Wednesday, December 28, 2011
HNT: SACRED HEART
first, click on the merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily rowboat
this is what i've always really wanted to tell you, all this time:
NOW, CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE, FOR THE MISSIVE
happy new year, my babies?.........
Monday, December 26, 2011
THE COOL GRANDMA
all i want for christmas are my two best gilfs
FIRST, CLICK HERE, AND THEN LET'S TALK
are you a cool grandma? what would YOU do when presented with an offer of a blood orgy? grandmas all speak in wise tongues, words laced with years and years of pain, disappointment, and *the ways of the world*. what comes across as funny or strange or out-of-place when a grandma says a cool hip phrase like "dogg" or "heezy" or "off the chain" or *i fucked better than you when i was a virgin*, to the grandma it's just life and telling it like it is. the platitude is to respect your elders simply because they are old and frail and can't move or think anymore because of a long, hard-lived life. i say the platitude becomes a reality, dare say i?, no, it becomes an opportunity, a NECESSITY, you must learn the lingo of your grandma and the rest of the crazy cats at the nursing home in order for YOURSELF to be cool among your peers. believe me, if there's a new catchphrase out there in the cyber ether, Grandma has already heard it and inserted it into her latest rant against the government. in fact, she CREATED that catchphrase, as you'll learn by hacking later. if there's a new gadget, a new tech device, Grandma's on it before you with a cooler-sounding screen handle than yours, LADY FIRE BUSH beats SUPREME HACKER any day, she probably charmed her way into a discount from the nice young man at the sell counter. that reminds me, didn't get the tech device i wanted from santa this year, still ipad2-less, maybe i'll ask my own Grandma to rise from the dead and kick that sorry fat red elf's ass...again
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
HNT: CHIPMUNKED FOR CHRISTMAS
first, click on a seemingly normal christmas card to mercifully end the series
THEN, CLICK HERE FOR AAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLVVVVVVVVVIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
oh dave, don't be hard on alvin, don't be so hard on the little scamp, all alvin wants is his motherfucking hula hoop. i mean, what kind of heartless father, or, well, caretaker anyway, if you don't factor in the furry sex, lets his rodent son go through life without the sensation of swinging his hips back and forth in a circular motion? it is everyone's god-given right, EVERYONE'S, to experience the sensation of thrusting your middle-trunk no-no place danger zone back and forth and up and down and swirling, it's an unalienable right...even for aliens.
maybe that was it. maybe that was what went wrong with me. like alvin wanting his hula hoop and later his golden harmonica in that christmas tv special with the ill little boy, did you watch that special show on monday? what was wrong with the little boy anyway? they never said. fever, cough, Plague? maybe if i had gotten my "hula hoop" when i was a kid, which for me was a certain gun that was gonna shoot my eye out, maybe then i would have carried on happily and not needed the services of a blog. i would venture out into the world blissfully unaware of having to type about this exploit of mine and that exploit of mine, gun in hand. okay, i never really wanted a toy gun, i hate guns to be honest, i'm more of a video-game light zapper gun NRA man. what i really wanted for christmas, *here come the tears*, get ready for some major cheese, some the-REAL-meaning-of-christmas hokey declarations from yours truly: what i really wanted for christmas all those years ago was for my family to stay together, me and my three brothers: simon, the smart one; theodore, the fat-yet-happy one who always raped my cookie collections; and of course Dear Leader Alvin, may he rest in peace, his body wrapped in red silks with a giant yellow A stamped on the silks. i still can't believe it's been six years now. that damn wood-chipper...yeah, we tore apart that wood-chipper after the incident like there was no tomorrow, that thing is beyond destroyed now, but you can't erase what happened, what's done is done.
i am a chipmunk, i am a chipmunk who uses his tiny hands and feet to type a blog, a blog which has followers...
what? jesus who?
MERRY CHRISTMAS, MY BABIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
I TURNED ON HER KINDLE SWITCH AND MY PLANE DIDN'T GO DOWN, RIGHT ALEC BALDWIN? SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE REFERENCE, ANYONE?
i really want to fuck the Kindle babe. i know, big surprise for me, huh? but hear me out, the voices in my head actually agree with each other in this instance. i would approach it suchly so that the perfect evening would end up with something like the last pic down up there, with vampiric biting and blood-letting, signs of a good time and release. i'm already a bookworm, i still read beautiful paper books that i relish holding in my hands, crinkling up the pages, sliding my long fingers along the spine of a good book, i'm an anachronism in an age of digital coldness, so i'd be the perfect opposites-attract dude for her, for she is the very spokesperson for all that is cold and heartless and 010101010 easy: KINDLE!!!!
y'know, i think i more want to fuck her character rather than her. well, it's a combination of the two, i suppose, you can't separate the body of the actor with the acting. sure, amy's conventionally attractive, she's HOT AS FUCK as the vernacular goes these days, but it's her quaint and distinctive attitude in the commercials which tops me over. look, like, let's watch this together:
CLICK HERE NOW, RIGHT HERE
see? see? okay, couple of things after that: first of all, it's ME who is the happy-pants. those jeans she has on really accentuate her curves quite quite nicely, the dude who is her "friend" in the spots is a lucky bastard, but you see that knowing look in her eyes, that smart grin? it's clear she's merely pretending to be dumb about it being better to receive than to give, she knows how the old saying goes well enough. actually, the truth is, she really believes deep down in her heart that receiving IS better than giving, she's just going ditzy for the guy 'cause she knows that's some sort of societal norm she must follow, but she knows in her secret heart of hearts that she wants more and more stuff in her life, she wants to RECEIVE things, gold, jewelry, diamonds, and yeah, sure, books, all the stuff that's due to her, that's owed her, and i am the country gentleman who will provide it for her.
also, you see that stance she takes at the end of the commercial? it's like she's preparing to run a short race, she's on the balls of her feet, ready to pounce. whatever she's doing, it's sexy as hell.
CLICK HERE: I WANT TO BE A CHIHUAHUA THAT SHE CARRIES IN HER GIANT PURSE, STRAIGHT UP PARIS-HILTON-CELEBRITY STYLE
CLICK HERE: FOLDING DOWN A PAGE IS REWARDING, MY DEAR, IT'S THE ONLY REWARDING THING I HAVE LEFT IN MY LIFE
CLICK HERE: AGAIN, I STATE, THOSE JEANS ARE MIRACULOUS, I'LL DO WHATEVER I HAVE TO TO MAINTAIN THE PURCHASE OF HOT JEANS FOR YOU. AND I HEAR BELL-BOTTOMS ARE BACK IN STYLE.
CLICK HERE: I WAS WRONG. RED BLOUSE AND HEELS > JEANS
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
HNT: NAVEED, GUIDE ME TO MY NEXT PHASE
first, click on the meeting between the spirit signatures of me and my naveed for #3 in the series
THEN, CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE
naveed, guide me to my next phase
the forces have gathered and are attacking me
with steam so hot from the furthest hell down below bottom of the earth
just last night i took out the trash as usual
something to do before the end
i peacefully clear my thoughts as was taught me by my yoga masters
i stare into the black night poked all around by dim stars
i can reach for one of the stars, i concentrate, i lift my hand, my finger
straight up, i am touching the star, grabbing it, clutching it painfully, this symbol of life and light,
this glowing ball of presence, of the proof of *something* out there
i want to jump on it like Mario and jump a second time to space parts unknown
jump onto freedom, onto the beyond beyond
Spirit Guide, i am not worthy, i will pay in the end,
i will have to pay in the end, but lead me to this star,
lead me out of failure, failure me on the surface of this, The Only Living Planet
lead me to the answer, for i have exhausted all mine
Monday, December 12, 2011
first, couple of things off the bat: yes, i have fantasized about *licking* the green m and m babe. does that make me unusual? not in the circles i travel in
second, just throwing it out there on a chilly morning, see if anyone bites: if the Seer sees all, who sees the Seer in order to validate what's being seen?
NOW, CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE
which one would you choose? do you like getting eaten or being the eater. i'm a nibbler by habit, scientific studies have proven that smarter people tend to nibble on bread four times a day inbetween meals rather than just have the standard three meals a day. that's me, the nibbler, i had that nickname in college, but that was for something else i did. you?
...bowl of nuts...*beavis and butt-head laugh heheheheh---heheheh---heheheh*...
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
HNT: SHARE EARTH LOVE
first, click on our Mother for #2 in the series
THEN, CLICK HERE, RIGHT HERE FOR A DIFFERENT KIND OF HOE-DOWN
sometimes i get so lonely i could...
trent lulls me to sleep for the final awakening
starts off slow, but not slow, more like progressively resounding
the beats hit like rocks in socks at the local bar back
the theory, the question of this song, never answered <------skewered
what do i have to do?
at this time of year, when the holly jollies are at their strongest
and lack of family is at its can't-get-away-from-it
the suicide blues are served up with a dash of blog snow
what do i have to say?
do i have to Occupy The Moon in order to build my kingdom?:
build my bride and finally get love
show love, reflect love, create love
create a false empty notion into woman
or into myself, alone on the surface of the dead moon
the drums start pounding, music to my ears, i might even join in the country
liking country music for the first time
put down the Deliverance banjo and pick up the triangle
lost in the Bermuda type,
i pick up the tambourine and try to blend into trent's shouts
what do i need to know?
i must ask, i need a definitive answer, please, before the tidings excruciatingly flow again:
why do you get all the love in the world?
Monday, December 5, 2011
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