patrioplicity

the parking lot is somewhat empty. i try to blast out all of the American music with Word Up by Cameo. As the guards check me I can bearly hear voices of people not weilding an instrument or singing. Word Up goes into the guitarist solo coincidently as i walk closer and closer to the red, white, and blue illuminated stage with the appropriate gigantic American flag as wallpaper. Word Up fades. Now i'm in America.

saturday morning cartoons:
I hate school because I can't stand the cold air and isolation required to get out of my comfortable well tempatured bed in the morning. saturdays are worse because my inner child after all these years of torments finally gets its revenge one day a week and that is purposely waking me up early. then it proceeds to move my hand up in the motion of the television and turn on. and to my horror a yellow rat kills two people and a cat by blowing up their hot air balloon only for a boy to pet it and praise it's malicious behavior. Next an african american super hero who has electrical abilities saves his caucasion friend by pushing an old homeless from a five story building into a dumpster, which immediately closes. dont worry their politically and racially correct. about lizzie mcguire i successfully tied a noose without reference on what a noose was or looked like. No wonder i hate kids.

breakfast
It started off with a single piece of bacon on a red plastic plate. It then escaladed to two biscuits and a large cheese,onion,tomatoe, and bacon omelette; with ginger ale. After i had an extra biscuit because i wasn't satisfied. At this point i was watching house of mouse.

bath
During weekends I take bathes to soothe all the tension of the preceding week. I also love athing in my own sweat and dirt.
My dad started to run the bath water, I was sprawled over the white futon in a gluttoness manner. when it was done I waited for my dad to leave.
The water was passionately hot when I dipped my big toe in.(explotation deleted). When i got out it wasn't as steamy as it usually was. my dad wasn't home. what a perfect time to become a nudist. It freed me from societies shackles, i was no man's man, until my dad came back home and I fled back to the humid bathroom. Im sure that's not the first time you've visualized a black person do that.

return
home was boring. my sister's screaming. my dog's depressed. I wrought yesterday's post and downloaded music while listening to Rufus featuring Chaka Khan. The conspiracy my family revealed on the subliminal message/ reality show connection sounds interesting but it never happened.

black
the house is messy, my mom is rushing, and the watermelon is on the counter. My mom always throws a simple barbeque for the fireork presentation at SMC and it's all the same. they come over, we have awkward small converstions, we eat harmoniously, we kill clowns that look like pidgeons, go to the firework show, and bid farewell. And nothing changed, god those clowns are hard to stubborn.

Santa Monica Community College
The next big annoying fad has started. Chadwicks and Tiffany's are walking hand to hand with their sunglasses and tubes tops. Old hairy men are carrying their children,hopefully, on top of their sholders. It must be that pathetically patriotic event again.
Little red, white, and blue blinking lights everywhere. Ears, mouthes, chins, anal secretions, noses, and hair are the most frquent places to catch a glimpse at these trendo patriotic jewelry. hopefully they bring the glow ring to their final death. Rest in Peace bright neon colors. rest in peace.
It's nice to know every morning that the jocks, posers, and wiggers can attend an event in harmony. Everybody running somewhere to look important. wife beaters strut to the ben in jerry with a hand in theirs. mohawks get winded looking for someone else who likes Sum 41 and Creed. This is our future, beware.
Every firework that went offin the sky simutaneously hit my upil with a bright and potent white as if trying to kill me. A smoking American flag is lit and peopl cheer.

home
blogger.fruit punch.Honda.Comedy Central. MadTV. hopefully a good SNL.

blinking everywhere. light up. god bless america killing. it's over and resume to ours lives. highest dog suicide rate. I wish I brought my camera.
posted by Justin at 9:47 PM

affair of the macintosh

(yesterday). It called me in from my door step, beckoning me to marvel at its perfect physice and sensuious ways. It was dressed scantilly clad in white with little trinkets of silver. It screamed at me in an orgasm matter and not overcoming the
delightful temptation I turned it on. I downloaded some the best of funk onto my
iPod.

big blue bus:
retarded. They pretend they cannot see you running to the bus stop. "oh look a child runnig for some explecable cause that is most likely threatening or dangerous...he'll just have to catch the next bus" the bus driver said as thousand of knomes shred off the young boys pants preparing to rape him all chanting a Elton John melody.

school
gladiator. please kill everyone and the academy and start new. executive producer says "hey sounds like a Cambodia flick, war and blood; i'll call John Travolta and Ron Howard"

after school
my twin and i went to the same liqueor store and are now apart of the reoccuring guest stars. I brought a strawberry lime jones to taste and add to my collection and alex made me buy him a seven-up.
dirtiest.scroll whell. ever. We mosey to the Macintosh store because i wanted to and alex was being chased by Gene Wilder,not really. Since a black person entered the store one staff member hastily turned off all the computers so i went straight to the demonstration iPod. After touching the scroll wheel alex and I decided I have herpes; that makes seven STD's for me, alex is still catching up.

Raising Arizona
it's sad to know that Nicolas Cage's best role was a four time convicted hillbilly who marries a police photographer who can't concieve and eventually steal a baby from a furniture store owner who's wife has quintuplets. But it was a pretty good role, with very good direction from the Coen brothers and good music,for the film. alex went to his room before the end and i walked in after an ungodly act with his computer, which was an iMac.

out and about
Alex plays the trumpet. He had a lesson. his mom didn't want me to go,respected. but he forced me to go anyway. We walked someways before we reached the destination but it was worth. The man was nice enough to let me into his house(1), after all i'. black. He also gave us half price tickets for alex and I and our 'squeezes'* to Magic Mountain. I got a kick out of seeing him harshly criticize alex for his stupidity, but i kept a straight face. his mon came, picked up up, and went back to his house.
I helped alex with his chore of walking the two dogs who look exactly the same that hate each other. I took one and walked around the block. I determind it was a female because it squatted when it lay feces or spray urine. It got confronted with a cat and there was hissing and growling returned it did some loitering in the owners house(2) who had an old Macintosh and left silently.

loitering
The third house I entered (3) was where i did the most loitering and now my vengeful conscience is throwing guilt at me. Alex also has to feed another neighbors fish. I follow. first i meet a very old sad looking tdog that limps around and always has shit in his eyes. it was cute. I entered the house and it was to obvious to know he wasn't a fire fighter. being the curious bastard i am a go upstairs and notice his computer was on without a screen saver, it was a classic macintosh. I tell alex and then i move the mouse slightly and go back upstairs. I saw the daughters room from the room i was standing in. we got into a misunderstanding of montag. I was talking about the main protagonisy in farenheit 451 and he was talking about the cinema and art term montage. he thought I couldn't pronounce it. stupid argument.
his mom tells me how stupid it was for me to go upstairs for it is an invasion of privacy and he might have rigged video cameras. that devasted me and i realized how untrusting some people are.

dinner
I helped cook my first dinner and it was pretty good. It was seasoned and boiled cucumber. regular salad with basalmic
vinegar. and barbeque chicken that had a nice marinade.
I watched some of a few skateboard films and was dropped off at my house.

home
packing. 6th day. best of funk. limewire. jeep. paper towel roll. mail. EGM. iPod

dad's home
EGM. tacos. FOX. 20/20. sleep.

After the pleasure was done, it queitly fell asleep. I snubbed out my cigarette and went to the bathroom to freshen up. i took a last gaze at my mistress and began preparing omelettes.
posted by Justin at 4:01 PM

days of my life

a generic title of a day almost precisely as the the following yet more bland and unoriginal, like a made for tv unnanounced sequel on the abc family channel.

rude awakening:
I am wet from sweat caused by the precipitation of the plastic still covering my matress and the hybrid of a chihuaua and german sheperd ears erecting as it barks simultaneously. It's my sister. It's 3:16 am. She's home.
I make it to school on time. my teacher was late and I engaged in several awkward conversations with old friends who are now old aquaintances.

school
busy work was the theme of the day for that is all we practiced. Many hopes, by many i mean mine, were crushed when our secret movie treat was the horrific, ass hole starring, block buster, academy award winner Gladiator.

after school
alex is my brother. Or so it seems to our odd pattern of me following him to his house. I was the adopted Ethiopian slave boy who was beaten to brain damage and malnurished to ultimate starvation. i now eat somewhat regulary.
I purchased a berry lemonade jones to add to my rapidly rising collection.
I discovered I got an A on one of the worst essays I have ever wrote.
His mother dropped me off on the sidewalk a block away from my house an I walked.

Nurse Betty
interesting. best describes the film. I expected more humor in this brash satire but it was fun and boring to watch.
It renewed my faith in renee zellweger's talant in now she' in my top five
top five (main stream) actresses
-Sissy Spacek - Carrie still scares me
-Nicole Kidman - Moulin Rouge is my favorite film of last year
-Christina Ricci - Wednesday
-Renee Zellweger - She really isn't that bad
-Wynnona Ryder - Lydia; she has been in alot of crap (i.e. Lost Souls)

home
lonely hotdog. iMac. Nortan System Works. Wahoo. Site

Pretty boring day. But somehow the creators of Seinfeld can make millions of people watch it, amazing.

posted by Justin at 10:00 PM

mixed greece

the title of a rushed essay on Greek influences in western civilization in the metaphor of a Greek salad, and ultimately the theme for today..

early summer morning:
oxymoron. You must have an ungodly obession with pop lyrics, your thirty-seven and you live with your mother, or you attend summer school to practice this during the summer. It blows.
Food section was featured in the paper today. Its cover story was about cooks and their earthy perfect gardens.

School
I hate the thinking process involved into making a good essay. After my teacher told us it wasn't going to be graded, it triggered one of the most weirdest, stupid. and above all creative thoughts for an essay I have ever thought of: food. My essay became a metaphor only a director such as Baz Lurhman or the late Stanley Kubrick would think of randomly. I compared the ancient civilization of Greece to a greek salad. And even more terrifying, it was one of my best pieces of work. That says something of my writing talents.
Go, go, gadget slaughtering. After watching "Inspector Gadget Feild Trip: Rome" I had to rinse my eyes of the odd combination of pain tears and the urine that the straight-to-hell movie was spraying all over my defenseless eyes. You don't know loathing until you know gadgetmobile.

after school
I follow alex again but with some of his friends. I go to the coffee bean to order a ultimate to reluctantly get alex an unedible muffin and the wrong drink.

Jones
It's canadian. It's delicious. Every bottle has a different picture. It's in a strong glass bottle. Quite possibly the best soda on the Earth, alex renews his promise,for once, and he leads me to a well stocked liqueor store with the infamous jones grape soda. like alex I will start collecting the bottles for my own social reason. So far the collection is strong with the less than stellar crushed melon and the recent grape soda.

metal trees
I followed Alex more to a complete strangers Jewish home. his family was incredibly kind, considering i'm black, It was a huge clean, no doubt by maid, beautiful house. I saw some extraordinary skater on a video on this strangers compact presario. we bid them farewell and glanced at the rusted metal plants his father made for their garden and sidewalk island.

second home
I'm becoming more and more like a minority best friends that walks in uninvited with his catch phrase (wazzup and yoyoyo are preferred) with the rumor that launches a the side story in a nickelodeon sitcom. I had deep conversation about film with his savvy mother as he and she prepared a plain salad.
Ben Afflect as Dare Devil, apocalypse now? Solaris is the earlier and Russian Sphere

Albertsons
Keep it on the downlow. Alex and I were finally caught with our crazy antics and now we must find new ways to infultrate the boundaries
He sprayed Pam towards me and threatened to impale me with the plastic wrapped american flag. I ran with a leaking grape soda jones in my bottom pocket with it's sticky liquids running down my legs; for an
hour.

McDonalds
Alex is a cheap bastard. I made him throw up and stare at he leftover ice berg lettuce on the plastic counter.

home
I decided to walk home and I realized I had an expensive,shiny, Mp3 player in my right pocket.
homework. iMac. Simpsons. Minesweeper. Reuben. black and white. patience for sister's arrival.

If you didn't notice all the lettuce in my day, than maybe it was a stupid title.
posted by Justin at 8:18 PM

pulitzer

today was spontaneously triggered independent actions that all tied into a bizarre tapestry without logic, thought, or creativity much like a David Lynch film.

late:
8:07 is what the clock gleamed. Summer school starts at 8:00; 3 tardies=1 abscense ~ 3 abscenses=automatic expelletion.
Buses are lame too many come when not needed, and not enough come when your about to be raped up the anal secretion by several park gnomes.
The attendence office was the forth set for this ill-fated UPN sitcom, for as I hesitantly walk in so does a safari of eager freshman with a counselor explaining the school politics and the re-admit system, which I was ironically there for. I didn't need a readmit for being tardy to summer school I was told
I didn't need a readmit and I followed a student in the same classroom for fear of isolation because everyone was quitly working on something confusing.

Nutrition
I saw Alex and his plethora of friends during our fifteen minute break of nutrition. James was also there and I had a bag 1873 lays potato chips and grandma double chocalate cookies.

After School
I followed Alex to his house and was tricked into buying him a beenie for a jones soda. We didn't do much beside it the strong sandwich his mother prepared, and look at his newly designed room, which is still more keen than mine

Albertsons
It was our store, because we basically violated every cottage cheese totting american flag filled corner of it. first we just went around looking for my soda. Then we purchased a reasonable desposable camera and took artful photos(including me in the frozen food freezer twice, and a Ross shopping cart falling down a concrete hill). It was fun and we hope to develop the pictures one day....one day.

Home
Nothing interesting.dinner.the mole 2. the debut of this pathetic webpage. hopefully restful sleep.

I made this to imitate an aquaintances site, which is classified and brilliant. This was a stupid thought.
posted by Justin at 10:21 PM