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Friday, September 17th, 2004
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12:33 am - She's a wild child.
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$# and three people later and I'm pimping like crazy. Zatran came down the other night reflecting the green and gold goo lump and told me I should never be afraid of anything. It makes me think of pure white go-go boots and a new soundtrack and the way the future always goes on forever and ever.
It's O.K. if you don't care about that. I shouldn't and don't and Fuzz Deliverance. Ence Ance Dance, prance, shasta; fanta.
Garfield in the first frame: "Who wants a hug?"
Anybody, anybody?
He looks down and out for a second there in the penultimate frame. Then he hugs himself, big smile, happy with himself. Since he's a cartoon character he's free of fleas. He don't get run over by cars. He doesn't get picked up by Animal Control, but if he does he's always returned back to Jon Arbuckle. Arbuckle like karbunkel.
But then when you look at Garfield, Garfield depressed and sad and in the sea of other books and papers, in a sea of everything in the entire world, in the same way that the Sunday comics get thrown out in all the trash cans of Jersey, in the same way it might sink into the ocean, in the same way that the ink flows free into the ocean and enters fishes veins, in the same way those fish will have children, in the same way that they get eaten by sharks, in the same way those sharks teeth get put into little bottles for sale at the Shore, in the same way pears get into bottles, in the same way THOSE TWO GARFIELDS ARE NOT THE SAME CAT. They were drawn at separate times. Even if Garfield looks the same in every frame, he is not. He is the six Garfielded god of enlightenment.
I search the world over, and I will never find it.
current mood:  awake
current music: Kelis - Milkshake
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| Monday, June 21st, 2004
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12:39 am
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I met a man named Dan in a pan but it turned out to be a sham. He kept pushing me around in a pram and I couldn't take the scam, so I ran like I was on the lam. He caught up with me but he couldn't see, and I looked up at the galaxy. The Zutney saved me.
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| Monday, May 17th, 2004
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9:00 pm
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hghhgghyhyhggftgghghhhghdumbalahgbhgtythg98hfddbamnbebambihgfrtguulkpojaqwefvvbbbbbbmnjuhhgftbvcc[]hhhhgfffflkumnbumbayakshamashhuyy---hhhhhyestbjjjpo0m.
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| Monday, May 10th, 2004
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12:17 am
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| Wednesday, March 24th, 2004
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12:49 am
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WHEN I GOT BEAMED DOWN THE OTHER NIGHT i notice how everything became very, very puke green and the green wouldn't let up for days until it went red like Christmas like Rudolph and Snowmen and jello and things and then the jello went over my EYES like ovaries and bowties and spaghetti which I ate on the ship because they want to make me feel at home when we go through the X-cave and they showed me the true face of america which is terrifying but sideways like a glass elevator and jingles and bells and dish soap but they love me and I love them and then they showed me JOHN STAMOS who runs everything and he is kindly and soft like a big white beard and he lives in a circle with joystick controls and I just sneezed and my feet are itchy but itchy like gargatuan and what does that help you any?
current music: THE CLASH - I FOUGHT THE LAW
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| Sunday, February 8th, 2004
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11:12 pm
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Lighting is the strangest thing in the world--where would we be without artificial light?
Think of all the stores, schools, and houses that would only operate from sunup til sundown.
The Zutney always have light, but it is not artificial, and it doesn't hurt your eyes.
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| Thursday, January 1st, 2004
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1:19 am
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| Tuesday, December 16th, 2003
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1:11 pm
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THE PERSON U OUR SEEING ON THE TELEVISION IS NOT HUSSEIN. HE HAD A SCAR ON HIS FOREHEAD AND IT IS GONE HE IS AN IMPOSTER IMPOSTER
imposTer why do you always fucking BELIEVE WHAT PEOPLE TELL YOU
tjer e is a puppet goverment they are controlling your every move they control it through radio waves they are WATCHING YOU
god destroyed the old world and there is a new alternate erealy but you can't believe me because you are a slave/
don't be a slave get out while you still can!!!
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| Saturday, November 15th, 2003
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3:43 pm - Oh no.
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It's happened again!
The Zutney told me that they love me very much,and I am happy. They don't understand us at all but they are trying to and there are many sympathetic doctors.
Isn't it amazing how no one will stand up to be taken away even if it means you'll have the experience of your life? That their weakest emotions are 1,000 more powerful than ourz because they experience things backward and inside out?
current mood:  pleased
current music: Two Tons - It's Raining Men
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| Thursday, November 6th, 2003
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3:15 am
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He's smaller than me, we sat and talked for probably an hour, about all sorts of things. It was a really late night. I'm not leaving the damn house at all because it is so much easier to see others fail. What's wrong with that picture? I suppose this is better than the constant negative, but you can say whatever you want to say, we have been concealing ourselves for some time. I was pleased with the spicy undertones. I swear, this is aboslutely repulsive. It is just a HUGE gap... found some bloopers. i really love the fact but I'm going to hope.
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2:49 am - Anna Maurier. Anna Maurier. Anna Maurier. Anna Maurier. Anna Maurier. Anna Miriam Maurier. AMM. Ammm
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Lights and noise
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It is all in motion.
Now please understand.
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2:48 am
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People put their faith in lots of things. Buddha, Wicca-crap, Science, Tradition, Jesus, etc. Nobody seems to question it. a-a-z is the market day for solar panel youth. but whenever I bring up the subject of aliens with my fellow people, they always shoot it down like it's the silliest thing they've ever heard. ghd. there's a reason why they created us in our milky way. Since my encounter, I know that there is SO MUCH to this world and our outer world but so many people are blind in the way that a vacuum in your mouth is attached to your head. They can worship at the feet of consumerism but they want to believe they are alone which is jackilo a)( garino and why can't you see the floating sign that is around you? Why can't you see that being watched is not bad at all but simply THE WAY IT HAS BEEN because the reason why WE cant breathe in outer space is the same reason FISH can't breathe in outer space and they don't want to hurt us in our fishtanks. Whya re you blind and why can't you believe?
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2:39 am
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almost 3am.
The lights haven't stopped flashing.
They are so beautiful, like two great pink eyes in the skies.
Halloween was beautiful. Is is is. Was was was was was was was was shake it nice it make it lovely.
The world works in motion and I <3 it every minute every single minute of every single working day I can see I can feel I can feel the point at which I was born and I can feel my death. Only our world can work like this although we are not alone.
Beautiful.
I cannot believe that anyone else matters and people are part of the past and only these lights matter because they are blinding and bright but they don't hurt nothing hurts because I am yes and I can be gleaning and shjigisjjfjj
Wait until the stars stop
Then B R E A T H E a D E E P B R E A T H
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breathing.....?
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| Tuesday, October 28th, 2003
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3:18 pm
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Greasy and slippery
My hands are about to cave in
I can't stand this much longer
We were all Atlantians at one time.
Freedom is lost
We are all like goldfish
Bound and deformed
For religious reasons
Appetites for mystery
Why are we divided
Fast
Faster
Computers
You'll find out
Hundred billion trillion years
Asimo the Robot says hello
To all the future races
since I have seen you already
Because I am you
Hi
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| Sunday, October 26th, 2003
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9:24 pm - Random stuff.
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I accidently got punched in the jaw today. Ow ow ow! My lip is all puffy and swollen. The tooth went through part of the skin, too, and it got all bloody. While I really like blood and the taste of it, it sort of creeped me out seeing the cut. I don't know why!
I found a really good bedsheet for my costume... my mother was going through closets and she found this long, pretty, lacy curtain-like thing. It had a big blood stain on it, but I spent the day bleaching it out. I think I need a job or something. I might go into the hair-cutting (and coloring) business, because you get paid a shitload of money for something people can do themselves. Hmm. I think it's a good idea, no?
Ok... I can't wait until Hallowe'en!!
current mood:  discontent
current music: Celine Dion - My Heart Will Go On
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| Saturday, October 25th, 2003
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5:48 pm - ALIENS
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New Jersey sucks, I can't believe that its not even Hallowe'en and its snowde already. Whats winter going to be like, six feet of SNOW? Yikes!
What should I bee for this holiday? I was thinking about being "girl who has just had sex" and wrap myself in a sheet and smear makeup all over my face, but I fear too much that people will go "Are you a zombie?" because while I like zombies and all, everybody's been a zombie at least once for Hallowe'een--OR a witch, devil, leprauchain, alien.
I remember once, years ago, I wanted to be an alien for Hallowe'en... I think I was 13? One of those gray aliens with the big bug-eyes. I bought a mask and my mother told me, "You shouldn't dress up as an alien. People who believed that they've been abducted might see you and be upset." So I went as a witch instead, and nobody minded.
I know I wouldn't mind if I saw a kid as an alien... I mean, is that so wrong of me? Is that like dressing up as the BUDDY CHRIST from Dogma and going to a real real Fundamentalist type house? I don't think so. Aliens are very real. It's just that people don't want to think about them... they always think of them as INVADERS or something... ugh... sometimes people disgust me. I should go check out if anyone else believes in aliens who isn't a wacko. There are always these hicks on TV who say, "Yup darn nargget aliens ruined my corn crops this year." But you never see a yuppie believing in them, I mean really truly believing. Maybe because they've never experienced the Zutney properly... oh well. Time to go buy Hallowe'en candy!
current mood:  artistic
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| Sunday, September 14th, 2003
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11:03 pm
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I decided awhile ago to make one day a ME day, you know, like girls in movies and everything, but I never got around to doing it because I was too busy with relationships and my mother. She's on medication now and she's doing a lot better. I cant really understand her mental illness, even though I am (really really) trying to. The doctor says she'll be ok as long as she takes the meds... here is hoping... she is still screaming in the night and I am not sleeping well at all, lots of insomnia, but here's hoping. =DDD
Got home, my mom was smoking a cigarette, she asked me where I was, I said all happily "Shopping" and she said "You shouldn't spend so much money on useless shit, Anna." And I went crying into my room... stupid female hormones making me act like a 12yrold when I'm 20. Oh well.
current mood: i'm high as a kite and i just
current music: might stop to check you OUT
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| Friday, September 12th, 2003
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2:45 am
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Leaves are crunching underneath my feet as I walk along the sidewalk these days, and I keep thinking of how much I want to go to a 7-11. Everytime I am outside I want to go inside, and everytime I am inside I want to go outside. I still miss Carla-Anne, and I know she is reading this. However, I don't particularly care.
Some people would say that it was simply a summer romance. But I feel very used by her. I don't even know if she likes girls at all, now, or if she's just another stupid art student. More leaves crunch underneath my feet, and I debate whether or not I want to take the bus into New York. There would be more leaves, although they don't change colors. They just fall off because New York has a stench. I remember the Jersey turnpike from when I was little. But the turnpike is like the nexus of the Universe.
My mother hands me her hat of newspaper and says, "I do love you, Anna. I love you very much."
current music: FAIROUZ!!!
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| Wednesday, September 10th, 2003
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1:48 am - When all is said and done...
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Carla-Anne just called up COMPLETELY FUCKING DRUNK. She started saying shit about the Surrealist Manifesto and artsy bullshit and I screamed at her and threw the phone against the wall. Then of course my mom got angry, but she was wearing a hat made of newspaper.
When she called back. In the background. I heard. The most awful. Thing. Ever. A dude's voice. A man voice. A testosterone filled voice.
He said, "Carla, babe. Come back to bed."
Oh. my. God.
current mood:  angry
current music: Trio - Da Da Da
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| Saturday, September 6th, 2003
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1:46 pm - ~*MY STORY*~*~*~*~*
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"Where the hell did that come from? I don't remember eating anything like that," she said.
Jennifer Akiva learned that everyone had been eating a dead body. The owner of the restaurant had been killing young women and stuffing them into the freezer. Of course, she was married to the owner of the restaurant, and she was one of the women in the freezer. Only he didn't kill her right away. She was just sitting there in the freezer.
"Let me out!" she screamed.
"Give me a leg of Emilia," he said.
Jennifer looked carefully at the labeled bags and handed him the part. "Why did you stick me in here, Harry?"
"To ponder your own mortality."
"I'm cold. I'm going to freeze to death."
"I'll give you a ski jacket. I love you."
"Then why the hell am I in here?"
"You can get out whenever you want to," Harry said, "it's your own fear that is keeping you in the cold."
"YOU CHAINED ME TO A FUCKING FREEZER RACK."
One of the cooks yelled over, "Hey, Jenni honey, hand me some of that Mina breast, will you?" She tossed it over. "Thanks a bunch, sweetie."
"Look. I love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't buy you designer ski jackets. If I didn't love you, I'd slit your throat like the rest of 'em. Right? Tell me, am I right?"
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