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[11 Jun 2008|03:23pm] |
Aol's doing it's best to fuck with me again. More of those hilarious constant disconnections, the kind that piss me off without equal. There's nothing more annoying to me than a connection that does not fucking connect. This is an AOL problem. I know this, because although the router is old and failing by router standards, these problems are consistent with problems we've had with AOL before, when i'd just got the router.
Basically, I want to cut AOL's cock off and stamp on it. It's massive, throbbing, wanking corporate fucking cock.
Another night without booze on Tuesday, and another one tonight. Hopefully. I don't have a reason to drink. That's five days in just over a week I haven't drunk. So far this week:
Monday: Poker night. Guiness and white wine.
Tuesday: Nothing!
Wednesday: Probably nothing. Let's see how I do.
Thursday: Pro Evo, and probably booze. Planned.
So planned nights are alright. I'm doing well!
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[11 Jun 2008|03:31pm] |
Aromas sweeten my nasal pallette,
evocations speak to me,
drifting sparks and red rose petals on my tongue,
remind me of the kiss of sweet delight,
left upon my ocean floor,
sun dried leaves and dew morn lovers,
twilight dips undeer trees, and under our covers,
we glow, we glow,
like lamplights fireflies,
my love holds close to the river's edge,
dancing and kicking it's legs,
staying just above the rippling pools,
lying back on the bank, the grass is warm,
I feel you waken, I hear your yawn,
hair damp on one side, clinging to your lips,
dress torn, your drowned soul sleeps
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[11 Jun 2008|03:49pm] |
I can think up some beautiful things. Delicate textual flutterings, like rainbows of colourful butterflies hugging lakes in summer. I often wonder why i'm capable of that one minute, and then I remember that earlier, I wrote a piece in which Frasier Crane goes into his bedroom, which now contains a wall with several penises that he's severed from the corpses of people who perished in the nuclear attack on Seattle (See older posts), hanging from minature nooses. All in a row. And he sucks each one, in turn, while wacking himself dry.
What's it all about, eh?
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[11 Jun 2008|06:49pm] |
Hmmm..I think I may have to re-think my plans. Looks like some friends may be in town. I don't mind spontaneous drinking when it's fun spontaneous drinking.
We'll see. I need to change.
Bye.
My chest hurts.
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[11 Jun 2008|06:55pm] |
It's Euro 2008 news time. Sweden beat Greece 2-0 in the late kick off, and in the earlier one, David Villa snagged a hat trick as my adopted team beat Russia 3-0! Fernando didn't score, but he set one up well brilliantly. He and Villa have a telepathic understanding. They also have an intimate understanding, from what I can see.
Check this out!
Look at them. It's like two lovers rolling around on a beach in a romantic tv movie, ain't it! Gotta love 'em. They'll be back in a few days time. Hooray!
Today, Filoux Pastry Scolari's Portugal beat Czech It Out Republic 3-1. Bonanza stanza!
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