social distortion

(since monday). the shirt read. he mumbled something in a low pulsing tone while involuntarily lifting his arm in any direction. i act as if i dont see as i look straight seeming interested in the no parking sign acroos the street although my pupil gave no attention i still saw him dig in the trash and discouraged he found nothing modestly walked back to his stoop where he hibrenated. the back of shirt had three prostitutes in different frames. one reading below it white trash and the others also had the word white in it. the twelve came.

construction:
i hate it.
they pretend that they don't care about what you are doing, so if you embarress yourself with your everyday antics they will do nothing but smirk inside. my sister was home. they do the windows, a gate, and front doors. my dog goes wild and i have to stay in a room with the little thing. i also started displaying my jones collection.
over the time i consumed alot of comedy central, mostly Saturday Night Live because that's the majority of what they show, so i did some analyzing
top five saturday night live impersonist:
1. Dana Carvey - brilliant but poor and horrible career
2. Darrell Hammond - not a comedian impersonist, he did jesse jackson
3. Mike Myers - one of the only beginning mid season casters that made it.
4. Ana Gaysteyer - She's good at mid 40's white women
5. Horatio Sanz - completely underrated, great robin williams.
they should show more beat the geeks.

contest searchlight
Yes it is a reality show
Denis Leary goes to rehab, a boy's dreams are shattered, colin quin gets in a fist fight with a producer, peter gallagher gets run over dressed as a cowboy playing jesus, and another actor becomes a victim of victims.
It's pretty entertaining, besides the fact the denis leary is quite possibly the worst mainstream comedian ever.

picture day
i had my hair redone for picture day and saw some friends, talked about geeks and queens, and got our schedule, im happy for i got everything i want. it just cost a couple of fingers.
i saw david and we chatted non stop, and yermie was there also.
"Everyone loves their queens" - Barrett

san diego
father rocked to point.
the car trip up was nice cause i listened to some great albums, i.e. point and marquee moon, and it gave me time to relax and read crap.
Karrill's, my sister, school was deserted and boring, i just played with windows xp and realized it is exactly tht same as windows everything just with more colors. macintosh forever.
we went to target to get cheap school supplies. i came out with a migraine a tolberone, and truffles; and my sister with a hatrack, a usb cord, and a 215 dollars less in her purse.
we bid them farwell an hour after they left and went to a my mom's friends house where like us blaxk people had fried chicken and watermelon, honest to god, debated over videogames, killed small emus, and left.
the drive back was a love supreme

david's house
i walk and take the bus their with some stuff.
i show him moulin rouge and it was fun watching his hatred grow as soon as the night club was introduced, sure enough he did not like it all do to baz lurhmann's cartoon antics, which destroyed him romeo and juliet, when will he grow up.
we played videogames mailed a little and listened to music as barrett was getting 'emotional' then we finally left and had a piece of cheese. that was the last time i saw my bondi blue ticket and darker blue earplugs.

cornelius
i made everyone panic and worry when they heard of the news, but i ket my cool because i knew i was gonna get in there. sure enough a guy came with an extra ticket which david helped pay for and i got earplugs later at walgreens. we saw elijah wood and the girl from honey i shrunk the kids the tv show. one was a hobbit the other was on kcal 9. he cut in line. we also made conversation with a girl next to us.
the opening act was like every other british rock group, but i did like their opening and another song similiar to their opening with lyrics. their name was south.
im stupid because i have bad posture.
a white screen appears with air brush pulsing blue dot with the tour footer on the bottom. then it becomes an outline of cornelius himself shooting expandable words out of his hand of the information already stated. hello in 7 different languanges flash upon the top of screen all in the same spot and point of view starts with perfect syncronization of freeway cars and tunnels and fast foward, right before the breaking point in the song the curtain falls and cornelius is dressed in buisness causual with a guitar and a robotic voice manipulated by the microphone. it was bitchin'.
the only song that hurt me was crash, for every time the chorus came the lights would blink, it was still bitchin'.
he performed almost all of my favorite songs including tone twilight zone, brazil, i hate hate, and chapter 8 - seashore and horizon. go dit was brilliant.

home.
paper. enthusiast. clowns. stamps.

i don't think i will ever look at music again in the same way. for at least a week give or take.
posted by Justin at 11:16 AM

wicky wicky

(since saturday) If anyone finds this site mildy entertaining you should have probably seen this site first. It is where i goty inspiration for this rip off. my premiere post mentioned it at the end but i never gave further reference. see for yourself, it is a great weblog that is fun, entertaining, and the whole family will enjoy. like master of disguise but not regurtatingly bad or have anything to do with impersinations.

monkey paw digest:
words. interest. amusement.
the person whom i got 'inspiration' for this site also works at possibly the best magazine publication ever. it is called Giant Robot. my friend David had been a long time subscriber and my first thoughts of the magazine weren't much, but then i read the articles and decide there was a higher being in this universe. I still read that article because unlike popular news magazines which you read for a couple days then toss in a bottomless stack these have value and 'replay'. So likewise i decide to start my own magazine, ain't i stinker.
First i recruit some of my best friends that also have writing talent, then i start laying out the magazine and editorial. that's it. I have nothing to write about, i can't think of anything to write about. all i do is sit around and work on layouts. But alot of my assitants are working on stories such as alex on bad ramen and soda, jim on grand theft auto 3, jeremy on opinion columns, and possibly david on japan. i hope i can get some interviews in, probably with the ferret team, alex's skateboard company.
I'll just wait for a story to come to me, and my sister had a 2oo pound baby that eats small iguanas and is featured in the survival death reality series coming to NBC.

david
finally came back.
obviously i read the email wrong because he said no need to respond until the fourth and and then see you on the fourth so i got a little supsicious. I also had the oddest dreams such as him over his sister's real world esque house, and the other i forget, remember they were both dreams.
We talked for a long time and discussed film, music, television, and food, and i was invited with alex to his mom's friends house for dinner and i agree.
there are no trashcans in japan.

alex's mom's friend
i am a water enthusiast
ride up there was incredibly entertaining. alex's mother has a teaching job in the ghetto and was naming off the new student roster.
top five ghetto black names
1. obessession - from calvin klein to black woman
2. lyslie - a thug male skater
3. latrine - toilet
4. jasmyne - uniqueness is key
5. detante - pronounced day-taunt-tey
the music in the car was funky fresh but were enable to hear it after a loud loud motorcycle came by.
It was nice. She had a stylistic house and the food was good along side with the conversations. she also lived near a forest reserve so me and alex did some hiking while making fun of chadwicks. we saw a film. and left restful and happy

scratch
do you know what digging is
it has already made my top five documentaries from the first time i saw it. now i search for it and it is very scarce.
the documentary is history and somewhat entertaining look at the art of the turntable. going through it's roots to how far and how many artist participate. it is nicely paced with good commentary and better footage. after watching the first five minutes you will want a turntable instead of a car for graduation. i know i did. see it, the director and editor is doug pray. even if your not keen to disk jockeys still watch it you will probably enjoy it.

church
not my cup of tea.
i dont know if i can stand christianity any longer. it is the most annoying religion ever. to many contridictions, selfishness, and subtle hatred. but i gotta keep faith for i am a 'safty christian' also known as lazy and/or selfish. basically i believe because it is no harm done, it's not as if ihad to sacrifice a goat all i had to do was get a couple of drops of water dripped on my head.
jesus' blood tasted old and his body was stale.

the rest
citizinship. tamale. subconsious. animation. nappy.

remember, the highest form of flattery is plagerism.
posted by Justin at 8:41 AM