan vs. Fruitman! Xna came with a potent punch....synthetic sugar!! But fruitman came back with his evil poison...vitamin c. She sang and sang...and it was a sad day for oranges everywhere. Vitamin C definitely blows major asshole. I hope no one ever saw her in concert. Ha! but this gave xan and idea...he took out his boombox and started playing, Sugar Ray!! "Nooooooooooo" said fruitypatootie. he melted like ice with salt on it. Hannah woke up with a bowl of cereal and some pickles. First thing said by her---"you look like the fourth of july, makes me want a hot dog reallll bad!" Damn. I do want some hot dogs. mmmmmmmm pepsi. fizzle fo shizzle watchizzile some televizzle stylizzle doggy vizzle with some pickizles and cerealizzles. end.