Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in motherprussia's LiveJournal:

[ << Previous 20 ]

Friday, September 8th, 2006
1:14 am	We Cross the Paths into Homosexuality » Name: Phil Donahue » Birthday: 7/10/57 » Sign: Rock » Birthstone: ruby » Height: fat » Weight: i'm waiting for sex » Hair color: african » Eye color: pretty » Piercings: my body has only been pierced by a dick » Best physical feature: boobs » Righty or Lefty: i can't masturbate with my left hand too well » Siblings: unfortunate » Pet(s): penis [FAVORITE...] » Number: 12 » Song: metronome arthritis » Color: african » Food: fat things » Drinks: pussy juice/semen » Candy: milky way » Flower: gay » Clothes: none » Movie: the life aquatic » Holiday: fag day » Day: friday » Season: hummer » Months: july » Car: blue minivans » Book: the sun also rises [THE OPPOSITE SEX¡­] » Best eye color? hot » Best height: hot » Best weight: not fat » Dark or blonde: i always say dark » Freckles or none: cancer sucks » Short or long hair: gimme sumthin 2 pull » Stubble or neatly shaven: beards are nice » Good guy or bad guy: good guy, bad girl » Ears pierced or not: vag piercing plz » Younger or older: 8-16 plz » Ideal first kiss location: on my dick » Physical features you notice first: boobs-front ass-back » Physical features you like the most: 1. stomach 2. ass 3. boobs » What turns you on? playing w/kids » What turns you off? fat bitches [IN THE PAST WEEK...] » Drank alcohol: yes » Smoked: no » Gone on a date: no » Eaten sushi: no » Gone skinny dipping: showered maybe? » Dyed your hair: no » Stolen anything: church lawn ornaments » Cried: out of loniness » Helped Someone: no one asked » Bought Something: sure » Gone to the Movies: no » Gone out for dinner: of course, i'm fat » Danced in public: i'm not gay » Said "I love you" and meant it: mirror mirror on the wall » Written a real letter: no » Written in a journal: i'm gay » Had a serious talk: not that i can recall » Missed someone: dave » Hugged Someone: don't think so » Fought with your parents: no » Fought with a friend: not particularly [HAVE YOU EVER...] » Drank alcohol: yes » Smoked: yes » Done drugs: in my dreams » Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: yeah » Gotten a speeding ticket: yeah » Been in a fist fight: no » Shoplifted: no » Dyed your Hair: no » Hated yourself: hahaha » Thought about suicide: every day » Been in a car accident: lc parking lot was fun » Broken a bone: ankle » Had surgery: when i was 6 weeks old » Talked to strangers: not as much as i should » Ran away from home: no » Stayed up all night: welcome to my lifestyle » Shoved stuff under your bed to make your room look clean: it's never clean » Gotten in trouble for talking in class: third grade, thanks shana and abe lincoln » Worn a dress: yeah » Talked to a stuffed animal: still do » Talked to yourself: always » Sang in public: www.missingscore.net » Danced in public: www.missingscore.net » Sang when no one was looking: hell yes » Danced when no one was looking: to celebrate my accomplishments » Cried when someone died: grandpa jiggs 9/3/97 » Liked someone way older than you: 24 isn't too old for 21 » Liked someone way younger than you: duh » Pictured your crush naked: always and 4ever » Actually seen your crush naked: it's happened » Made someone cry: hahahhahahahhahahahhahhahahhahahahhahahaha sieg heil » Broken someone's heart: sam, heather, dave (need i go on?) » Rejected someone: surprisingly yes » Said you loved someone: i'm gay » Fallen for your best friend: bad habbit » Wanted someone you knew you couldn't have: bad habbit » Cried over a girl: bad habbit » Cried over a boy: bad habbit » Kissed the same Sex: i'm gay » Kissed the opposite Sex: i'm gay » Made out with JUST a friend: darrin » Cheated on someone: not exactly » Been cheated on: mentally » Been kissed: on my dick [LOVE LIFE...] » Single or taken: taken to the cleaners » Ever been in love: faggot » Do you have a crush now: not really » How long have you liked him: since i met him » How long have you been going out: about 2 years » What do you like about him: big dick » Do you think he likes you: he's gay » Do you think you'll ever go out: always, but these questions don't make sense in this order » Do you believe in love at first sight: with the right ass » Do you believe in "the one": fuck god » Do you believe in Love: who sang this song? [FIRST...] » First best friend: becky » First crush: becky » First date: i don't even know what a date is » First person you danced with: my mom » First job: www.fulltiltpoker.com » First screen name: motherprussia » First self purchased album: double fun - robert palmer » First funeral: great uncle in st louis » First pets: my dick, i was 12, jenny mccarthy was in a bikini » First credit card: i have gas cards, and a debit card » First enemy: eric paulson? » First big trip: parents took me to mertil beach when i was 5 months old » First play/musical/performance: probably cheep trick, though i was santa claus in the first grade play [LAST...] » Last book read for fun: something about trees for my forest literature class » Last movie seen: monty python and the holy grail » Last food eaten: raisin bran » Last drink: water, tap » Last shoes worn: reebok's » Last time showered: your guess is as good as mine » Last song played: HORSE the band's teenage mutant ninja turtles? » Last thing written: turtles? » Last word spoken: goodbye » Last good cry: i blame my sister » Last store shopped at: payless/kroger » Last class attended: poe » Last time hugged: monday? » Last time scolded: the candle incident of march '06 » Last time dancing: when was the last missing score show? » Last website visited: www.pocketfives.com » Last person you talked to: robbie » Last person you instant messaged: dave » Last person you got an email from: purdue » Last person you cooked for: myself » Last person you talked to on the phone: adam » Last person you danced with: myself » Last person you had a crush on: elara » Last person who broke your heart: dave [NOW...] » Where are you: apartment » What color pants do you have on right now: naked » What song are you listening to right now: watching golden girls » What should you really be doing right now: reading about trees » If you were a crayon, what color would you be: delicious » Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with: a sex slave » Current mood: i want to take a walk » Current fear: snakes on my plane » Current annoyance: fuck you, i'm edgy » Current book: something about trees » Current windows open: mozilla, fulltilt main page, fulltilt excalibur table, aim » Current desktop picture: elara on a comfy chair » Current crush: elara [RANDOMNESS...] » Shampoo: aussie something » Chocolate or vanilla: ass to mouth » Pepsi or Coke: was always a pepsi person, coming around to coke » Adidas or Nike: sex » Cappuccino or coffee: sex » Sunset or sunrise: both » Window seat or aisle: mile high club » Math or English: sprechen sie deutsch? » Age you hope to be married: fuck that » Number of kids: fuck that » What jewelry do you wear 24/7? ur gay » Worst feeling in the world: someone being dry humped » What is the first thing you think when you wake in the morning? goddamn it » What are you scared of: snakes on my plane » Future pet's name: i'm sneezing, thanks a lot, you asshole » Ever afraid you'll never get married: i'm afraid i'll never find a competant sex slave; i'll pay if i must » Would you date a friend? darrin » What about the same sex? daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarin » What country would you most like to visit? sweden at the moment » Would you hit a member of the opposite sex? one of the best feelings in the world » How about of the same sex? hit on, yes » If you had $1 million, what would you do with it? buy a sex slave » Who are you gonna be married to? elara » Reveal a secret about you that nobody knows of, but type it in acronym form. hhilsa » Natural Hair Color: african » Current Hair Color: african » Your best feature: boobs » Screen names: motherprussia, hitom111blang1, fatherprussia, grandmaprussia, grandpaprussia » Your most overused phrase on IM: hey » Favorite Inside joke: vaginas / hi tom!!! blang! **ck » What Upsets you: my loneliness » If you could move anywhere, where would it be: vegas » If you could dye your hair, what color: blue if it looked hot » You wish you had done, but didn't: professed my love a lot earlier than i did » What amazes you: ass to mouth (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, August 31st, 2006
11:53 pm	Bloody ankles The last two nights have been filled with bad dreams, nightmares, I suppose. I wake up with a rapid heartbeat and in a cold sweat. The only dream I can remember is where I was playing baseball with some of the Cubs, notably Carlos Zambrano and Phil Nevin. We were playing in my parent's backyards, and it was going fine until four Mexican children were run over by a delivery truck. At the point I woke up in a panic, and I do not know what the fuck. This is not a nightmare, but I do not know what is going on. Why all the heartbeat? Why all the sweating? I feel like I have not slept in the last two days, and I am anxious, if not fearful of going to sleep again. Also, it is well known that I do not like feet. Well, I came home from school today and when I took off my left shoe, my sock was covered in blood, mostly around the heal and the back of my heal/ankle. I had gotten some blisters from the walking I have been doing, but by merely walking around on campus during the school day, I was able to bleed myself like the times where barbers were dentists. I guess that explains the extra discomfort I felt today when I put my shoes on. So yall can check that off as another reason Kyle does not like feet. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 7th, 2006
11:34 pm	This Is Off the Top of My Head (Broken Sentences) Each stanza, a gift A lover, holder of something more important; A charcoal pencil, A rare bird in the middle of your nowhere Look at that genius. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 20th, 2006
1:40 pm	It's that special time of the biweekly or monthly or something like that time where I type on here because I'm bored or distressed and I'd really like to be truly emo and true to the accepted ways of lj and the ways things are, but then my friends wouldn't respect me, and we can't have any of that. My sister is a crazy fucking bitch, she calls her separate personality "pshycho bitch." She said she almost checked into a mental hospital. Yes, this is all over a boy because the relationship is all over, and he'd rather get high than be with her, and I'd rather be high than be with her because she is a psycho bitch. I'm saying this making an assumption that she'll read this and try to kick me in the balls. I'm only being fair. These ten second bits and pieces in between the myspace buffering make me really enjoy the new fear before the march of flames song. I am constantly hearing new and exciting music in my head, and it frustrates me that I am not talented enough to get those sounds across on bass and guitar and toy keyboard, but I'm working on it. It used to always be words in my head, and I had always wanted to write a book and get it published. That is my goal to be published, I guess, and in a way, I guess that already happened with Missing Score because my lyrics got published and such, and I'm proud of them, but I'm talking something novel length. But I don't think I like writing so much anymore, and I only seem to really do it here when I rant and rave and try to entertain Dave, though he shouldn't need to be entertained at the moment he probably isn't responding to my IMs because he's doing it, his wife in town and all, but when it comes to having interesting ideas for stories, etc, nothing comes. Maybe music will be where it's at next, but that means that I just can't sit around on my ass all day. I tried to get up and move around but I sprained my ankle. (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 4th, 2006
11:05 pm	I Lied mother prussia: i should go out and conquer the world mother prussia: but i don't feel like it mmm porpoise: haha mmm porpoise: do it! mmm porpoise: the night is young! mother prussia: it's 11pm mother prussia: maybe i'll just write in my livejournal Murder, She Wrote: I'd recommend the whips and chains because you like to fuck when it's more profain. It's smeared all over your face, all over the floor, I painted a picture of what was before. With my hands wrapped around your neck, I can make you choke from the Internet. Are you laughing or crying or hardly breathing? because rigor mortis can be deceiving. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, June 2nd, 2006
11:29 am	My Next LJ Post You must go here: http://dmachay.livejournal.com/908.html?view=1420#t1420 (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 21st, 2006
2:28 am	ALL HAIL THE BUS DRIVER! So my new dream is to become a bus driver. It all started when dave asked "kulvars?" and I said yes, and I needed to put pants on because I was only wearing shorts, so I put on these dressy pants, with a pleeeet and erthing, and then I thought "do I have a nice shirt?" and I did have a short sleeve blue button up collared shirt (a Hensley shirt if you know what I mean), and I put that on over the shirt I was already wearing. I then went to KKKulvars with dave and had a custardccino which is delish because I like coffee now as long as it isn't real coffee and there is lots of sugar and cream involved up in this biaaatch. The thing about coffee is that it makes me shit, but I covered that in my last entry. Anyway, the clothes that I had put on made me look like a bus driver. My new name is larry, so if you have a larry nametag anyone I am interested in it for certain. Gus and Ralph were also possibilities for names. I'm a little torn up, but that's because he had a big ol dick (Comment on this)
Saturday, May 13th, 2006
7:13 pm	Another Day, Another Trip to the Toilet I'm just saying that because I am so successful at being successful that I sometimes fear failure, but not when shitting, and I have now made it a choice, a pleasure, a fettish to shit in public bathrooms. I love having my ass opened up wide while there may or may not be people around. And I tell you what, this turns me on so much that I then jack off right there into the toilet while I'm shitting. It is orgasmic. Literally. Shit swearing is fun, too, turning shit into art. Art is easy. It's so goddamned easy that no one should ever write poetry or draw or paint or do anything creative ever. Expression? That's bullshit. You aren't yourself unless you have a mud pie of shit in your face or around your cock and balls and little dingerberries form in your ass hair and boy or boy do I have ass hair to spare or what? I must say that Botch rocks. Even rox. Tomorrow is mother's day. I can fit my entire fist into my ass now, thank you very much. You're welcome. You all should write me a letter without expressing any emotion or with shit smeared on your face and on your cocks and balls or breasts and up your vaginas if you have had the unfortunate issue of having a vagina and breasts; I have breasts of the hairiest variety, and they are spelled for fun. I rub shit on my hairy breasts, and I have a ball with hot wax and shattered glass. I am a closet heterosexual. I'll have to cum to terms with such a fact that I have chosen to deny this whole time. There's nothing wrong with kissing a guy, but when I can feel the guy's hair, the five o'cock shadow, it just isn't as sexy as the smoothness of a girl's kiss. But who kisses these days? It's all about brown play. Shit stains and fisting. Fuck lube. Have you ever had your asshole licked? It's delightful. I paid a girl to do it for $50, and she liked it so much she ate the shit right out of my ass. I then had her vomit it up, and I played in the shitty vomit. I made a work of art on your shitty breasts. I killed her, preserved her, and I hope to sell her as a work of art for $100. That way, I make a profit. That's all anyone wants today out of art. A little money, a lot of money, a little fame, a lot of fame. Attention whores we all are with our shit covered hairy breasts; that's me with the shit on my chest. Cleveland steamer. Whoooo! Whooo! chugga chugga chugga chugga whoo! whoooo! (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 15th, 2006
10:35 pm	Easter bunny what the fuck who are you? I do not understand your function. I saw you at the mall the other day, and i'm confused by your contrived costume and you're easter eggs, the bunny bunny that you are. It should have been an easter platypus or an easter spiny porcupine because they are mammals that lay eggs like bitches. But you know, jesus is a zombie, and I can't trust anything that bleed for three days and doesn't die. I'M STEALING ALL MY MATERIAL. FRAUD! Puggy Pearson is dead. Is 21 a youth? How old is that? I don't know. The weather has given me some superpowers, superpowers like I'd like to thank the accedemy and I'd like to have sex with so many people, too many people to list, but if you are made up and/or have big breasts and/or a huge dick I want you in the butt, and you know who you are and if you don't I'd just your birth certificate. Australia could bring me riches one day I think but you don't nkow what I'm talk about. How is it where You are? How is it where you are? How is it where you are? I'm still not old enough to rent a car, and I still gotta pay too much for car insurence even if I switch to Geicho and save a boatload on car insureance because I am a young mail/horrible driver. I am a good driver, I'll kill you with my goodness. I'm such a good friend. Time like these I wish I had something better to do, I'm only wearing shorts. The weather, did I mention it? again, no spell check or proof reading cuz this is more real. Send me nudes if you love me. No one loves me. Fucky ou (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 11th, 2006
11:21 am	Talk a Little About Yourself Oh, fuck, I woke up kind of early from a NAP at 6 this morning, dillydallied around like a gay, and decided that since I am uberfucked by shit trying to find its way back into my rectal cavity, that I could just go to campus and start doing some work, but by the time I decided this it was already 10am, and by the time I got my shit back out of my rectal cavity and got in my car, realized I needed gas, got gas, parked, walked to comp lab, I decided that there is no way in hell I'm doing anything until Wednesday. I mean, what the fuck was I thinking thinking that I would get some work done ahead of time. That is just not something that I will ever do; it's against my religion. by the way, i am handicapped, that is what this desk is telling me; i hope someone in a wheel chair hey there's robbie hi robbie comes in and needs to use this comp cuz he/she is han d capped and i can laugh and say, "You can't use you legs!!!111eleven" So, yes, lj 'n' fags, I have found my way into a comp lab and now I do not even want to go to class. Ironic! Or something. In conclusion, I'm lazy (Comment on this)
Monday, April 3rd, 2006
3:22 am	CAN YOU FIND THE KYLE??? http://static.flickr.com/37/122074518_ace8973aa9.jpg?v=0 he's there somewhere! (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 17th, 2006
3:48 am	Tawni, you'll get a dick in your ass! I'll see to it. As the hour comes to a close, the Girls Gone Wild hour from 3am to 4am Central Standard Time, I have already masturbated twice and feel the need to express myself on Internet. When I am away from Laura, away from my laptop and at home with my family, I lack porn, so I make due with what I have; and that is basic cable. Sometimes, when it is not the hour of Girls Gone Wild (or Wild Party Girls), I will be lucky enough to stumble upon some hot latenight BET action, or an Ashlee Simpson video on MTV. Goddamn, that girl gets me hard, hard like a rock, gunna make yo asshole pop. Some people have told me, well they haven't told me because if they told me, I would not pay attention, but I have read on an internet message board or two that a lot of people show disgust for porn, especially the kind that is involved in the Girls Gone Wild series (and the other series that are out there). Now, an overall disgust of pron is something that I cannot possibly fathom; and better yet, the Girls Gone Wild, why do you feel sorry for these "sad, pathetic, daddy didn't love me" girls? Are these not the girls that you find in college? The ones that you fuck. Fuck in the butt? Delightful. Oh, there are few things in the world that I feign excitement for like anal sex (gay sex, even moreso). Butt, seriously, guys, with enough lube, I'm in. (No, baby, I like it raw, meat grinder style.) These Daddy's girls will one day be your husbands and wives. They will one day love you with their mouves, have your children, cock your food, clean up after you. They deserve some respect because now they are flashing their titties at a camera, though the existence of their titties is questionable thanks to Comedy Central/Spike TV placing convenient little "GGW" or "WPG" bubbles over their boobies. I swear to god, if there are pasties under there (underwear?), there is no god. I enjoy a juicy ass that I formulate or at least mostly imagine as I am trying to scrabble the eggs of my four inches of fury, and these infomercials do a very good job, or at least my imagination does a very good job with the aid of these advertisements (adVERtisments, english accents, yo), allowing for my months and months [lifetime] of sexual frustration to be relieved for about 10 mintes. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 16th, 2006
5:33 am	What happened to my front page thing here; did someone hack into my account and make it different or is it just lj being gay? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 11th, 2006
10:48 pm	The World Will Most Likely End within the Week It will be hard at times for me to find words that have described this last week for me. It was indeed a hell of a week. Fucking papers and midterms and a buttfuck load of studying, but I worked hard and I really think it paid off. I mean, I'm so lucky that I get to learn and grow. My thirst for knowledge just grows and grows; it's so fucking exciting. But the real highlight of the past week is this girl I came to know. She is so awesome, and after years of self-loathing, poor self-esteem, and occasional suicide attempts, I finally feel like I am ready to love again. Who am I fooling? I am so in love! I met her exactly a week ago today, but it had turned out that I had known her for over a year. And I mean, how could I have missed her, she is so fucking hot!!! Things really just took off this week. We are so head over heals for each other. I really just can't believe it. It's like I've been struck by a sexy punch to the face, possibly by a breast. Haha! I just can't stop smiling! Her name is Laura, and again, let me mention how hot she is! Fucking perfect! Perfect, I tell ya! If you want, I can send a pick of her through AIM or something when I'm back in Lafayette since that's where my pictures are. Speaking of Lafayette, I have no idea why I'm not fucking there right now. Okay, so I had to come home for band practice, and yes, she is working right now. But the love of my life is back in Lafayette, and maybe I should go back there right now. If anything, I'll have to give her a call this evening. She really is the best, hottest, smartest, cutest, everything of everything girls I've ever met. And sex! Did I mention sex?!?! Yes! It exists! She makes the sensations in my love organ more extreme than anyone ever (not even as much as Robbie). <3<3 I tell you, this is my first real girlfriend I guess, and now I see what the hype is about. Goddamn, I am just the luckiest sonofabitch ever! <3<3 Love lovelovelovelovelovelove!!!!! (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, February 24th, 2006
6:05 am	When We Listen to Les Savy Fav A random favorite bands list: 1. At the Drive-In (I'm not explaining.) 2. Les Savy Fav (They are one of two things that truly makes me happy.) 3. Q And Not U (Qatar, am I right?) 4. These Arms Are Snakes (Breaking up by 2007!) 5. The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower (The other thing that makes me happy.) I am yet again in a sleep schedule that makes little to no sense. I was up from 5pm Wed to 9pm TH, so that's 28 hours of being awake. I slept from 9pm to 3am Friday. Friday is today. It is now 6:10am. The high today is supposed to be 50. I feel as if I should go golfing or something, but that would require me going home to get my golf clubs. We bowl too much probably. I've bowled more the last couple weeks than in the past 10 years (most likely, give or take, approximately). Tim Harrington gives me something special. I hope I get the chance to see them again at an intimate venue and not at some festival. I greatly dislike festivals. I hate people. This goes hand in hand. Some of Tim's lyric, I'm pretty sure he writes them or most of them, but his lyrics are clever, and that is often what I strive to do in life. If I can be clever, I can make up for my small penis. "Hey, he's soooooo clever, so what if he can't make me to climax. Kyle makes me laugh to orgasm." I need more run-on sentences here, otherwise it would seem as though I'm not quite as out of my head as I normally am, so here we go, partaking on an adventure into a long sentence: just how long will it be is a fact that no one can know for sure, but as soon as you find a period you can almost be certain that you have found the end of a sentence unless you have run into an abbreviation, though I don't recall using a lot of abbreviations in my writing, even on the internet where abbreviations happen all the time--there is no need to give an example here because you, the reader, are on the internet right now, and I am assuming that you are well aware of the trite and overused internet abbreviations that everyone complains about but still use like a giddy little 15 year old girl, probably a sophomore in high school. Speaking of high school girls, I think this will have to be my goal. College girls are way too sophisticated for someone like me, so I think it's high time to aim low (for the shorties). High school girls have the fresh breasts ripe for squeezing and pussies that smell like roses (ed. I do not know this for sure, but I am making an assumption because I have an erection). Oh, man, anal sex. (You see what I did there? After having a series of longer sentences, I included a very short, incomplete sentence. I did this mostly to mix things up, along with getting a chance to mention anal sex--erections for all. These are just some tricks of the trade. Pick them up at your leisure.) Now, I'm going to brag and say that I do not have any classes on Friday. So just what the fuck am I to do today? I've been awake for three hours, and I am not aware at all what I have done (watch TV mostly). Now, I know what you're thinking. Masturbate. Well, damn it, my penis hurts. I have put it through the ringer (which hurts [in a good way]). Sometimes I think that I have seen all of the porn that there is on Internet. I hope that this is not the case. It probably isn't, but I've had enough of that one where the dog fucks the girl. Seriously, if I wanted that, I would have saved it long ago (I have, it's a secret). It is now only 6:23am, Friday morning February 24, 200c, and as you can see, it did not take me too long to write all this. I was hoping that it would pass more time, but it has not. I am highly disappointed, but what else can I do? The Sweat Descends. We need to cover a LSF song. (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 12th, 2006
10:25 pm	Making Dave Wet If someone were to ask, "Why are you updating your livejournal, Kyle?" I'd normally answer, "Because I'm a faggot." But now I would answer, "Because Dave and I are faggots." I know most already knew this. I'm just making things clear for everyone. So I'm here to announce that I'm going to start a band. It's mostly fictious and almost anyone can join. I plan on the only mainstay in the band to be myself. Jon is already in. So right now we're a two piece. The name of the band is called The Studio Is in a Panic or SIP for short. I am not limiting myself to any genre. This is an idea that has been in my head pretty much all of my life. I still struggle to get musical ideas out of my head (I'm just not that experienced or talented), but music is not what this band will be about. It'll be more of Kyle making an ass of myself, and how just doesn't love that? (Oh, but there will be grindcore. Grindcore is a must, so I lied there is a requirement and grindcore is the requirement.) So don't be surprised if I scream "I am the lazer viking" or rather "left testicles for free." I'm comtemplating that if I get enough interest in this project that we'll record a two song demo (at mike's maybe?) and try to get shows in Lafayette (and secretly just play as missing score, see, this is all just a ploy). But really, this is an artistic statement, damn it. I'll take this seriously, no one else has to. For the most part this is all a figment of my imagination, a lie I've been telling myself since I was 10 and writing shitty lyrics to songs I hummed in my head and would show to my family and they'd smile politely and wonder why they didn't give me drugs or maybe they took too many drugs before my conception. It's all a good possibily. Let me have this if I can't have anythning else. I don't ask for much. Why should I have to ask you for permission? Why should I have to ask you for permission? (repeat forever) (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 19th, 2006
3:53 am	inside-out boy vs the purple monkeys it might not be purple monkeys, if you know what the proper animal/color combination please say so This is the time of the morning 4am where I please Dave. He's back, and I'm assuming things went well. He's a sex machine, and since his disappearence, I've been addicted to his cockboat. It's quite enjoyable, espcially if you include a USS. I was sick, but I don't want to dwell on the past. It's Thursday. Congradulations. That's an insult, Mr. Spell Check. I got an idea to name a band The Studio Is in a Panic. It's be some kind of core but you know that the kind of core would definitely be a xcore because that's the only kind of core I practice. I'm listening to a NIN song at the moment, and if you took the vocals away, I might think it was a Bloc Party song (if you took those vocals away, too). Srsly, what's up with that. And you know that Fall Out Boy song? Sugar, could you go down on me? Yeah, that song is so stuck in my head because of this: link (haha you're not getting the link!!!), but maybe you've seen it around internet. It prompted me to look up the actual words to that song, and it turns out they aren't horrible. They aren't great, but they're better than most shit that's out there, and their, uh, they talk about sex and stuff and that can draw a comparison to The Fall of Troy, whose lyrics I'm not always sure about. But maybe it's all about the delivery. I've created some kind of rift in the i'm fucking indie/xcore scenes and the world might end by saying Fall Out Boy and The Fall of Troy in the same sentence, but it is a death that I am in favor of. You know what's funny? Cold Peter. You know what I like? Cockboats. (Dave, should there be a space there or not?) Here is a rap? Dan, we're all out of squeeze cheese. Bitch, please. \8====D/ (Comment on this)
Monday, January 2nd, 2006
4:19 pm	3447734 Today is the second day of the year and to celebrate we have this fine diningroom set to give away. The first person to reply with more than a thousand different words gets a pat on the back from me, congratuations, you will waste a lot of time for an internet pat on the back from me. I am listening to a city of caterpillllar song that i found on my computer--i say my computer but it is really my family's computer, my computer is a laptop which is really back in lafayette. Lafayette, IN is one of the shittiest places i know of, but that goes for most of indiana. I will possibly go to someone new in indiana today and maybe it will be worthy of me putting it in my livejournal because that is what people who do stuff or nothing do when they have a lifejournal, they put stuff in it. I get lazy and only capitalize i's if they are the first's in the sentence, and i only seem to capitalize other words if i feel like it. I rarely feel like it, but sometimes i do it anyway. Missing Score is working on a new song that no one but the band has heard yet, and I have to think up some lyrics or something, but we don't have a recording yet, and i need a recording for me to obtain the best results. Here is what i have so far without any music. It talks about my battle with homosexuality and being an english--my dad just got back from ice skating and i said hello and that delayed this post--major: Locked and Uptight Magnificent words: can you hear are they coming in clear or coming out queer? Significant words: do they keep you awake like talkative dicks on uptight planes? So let’s bring it around, let’s take it around, start bringing it around town. Magnificent words: That's all i have so far, as you can see, i only have the first verse and chorus, and i have a feeling that all or most of these words will change because i dislike a majority of them. The chorus, however, is fun to sing or whatever vocalizations i make. Oh, then there is the line "give me two cents so i can buy a thousand words" which is possibly even gayer than the first part of the first chorus. Hopefully we will record tomorrow, so i can know what i'm doing. Having the song helps a lot, right now i'm just writing down words and it isn't that effective. This is a look into my writing process. I think some of you are possibly interested in that, and if not, fuck you, dave. I am now listening to bullet to binary which is a meWITHOUTYOU song, they are christians, and that makes me feel weird, but they have a tendancy to rock, and i have long been addicted to this song, and it has been the inspiration for missing score songs like You Will See Us in Japan, wait, is that the title of that song? I don't know, i just call it japan anymore without the anymore. You will know us in japan? I think that song is about us wanting to go to japan so we can go on their gameshows and get blowjobs. It's a good song, but i cannot sing and that is allright because i make up for it with my charisma spell check all right? all right. I have learned recently than i cannot write like a normal human being sentences cannot be complete they much runon and STRIKE LIGHTNIGHT, STRIKE. Periods only get in my way. I don't like breathing when i write so i hardly take a breath. THE FORREST WAS ALLLREADY ON FFFIREE WHEN THE LIGHTNING STRUCK. SPELL CHECK IS FOR N00BS. Caps lock is a fun tool and my dad needs to move his new truck. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 1st, 2006
1:49 pm	IT IS THE DAY IN WHICH YOU BOW DOWN TO MY GRANDMA Today is new years and my grandma's birthday. In hour of all the final fantasy i've been playing, we went to eat at the quest. I had a hamburger. My uncle is there, there is a short story inside of him in the least. My dad is moby dick, though. It is also louisa's bday today. Happy Birthday. My house smells like vomit still, thank you sister and your uglyass friends. I could not internet last night because people were fucking my the computer. I fucked in my room. My right hand. I was thinking about lesbian sex. With hot lesbians, not the ones fucking in my house (and they might have been guys, I only saw hairy breasts). Making fuck i tell ya what. My sleep schedule is like 2pm to 10pm. I would like to thank the one person who called me to wish me a happy new year, of course i was with most of my friends already but that never happens or never has happened so yeah i doubt you remember but it's cool. Dave made a best cds of 2005. Here are some of mine in no order: Doppelgaenger--the fall of the shit live 6 song radio session--mt st helens terrorhawk--bear vs shark (rip) love in the fascist brothel--the plot to blow up sexiness You know i think i only ever beat one RPG and it was the mario rpg game for snes. the mechanical hand--HORSE the fuck SPACE FOUND!--Missing Score (seriously, this is some good shit, buy one, use it as a coaster.) heartbleeps--the mae shi writes really short songs that thunderbirds are now! cd i think it's hottt with three t's! I have a picture of me in a DEVO suit. But none of you can see it, awwwwwwwwwww. Darrin is not only a faggot, he has a big nose, and not only does he have a big nose, but he is also a faggot. Thank you, and Good Night. (Dan, we're out of squeeze cheeze.) (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, December 24th, 2005
2:03 am	My Day Is a Day That I Will Forget One Day I was trying to read this JD Salinger short story today; I was trying to be cultured, but my sister wanted to fuck. They fucked, her and her boyfriend, and I heard her gasping. It's depressing. I'm alone in my room all by myself trying to educate myself without anyone else around, but I hear this moaning and shit, which I usually don't care about cuz I often hear my neighbors upstairs in my apartment fucking or beating their kids, and I'm just fine with that, but this is my sister and she is a woman and a half and that is just too much woman for womanhood--plus, she is my sister so yucky yucky. I mean, at least someone is having a good time here, but I am trying to be a cultured fuck here--I was so proud of myself for actually sitting down and reading, first time all break, and then I get destricted and I have to turn my TV back on to drown out the moaning, and then I get up to play my bass because that is what I do when I hear them fucking. I play loudly and proudly. I hope they know what the fuck they are fucking doing. Sounds like it. So then tonight, when I'm feeling horny as a goose, I reflect back on my day and I think about the time I spent trying to culture myself and my erection gets confused sitting at the computer typing to a guy in Australia about how I'd like to cuddle. It's a nice thought. Or was it Ohio? I don't know. Do I care? Possible. One. Word. Sentences. Break. Up. The. Flow. Of. A. Piece. Of. Writing. Forgive any errrors I'm making, I doubt I will bother to proofread this. One day I'll look back on this cuz i'm a faggot and think that I am a faggot. I'd be right. It's only 2am, and i'm sure there will be a girls gone wild infomercial that i could masturbate to later. Cuz I don't have my laptop with my porn. Sadly. I have very little to look forward to, but I will be eating a fine meal tomorrow and then killing myself with the conversations I'll be half in because my dad's side of the family only occasionally cares about what I have to say. They watch rated R movies when the kids aren't around, I would have thought this to be blasphomus, but hey, whatever you gotta do to make jesus happy. Am I right? I'm in the mood to cuddle because I'm a faggot did I not mention this already? Allrighty. If I get addicted to alcohol--which I am not claiming to be under the influence of, this is mere insanity if not cocaine (merry christmas, kyle, you worked hard at this, telling your friends you lose at cards while you win and spend money on cokehahahah they'll never know!!@!!)--but if i were to because addicted to alcohol at a ratio of 2 to 3 of my addiction to gambling could it then be said that I've made a full house in my life? And the show Full House, starring Bob Saget, why did they not ever make a card joke? I mean they had a full house for serious, but I mean they never said something like "my girls are three of a kind!" or "i got da nutz!" or anything.  Just something for you all to chew on during this festive holiday season. And of course, Merry Fucking Osamas (2 Comments |Comment on this)