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anywayay “!
(’keep it on the +, cuz it is hard to find’
–brown-eyed pees)
Yeah, I used to be shy. I used to be one of the awkward kids in school, who didn’t want to have spitting fights and pencil wars! But now, in my new grown up life at a job at a work, ya’ll can’t get enough! Everybody loves me so much; I’m like a Mr. Popularity: live and in my flesh! I’m like a “can’t take a shit without 4 people announcing it!” live and in the fleshy part!
“Oh, you’re here!”
“We thought you left!”
“Oh, you are still here!”
“Jamal is still here! Did you see? He didn’t leave!”
No indeed! I was shatting, and now I’m back, and ready to take my place among the cool kids! (To get this to work: imagine that I’m the kid sitting front right, and that the beach is a small home residence-cum-TV station, and that my cool friends are a bunch of random kooks and old people.)
…No one actually needed anything specific from me just then, but it’s good to know that my body parked behind a computer in plain sight keeps people mentally and emotionally calm enough to function here at The Place I Work. (But what do they do when I leave for reals?!)
I’m pretty into the lo-fi aesthetic of my cell phone’s “pix & flix” capabilities.
Sometimes I think I should make it a habit to go off my meds a few days each month; might be able to make prettier arts for a coupla days anyways.
-that Hans told me that the smell of the “Rock Star” beverages 
I tend to quaff before, during and after production of episodes of The Jubi Show makes him nauseated?? He did!
-the 1st hit you get if you google “blood diamonds” is a website (sponsored by a group representing over 50 diamond industry organizations) assuring concerned consumers that, thanks to the introduction of The Kimberley Process, over 99% of the diamonds being mined in today’s market are not only conflict free, but GOOD for impoverished African countries and their economies??
The facts as your sponsored google sites see them!
diamondfacts.org
Mmmm! All the horse shit you can eat!
The facts as some less cheery folks see them!
realdiamondfacts.org
-a friend who shall remain anonymous for personal privacy reasons requested that I post some photos from superbush.com and shiteaters.com?? He did!!
And I’m all too happy to take requests… BUT!!! I ain’t puttin no poop fetish porn up here, if only because it makes me personally feel ooky! Hell, maybe I’m unjustly bigoted against the poop sex people. Maybe if 1 or more consenting adults enjoy incorporating poop eating/smearing/etc. into their lovemaking, then it’s nobody’s business but their own. Yeah?! Maybe. BUT it is not pleasant for my eyes or brain, so: NO shiteaters today. Sorry everybody.
Superbush on the other hand…
It’s refreshing to at least see some pornography where the women haven’t all succumbed to crotch shaving, yeah? Am I right? Faux-teen-jailbait hairless crotches seem to have become the norm in the world of mainstream porn. ‘Sup with that? I mean, these folk here aren’t even approaching being shockingly hairy, they’re just… regular not-shaved hairy. You go with your pubes of hair, ladies! And just to keep things a little balanced, here’s some some gross hairy man genitals, too. Enjoy?…
This morning: took the bus downtown, walked to work from there. On the way: Burlington the Busy Street. Me? I pushed the walk button, and waited for the lights to change.
Change they did! Took a little while, but it was well worth the wait. Why I declare, there must have been at least 15-20 people their cars, bunched up at the stoplight, all of them waiting for little old me! No other pedestrians around, no other cars competing for right of way, just a bunch of idling automobiles, and ME — crossing the street nice and leisurely-like (in the 15 seconds or whatever Burlington gives you). What a head trip! All those folks, mildly inconvenienced purely for my benefit. Seconds of their lives they’ll never get back. Good times.
Sorry to anybody who was in a legitimate hurry, I hope you didn’t get in dutch. Life’s a cruel maestro sometimes.
the bedroom door was open most of the night, and even with a dreidel in the bed, no boogers or zombies jumped on us! i didn’t even see the cosby show!
…not just bad smells, but pretty things, animal creature things, random stupid things, racist kitschy things, and a mix-e-dy smatch-up of everyfing in betweened…
(most pictures by a. bowman!)
