bukakke

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TrolIop: why do girls sleep all day after you bang them all night/
TrolIop: ?
PigTatersSoTasty: trollop, because you drugged their drink?
TrolIop: yeah
Iustcoil: AHAHHAHAHH!!!!!!!
Iustcoil: thats great
bukakke

-=you are a diseased goddess who lovez to corner werewolvez=-

hmm

well i just cleaned miss bella'z cage
she's all happy and pouncing around my room..
gonna go feed her in a couple minutez... let her work up a lil bit of an appetite-

adam is still @ practice
we were talking before and he blurted out that he hatez it when im sick..
i act so careless and mean.. and he feelz like he's alwayz striking out with me ..

so that explainz the lack of anything.... he was walking on eggshellz around me and i had no clue.
poor baby..

<333333
gave bella some applesauce/turkey and guava

mmmmm

i havent eaten anything really in a couple dayz... just soup and some bread...
it's like i have no taste....
anything i eat tastez the same .....
and my appetite is barely an appetite anyhow..

god... this flu is ruining me.
=(

grrrrrr

eeek baby is calling!

If you are a hooker, I already sent the money. If you are my parents, please send money. If you are my financial aid institution, you didn't lend me enough money. If you are my friends, you owe me money. If you are a girl, don't worry, I have plenty of money.
bukakke

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music: Led Zeppelin - "Misty Mountain Hop"
The complete itinerary for the "4 Absent Friends Tour", featuring OPETH, LACUNA COIL, PARADISE LOST and TAPPING THE VEIN, has been released.

Presented by Guitar World, the trek named after a track on OPETH's recent album "Deliverance" will feature the Swedish band in the headlining slot, with main support coming from LACUNA COIL. PARADISE LOST and TAPPING THE VEIN will open the proceeding every night.

"4 Absent Friends Tour" dates are as follows:

Jan. 17 - Montreal, QUE @ Foufounes Electriques
Jan. 18 - Worcester, MA @ Palladium
Jan. 19 - New York, NY @ Irving Plaza
Jan. 21 - Springfield, VA @ Jaxx
Jan. 22 - Philadelphia, PA @ Trocadero
Jan. 24 - Toronto, ONT @ Opera House
Jan. 25 - Cleveland, OH @ Agora
Jan. 27 - Chicago, IL @ House of Blues
Jan. 29 - Boulder, CO @ Fox Theatre
Jan. 31 - San Francisco, CA @ Slims
Feb. 01 - San Diego, CA @ The Scene
Feb. 02 - Phoenix, AZ @ Mason Jar



you assholez... why not florida????
fuck yer noize.
bukakke

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Subj: Personal Letter
Date: 12/13/2002 7:34:13 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: bgego22@yahoo.com
To: lustcoil@aol.com
Sent from the Internet (Details)



Asking Urgent Coperation

Dear Madam,

I am writing to you this letter with mixture feelings
as we dont know you before. My name Bryn Gego, son of
late Mr. Michael Gego; who was Director in Gold &
Daimond Mining Corp of Sierra Leone before army forces
to Major Paul Koromah killed him. My father was one of
the people target by the rebel army and other big men
were taken to unknown places.

Two days before his death, he managed to hide us a
leter, saying his condition and telling us one trunk
box which he has deposit in a bank storage through a
security company in the another country Ghana. Though
the box contain a huge money of US$95 million, he has
regestered it to be family treasure for secirity
reasons. He wrote me and my mother to leave quickly to
Ghana for his condition is hopeless.

The, ECOMOG army came in to stop the situation of mass
killing. After it become a full war and after a few
days we hear my father and many others have been
suferred and killed and we find ourselves in very bad
condition as everybody was running for his life. My
mother has suffered big depreshion since and this is
making the hipertension worst.

We finally escape to Ghana safely with the deposit
documents over the box. We contacted the
company and they agreed the documents we have is
correct. But due to we are refugees we cant take the
money for investment here as much negative eyes will
follow us. We want to travel away from here to invest
the money and start new life another place. So now we
look for someone abroad to help us collect the box and
put the money in his account abroad.Can you help us?

I want you to help us claim the box from the bank
storage and get the money into your account in your
country so that we can invest the money wisely. We
will to trust anybody who honestly assist us. We will
agreed on your reward if you agreed willing to help.
We wait quick answer becaus conditions in the camp
here is not good at all and we lack money to buy what
we need. And my mothers sickness is really making me
to fear. So I am almost alone now in this world. I
hope that god will make you to help us at this moment.
Thank you in advance.
Best regard.

Bryn Gego(and Blessing Gego)
bukakke

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20: Fuck God DO iT! Scenarios of the
Revolution by Jerry Rubin

A dying culture destroys everything it touches.
Language is one of the first things to go.
Nobody really communicates with words anymore.
Words have lost their emotional impact, intimacy, ability to shock and make love.

Language prevents communication.


CARS LOVE SHELL
How can I say
"I love you"
after hearing:
"CARS LOVE SHELL."


Does anyone understand what I mean?
Nigger control is called "law and order." Stealing is called "capitalism."

A "REVOLUTION" IN TOILET PAPER.
A "REVOLUTION" IN COMBATING MOUTH ODOR!
A "REVOLUTIONARY" HOLLYWOOD MOVIE!
Have the capitalists no respect?

But there's one word which Amerika hasn't destroyed.
One word which has maintained its emotional power and purity.
Amerika cannot destroy it because she dare not use it.

It's illegal!

It's the last word left in the English language:

FUCK!!!

One bright winter day in Berkeley, John Thomson crayoned on a piece of cardboard "FUCK WAR," sat down with it and was arrested within two minutes. Two more people sat down with signs saying "FUCK WAR." They were arrested.

The Filthy Speech Movement had been born.

Everyone at school plays with himself verbally. The Free Speech Movement ended our virginity--we challenged outside society and the cops came on campus to get us. But once they left, everybody went back to playing with himself.

Once you've had sex, jacking off is a drag. Campus sexual frustration led John to start the Filthy Speech Movement.

"Nobody would have gotten excited if I held a sign which said 'Kill Vietnamese.'" John said. So he said "FUCK WAR" and four mighty letters brought the Great University to a Grinding Halt.

Old people everywhere freaked out. "Fuck man, is this what Free Speech is coming to?" Fucking Clark Kerr the fucking president of the fucking university fucking resigned. He said the fucking future of the whole motherfucking university was at stake. Fuck him, he's a fucking asshole. He said that if FUCK wasn't fucking banished from the minds and mouths of the fucking students, then things were gonna get pretty fucked up.
But most political radicals got uptight and wouldn't defend FUCK. Activists in the Free Speech Movement ostracized the FUCK-heads---they said FUCK wasn't "serious"! They got a sudden pure speech fetish.

Things did get fucked-up. In a unity move, Clark Kerr came back and fucked the fuck students. They were expelled from the university and given jail terms. Few politicos gave a fuck.

The Free Speech Movement was raped in the same bed with the Filthy Speech Movement. The movement was badly divided. It was an early sign of the split between political radicals and the hippie/yippies.

How can you separate politics from sex? It's all the same thing: Body Politic.


POLITICO-SEXUAL REALITY: The naked human body is immoral under Christianity and illegal under Amerikan law. Nudity is called "indecent exposure." Fuck is a dirty word because you have to be naked to do it. Also it's fun.
When we start playing with our "private parts," our parents say, "Don't do that." The mother commits a crime against her child when she says "Don't do that."

We're taught that our shit stinks. We're taught to be ashamed of how we came into the world--fucking. We're taught that if we dig balling, we should feel guilty.

We're taught: body pleasure is immoral!
We're really taught to hate ourselves!

Puritanism leads us to Vietnam. Sexual insecurity results in a supermasculinity trip called imperialism. Amerikan foreign policy especially in Vietnam, makes no sense except sexually. Amerika has a frustrated penis, trying to drive itself into Vietnam's tiny slit to prove it is The Man.

The revolution declares war on Original Sin, the dictatorship of parents over their kids, Christian morality, capitalism and supermasculinity trips.

The yippie political strategy is to ally with Billy Graham. Keep the word "fuck" dirty! At the same time we yippies fight for the right to say fuck whenever we want to. It's a contradiction--but in contradictions like this lie the genius of making a revolution.

Our tactic is to send niggers and longhair scum invading white middle-class homes, fucking on the living room floor, crashing on the chandeliers, spewing sperm on the Jesus pictures, breaking the furniture and smashing Sunday school napalm-blood Amerika forever.

We will do whatever is forbidden.
We will outrage Amerika until the bourgeoisie dies of apoplexy.
We will turn Amerika's colleges into nudist camps.
We will find new ways of living together and raising our kids.

GOD IS A
YIPPIE!

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bukakke

(no subject)

20: Fuck God DO iT! Scenarios of the
Revolution by Jerry Rubin

A dying culture destroys everything it touches.
Language is one of the first things to go.
Nobody really communicates with words anymore.
Words have lost their emotional impact, intimacy, ability to shock and make love.

Language prevents communication.


CARS LOVE SHELL
How can I say
"I love you"
after hearing:
"CARS LOVE SHELL."


Does anyone understand what I mean?
Nigger control is called "law and order." Stealing is called "capitalism."

A "REVOLUTION" IN TOILET PAPER.
A "REVOLUTION" IN COMBATING MOUTH ODOR!
A "REVOLUTIONARY" HOLLYWOOD MOVIE!
Have the capitalists no respect?

But there's one word which Amerika hasn't destroyed.
One word which has maintained its emotional power and purity.
Amerika cannot destroy it because she dare not use it.

It's illegal!

It's the last word left in the English language:

FUCK!!!

One bright winter day in Berkeley, John Thomson crayoned on a piece of cardboard "FUCK WAR," sat down with it and was arrested within two minutes. Two more people sat down with signs saying "FUCK WAR." They were arrested.

The Filthy Speech Movement had been born.

Everyone at school plays with himself verbally. The Free Speech Movement ended our virginity--we challenged outside society and the cops came on campus to get us. But once they left, everybody went back to playing with himself.

Once you've had sex, jacking off is a drag. Campus sexual frustration led John to start the Filthy Speech Movement.

"Nobody would have gotten excited if I held a sign which said 'Kill Vietnamese.'" John said. So he said "FUCK WAR" and four mighty letters brought the Great University to a Grinding Halt.

Old people everywhere freaked out. "Fuck man, is this what Free Speech is coming to?" Fucking Clark Kerr the fucking president of the fucking university fucking resigned. He said the fucking future of the whole motherfucking university was at stake. Fuck him, he's a fucking asshole. He said that if FUCK wasn't fucking banished from the minds and mouths of the fucking students, then things were gonna get pretty fucked up.
But most political radicals got uptight and wouldn't defend FUCK. Activists in the Free Speech Movement ostracized the FUCK-heads---they said FUCK wasn't "serious"! They got a sudden pure speech fetish.

Things did get fucked-up. In a unity move, Clark Kerr came back and fucked the fuck students. They were expelled from the university and given jail terms. Few politicos gave a fuck.

The Free Speech Movement was raped in the same bed with the Filthy Speech Movement. The movement was badly divided. It was an early sign of the split between political radicals and the hippie/yippies.

How can you separate politics from sex? It's all the same thing: Body Politic.


POLITICO-SEXUAL REALITY: The naked human body is immoral under Christianity and illegal under Amerikan law. Nudity is called "indecent exposure." Fuck is a dirty word because you have to be naked to do it. Also it's fun.
When we start playing with our "private parts," our parents say, "Don't do that." The mother commits a crime against her child when she says "Don't do that."

We're taught that our shit stinks. We're taught to be ashamed of how we came into the world--fucking. We're taught that if we dig balling, we should feel guilty.

We're taught: body pleasure is immoral!
We're really taught to hate ourselves!

Puritanism leads us to Vietnam. Sexual insecurity results in a supermasculinity trip called imperialism. Amerikan foreign policy especially in Vietnam, makes no sense except sexually. Amerika has a frustrated penis, trying to drive itself into Vietnam's tiny slit to prove it is The Man.

The revolution declares war on Original Sin, the dictatorship of parents over their kids, Christian morality, capitalism and supermasculinity trips.

The yippie political strategy is to ally with Billy Graham. Keep the word "fuck" dirty! At the same time we yippies fight for the right to say fuck whenever we want to. It's a contradiction--but in contradictions like this lie the genius of making a revolution.

Our tactic is to send niggers and longhair scum invading white middle-class homes, fucking on the living room floor, crashing on the chandeliers, spewing sperm on the Jesus pictures, breaking the furniture and smashing Sunday school napalm-blood Amerika forever.

We will do whatever is forbidden.
We will outrage Amerika until the bourgeoisie dies of apoplexy.
We will turn Amerika's colleges into nudist camps.
We will find new ways of living together and raising our kids.

GOD IS A
YIPPIE!

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Thought
bukakke

-=emotional receipt from my trip=-

I saw my mother after our fall out.
I suppose we end up forgiving the person with love the most but never forgetting how much hate she put me through.
I saw a side to her that the alcohol didnt touch.
I felt like my mother was here again, in my world.
It was a breaking feeling, I was falling yearz behind my age to immaturity,
filling up the points that she had abandoned.
And I forgave her for the moments that were black and smothered by her doing.

She smiled, she looked like me.
I noticed how brittle her hair was, the lines had gotten deeper in her face...

The realization of a parent getting old hurts. The security of them alwayz being there for you, to baby you, crackz. Of course her problem made her age faster and that makez me so pissed off, because she did this to herself.

I admire my friend Cyn so much now, she lived through losing her mother.
I dont think I have that much strength, thinking about it now makes my eyez burn and get puffy.

Like already when I think of something I want my mother to hear I write it down and think about how I'd say it to her and what not. Just b.c it's hard to get her ass on a phone anyhow, plus, they're very trivial things. Like when Im out driving and I think of something, sometimes in my head Ill be talking to her.

I cant say how many timez I've held a situation between me and her in my mind. Later on when we're actually talking I'll bring it up and sometimez it'll consort into exactly what I had imagined.

I never want to just be limited to the conversations in my head. It would drive me insane. It doesnt help that me and her are as open as much as possible as we can be with each other. It's like there's no more we can go.... we've reached a content communication with each other.... a calm before the storm.
Like God saw the end coming and said we could finally have a chance to understand each other before hell breaks loose.

I guess I'm bizarre like that. I wonder why it's so wonderful and remember about when it was once so bad...and how we've gone through the entire cycle and there's nothing left.

Im just so scared that Ill never be able to bring myself to the strength like Cyn. That when my mother goes, the one person in the world that is everything to me, than my mind is gonna go too. It will be too much for me to process. I see myself snap and have no reason in life.
Yeah I put that much into my mother.

I probably have a complex of some sort for loving someone too much where I worry about how I will go on when they die.

Maybe wondering it about it now and preparing myself for the worst pain in the world sets me ahead a lil bit. I just keep thinking, "not enough"

Not enough time
Not enough talks
Not enough smiles
Not enough sorrys
Not enough FUCK YOU's
Not enough "CLEAN YOUR ROOM"s
Not enough climbing into her bed when the nyte gets too possessing
Not enough 6 am mindless mornings
Not enough visits
Not enough sobriety
Not enough hugs
Not enough Thank you's
Not enough money
Not enough "mommydaughter dayz"


I'll be okay until that day...

I dunno wut will happen to me after it though. I will lose all capabilities... and this world expectz you to move on, to turn with the planet to a new day and start over so fast. After anything really....
Not enough time.
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