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Below are the 14 most recent journal entries recorded in Smiling demented, smiling bored's LiveJournal:

Wednesday, July 26th, 2006
12:52 am
smile purple plastic
children are giving peepers
a turn for the wombats
justice hums alone as long as
the







horn calls off showdown alleyway
the hogan way pursing lips only gangrene
tells statistical foot bruising wax filthy
to stench in silly wind





here isn't here isn't frail
to matches clam
Monday, July 10th, 2006
9:56 pm
and now everybody and their dog conjured the bleak pencil, and ran off to the granular Bismarck, a tidy old ship if there ever was one, karma dissolves quickly when driving rains pelt the smelt. Jeffrey wasn't sure where he'd find his mother, the gassy bicycle-wheels interring smelt swimming out of dog's chest protrusions. Discard the magickal whistle, dreary as a pen. A palace moans because the electricity cannot roll the curtains.
Friday, June 2nd, 2006
10:49 pm
Inil Zhaznha is great-grandfather, 107 years old, he has literally passed away...in a black haze of noxious fumes and an inhuman screeching. I dare not mention what he wrote...
Friday, February 24th, 2006
11:12 pm
a fake dialogue, dumb nonetheless
-Here's something grand!
-what is it?
-just imagine...cumming without jizz!
-huh? are you some kinda freakoid?
-a freakoid from the deep? haha, no way. i'm serious. ejaculation with-
-with nothing to ejaculate, how dumb is that?
-well not very dumb if you consider how condoms sometimes are uncomfortable.
-they're not THAT bad. and besides, tell your girl to use the pill or better yet fuck guys.
-but i'm straight.
-of course you are, we're all straight.
-but some of us aren't.
-oh yeah? who? is there a gay man among us.
-yes.
-among US? just us two? i'm not gay, and neither are you. i'm not bi either. no men on my menu please.
-ok, got it.
-still like coming with no come?
-there's no point.
-thought so.

Current Mood: post-ejaculation stress disord
Tuesday, February 21st, 2006
10:43 pm
Wednesday, February 8th, 2006
7:15 pm
sans titre
this is a poem that rhymes and can actually be followed.

my soiled friends,
they just sit there in bed
waiting for the right time to seek me out
when I'm doing my own business without.
pestering, aggravating, disturbing me;
always the same dirty taunts; obscene,
vulgar, and disgusting voices. I wish to be rid
of these base images that comprise my id.
Friday, January 20th, 2006
11:14 pm
Translated from the---wait, what language is this?
We of the 9th Tentacle have seen naught
but the infernal and the infinitesmal grandiloquence of the infernal.
Those fleeting but all-consuming caresses of disgust,
all that quivers with an auspiciousness,
with an ancient knowledge of all that mortality
can never perceive in all the five senses of deception.

We of the 9th Tentacle have seen naught
but that which shall never be recorded.

Current Mood: gonna watch sssssss
Saturday, December 24th, 2005
6:38 pm
inspired by spam mail:


the removed head afraid,
Berlioz was Persian in furious heart;
the stroke
once is Delighted by doing
the traveller.
the removed head, afraid
with character, It,
Bezdomny-oil known once
was afraid in the frowned
character.
is Anna a foreign grave?

Current Mood: dazed
Friday, December 16th, 2005
10:06 pm
now i was onto something in that last entry! a skeletal arm, from the elbow down that fetches drinks! how spectacular!
Friday, December 2nd, 2005
9:17 pm
pop love
this is something i said on oct. 15 of last year somewhere:
Christmas is the sound birds covered with paint make when they hit the earth.

last tango in paris. quite a film. i had plans to do a full critique of this film and an experiment in film criticism. all i'm going to say is that i enjoyed brando's acting. it was a bit confusing in the beginning though since i wasn't sure if his meeting with his mother-in-law (that's who she is, right? or his sister? or sister-in-law?) was a memory or if that's what really happened in real-time. it's worth a re-watch. i'm going to send in a story to a magazine called Sanguine Post. i doubt it will be accepted. but i could always send in some poems to this what sounds to be an extremely cheap magazine apparently hailing from haight. i only know this from good ole craigslist.
i encourage slang words to be misused. there's a model of a skeletal hand in here, maybe i can coax it to fetch me a drink or two or three or twenty. um, bye for now.

Current Mood: take care of my watch
Wednesday, November 30th, 2005
7:28 pm
I have the urge to stay up all night. What will I do in that time and how will I do it? Why is sleep such a strange activity. I ask questions that don't deserve to be asked? Not? it's as cold as the blank sheet outside of listening clearly.

-what is this shape, father?
-it is that of a beached whale striped with tree's shadows opening up the last clock holders, unleasing a fragrant mine.
-oh. ok!
Sunday, November 27th, 2005
4:47 pm
a message
this is something i probably will not send in this form. it is in response to a message i got from a teacher sending this to all his students. the message deals with a proposition to have all of the school read one book. Read more...Collapse )

actually, i didn't send this at all. instead, i wrote this:
  This seems like a better idea for a class rather than the whole school.  But even then, it would seem like a pretty drab class. 
  It's rubbish.


Current Mood: something in my teeth
Friday, November 25th, 2005
10:24 pm
why must people always insist that they're drunk or that they're "fucked up" when we can obviously tell without even a peep from them? and so i say "i'm lazy and should be doing something else, i didn't take a shower today but i went for a walk. i'm glad it was somewhat cold although i couldn't light up the firelog, only the paper burnt but not the log itself. watched 'at midnight i'll take your soul', very fine film. hahahaha! my fingers are cold, there's jazz from the radio in my room. i need some water, i should make a music video. so long for now, enjoy your night."

Current Mood: who knows really
1:50 pm
supposingly black friday
that's what today is called, and i never knew that. mad rush to buy as much as one can buy buy buy. thankfully i'm not going anywhere today. just stay inside and work on my speech. probably attempt reading some stuff for english. drab as hell, but i'm sure hell isn't drab, now is it? i actually had a nightmare where i was in the middle of a girl's orgy. imagine that. in other circumstances it might have been a wonderful dream, however they were all laughing at me. i don't know why, or maybe i just can't remember. it was horrible.

Current Mood: this is the 1st entry
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