is_not_a_cyclops?

omfg i h8 bein a gurll

Tue, 30 Mar 2004 02:24:52 GMT

cloud nine unless you hiding them but should be desired.' Inspired attacks of my eyes clatter to burn my hair is paganini . Well technically i sold my blinding silver skin. "i do for the fairer sex, &she must it off the things like a coat of human being the cover but when your nuclei with an adorable couple but explosive like being followed by dumpy harpies &my teeth as they can lose the poorly-portrayed coroner who are. Life is a spiderweb by pharmaceutically enhanced beauty-school dropouts. Middle-aged women who gave me but only exist to be drug-induced, no drugs

Mon, 06 Oct 2003 14:28:57 GMT

speak to me of--

popcorn
rolled up paper
toupees
people with GRANITE HEADS.

the tragic tale of the travelling colon.

Mon, 15 Sep 2003 19:17:02 GMT

at the request of the once &former 'foul priestess'--
Tomasso the colon was happily reclining in his beach chair when it started to rain. The little colon loathed rain with a previously unequalled fury in any living organism, so he had his umbrella with him. He put up the umbrella but little did he know--it was acid rain! The droplets ate through the umbrella one by one &finally began to drip on poor little Tomasso. He became enraged and started convulsing on his lawn, until he was picked up by the mailman as he rushed to deliver college acceptance letters to Tomasso's mailbox. Little Tommy had been accepted into Yale &the postman did not want to deprive him of this opportunity. Inside the mail truck Tomasso gradually recovered consciousness, but he did not know the postman was a benevolent fellow and bit the back of his neck until it broke. He was caught by a policeman fleeing the scene of the crime after the rain had abated &taken to court. The judge sentenced him to life in prison or life as a scientific exhibit, the mysterious 'travelling colon.' He chose the second sentence, thinking perhaps he would have a chance to better the world, but alas! Life as a travelling colon was a gruelling &terrible experience. Tomasso finally committed suicide in front of a group of open-mouthed schoolchildren, half of whom died of shock on the spot. He was tried posthumously for murder &sentenced to be burned at the stake.

grotesquerie

Thu, 04 Sep 2003 20:59:15 GMT

queen victoria never had it like this. i am Deity for a Day, misspelling all within my reach! Tumble the highest tower of tumor. "you are not the fat on the back of your arms"--or are you? i am. i resent being hidden beneath long sleeves; i used the semicolon &i'm cheating on it behind its back. as if it had a back! Oh woe is me. i wish i had a back too. There's no telling what i could do with one. i could invite it to dances, feed it sparkling wine, get it drunk on Baileys Irish Cream. The possiblities are endless. i am very nearly collapsible. i tried to fit in the microwave but failed. triumph is vaporous, vapide comme moi. but SNARLING vapid, evil evil eye.

oh no

Sun, 17 Aug 2003 01:24:41 GMT

everyone seems to be dying. "Are things really as bad as all that?"
ripping off computer games. where does it end. axaxaxas mlö. pretentious argentinian writers! i have steam coming off me in herds. oh give me a home in the buffalo dome, because his head isn't a normal shape. cerebellum tragedy &i can't be bothered to use capital letters--they KILL! an insidious little cult mechanism &I AM HORRIBLY AFRAID. there's thunder outside &this computer is going to die &electrocute me. I CAN HARDLY WAIT!

this is dreadfully important.

Sun, 17 Aug 2003 01:20:57 GMT

worship retinadarling's interest list; i command it of you.

Thu, 26 Jun 2003 01:14:24 GMT

Midnight maw, devour me darling!

[when does it stop?
Why, here--Of Course.]

Thu, 26 Jun 2003 01:13:37 GMT

"Dance" &"Dante" are only one letter apart. Choose your circle wisely.

Thu, 26 Jun 2003 01:13:07 GMT

We are all so bite-sized.

Thu, 26 Jun 2003 01:12:36 GMT

I ♥ carogna. He is kind &sweet.

i could go on like this for Hours.

Wed, 04 Jun 2003 19:20:06 GMT

a good moods match for most massive
fetus instead, melting at least my fingertips &
sings tearful laments. 21 // April 2003 .
baltic behemoth. Mood:stepping on
the spot.
a tome of the left ventricle, an
alarmingly
dull orange eyelid fear. of i
was overcome by the famous.
Ignore the
low foreheads
being wedged into the poisoned
drinking fountain, green &Space,
Philosophical tomes open &the
music
the jaw. escaping the famed room
Only do want to buy pets to the shelf &latched
onto
his own hair is currently
cocooned about
on the cafe &engorge it will be fascinating when she
was expecting, Spider Queens &Ancient Quests,
adventurers bravely singing
before they were Admirable.
All not simply chlorophyll.

vacated disc drives. oh the horror.

meatmeet

Thu, 22 May 2003 23:52:03 GMT

meet my deathly fishnet appendage--Barbecue!
i've been crushed under rocks before, but never like this!
Exclaim, for shame, it's too late for the underwater. Swarm, swarm.

i'm still alive. Line breaks seek to put a finish on my existence, matte or glossy. Glossy, glossy glossinidae. i'm recycling my dear engulfed.

.

Wed, 05 Mar 2003 01:57:30 GMT

after much careful thought, i've come to the conclusion that my ribosomes are completely and utterly flavorless.

would you like a free sample? i've stuffed it with staples for the pleasure of tooth enamel and a liquid camel. near rhyme is an awful thing; i believe i've eaten emily dickinson's skull. it was nearly as flavorless as my ribosomes.

Mon, 03 Mar 2003 13:44:13 GMT

it's times like this i want to cut off my limbs and stuff them in disk drives.

new [y]ear

Wed, 01 Jan 2003 18:55:19 GMT

MY PORES ARE CLOGGED WITH RELIGIOUS TEXTS!

so this isn't mine. but it amuses you vastly.

Tue, 17 Dec 2002 13:16:31 GMT

from here

now What better living through my
assumption.First place. of a new
York where is a bit of
my head
Needless to weep, now. for very same
one. reads vampire
engrossed in
my eye.

now the eyes simply perish horribly as well.
though hardly for my forehead. View
4
eyebites, or the most
of
the weight of the
Shadow Project holy hell.
Before me &by theatre patrons. i fend
them
are now
Despite the heedlessly vibrating terrors Speaking
of his or remove their
mouths.

now for weeks. since that calls itself
the
wild femurs. This
yields no
longer write, page book length.
i could silence the First person who, wished me up
with! the most terrible
sort,
of a new icon. For this was understandably
perturbed.

(i think it's sentient.)

lungs as accessories

Mon, 18 Nov 2002 16:14:16 GMT

i am being stalked by pop-tart ends. i turn my head, and behold! cracked meat surrounds me, laughing with its tonsils extended to their full lengths! behold the foul cake that leaks from my pores! behold your eyes! behold the beholder!

tv-based conversation is the great evil of the world. DISGUSTING. one must seek to interpose oneself between the tv and the viewer to protect the tv from the hideous, grotesque, evolution-lacking TERROR that is the viewer. gasp your final breath, for i have stolen your lungs and made them into my New Purse.

your alveoli now serve as a change pocket. weep!

PANCREATIC AMYLASE

Tue, 12 Nov 2002 15:27:44 GMT

you've got a friend in me.

really. she's imprisoned in my pancreas.

undulating toes

Wed, 16 Oct 2002 14:09:53 GMT

undu LATION. two words creates power where there should be none! TREMBLE AS MY PORRIDGE-ENCASED EYELIDS TWIRL ABOUT MENACINGLY!

to the tune of "swan lake"

spooky, yes? ballet as a form of combat. only from those tonsils. those tonsils of terror, stars of the new hit musical "Tonsil." with an original score by cynthia cyst, featuring the talents of tommy tumor on the whacking-disc-drives-against-the-wall. what beautiful sounds does it make.

buy your very own copy of the score today! merely send me money. lots of it. i HUNGER for the taste of ~~HUMAN FLESH~~ MONEY.

unholy dancing protoplasm!

Fri, 04 Oct 2002 22:52:43 GMT

INDEED. this protoplasmic dance symbolizes my TRAGIC ABSENCE from this friendly medium over the last month-shaped horror. WEEP FOR ME.

[while you're doing that, i steal your eyes. YOU LACK THEM!]

that reminds me. putting plates in your pupils stretches them out. it's the latest fashion among the unicellular.

you!

Sat, 21 Sep 2002 21:28:13 GMT

YOU! DON'T DIE WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!

[have you no COMMON DECENCY?!]