tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-113822772009-10-13T03:55:11.332-05:00I am a traveler. My mission: to drive through galaxies in search of life forms never before seen. My only nemesis: the Duchess of Hazard who transmits her distraction devices through such things as free cable and bathtubs of unusual sizes. When I finally submit my findings I will be sent home. Until then I will enjoy every alter universe I stumble upon and with them all the chicken rings and santana covers they have to offer. bye-bye. rsrobotskirthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09149847824846294784noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11382277.post-29445301816342020972007-07-21T20:29:00.000-05:002007-07-21T20:53:53.526-05:00

friends,I have been on a top-secret mission for the last many moons. So secret, in fact, that I am still not sure what my orders are. I write to you huddled under a walnut shell wearing fake eyebrows. My disguise grows limper by the minute and I fear they will soon lose their adhesive. The sharks continue to swarm with boredom. The plan: throw a bag of Carson's ribs out of the walnut shell and

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Dear Mandarin Psychologist:Sometimes I throw my cell phone at people, cats and at times parked cars. Now I have no friends and sit at home eating freezer burned fudgey pops all day, all by myself! Now I throw my cell phone at Dr. Phil but he can't respond. Now I'm lonely WITH a cracked TV screen. Help!Signed,Major Freak-outDear Major Freak-out:Do You Need Counseling Ask Yourself These Questions?

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.fin.

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hi,not sure how i got sucked in here, but i'm here.some day i'll have something to say.

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.FFK hasn't left his room in three weeks. He has "Bad Mood" by the musical group Helmet playing on repeat. He also has it in three different languages which I find to be quite amazing. The German one makes me frightened. There are now three cracks in the wall underneath our family portrait. I put a sticky note under the door and it got stuck half way under. I don't think he's noticed it and I

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.Dear latest crush,You'll probably get this late since I don't see you that often. I was going to go to the game Thursday but I had softball practice. I had to go because we DO need practice. And I was going to go Sunday but I had to go to a party.By the way, remember that ugly bike I was riding? Well I don't have to anymore. I got a 12-speed mountain bike. At least it's better than the other one

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.My friends have informed me that because a new calendar year has been instated it was mandatory for me to come up with some things that I will promise to do differently in the next 365 days. I will keep a running list to document my progress. 1) Get a trainer: status complete-see attached hyperlink 2) Stop and smell the flowers - IN PROGRESS bought some haven't stopped yet 3) REVISED: TAKE

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. Looking for a new pod is like sweet kisses from a dirty vacuum. I am losing strength. All the hallways reek from a combination of ramen noodle soup, lemon pine cleaners and dirty sneakers. The hallways that I can afford with my monthly cash dollars, that is. The sharks are swarming around the smell of new ink on a blank check. I am swarming from the designer imposter cologne. I sit at a sterile

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(quoted from Oscar Wilde)"Strive hard to be the person you want to be; meanwhile the universe will think it is dealing with someone you have yet to become.”(quoted from future self)

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...and another mouth to feed. I have decided to keep a log of first audible human interactions from each morning. My attempt is to uncover a consistent correlation between time of day and language choice. Here begins a running list of the first utterances of the day in my general direction. Wednesday December 14th, 2005"After you sir, I mean madam."Findings: Common social bumble...today I donned

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.I was sent to an event called a roller derby. I did some research by looking at old roller-skating magazines from the years 1977 and 1984. I discovered that in order to fit into this setting I would need to use a curling device to “feather” my hair….the result is a strand convention resembling the delicate wing of a surly macaw. I went to a clothing store to gather up a one piece leotard and a

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Salutations Mr. Harley Lipman Esq. Feudal Lord:It appears as though you have hired new help to tend to your fields. I have neither seen them nor the two k9s they have in their company. I am writing this letter to say you were right. I should not have a dog on the premises....but someone should, that someone being not me, preferably. Now I see, it all makes so much sense, like putting my forehead

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.Oh dear me! I fear that something is the matter with Killah. He has been withdrawn and listening to loud and morose musicals from his sleeping quarters. I have taken to watching backlog episodes of Jenny Jones and Philip Donohue. Each one makes me cry just a little more and each one makes me get up and turn another lock on my front hatch. Do I need to send my sweet sweet little fish face to a

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fish face killah did his taxes today, then went to band practice and wrote a song called plaid rock.

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Humphrey asks: How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?Wow Humphrey....you're smart. But not smart enough. You see the question is hypothetical. One does not need to spend time deciphering how much wood a woodchuck would chuck, because as the question points out, that is if a woodchuck could indeed chuck wood. I think, in order to answer this question, we need to

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throw them out.

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lady paradethey parade your ladyone small hand soaringover broad shoulders and smilesyou motion for me from around the cornercheers dissolve into the brickwith glasses raisedyou whisper a toast “to happiness.”

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.Are your appliances sluggish?Is your toothbrush not as perky as it use to be?Does your hallway light seem dull and gloomy?Of course they do!You need to find them a mate!inani*MATE™©® is a for profit, all risk, partial service that is dedicated to matching your loveless possessions with other equally lonely objects in your area. Let's find an item for your items!Just look at these testimonials

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Fish Faced Killah and I have been ransacking our pod in search of extra US currency to purchase coveted bootlegged manuscripts of the tele-series "Lost". Not only did we manage to destroy our living quarters, we uncovered: one cheeto, an exploded battery, a ripped calendar photo of Joey Lawrence (swoon), and a tiny unidentifiable solar system, none of which are worth close to what we need. As a

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Not only was yesterday the autumnal equinox, but a good friend informed me that it was also Frodo and Bilbo Baggins' birthdays. It's been some time since I've thought about the wisdom found in those pages. I'm grateful for the wink and elbow.Ent's song about the loss of their WivesEnt: 'When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf,and sap is in the bough;When light is on the wild-wood stream,and wind is

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Salutations Mister Harley Limpman Feudal Lord, esq. III:I am tapping these tiny letters on these tiny buttons in a manner that is both exhausted and morose. Since you have not been able to break open my rib cage and remove my still beating heart in the past I see you have decided to take a different approach. This time you've decided to yank it out through the openings of my rib cage with your

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dancingspinningswirlingyou were once stuffedalmondscapersjalepenosgarlicsonionspimentosthe pit replacedby contents all too smallthey've left you andloiter at the bottom of a jarwith a fancy labelyou are soaked in ginall the swords are brokenthe toothpick makes its own holedance till the liquid is goneyou are nextwith love and tragedy,johnny *heart* sweatheart

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I have been sent from my new sleep chamber to a far Northern galaxy. This latest mission is met with much apprehension as my shiny unconscious platform configuration leaves me craving it every time I blink. This blink pattern is something I am not accustomed to and each time I close a lid I have to voluntarily open it after .09 milliseconds. Sometimes, when there is much to process at once I will

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