Crappy Peanuts

Local Bar Has Crappy Peanuts
patrons evacuate to playground
(DP) 10.30.04

"God d(expletive) fu(expletive)in' sh(expletive)ty bar nuts, that's what did it. Put us over the top" said (anonymous) after she and two friends overtook a bartender and ran away with several bottles of booze to a local playground this Saturday. The group had become increasingly upset at the state of the cuisine and decided to take matters into their own hands. According to authorities the trio also raided the kitchen cabinets of a local parents house and then proceeded to get plowed a few yards from the jungle gym. (anonymous), a self taught chef, provided the group with crackers and peanut butter which was a welcome change.

At present authorities are unsure of what to do about the situation. "Well, they got a point. I mean you ever been there, those nuts really are crappy" said officer Friendly, a local deputy. Judge Jackem who is presiding over the case also strongly agreed with same sentiments. " Although there aren't any laws on the books that say I can, we might just shove those peanuts up the owners (expletive)".

The owner of the local bar is being held in custody until further investigations are concluded. Asked about a possible solution the owner replied "I could put out some popcorn ... maybe they'd give my liquor back and I can go home"


This Article says it all.


This thing

This is the Welwitschia.
It looks strangely very alive as if it may get up at any moment. Looking at it I think of the Snuffalopagus (sp? sue me I haven't watched S Street lately), the pods in Invasion of the body snatchers, and those plants in Dungeon Siege. I wanna hug it.

I'm going to be involved in a tricycle race. The tricycle race to the whitehouse for a Halloween carnival. It's a very pleasant affair. I'm not sure exactly what I'm learning but I'm sure it's something.

Something to read whilst looking at this plant.

ah, also, a plug for the plug ... Habari Xenu for Firefox.



2 Minutes to Midnight
Adrian Smith, Bruce Dickinson

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Some blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers
The napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.


The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.


Midnight...all night...

Gotten from Iron Maiden Lyrics

Metalheads got it a long time ago. I'll always be down with Iron Maiden. They introduced me to the concept of rebellion. I had their posters plastered all over my walls. Those guys were my heroes man because they roamed the world raising hell and they had something to say. Not to mention the fact that they have the gnarliest mascot ever in the history of mankind. I wouldn't want to find him under my bed. To top it all off, they're still raising hell and they're good at it.


UP THE IRONS is not a statement towards promoting violence on others. It's a statement of pasion and unity amongst fans of Iron Maiden. Nuf said.


Plain return

Back to the beginning in many ways. Over the course of two years my life has taken drastic twists and turns in the pursuit of something that, now, I know I never really wanted in the first place. It was an ideal that couldn't sustain in reality. The pursuit has caused a personality change into one of doubt at times, a sort of fear of the future, and a gnawing bitterness over things which I cannot control. I had to ask myself what I was doing here in the rat race. Am I really following a path with heart or am I simply pursuing some sort of external recognition? A place in society that would validate me as worthy of respect. A piece of paper that I could hold up as proof that I belong in the machine., that I have some sort of power here. The truth is that I don't believe I will ever fit into the mechanism. I wasn't born for it. A week ago I drank myself into the ground which is something I haven't done for a very long time. Some people consider it a good time but for me it's a sign of bad tidings. Rebelling through self destruction. No good.
After some considerable time spent meditating and reflecting a whole new direction has opened up that seems right now as if it was always supposed to be there. Life has come full circle and I know much more now than I did then.
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