Scales

I need to take something more up to date without any filters running through it. But currently it's this one.

If you put assorted shredded cheesins on the hot dog buns and YOU COOK THEM IN THE OVEN, IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE CALLED ITALIAN DUNKERS. PEOPLE LOVE AND ENJOY ITALIAN DUNKERS ALL AROUND THE WORLD SINCE THE 1800'S WHEN MOLLY HATCHET USED A STEAM ENGINE AND A STOLEN LOAF OF BREAD TO COOK THESE STRANGE CONTRAPTIONS. As soon as they were done, she approached and crossed over from Section E of Mega Wal-Mart, into Italy. THUS THE MELTED CHEESINS ON THE BUN WERE KNOWN AS THE ITALIAN DUNKERS. OWNED!

. coffee?or go phee?or co-fee?

I'm won't vote this year. I don't see myself throwing my vote away as much as I'm putting a couple fingers up at the American political system and the direction it's going, towards the ground.

Curly: There's a bright, golden haze on the meadow There's a bright, golden haze on the meadow. The corn is as high as an elephant's eye And it looks like it's climbing clear up to the sky. Hannibal Lecter: On a similar note I must confess to you, I'm giving very serious thought... to eating your wife. Oh, what a beautiful Mornin' Oh, what a beautiful day. I've got a beautiful feelin' Everything's goin' my way. Hannibal Lecter: Bowels in or bowels out? All the cattle are standin' like statues All the cattle are standin' like statues They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by But a little brown mav'rick is winkin' her eye Hannibal Lecter: [in a letter to Clarice] Your job is to craft my doom, so I am not sure how well I should wish you. But I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun. Ta-ta, "H." Oh, what a beautiful Mornin' Oh, what a beautiful day. I've got a beautiful feelin' Everything's goin' my way. Hannibal Lecter: Are you by any chance trying to trace my whereabouts, you naughty girl? All the sounds of the earth are like music All the sounds of the earth are like music The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree An' a ol' weepin' willer is laughin' at me Hannibal Lecter: "Io fei gibetto de le mei case." I made my own home be my gallows. Oh, what a beautiful Mornin' Oh, what a beautiful day. I've got a beautiful feelin' Everything's goin' my way. Oh, what a beautiful day!

I do what I can.. grand delusions of this limited edition Michael Jordan shoe, talking to me during three month hybernation periods passing down punch/sprite refills, prophetic visions, and diverse forms of analgesic perspectives of an otherwise mundane materiality will also help, in which I am a floating biological pawn in a rigged, slanted Chess game, slowly falling towards an open whole in the ground where all of my matter will cease to exist and the pointlessness inherit in all consciousness will come to a single point where the theme of Mash will begin playing, and if there is a God, he will allow me to spiritually strangle myself with my ghost tail while flicking off Casper. ..someday that bastard is going to die.. ..again.. Then afterwards in the distant future, the world will turn to a Bill Cosby approved sea of chocolate pudding where giant gummy worms fight giant Oreos in the ultimate battle for control of whatever the hell Sector 18 1/4 is. This will mark the beginning of 14 hour days where all Starbucks are open in unison with Taco Bells. It aims to provide a set of free high-quality paper cups. Bill bought two just yesterday when he was grocery shopping for sorcerer's dog meat. Yeah, that's what I said to. It was pretty messed up.

STONED NOT STONED SEMI-STONED EXTREMELY FUCKING STONED

Alright DGN, here's what's going down, here's what's up, here's what's getting fucked sideways and a little to the left, like that dresser you had to help a friend move down a really steep set of stairs last Summer.. you know the one I'm talking about, with the drawers that kept sliding out like a pain in the ass, and you had to take them out because it got so annoying having them slip out all the time, it's a wonder the plywood or whatever it was could even hold anything, it was pretty flimsy, and hell, you put all sorts of heavy stuff in there, like bloodstained iron spikes or something, damn man, sell those on ebay to Jesusphreak395. ANYways, the truth be told as well as it could playing an mixed species game of "telephone" with a couple half deaf old guys thrown in the mix, and a giant cardboard batman cut-out from '93 that was found in some dead guy's basement who was a manic-depressive Abba fan, I just found the DVD and Television remotes I was looking for even though I don't need them, so that's cause for a little celebration: if your about to go to work, don't bust out that bottle of high proof alcohol just yet, you might get arrested, and if you work in a factory keep in mind only your boss is allowed to drink and get away with it; just remember, the drunk guy on the forklift always thinks it's dinner-time on his lunch break and it's never pretty unless the forklift is wearing a dress. Whenever I think of office jobs I think of office space and some movie I recently watched called, "He Was A Quiet Man." I am eagerly awaiting the sequel, "She Was A Quiet Man," because horizon-expanding pornography and bad coffee takes the cake over getting shot for stealing a guy's stapler. 80's style physco glasses are the kind of things that traumatize and stay with you for life, if the original Crow would've worn big 80's glasses with a comb-over and a dress shirt, I'd probably have shit my pants. Not that I'm much of a coffee fan anyways (even though this is the coffee shop), but caffeine in general is a great drug for sitting behind the computer in any mundane setting and using software like your giving the keyboard foreplay. Keyboards and caffeine were meant for each other. I could get so wired myself the cpu could burnout, the monitor would be gone, and it wouldn't stop me from typing out a rough draft on the American Revolution, printing it out, turning it into a college professor, coming back for the grade, getting an F for turning in a blank piece of paper, then explaining that I don't really go to college. From what I've heard, life's about the golden moments, which is a complete lie. Life is not about enjoying taking a piss with a burger king crown on your head after breaking into Fort Knox, though American money should be backed by gold. If your reading this and enjoy a good Corona once and awhile you might as well drink your own piss with some rubbing alcohol mixed in, because Corona *IS* piss beer. Corona was piss beer in the past, it will be piss beer in the future, and it is piss beer now, with weird beach commercials where you never see anybody's face because they are so embarrassed that they spent the whole day on a tropical island drinking alcoholic piss. It's your choice really what you want to do with your life, don't let anyone bring you down. Some people are in love with gravity and go the extra mile to crush the people around them, I have a simple and intellectual tag for close-minded people, assholes. Assholes are simply black holes that spew ideas with the same amount of worth as fecal matter. Assholes should be treated with disregard unless they happen to be able to play the kazoo with their ass, now that's fucking talent and needs some sort of recognition like a cake that says, "Congratulations, your a musically-inclined asshole!" or "Your an extraordinary asshole, you play people and kazoos!" That would be an awkward cake for the middle-aged woman at the grocery store deli to scrap up, she's going one minute from "Happy Birthday" to "I Hate You! But I Respect You For Playing Kazoo With Your Ass!" Speaking of kazoos and assholes let's talk politics for a second. I've got the whole thing figured out so I'm going to tell you my opinion on why voting this year is a bad idea. Mccain is about three miles below the term "complete idiot," and thirty six more miles below sea level, he would like to initiate a draft because the drugs alone don't help him obtain an erection so his wife will get off his back. Hillary Clinton is a muslim-extremist robot secretly working under Robot Allah with plans of ultimate nuclear destruction and opening a franchise of North Korean candy/weapon family shops which could become a huge hit in China. Obama is probably our future president who will be for more gun control and intiating the top secret PSKFUA, or Project Stick Kazoo Farther Up Ass, which will inevitabely cause us to fill with debt and shit until the entire country breaks down and forms a shit-filled North American Union (of Shit<iness>). Life is weird, but we're at the point where there is toothpaste flavored chewing-gum and coffee flavored soda and candy bars. If America continues at this rate Japan will be scared of us, that is no easy task and might even require some tips from institutionalized Monty Python fans. But if you can dream it you can do it, so for fuck's sake don't dream about toothpaste flavored coffee and coffee flavored toothpaste. Thank you, and good morning. ---WHAT I WAS n AM DRINKING---

This so happened to me today with a television..

What happens in Alaska, stays in Alaska, and then is discovered at a later date after the ice caps melt. /threadjack

Congratulations crazies.

I just want to thank everyone for posting in this sex thread. :drool

My last six cans of Miller High Life are MIA.

Open-minded, intelligence, and good at communicating. Appearance is somewhat important. Loyal and honest. We can respect each other. I prefer dating an atheist, but I'm not against dating someone who's somewhat religious as long as we can both respect each other's beliefs. Doesn't smoke, do hard drugs, or drink to the point of being an alchy. Has a sense of humor. Not really heavy into normal television. A little crazy, fun to be around, has to have individual goals she's working towards. Likes rock and electronica music. Likes video games. Doesn't want kids.

I'm posting this here because I didn't think much before writing it out, so let the raw surge of angst-ridden literature begin.. Half-dead in the wastelands and the demons want me dead, the drones all want me dead, digging into my mind, reaping my sight, so the subject is transfixed on inverted lights, smoke and mirrors, damn you to Hell for what you did to me, I'll create it, I'll remake it. The sky is black now and I can see the scorn from your families, god is dead now but the devil is still awake and kicking from the womb, kicking from the societal mother, damn you to Hell for what you did. You destroyed me, you refused to hide, you refused to stop growing, you anewed the infant, you refreshed the tumor with a hideous face, you killed me all for the glory of the door that leads to a gray nowhere, the clouds swirling about you while you search for an exit, a mouth, the abyss that will swallow you for your perpetual deceit, your hatred. Damn you and let your thoughts convulse in fire with your name! Back from Hell, back from you, half-dead, half-dead, half-dead but still.. still fucking alive, with a vengeance, I thrive, I sin, I reap the sorrow, I own the hatred that flows in your veins, the empty heart inside you. Back from Hell, back from you, the sky will fall, the ground crumble, and we'll lose each other in the gut feeling of horror, no more reflections, no more deflections, no more of you and I.

Anti-depressants are a lot better than just enduring the blunt of depression. I am taking 20 mg of Paroxetine daily for social anxiety/major depressive disorder (clinical depression) which 15% of untreated people die from through suicide. I don't know how I'm still alive and might find life to at many times be an endless plain of shit, but I have the ability to actually do all kinds of things now which is a huge deal. The only side-effects with Paroxetine I've had is it's harder to tell when I'm hungry, I do get a little tired in the beginning of the day which I've gotten used to, and I've had a lot more vivid dreams. As far as I know Paroxetine is mainly for treating unipolar depression out of the two (even though I'm a skeptic about the idea of bipolar depression). I study human behavior, personality theory, sociology, philosophy, drug interactions, and neurobiology in my spare time because I like to know about this stuff. Depression might not go away, but it's better to take the step towards getting professional help rather than enduring it with your own coping methods. Just my two cents.

I made this time-line to represent my descent into gothic badassery. (Those school photographers were never that good.) /done stroking ego

Blorge.

Some Neil Young is allowed to exist in my sphere of hearing. >.>