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2.17.2009
2.16.2009
SOURCE Update 13
A man walks along a lonely beach. Suddenly he hears a booming voice, "DIG!"
He looks around: nobody's there. I am having hallucinations, he thinks. Then he hears the voice again, "I SAID, DIG!"
So he starts to dig in the sand with his bare hands, and after digging for some time he finds a small chest with a rusty lock.
The deep voice says, "OPEN!"
Okay, the man thinks, let's open the thing. He finds a rock with which to break the lock, and when the chest is finally open, he sees a lot of gold coins.
The booming voice says, "TO THE CASINO!"
Well the casino is only a few miles away, so the man takes the chest and walks to the casino.
The deep voice says, "ROULETTE!"
So he changes all the gold into a huge pile of roulette tokens and goes to one of the tables, where the players gaze at him in disbelief.
The deep voice says, "TWENTY-SEVEN!"
He takes the whole pile and drops it at the twenty-seven. Everybody is quiet when the croupier throws the ball.
The ball spins, spins. . . stops at the twenty-six.
The voice booms, "SHIT!"
Just made this! It is what I am doing most of the time.
Happy Valentines Day. . . from SATAN!
Chicks in cars. Being doing since 1950.
Turkey has no idea how fucked he is.
Not sure.
Not so nice one with breeding of the dog til it is permanently sad.
"Got me a rabs."
Not so nice one with the benches? What the fuck architect?
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like, "it's better than yours." Damn right it's better than yours. I can teach you, but I have to charge.
Ha! Fuck you racist guy!
Not what money is for.
Take two and don't call me tomorrow.
She has obviously read A History of Boners.
Are you reading a blog right now because of North-American zoning regulations? Maybe.
He looks around: nobody's there. I am having hallucinations, he thinks. Then he hears the voice again, "I SAID, DIG!"
So he starts to dig in the sand with his bare hands, and after digging for some time he finds a small chest with a rusty lock.
The deep voice says, "OPEN!"
Okay, the man thinks, let's open the thing. He finds a rock with which to break the lock, and when the chest is finally open, he sees a lot of gold coins.
The booming voice says, "TO THE CASINO!"
Well the casino is only a few miles away, so the man takes the chest and walks to the casino.
The deep voice says, "ROULETTE!"
So he changes all the gold into a huge pile of roulette tokens and goes to one of the tables, where the players gaze at him in disbelief.
The deep voice says, "TWENTY-SEVEN!"
He takes the whole pile and drops it at the twenty-seven. Everybody is quiet when the croupier throws the ball.
The ball spins, spins. . . stops at the twenty-six.
The voice booms, "SHIT!"
Just made this! It is what I am doing most of the time.
Happy Valentines Day. . . from SATAN!
Chicks in cars. Being doing since 1950.
Turkey has no idea how fucked he is.
Not sure.
Not so nice one with breeding of the dog til it is permanently sad.
"Got me a rabs."
Not so nice one with the benches? What the fuck architect?
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they're like, "it's better than yours." Damn right it's better than yours. I can teach you, but I have to charge.
Ha! Fuck you racist guy!
Not what money is for.
Take two and don't call me tomorrow.
She has obviously read A History of Boners.
Are you reading a blog right now because of North-American zoning regulations? Maybe.
2.08.2009
War on Drugs & Signed in Blood - mp3s
These are demos.
I think you can guess which is which.
Lyrics:
the vandals came from up above
broke the windows of all the shops
screwdrove the museum lock
ripped every portrait along the hall
we want to wage the war on drugs
we take them into our bodies and lie on the rug
and something happens or not
sometimes something happens or it does not
god is great and heaven is big
but i got fifty watts yeah i got fifty watts
i got fifty watts
doctor hum is coming round
boys in blue are coming down
lights are set on strobe
should i stay or should i go
don't know those girls don't drink that beer
no i dont party there no i dont party there
i dont party there no
god is great and heaven is big
but i got fifty watts yeah i got fifty watts
hit and run the house yeah i got fifty watts
i got fifty watts yeah i got fifty watts
i got fifty watts yeah i got fifty watts
And:
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants to scream at you between the legs
he wants to tongue the salt from your neck
he wants to bind your hands with rope
he wants a contract signed in blood
signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants the letters from your ex lovers
he wants to tattoo your face with signs
he wants to sleep inside your chest
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants to tie you to the bed
he wants to return to the womb
he wants to make you untouchable
he wants a contract signed in blood
signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
you forget dates and dreams
you forget the order of things
you forget what his name means
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants to eat your chocolate pie
he wants to crash the party on high
he wants to bruise your perfect thighs
he wants a contract signed in blood
signed in blood
I think you can guess which is which.
Lyrics:
the vandals came from up above
broke the windows of all the shops
screwdrove the museum lock
ripped every portrait along the hall
we want to wage the war on drugs
we take them into our bodies and lie on the rug
and something happens or not
sometimes something happens or it does not
god is great and heaven is big
but i got fifty watts yeah i got fifty watts
i got fifty watts
doctor hum is coming round
boys in blue are coming down
lights are set on strobe
should i stay or should i go
don't know those girls don't drink that beer
no i dont party there no i dont party there
i dont party there no
god is great and heaven is big
but i got fifty watts yeah i got fifty watts
hit and run the house yeah i got fifty watts
i got fifty watts yeah i got fifty watts
i got fifty watts yeah i got fifty watts
And:
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants to scream at you between the legs
he wants to tongue the salt from your neck
he wants to bind your hands with rope
he wants a contract signed in blood
signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants the letters from your ex lovers
he wants to tattoo your face with signs
he wants to sleep inside your chest
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants to tie you to the bed
he wants to return to the womb
he wants to make you untouchable
he wants a contract signed in blood
signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants a contract signed in blood
you forget dates and dreams
you forget the order of things
you forget what his name means
he wants a contract signed in blood
he wants to eat your chocolate pie
he wants to crash the party on high
he wants to bruise your perfect thighs
he wants a contract signed in blood
signed in blood
This blog used to be called Milk Star
"Where are my shoesies?" is probably the toughest question I have faced so far today. As well as "What were the consequences of the Cold War-embroiled U.S. waging a limited war in Korea?" Well, one was that we don't live in nuclear holocaust I guess. I'm still working this out. I also had to decide to post this picture:
This blog used to be called Milk Star and it was all black.
But I got sick of that name and since Jess started blogging better than me I felt the blog needed a re-vamping. So now we are "SPF 10,000" which is the kind of sun protection factor you would need to survive a nuclear holocaust. Not to mention fallout and radiation-zombies. I don't want to think about it, but I do all the time, and the point of this blog is to allow my anxiety about the Apocalypse and zombies to bubble up from my subconcious using Jess' interpretation of my "blogstyle" in a newly interpreted way. Also I'm going to post some music probably. It's possible I will get bored of this soon and change it back to Milk Star or some other weird thing.
Also had to just figure out exactly how much milk I wanted to drink. Five milk stars for Adam.
This blog used to be called Milk Star and it was all black.
But I got sick of that name and since Jess started blogging better than me I felt the blog needed a re-vamping. So now we are "SPF 10,000" which is the kind of sun protection factor you would need to survive a nuclear holocaust. Not to mention fallout and radiation-zombies. I don't want to think about it, but I do all the time, and the point of this blog is to allow my anxiety about the Apocalypse and zombies to bubble up from my subconcious using Jess' interpretation of my "blogstyle" in a newly interpreted way. Also I'm going to post some music probably. It's possible I will get bored of this soon and change it back to Milk Star or some other weird thing.
Also had to just figure out exactly how much milk I wanted to drink. Five milk stars for Adam.
1.09.2009
SOURCE Update 12
What's the worst thing about massacring ten thousand Chinese students?
An hour later, you feel like massacring ten thousand more.
Oof, that one's got punch.
Chinese coal worker.
Haha! Fuck you guy!
This looks like what my breakfast sometimes looks like.
Laser-etched truck. This guy also made a machine that makes poop. I am not kidding. It's weird because as soon as people see that the poop comes out of a machine they want to touch / buy it. What the fuck people?
Nice one with the masks!
Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Ah.
Kiddin! Actually a whistle.
On the set of Metropolis (1927) seems annoying.
Nice one with the inexplicable!
Wish my family was this hilarious.
Living in Japan seems hard on the eyeballs.
An hour later, you feel like massacring ten thousand more.
Oof, that one's got punch.
Chinese coal worker.
Haha! Fuck you guy!
This looks like what my breakfast sometimes looks like.
Laser-etched truck. This guy also made a machine that makes poop. I am not kidding. It's weird because as soon as people see that the poop comes out of a machine they want to touch / buy it. What the fuck people?
Nice one with the masks!
Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
Ah.
Kiddin! Actually a whistle.
On the set of Metropolis (1927) seems annoying.
Nice one with the inexplicable!
Wish my family was this hilarious.
Living in Japan seems hard on the eyeballs.
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