Quizzessss!!! lollll

You Are Thoughtful and Happy

You have an optimistic outlook. When troubles come your way, you try to see how you will grow and learn from them. You feel a strong sense of community and like you truly belong. You trust other people and believe they are basically good. You feel wistful about your past and those you have loved. Memories are bittersweet for you. You succeed by nurturing yourself. You believe it's important to take care of yourself today so that you are strong for whatever comes.

The Desert Test

Blogthings: Take a Quiz. Annoy Your Friends.

Your French Name is: Bellamy Castel

Ooh la la!

What's Your French Name?

Blogthings: Discover the Parts of Your Personality that Have Been Hiding

Let's Get Ignant, Let's Get Stupid

The Universe is a proper verb,,, ;lifeanddeath; give out the ?good? parts; keep the ?bad? parts; keep it flowin undda/watta, stagnant - pools/are semi colons only if they end a line; live like groscies in the scubbard: G37 a 7hrill out of the Wint3r while boxed in deady wood nearby to aluminum bricks.

accept the challenge

ummbillyhalibut
most people don't want to accept the challenge, because they don't wanna poo the challenge
im hanging out with laura and marco and angela and brian and dan
angela's hungry
Dan isn't here
I lied
sorry
Neither is Brian here
I lied
sarry
12:21
Personguyman810
:-\
12:21
ummbillyhalibut
will u forgive me
you type so slow
are you even paying attention?
12:22
Personguyman810
But what I'd really like to see is what happens the next morning, when the show presumably turns into Man V Poo, as Richman empties the dauntingly substantial, hopelessly compacted contents of his engorged colon, clenching the bathroom doorhandle between his teeth as he attempts to give birth to a leg-sized hunk of fecal sod without killing himself. Cue footage of him sweating, shaking and sobbing like a man impaled on a clay tree, before eventually squeezing out a log with the dimensions and weight of a dead gazelle in a greased sleeping bag. As he mops his brow (and backside), he smiles weakly with exhausted triumph, whispers farewell, and the credits roll. And we've all learned something about the price of excess.
are you familiar with man vs. food?
god you type so slow
are you even paying attention

Mars Proudly

fattening up the beach
the beach is fatter
plattering up the pling
the play is phatter
atter batter, bratter brattle
satter sadder saucer sit down for tea
back in the knee-time, caps are free
jumpin jehosephat that dwarf strangled the other
now he's a ghost bruised blue neck down
feckless crown a man visits like a lunch inspector
he inspects the lunch and laughs like a bro
hid undulating throat resonates like a crow in a moat
hid underneath the boat and scared the children till they began to question
they selves shrivel like raisin men and women
no longer children, no longer children
the dark side surrounds them and they know they must be good
the dwarf eats his food alone, but he doesn't want somebody
in fact, it would quite ruin the occasion
he drinks his own blood, he eats his gnarled flesh
and the hellfire spurts up like weak waterguns
plastic parts and plastic people preserved till the end of time
with guts of nurdles and butts of circular bites from spiders
butts singed and stumped out on their foreheads like ashtrays at Saint Peter's
the cold blows and the wind grows taught like a tickling uncle tickling children
the boat rocks and the kids cry but uncle ben's got rice for them
it cheers them up, it cheers them up, i swear!
they aren't children anywhere, their calm eyes delight in nothing
and they build and build and use and shield themselves from fear
desires always a butt's reach away, but not willing to grab it with sad cheeks
o it's not fair, it's not fair, a new school for dung children
teach them how to use their asses and watch how mystery fills them
back up to the top, like an overflowing toilet
proud to fart
prouder to smell it

What is real Wilderness like?

Sorry I didn't say much at the diner over the rocks
The wait was awkward and it was much too early
I was thinking bout nothing and trying to focus--
I've been reading volumes of hocus-pocus, lately,
reversin' the high tide that's comin' up to hit me.

Now that Gods are people and we're all equals--
I talk to petunias and squirrels and turtles and beetles.
I love each of those little moments
like when I read baller novels
for which the author wrote infinite sequels.

Some say that people have no equals.
That oaks are weeds and field mice scat on tables
But, what people can stay still for 40 years?
I've have seen people that can pound like 40 beers.
That's impressive, their stomachs must be massive.

What is real Wilderness like?

You were the one who felt that old age carries the curse of wisdom:
An un-relayed loss like the trees screaming in the forest and no one to hear them.
Anyway, Happy Belated Birthday, Grand Cousin.

You settled with the past in a very special way.
Your eyes are opaque and gray as coldest ice.
Your wrinkles are seared and your beard grows nice
I was sold when you spoke low and gently like a sleeping giant,
Your fingers are weathered like Alaskan oil pipes.
Tell me: What is real Wilderness like?

Can you stand under the sky and breathe easy?
Is it joyous and gay or vicious and unyielding?
Have you seen waves crash over the gray, mostly glass buildings?
For some reason, they make the most morbid sounds
but that's just the inertial shifting of oily plates, underground.

Butt Harbor

The seaweed goes in and wraps around long chains
the butt sucks them out and poops in hammerheads.
The sharks eat the fish and the fish eat the sharks.
Jellies become GI Joes
I rest with them under my knees

Tickle Touch

Guitar strings sigh best between nasty plaster fingers.
Martian swingers sway without sandals on.
We stand on red sand while rain patters human toes.
Gods only know that they control meaningless molecules

I did try to survive with just one heart,
just one fart and her heart became ones and zeros.
She's a reader, raiding pages of golden guilt.
I read a book or two, but never knew
how the bindings could glue, together.
Heather, the ghost of a specious spoon whispers, "Is love forever?"

I should squall, "it's for never." However,
my sound is asleep for her, waiting with bated breath,
to death or deafness, the best investments.
I'm waiting for
a few more funerals.

Love is at best a test to get the better yet.
Better yet, it's the best bullet proof vest I'll ever wear.
give a hand for my man, DJ [Ben Fritz].

Cupid Water

My ovular wheel rattles
The gear creaks as its pattern speaks
To me, milk is water and water is putrid
Cows got it comin, chewin all day is stupid.

A backhanded sack branded "Taxes" slings slack from my handlebar's branches
Knots of my mane mangle back in the windletweed breezes
Sneezes break silence on the blue wall illuminated
Next to my screen the world outdoors is anything
but the dreams that remind me are written down.
Please don't read them out loud.

The spaghetti I made with cous cous and dark red sauce,
five finger discount, but Who will miss it?
I thought my throat got stuck and couldn't shut up,
when i went to their store, but i was silent.
Sirens were silent as i biked back in silence
O i biked in silence, thanked milk in silence.
Who will miss it? Who will miss it?

My ovular wheel rattles
the drive chain creaks as its pattern speaks
Is there no animal that feeds its children water?
Water's got it comin, flowin all day is cupid.

Blue Yellow Gray

The blue man is afraid to death of dying. He arrests the rest to do his blue bidding.
"die for god."
In exchange for salivation, they form a bridge of broken spines for his ocean blue feet.

Later on after god's death the rest realize they too fear death and wish to be freed, please.
They spew into other lands, speaking spades and hearts of darkness. They bade the yellow people in the surrounding areas to die for their godlike blueness.
thanks.

All was well until they thought, it is embarrassing to be caught in such primitivism.
They instead bade the earth to do their bidding.
Rock and steel didn't speak in human being.
They spoke too low, and behold the fear of the blue became the heart of desire.

hahahaha

Divide and Unite

Volition, Volition
Vishnu, Vishnu
Jesus, Jesus
Zeus, Zeus

Since the invention of time,
Mind and body have enhanced each other.
They share a neutral network.
There is a point on the shore where one state becomes another.
The tide slides up and back toward the ocean.

Volition, Volition
Vishnu, Vishnu
Jesus, Jesus
Zeus, Zeus

I've become all of them
I don't remember, though, shit,
How do I turn myself into a cow?

lol

2 much love

If you want the honor of being you for yourself,
Ask Mum for the medal.

We all say it used to be much better that way,
when your Mummy made it.

Since the Moms of the world made all of us,
Shouldn't we crowd-source the Mothers of the World?

Now that you are you
Do you remember sliding down
Through the belly of the beast?

FoZZY MoPPET

FoZZY MoPPET, where did you take your wares?
I've been waiting in that old place we used to meet,
Where you'd open up your London Fog
And show me all your treats.

FoZZY MoPPET, I really appreciated your dedication to Japanese erotica
With a storyline.
Did you really expect to be paid?
I think maybe you chose the wrong path to riches.
Either way, I'm one of your satisfied customers.

FoZZY MoPPET, I hope I never meet you in person.
I think it would be like going to the Natick Town Hall
and looking at pictures of sex offenders.
You took this into account when you joined the internet.
That's intelligence,
If there's no other intelligence on the planet.

FoZZY MoPPET, I hope your hands don't shake
With rage at our deception still.
I don't know what you're up to now,
But if you have half a mind, reupload,
and I'll go back to being silent around you.

Love, Billy

New Draft

It's time to give up sex for good.

Save the candy and ice cream.
I'm coming back for good,
For good are mountains and sane are streams.
Four letter words include: good

It's time to give up sex for good.

Confrontations of my thumb
jab backward at the sky.
Hitchhiking is illegal
in more than one
State.

Save the candy and ice cream,
I'm coming back for good,
For wise is water and mountains good.
Four letter words include: good

It's time to give up good for good.
I'll be swearin a lot less I guess.

That's Baby Me

Bones in your nose and mud between your toes
sub rosa I befriended your foes and
I stared at you between two shrubberies
but baby, that's me

Your hair hurts your scalp from the slightest
tug, and I withdrew every time I heard you scream
in pain I got glad cause it felt so real
but baby that's me

I let you cook while I stared at the rain
you thought I didn't know about you, sayin,
"Would you like me to help you, chouchou?"
but baby, that's me

"Je ne sais pas how to feel for another,"
I only said that cos I didn't wanna bother.
Again I knew to confuse is my only habit
but baby again, that's me.

Your utopian hands picking truffles in the forests
in your utopian arms lain the beggars of tourists
across the street, proud birds eyed the money exchange

Your utopian eyes lain upon my spite
and saw only the most beautiful light.
I'll leave him here forever as a dingy bulb
but I'll wish those dark wooden eyes were on me

Bones in your nose and mud between your toes
sub rosa I befriended your foes and
I stared at you between two shrubberies
and baby, that's me

Your hair hurts your scalp from the slightest
tug, and I withdrew every time I heard you scream
in pain I got glad cause it felt so real
and baby, yeah, that's me

I let you cook while I stared at the rain
you thought I didn't know about you, sayin,
"Would you like me to help you, chouchou?"
and baby, that's me

"Je ne sais pas how to feel for another,"
I only said that cos then I didn't wanna bother.
Again I know that to confuse is my only habit
and baby, yeah, that's me.

The Dance Which Could Be Perfect, We Don't Know

I danced the 'poke the sky' above the back of my head under a billion lights. One hundred and twenty three lights floated overhead. True they were lighted by Prometheus but then they had been harnessed by the bite-sized torch. Countless more flew and a few of each were snuffed out by night like dead lights hissing beneath a cellar-door.

I cup a glass which holds a gulp of cava which had persevered in a cave in Spain for many years. I read the residues clinging to the sloped sides and store them in my memory. I shall retrieve these in twenty years for the Elephant Dance. The bubbles pop at the surface top releasing old air. Into the whittle wind, it flows Southeast.

I'm atop a peat bog. Right under my feet preserved neatly, rests one hundred and twenty generations of insecurity. The ancient pottery here was used for feeding men with ugly mustaches. And to the Northeast are some bone knuckles of magpie bone buried down deep. They were unfortunately thrown down during an Anguish Dance.

I danced the 'poke the sky' above the back of my head under another billion lights. The gulp of cava stained my shirt, sewn in China by men with ugly mustaches. The cotton seeds were crushed with ancient magpie bones. Countless more bulbs floated above. And a few of these were snuffed out of sight. The dead light hisses beneath a cellar-door.

Need

I need you to raise the roof of the satellite. I left my homework in the bottom steel drawer with the red tape. Yeah, the second from the left. Put it in a...okay! Perfect, thanks Odin...Hey, Have a nice mission, Odin. I'm gonna start in on my ground assignment....Yes, you too, au revoir!



..So I'll get it in three space days?
[Works like dog years. Multiply Human-Earth years by 4.3.]
That's not too long. Gives me time to start work on the linoleum counter-top.

Under my seat I left a treat for myself: a golden tree-lever. When I'm not looking I'll go outside and start growing trees from seeds. It's only right. I've called it into space and that takes care of that.

Install a chip in my brain
to take care of automation,
make cobwebs into cables. Run the cables around the chip in a fashion not unlike gears in a war, and unleash the vicious power.
But first I'm going to play with my golden brielevel. When I'm not looking I'll go outside and start flattening the tops of wedges of cheeses. But first I'll learn how to cook the brie. But the ingredients are far away and the time it takes...but I'll do it. What do I need?

I'll helicopter into bed and do it first thing.

I'd like a goldfish I think. Are there goldfish stores? Or do I have to wait for a fair an affair ay that's not fair, google found it for me already. It's saving me so much time...how did they make google? What time did the owner direct connect to the internet and famously he did in an instant.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, now that's a guy I'd like to read. Maybe after I finish my homework. Did it come yet? Not for a few days, I wonder how they designed all the materials I should ask Gorgeuhon, the resident materials magician.

Native American Indians sure were great. I need to read more about them