Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
January 6, 2009 ~ 12:32:15 AM * -08:00ST
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Log # 400
Are you out in public right no…
Are you out in public right now? Just sorta…there? Look around you. See that guy? Right now he’s thinking about having sex with your FEET.
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on June 23rd, 2008 ~ 03:38:19 AM
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Log # 399
Just announced on CNN:Scientis…
Just announced on CNN:Scientists in the Pacific northwestern United States proved conclusively today that no one gives a shit about Bigfoot.
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on June 22nd, 2008 ~ 11:47:32 PM
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Log # 398
@LibbyBulloff Don’t miss F. v…
@LibbyBulloff Don’t miss F. von Stuck’s “Sin”, which I adored for years before it ambushed me at the Frye. Dim and dangerous, that lady is.
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on June 22nd, 2008 ~ 11:45:33 PM
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Log # 397
@ectomo POKEY WIENERS
@ectomo POKEY WIENERS
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on June 21st, 2008 ~ 06:41:20 PM
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Log # 396
My nails are growing back, str…
My nails are growing back, strong with the exception of my right middle, Fuck You finger, which is weak and short. I call it the Fail Nail.
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on June 21st, 2008 ~ 12:25:06 PM
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Log # 395
The Golden Age of Prints Approacheth (Again)
As I type this, I am one-fisting a foiled chicken burrito, naked, praying for death or at least coma.
I keep telling myself that Seattle will be worse this summer, that at least in Death Valley there is interesting wildlife and free-for-the-taking transients on every corner. I made the right choice, I say, wheezing. Gas may be five dollars per gallon, but all my motors run on hate. I’ll be fine.
I laid down a sizable smatter of smackers for a replacement printer today, meaning that the Etsy store is about to go back up.
ECTOBEE: I gonna die.
STICKYPIG: this heat is horrid.
ECTOBEE: I don’t even have AC.
ECTOBEE: I’m gonna be one of those old people you hear about, found jerkified on their sofas.
STICKYPIG: they will find you, full of sadness, but still start chewing on you.
When I stand up, my little folding camp chair remains adhered to my generous buttocks. I do this for you.
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Eliza Gauger on June 20th, 2008 ~ 06:43:46 PM
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Log # 394
Hoist Petard, Stoic Adventurer…
Hoist Petard, Stoic Adventurer, keeps his offices on the third floor of the Sadblurbs Bldg, DeBoom St, in a bad area of Cripplegate Within.
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on June 18th, 2008 ~ 11:41:09 AM
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Log # 393
Ever have one of those black m…
Ever have one of those black moods drape around you, drape and CLING, like popped gum slapping back over your cheeks? Yeah, me neither.
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on June 17th, 2008 ~ 09:58:42 AM
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Log # 392
Pretty sure I just saw a disca…
Pretty sure I just saw a discarded dildo, balls and all, on I-505 coming out of Vacaville.
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on June 13th, 2008 ~ 03:11:19 PM
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Log # 391
The Horror
