I took this photo more than a week ago, but I hadn't posted it because for once I was at a loss. A complete loss. I mean, when you have a photo like the one pictured above, what can you really say? A short explanation will have to suffice.
One of my alleged friends lives in San Francisco, where as you may be aware, there is no dearth of homeless people trolling the streets looking for food, money, or the opportunity to sodomize the sodomizers. There's a fellow who panhandles in his neighborhood, and his signs always mention sodomy and priss--kind of like how my site updates always refer to my cervix and my mother. I've only seen about a half-dozen of his signs so far, but this one is definitely his magnum opus. You'd give him a donation, wouldn't you?
Perhaps I should stop working this whole wishlist angle and start soliciting funds to sodomize the sodomizers. I don't know, it could work. Right?
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such fititng comments for a post concerning sodomy...
anna | July 2, 2003 11:01 PMhow strange.
lina shows cleavage. film at 11.
how many missed it?
ernster | July 2, 2003 1:50 AMPRISS IS 4 QUERS, LETS C SOME ASS U LOOK LIKE UC OULD MAKE NEBRAKSA SHAKE WIT/U BUT
HARDEE'S SAMMICHES | June 30, 2003 3:33 AMyou seem very interesting. :)
amanda | June 26, 2003 8:36 PMPIMPIN HARD ON COCA-COLA
jeff | June 26, 2003 11:14 AMI CANT FIND MY MIC
TO CALL YOU A LESSER MAN THAN YODA
WHILE PLAYING COUNTER-STRIKE
I quote, "you feel the shockwave of shakespearean decrees
to what degree have i cranked this disease?
our poetic contamination
observes severe indignation
deficient iambic: nigga plz"
Do you come off as this gay irl? No. Seriously. I hereby amend the Jeffster's occupation from Amateur Poet to Nerdy Amateur Poet.
This is where you expect a whitty retort, or parez your counter? Well.. whats that? ***neenawwNEEENAWWWnnneenawww*** NERD GAME ALERT!
So just fuck off.
k | June 26, 2003 11:00 AMyou feel the shockwave of shakespearean decrees
jeff | June 26, 2003 10:34 AMto what degree have i cranked this disease?
our poetic contamination
observes severe indignation
deficient iambic: nigga plz
owned
charles | June 26, 2003 9:13 AM"dont challenge me to my own game"
amateur poetry is your game? are we meant to laugh now? arrest and 'zest'. HOw about using sky, fly, why, try, bye... dick.
k | June 26, 2003 6:35 AMcharles, your cant even compete. dont challenge me to my own game, bitch.
twenty four long years, i've been waiting for this.
it appears that with you, it's all hit and miss.
a diary of my prose, i have been keeping.
aint no fence around that can stop my peeping.
you can shoot and detain me
phone the police to arrest
accept my words now
i'll be coming with zest
as i sit in my cell
pondering my fate
my words grow shorter
boiling down to hate
hear me, lina
it ends soon
deafening love
chinese monsoon
booty
jeff | June 25, 2003 10:28 AMtheres something intensely wrong with you, jeff. if all you understand are prose, here's a haiku for your stalking ass:
jeff, linas coming
charles | June 25, 2003 9:03 AMshe'll deliver what is due
severed testicles
Yikes...sudden urge to walk for a while...might not sit down for days... Thanks alot !!!!
Elden | June 25, 2003 6:37 AMim exhaustively aware,
of what you do.
your response is pacific,
to much ado.
my lexicon is lacking,
jeff | June 24, 2003 10:55 PMi must profess.
i pray its not diction,
that will make you undress.
Frankly, you scare me! I shall have to go back and chat to my counciler.
pete | June 24, 2003 3:31 PMhttp://www.shagrat.net/Html/cows.htm
Michael | June 24, 2003 9:19 AMIf you stopped working the Wishlist angle how would I be able to express my unrequited love for you, Lina?
Michael | June 24, 2003 5:02 AMjesus christ, freak. i wouldnt open my sugar pot for you either.
charles | June 23, 2003 11:49 PMobviously since i cant really break it down into a multi stage system, you're going to find yourself in the cupboard with a lion. see, two allusions right there. but no indians or wardrobes because i dont put up with that shit. typically, i cant stand to unravel my cloth roll and expose my mechanisms of detriment. to determine what i prefer, you could reason the easiest way to quarter me. its not always going to be a japanese guy on the lawn unfolding a hang glider. not everyone has your fucking life, lina. just like yogi, it all goes home. some day youre going to realize that when i need a place knit, youd better open your little sugar jar. because we're all just ants following a scented line from the first ant. wheres number one headed? he's crawling around the world trying to find sanctuary from the oppression of a sociological leech sitting on the god damn spanish throne always looking for the next kill. sometimes you can look into the universe and see it all. you know what youre seeing? your own pissed out version of what you think it should be. every shit down facet of your little princess world can go fuck itself. youre just walking around every day trying to find another stove to throw your ego pot on, bitch. WELL WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TRYING TO TELL ME THAT I CANT HAVE WHAT I WANT JUST BECAUSE I DONT THINK YOU EVEN KNOW SHIT, ALRIGHT. I FUCKING SLAVE JUST AS HARD AS YOU, BUT FOR WHAT? TO SIT AROUND LOOKING AT ALL THESE PIECES OF SHIT FLOAT BY ME IN THIS GANGBANG OF MALAISE. FUCK THIS, FUCK YOU
jeff | June 23, 2003 11:44 PM