feel sorry for the freak accident at zendik farm that put my name on their little characature of the dead man. relief the bitch got taken down as if our website isn't enough of an eyesore as it is. shitstain.
sincerely,
frogs live. eat it, destinklee.
Posted by: Michael J on 04-30-08:
You're Welcome
Posted by: Frog on 03-30-08:
k revel everyone is not arol, only arol is arol, you win. the point is that the truth stands for itself, so i do too, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it, which puts your tiny power trip right in its place doesnt it. doesnt matter anyway. cheers.
The Till Action Science Media Laboratory presents:
MURDERMAN ODDESEY! or A pragmatic guide on how to shit, how to fuck and how to kill
This is tentatively going to be my next music program. I think it's going to be about
a young man who grows up to be a murderer. The story would track the young man, named
Brian, through three key stages as noted by the three books of his life: How to Shit, Fuck
Kill. "How to shit" would show Brian's relationship with his mother who obsesses on
Brian's failure to learn how to control his bowels. Later in life, during the book "How to
Fuck", Brian's father insists that Brian may be a homosexual and incapable of having sex
with a woman. Horrid sexual abuse ensues. Later in life during the last book "How to Kill",
Brian's life comes to a head when he decides to murder someone. (I don't know who).
This is just a preliminary story line. I imagine the music to be more like "Thing & Nothing",
with some industrial/heavy metal tones added to make it mean.
Additionally, I would leverage some of the
song-writing lessons learned on Penisgeek as well. The overall effect would
be something spooky.
Listed below are preliminary characters, song titles and prologue lyrics. This was just
a draft I started on a plane ride a while ago. Without having written a note of music,
I would image using Dave G. as Brian's dad and Michelle as Lila Ray.
Characters:
Brian
Brian's mom
Brian's dad
Lila Ray, Brian's rape victim
Babs and leather
Lila Ray, Brian's murder victim
How to shit:
Oh shit (I pissed on the floor again)
Squat, crunch and shake
Swimming with the terds
Chariots of shit
Nobody loves you (or your smelly, shitty butt)
How to fuck:
The teenage pussy squad
God bless the sundress
Fantasy rapist
The introduction to motion
The functions of woman
The anatomy of fucking
Pornorhea
Nobody fucks you
How to kill:
A short practice of surgery
The aggregate of horror
Murderman odyssey
Murderman Odyssey (Preliminary DRAFT)
The air of failure drips like milk from his quagmire lips, slick and full of piss.
One fell song breathes truer than a his own disgusting, stinking carcass.
A rail road tie stuck high within the inner reaches of his own tender anus.
Here's Brian, watch him fuck up.
Three simple lessons begs the music's love.
One cigarette butt for every truth ever squandered.
Two warts for every love since extinguished.
Three shit-stains for every mindless, gut-wrenching fuck he's ever mustered to stomach.
Three simple lessons, ah, these are the ones that present the professional fees to jackasses like consultants and bus drivers and me,
keeping us alive, second-hand, filled with beef and cheese.
Dummy. You fucking dummy. They go like this:
1. The pragmatic guide to early control and managed devices. A simple network of valves and lifts, the early schematics that glides and shifts. The simple procedures, the endearing feelers, that let you know when its time to shitÉ
One cigarette butt for every truth ever squandered.
Two warts for every love since extinguished.
Three shit-stains for every mindless, gut-wrenching fuck he's ever mustered to stomach.
2. The pragmatic guide to penile discharge and vaginal secretions earns as much frustration and as much respect as the first lesson, and although not dependant, cherishes skills learned before. These are the mounts that involve more than one, and therefore may rely on willing volunteers. Especially, those who come equipped with complimentary valves and lifts, and, who hopefully have mastered book number 1
One cigarette butt for every truth ever squandered.
Two warts for every love since extinguished.
Three shit-stains for every mindless, gut-wrenching fuck he's ever mustered to stomach.
3. The pragmatic guide to smashing someone's brains in with repeated blows with a closed fist to the head is a safety net for those who failed lessons one and two. It can actually be the sum of its fellows, although people have failed the first two without making it to the third, and there are some who have made the third, even though they passed the former fine. It's murder, man, and it's not pretty or safe, you sick fuck.
Brian dumped the first one, but it's not all his fault. His momma was tough, and she lost her luck, trying to teach other's the same.
feel sorry for the freak accident at zendik farm that put my name on their little characature of the dead man. relief the bitch got taken down as if our website isn't enough of an eyesore as it is. shitstain.
sincerely,
frogs live. eat it, destinklee.
Posted by: Michael J on 04-30-08
You're Welcome
Posted by: Frog on 03-30-08
k revel everyone is not arol, only arol is arol, you win. the point is that the truth stands for itself, so i do too, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it, which puts your tiny power trip right in its place doesnt it. doesnt matter anyway. cheers.
Posted by: . on 03-28-08
right, well i guess expecting that drastic of a process acceleration isn't rational is it. *shrug* well if it makes any difference,I myself as Steve,am NOT a wound up nature show host or school shooter or some random person who cant manage to get off their ass without external encouragement or anyone else I killed who's name was Steve.THAT Steve is DEAD in the final context of the word and no one in their RIGHT MIND cares, to continue identifying with him as a living being.This is ludicrous.
Posted by: seventh cloners cloners clone's clone of a seventh cloners cloners clone's clone's clone on 03-19-08
everything is enchanted. enchantment is the more melodic synonym of entropic gravity touching closer to its etheric nature as you see it takes the cemetary out of the song in essence linguistically. take, for example, my radio. it's an inexpensive cd player and am/fm model with no tape player and no clock- i had the option to let my mom get me a pricier model because it was a birthday gift but the other model was unaesthetic. the brand name printed on it demanded attention. this little guy doesn't ask me to look at it. after my mom bought it for me i gave it back then bought it off her, which sounds like nonsense maybe but thats what i had to do for it to be mine. now its in my aparment sitting on the microwave, plugged into the wall (the radio is, not the microwave), but i never use it, nor do i intend to. i never turn it on. i don't own any cds and i'm not interested in the radio stations. it's just important, for some reason, that that thing is there. it's existence and presence in my apartment in and of itself is the manifested expression of the radio station i'm listening to, the radio, at least that part of it that is there merely to act as a mental reference point to the radio, to itself, to the essence of the here and now that is the true raw nature of time as it would otherwise be forgotten in the false context of memory. there is no music that is richer than this. there is no signal stronger than silence as all sound is contained within it. everything is enchanted by silence. the strength of an existences enchantment is measured by the strength of its silence. this is true for all of existence including within the context of music as expressed in the wake of silence.
Posted by: i agree on 03-17-08
revel is a coward on an ego trip. no argument there at all. i am you as you are he and you are me and we are all NOT -that- guy revel.
Posted by: . on 03-17-08
there's obviously a direct connection between time travel and the dimensions. when a person time travels the first thing that happens is that they effectively erase their original timeline, so there has to be somewhere for te traveller to be wen their originating timeline is gone, and that is the dimensions/dimensional existance, which is the same as the place refered to as the other side, which is accessable by degree of indisposal to physicality, of course. it i by order of the cessation of interest in the expression of the local timeline that the traveller is imparted visibility within this field, and this process may be expressed in varying degrees of speed. the traveller for example may wish to sift bulk from their observed expression or to purge it, perhaps in haste, which would lengthen the process, as more bulk would then be created while attempting to escape entropic gravity which no one can do on the other side or on this one.
Posted by: Emmanuel Teijeiro. Original creator of homestarrunner.com on 02-11-08
so i was like "i sure am the original creator of homestarrunner.com and i don't give a fuck who your two brothers think they are". and that was that.
Posted by: frog on 02-08-08
in response to "black lentil"'s prattle about sporky:
dude, how are you going to say that it's SAD that a kid named after a plastic fork and spoon combination i ate parfaits from kentucky fried chicken with when i was the same age he was when we were both on the farm does better growing up in the mainstream, using a username that's just a ripoff of kira's, and an incoherent one at that, and expect to be taken seriously? i mean, by anyone intelligent, obviously you succeeded in shutting down the thread and making a spectacle of hipforums moderatorship, but that's beside the point. or is it. heh. nevermind. good job genius.
Posted by: post regarding revel's ego trip in zendik forums on 01-28-08
Revel: (clears throat) Everyone (in the context of this dicussion) IS Arol, and everyone else here for that matter. You ARE a weak masochistic conceited bitch, and a failure at life. I AM intelligent and confident enough not to bother wasting my time either advising or commanding you to "get some class" as I DO recognize the boundary between my responsibility and yours, and that IS the reality you have to face every day of your life, waking or sleeping. I AM the winner of that and any other existing argument for that matter, and I AM at this moment as these words are spoken, a better zendik than you, a better man than you, and a better person than you, BECAUSE my response to life is YES, to knowing that the one bearing the devils advocate excuse is the fool, the martyr, the retard, and the loser, being yourself, in that matter, of course. Cheers (to me). Blan.
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