October 13, 2004

• just another fucked-up, late-night/early-morning brain-fart, 6:59am

  i don't know how this keeps happening.  i didn't even play
  counterstrike...yet.  damn.  i was supposed to sleep in
  preparation for the day to come.  instead, i just spent the last
  hour or so, boneheadedly crafting this:

  "What can i say
  about jen
  that she hasn't already
  morse coded herself?" 

  she eats inappropriate things,
  smells her fingers
  at inappropriate times,
  and inappropriately misappropriates proprietary properties,
  properly and approximately
  causing cases of proximate cause casually,
  because of perfectly pert portions of partly
  pornographic productions
  (read: casualties)
  that come
  with holographic instructions,
  naturally,
  and without half a dozen formalities
  like some of the more fucked up hollywood personalities
  (read: comic-tragedies).

  constructions of creatively
  proportioned partitions of potent potions
  and constructively destructive,
  noisome poisons make enjoining reasons
  in the rancid season: 
  portent of rampant malfeasence.

  green tea/zen
  =jen,
  internet resident and denizen,
  resultant of a unique cultural blending, 
  lending oblique resonance
  to a performance for both women and men,
  inclusive of "all them."

  poems then send gems
  beginning endlessly again,
  blessed when the best bastions
  of bastard battalions
  burst the borders of the boardmembers
  and white "masters."

  the roster boasts "longer-lasters,"
  aka, korean american, or "k.a."
  politically-active fasters,
  stronger,
  horizons vaster,
  working hard to avoid
  and/or avert further disasters.

  ~geekYfaLsetto

  • 10:24 am
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