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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #488 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "Enticing and Dicing" !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Mooer !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 2/10/99 !!
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total silence, i am mute. sometimes i fell -- like the trash door
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is open. TRASH ROOM PLEASE KEEP DOOR CLOSED. tonight, i'm typing in
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notepad because anything with kerning will drive me crazy and microsoft
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has yet to discover that word and every other program is so fucking ugly.
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last night, i went to a party with some close friends and i got a little
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imbibed. and so the party went on and closeness with woo became the total
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goal. i didn't even really want to, but the cute one was too much of a
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goal. straightfoward game, let's play it. and the person that i really
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wanted to get close to was too drunk to play. i can't believe that life
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is so freaking up-down, drugs of sex entered the game. tonight i was
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called a fucking hoar (not whore) and i could really be mad for the sake
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of just being really pissed off because i can't get what i want.
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so, i smoked a cigarette looking for a solution to the moodiness.
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i should run more. but learning to snowboard is a better option i think.
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don't read this thinking that you'll find out what it is i want. talking
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to you is like talking to a small child. nothing is quite complete.
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nothing is quite complete. perhaps a cup of tea. mood mender or tension
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tamer. how disquiet can function as a sense of time. can you multiply
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by your 11's? i don't think so. i tested you out and you sucked at it.
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please go sit in the other corner and stop trying to read all that i'm
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trying to say. the flowers in the corner smell like shit and all that
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film noir. i wish i could just stop smelling so keenly.
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being with you again was empty. empty. didn't really want to kiss
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you. didn't really want to make your spine tingle.
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i couldn't really get a buzz. i couldn't really feel your heart.
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i couldn't really want to have you.
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how disjointed and dicked over can you get? i think i reached the
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limit and i think i have to burst.
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i haven't used the phone or smacked it lately.
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ad hoc tryping.
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design is intent. control and communication. lust and love of
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letter and form.
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boy george never sounded so good. cry do you really want to.
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i'm going outside.
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #488, WRITTEN BY: MOOER - 2/10/99 !!
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