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Can't sleep... clown'll eat me...
IN TOAST WE TRUST (convert today for a free sample!) Killswitch, Metallica, The Butterfly Effect, S.O.A.D, the Chili Peppers, Bob Marely, Wolfmother, Jimi Hendrix, AC lightning bolt DC, Guns n' Roses, Pantera. AGHH! COBRAS!!! my guitar.. *drools* waffle? where!!? MOOSE! Le prix de poisson?
7月5日

This is an entry.

Hmm. I seem to be losing track of time alot. I'll just sit there for ages,
biting my fingernails, and staring into space. I have "Bohemian Rapsody"
by Queen stuck in my head. Sometimes I wonder if there's something
wrong or out of place inside my brain. I don't feel comfortable. Do cool
people? I think I know all of the lyrics, but really, I don't. My knuckle is
all better now. I learnt a new song today. It made me happy. I had a
dream last night. Hope it wasn't trying to tell me something. Can't see outside.
Sorting through boxes... It's not obvious, is it? It would be cool to be a cartoon.
I don't want to know what he looks like. It's all in my head. How self centered.
How are YOU?
Please do tell. I would like that. Haven't heard from anyone in a while, it
seems. All I'm imagining is science...

Hmm.

5月19日

YOU'VE LOST SIGHT OF THE TRUTH!!!

What truth?
That the world is degrading and it laughs as you give in to its filth.
You give in to it's influence. And you give it strength.
You are sick to smile at the loss of your own better judgement!!
STOP THIS DECLINE.



from Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
-Johnen Vasquez

DON'T COMMENT!! >_>

4月22日

All Hail Toast, in all its many forms

"OK! Time to take the bread out of the plastic. There are generally two varieties of objects used to hold the plastic bag closed, they are the twist tie, and the square thingy with the hole in the middle that always seems to cut my fingers when I try and pull it off the bag because all I want is some FREAKING TOAST! Anyway, make all attempts to purchase bread wich is held closed by a twist tie. Now place the bread on a counter or table infront of you. Do not attempt to open the bread while it is on a counter or table behind you. You should notice that the twist tie is looped around the plastic bag, and has two arms used to both twist and untwist the tie. Take one of the arms in each hand, and unravel the twist tie. It is possible you will choose the wrong way, in fact it is inevitable that out of two possible ways to untwist the tie you will end up twisting the tie tighter at least three times before getting it right.

 When you finally get the tie untwisted, resist the urge you will have to shove the twist tie into your eye socket. I know your friend told you that's how its done. I know he said its the only way to get the toast out of the bag but he is a liar and you are stupid. He didn't write a book now did he? No."

Taken from A Morons Guide to Toast
www.toastformorons.com


I was bored...
3月20日

I'm So Postmodern- The Bedroom Philosopher

I'm so postmodern that I just don't talk anymore,
I wear different coloured t-shirts according to my mood.

I'm so postmodern that I work from home
As a surf life saving consumer hotline.

I'm so postmodern that all my clothes are made out of sleeping bags,
I don't need pockets, I'm a pocket myself.

I'm so postmodern I go to parties I'm not invited to,
and locate the vegemite and write my name on everyone.

I'm so postmodern that I write reviews for funerals,
and heckle at weddings, from inside a suitcase.

I'm so postmodern I'm going to adopt a child,
and teach him to knit, and call him Adolf Diggler.

I'm so postmodern that I breakdance in waiting rooms,
play Yahtzee in nightclubs, at three in the afternoon.

I'm so postmodern I only go on dates that last thirteen minutes,
via walky-talky, while hiding under the bed.

I'm so postmodern I invite strangers to my house,
And put on a slide show, of other people's nans.

I'm so postmodern I went home and typed up everything you said,
And printed it out in Wingdings, and gave it back to you.

I'm so postmodern I held an art exhibition-
A Chuppa Chup stuck to a swimming cap, and noone was invited.

I'm so postmodern I make alphabet soup,
And dye it purple, and pour it on the lawn.

I'm so postmodern I request Hey Mona on karaoke,
Then sing my life story, to the tune of My Sharona.

I'm so postmodern I only think in palendromic haikus-
Madam, I Glenelg, I'm Adam.

I'm so postmodern that I sit down to wee,
And stand up to poo, at job interviews.

I'm so postmodern that I dress up as Santa,
In the middle of August, and haunt golf courses.

I'm so postmodern that I cut off all my hair,
And knitted it into a beanie, and threw it off a bridge.

I'm so postmodern that I stole everyone's mail,
And cut them up into a ransom note and hid it in a thermos.

I'm so postmodern I take my leggo to the supermarket,
And build my own shopping trolley, and only buy one nut.

I'm so postmodern I wrote a letter to the council-
...I think it was 'M.'

I'm so postmodern I bought a round the world plane ticket,
And stuffed my clothes with eggplant and pretended it was me.

I'm so postmodern I've got a tattoo of my pin number,
In heiroglyphics on my neighbour's guide dog.

I'm so postmodern I fought my way into parliment,
And made a law banning Nuttelex, and then moved to Spain.

I'm so postmodern that I iron all my lettuce leaves,
Put my t-shirts in the crisper- they're real crisp.

I'm so postmodern I give live mice to buskers,
Dirty tea-towels to the Mormons, and pavlova to crabs.

I'm so postmodern that I live in a tent,
On a platform of skateboards that's tied to a tram.

I'm so postmodern I write four-thousand word essays,
On the cultural significance of party pies.

I'm so postmodern I recite Shakespear at KFC drive-thru's,
Through a megaphone, in sign language.

I'm so postmodern I'm going to watch the Olympics,
On a black & white TV, with the sound down.

I'm so postmodern I go to the gym after hours,
Push up against the door, then cry myself to sleep.

I'm so postmodern I wrote a trilogy of novels,
From the perspective of a possum that Jesus patted once.

I'm so postmodern that I marry all my friends,
Soak myself in metho, and tell them that they've changed.

I'm so postmodern I bought every book written in 1963,
As a reading challenge, and clogged up a waterslide.

I'm so postmodern I think I might be a god,
In my undies rolling in sugar, in the carpark of a rodeo.

I'm so postmodern I prerecorded this song,
And laced a message subliminally telling Shane Porteous to buy a smock.




3月13日

(8) Football Football Football (8)

Where is God when you need him/her or otherwise?

Geez Broncos... versing Cowboys *spits on ground* and playing, as Kelsie put it "Like a bunch of little school-girls". I hope the coffee table's okay, seeings as it was jumped upon several times throughout the game.. Well at least Footy's back on, and beeing only the start of the season, Broncos have plenty of time to do their stuff. But if they lose to the Roosters, I swear I shall cry. WOOT GUITAR LESSON TONIGHT!!  oops i mean nothing.

2月20日

Did I, or did I not, "Pass Go" ?

Howdayy, Hope you all are well.
Extremely exciting plans have been planned to plan several trips to extremely exciting destinations with extremely exciting people.
The following list lists these extremely exciting destinations,
and the extremely exciting things to be done there:

-The Big Pineapple  (to ride the train & bungee-jump from the pineapple leaves)
-The Super Bee (to look at bees I suppose)
-The Hedge Maze (to purchase icy poles)
-The Ginger Factory (mmm)
-My House (for a tea partayy... perhaps on the roof, depending on the weather)
-The Mountains of Melbourne (to learn to fend for ourselves in igloos)
-Sam's Grandparent's Place (to learn to fend for ourselves with pizza & soup)

If I have missed anything Sam, as I'm sure I have, please leave a comment
with the locations. Also, if anyone has any other suggestions, please
leave them here too. Only if they're extremely exciting.


I think I've talked crap for long enough now.

Before I depart, (woah does that sound smart or what?)
I just have two very important announcements to make. Firstly, WAKE UP!! (sorry for boring you all.) And secondly, my household
is now the proud owner of an xbox. mmhmm that's right.


I apologise to the non-existant people who are reading this
for the pointlessnesslessness and boringness of this blog.
And any blog I have ever written.

Toodle oo,
*blows raspberrie*







1月16日

quote of the day

"Death and destruction will come to all socks that lie in the path of me and the people of Australia's feet."

"The police said you can't put anymore babies in your coffee or they'll put you away."


12月11日

Reggae Jamboree!

howdly doodly! 
How is everyone? What have you all been up to? hmm? you dont say!                                                             
Pizza! Get off my property! I hate needles! There's no bread left! Woot dress! I have a lava lamp! If that is your real name! Who else needs to pee!? The tooth-brush was $1.75! Flouro orange fishnets! AGGHH COBRAS! Christmas is comming! Happy Birthday! Empty the trash! Where's my chapstick!? I like eggs! Kirk the dog! Sea weed smells! I smell! Mexican Hat Dance! Let's all die our hair! I ran over the taco-bell dog! Who's that staring from the window!? Tainted love! The cutlery keeps chasing dad! Flashing lights! Get off the dang roof! Who stole my shoes!? Monkey! Ferris wheel! Let's go crazy Broadway style! Short shorts! My stomache's eating itself! California! Add a contact! Your biting my butt! Cookies! My pockets are hurting! Green! I'm excited! My brother's brushing his teeth! Anyone else feel like crying!? Guitar solo! My soda is too cold! Corpus Porpus! Random crap! Motor bike! Cone or kone!? French fries! Waffle maker! Metal militia! Cant sleep clown'll eat me! REGGAE JAMBOREE!!
 
 
11月28日

Crave- Butterfly Effect

                                Bonjour mon poulets,
                    comment etes-vous? good i hope :)
                                     je suis triste...
                         faire non mourir!!  oui?? oui.

when you crave
Hurts like slave
More the pain
Hold on.
When it feels like I only want you
And I'll bleed
Only for you.
When you lie
Damaged I
Crawl like flies.
Hold on, when it feels like flies
Crawling their way through me
Coz im empty,
Im empty like you made me
Hold on
When it burns like lies
All i want is you
Won't I, but it hates me
It hates me like you,
Hate me...
Love. Me.
Always and forever
Its hard
To be strong,
When i crave you like I do
Hold on
I'm only waiting you want me down
But I'm empty
I'm empty like you made me
When it burns like lies
All i want is you won't I
But it hates me
It hates me like you...
HATE ME

           
                                                                              R.I.P

not sure if these were the lyrics i was looking for,
but meh... hmm well cyas... xoxo
11月21日

dont ask...

Some weird brand toilet paper...
             
Bouquets*

AUSTRALIAN-OWNED, AUSTRALIAN-MADE.
Bouquets is an Australian toilet tissue that's specially designed to provide premium softness and strength at a sensible, family price. The cardboard core is lightly frangranced to freshen the air in your bathroom. #

OUR COMMITMENT TO THE ENVIRONMENT
>Bouquets toilet tissue is biodegradable and is safe for all toilet systems.
>Made from renewable forest resource.
>The manufacturing process we use are specifically designed to minimise waste.

proudly made in Australia by Merino,
an Australian-owned company. Bouquets
is manufactured from local and imported materials.

We appreciate any comments you may have about our products.
Please contact our costomer service manager.

# if you are sensitive or allergic to perfumes, the use of a non-perfumed toilet tissue is recomended
* registered trade mark


Now for something completely different....

 "sure? sure as pie. Mmm pie... Who said pie?
I want pie! You already ate the pie! pie pie pie
pie pie pie pie."
yes..... interesting.... that was my quote of the day.....

Engrish (comlements of Celia and her astounding province)
always brightens up my day.. so here is some... enjoy

JENEFER MAHER writes:

.............. summer (stationary) set 1# : "summer dream" make forget are usually in the setting sun. It is a sea of Carib here. People laugh, sing and dance. It is usual first distant here. It is first near however. It is sea of Carib that has permanent summer felt. And dream in summer of the sun as there is this is effective.

and...

RICK writes:

on a blanket- NOT TO BE USED AS PROTECTION FROM A TORNADO.
on a knife set- WARNING KEEP OUT OF CHILDEREN.

hmm just thought I'd spread the joy... for more visit www.engrish.com

breaking news...........................



im bored. please comment.

Toodle ooo..
>hatter xx

(ps i shall leave you with a picture i have just drawn...)


11月3日

"University of the Bleeding Obvious" hmm

       ~THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT~

yeah i rave on about the band all the time, but thought I'd paste in the.. umm.. 'scientific' thing its based on.. (sorry if im not making any sence lol) So yeah this is a bit long but if you can be bothered to read this strange thing then pleaaaase leave a comment. xx

"The flap of a butterfly's wings in Central Park could ultimately cause an earthquake in China.   So say the proponents of chaos theory, who use 'the butterfly effect' to describe how small and apparently insignificant incidents can set in motion a chain of events with far reaching consequences.

The butterfly effect has, until now, been cited only as an illustration, but Professor Jim Spanners of the Pennsylvania Institute for Making Stuff Up takes it seriously, and believes that butterflies are directly responsible for most of the world's major problems.  He is urging authorities to act swiftly in order to prevent imminent disaster.

So far his warnings have been largely dismissed by everyone except for a select group of people who don't get out much.  Recently, in order to underscore his concerns, he published a twelve stage example of exactly how such a catastrophic sequence of events might run:

Event One: 
A butterfly - possibly a cabbage white, or similar variety - spreads itself across a leaf in New York's Central Park.  It stretches lazily in the warm sunshine and contentedly flaps its wings.  This motion generates a small current of air, barely perceptible, but sufficient enough to divert the course of an airborne spore.   The spore lands beside a pathway and begins to germinate.

Event Two:
One year later and the spore has blossomed into a thriving example of a Patagonian trailing creeper.  It spreads its tangled strands out across the adjacent path. An early-morning runner fails to notice it as he is jogging along. He becomes entangled and falls, dropping his doughnuts and fracturing his shin.

Event Three:
At a nearby hospital, the runner is waiting for the results of his X-ray.   He decides that something should be done to prevent others from having similar accidents.  As  luck would have it, he happens to work for the Mayor's office, where he has some influence.  At his request, a program of defoliation is begun to eradicate all traces of Patagonian trailing creeper from Central Park.

Event Four:
All traces of the troublesome creeper have now been cleared.  The creeper was also home to a species of beetle and these too are wiped out - starving the local population of hammerhead gannets, who feed on them.  The gannets are forced to find other sources of food and for a while they make a nuisance of themselves by raiding trashcans, harassing hot dog sellers and occasionally carrying off small pets.   However, they cannot adapt and they soon begin to die off.

Event Five:
The hammerhead gannet is a remarkable bird in that it usually expires in the air - rather than on the ground, up a tree or in a cat, like most birds.  New York suddenly finds itself plagued by falling birds as the dead gannets plummet from the skies, mid-flap. As their name suggests, the hammerhead gannet has a head shaped like a small mallet and the descending birds do considerable damage to roads, buildings and the occasional unlucky bystander.  Sales of crash helmets rise steeply.

Event Six: 
Whilst some crash helmets are made from specially hardened synthetic composites, they are no match for the traditional variety, fashioned from the shell of the Polynesian backflip tortoise.  The backflip tortoise is so called because of its fondness for acrobatics.  Sadly, despite the hours of practice they put in every day, most backflip tortoises make poor gymnasts, and so they have developed specially hardened shells to protect them from injury.  Because of the increase in demand for crash helmets, their numbers soon begin to decline.

Event Seven:
The shells of backflip tortoises are also used to make lobster pots.   However, with fewer tortoises available, lobster fishermen have to rely on other materials.  These new pots are just not up to the job.  The lobsters themselves are certainly not impressed and simply gather around them, pointing and laughing contemptuously.

Event Eight: 
The lobster population swells out of control.  They become rowdy and boisterous - holding underwater raves, getting high on seaweed and playing Beach Boys records until four o-clock in the morning.  The octopuses that live next door start to get really hacked off with it.  Octopuses are usually quiet and genial creatures, who are at their happiest when left alone to do word puzzles.  But on this occasion they realise that something has to be done, and so they decide to stage a sit-in.

Event Nine:
Octopuses from all over the world gather in the Atlantic Ocean to protest.   Their numbers are so great that they disrupt shipping and cut off the Gulf Stream, the current which supplies warm water to the North Atlantic.

Event Ten:
With the Gulf Stream disrupted, the world begins to freeze.  The arctic ice begins to encroach on Canada, Asia and Northern Europe.  Before long the tundra has enveloped Manchester, and the polar bears move in and turn it into a winter resort.

Event Eleven:
As luck would have it, a syndicate of four million penguins from Antarctica have won a fortune on the lottery and, hearing that the skiing in Manchester is particularly good at this time of year, they decide to blow all their winnings on a vacation.  As penguins can't fly, they invest in rocket packs and set off en masse.

Event Twelve:
Passing through Indian airspace, the captain of a Korean airliner is astounded to see four million penguins wearing rocket packs approaching him, directly on his flight path.  The penguins are equally surprised and swerve abruptly to miss the plane.  Unfortunately, they fly smack into Mount Everest, knocking the top off.   The shock wave travels around the world, triggering earthquakes in - amongst other places - California, Japan and China.
........

Professor Spanners is convinced that it is only a matter of time before such a catastrophe takes place, but he stresses that it can easily be avoided. His solution is simple - round up all the butterflies and eradicate them.  He suggests employing specialist butterfly death squads to go around armed with big nets and long range rifles.   Also,  placing a bounty on these dangerous insects would encourage the public to assist in the cull.  Above all, Professor Spanners insists that we cannot afford to suffer a single butterfly to live - one careless flap of a wing could mean the end of all life on the planet.

Many of Professor Spanners' colleagues have spoken out against this rather extreme viewpoint.  In an interview with Newsweek, a former associate claims that Professor Spanners' present militant stance against the butterfly world is the result of childhood trauma, which she traces back to being dive-bombed by a red admiral on a family picnic.  One particular critic, Dr Josiah Prodd, has been very vocal in his objections to Spanners' ideas.  Prodd - a long-standing friend and colleague until he and Professor Spanners fell out following an argument about a restaurant bill - is keen to stress that nature is inherently symmetrical and that the roles of cause and effect can often be reversed."

http://www.obvious.fsnet.co.uk/butterfly/butterfly.htm

there ya go, a whole lot of useless no-sence-making bullshit that i bet just made your day. didnt it. well i found it funny..





10月23日

uggh... how long till christmas??

there is always one last light to turn out, and one last bell to ring,
and the last one out of the circus has to lock up everything
or the elephants will get out, and forget to remember what you said
and the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will lingerside of your head
and the ferris wheel junkies will spin them instead...
all the blue light reflections that colour my mind when i sleep,
and the lovesick rejections that accompany the company i keep
all the razor perceptions that cut just a little too deep
hey i can bleed as well as anyone, but i need someone to help me
sleep..




10月8日

chh..

howdy! how is everyone?? (not that anyones reading this) meh im ok i guess... its so bloody hot and im frikken bored outta my brain.. stupid brain... and im not even making sence or have anything interesting to talk about,, at least its a change from just writing lyrics.
oh except last night was fun at the band thing at sandgate. fun. yes indeedy twas.
as said in my msn name, do NOT try tie your shoe-lace in a ''mosh pit''...uggh
well im sure im boring you all as much as i am now, so I'll leave you now (if you could even bothered to read this far)
**sigh...** bye,, luv ya
>hatter

ps~ plzzzzzzzzzzzz leave a comment!!!! *shakes fist*
 
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