> joy to the vorld

> ouchie

> mindfcukers beware

> breathless

and it is with tears i end my early morning sabbatical into the realm of happiness and contentment, past days a dream a flash a warm cuppa milo thick with words and feelings oblivious to the universe around us as we dance freely among the glittering tulip-constellation stars twinkling in thy eyes and a gaze that warms the shivering soul and could engulf and destroy the night-skies with but a

> as the moolah turns

t'was with utter disgust and envy that i had subjected myself to by sitting thru an entire half-hour episode of mtv's "rich girls" (pls do bear in mind dear readers; that im a fulltime-bum now wif nary a life to speak of and that cable is the devil). disgusted wif the sheer idiocy of them rich-folks >> ignorami-one-time *faints-falls-down-stairs-crashboom* and shopping spending throwing away

> turnin' tricks and takin' names

230pm and it hits me like a tight schlap outta nowhere:im a prostitute standing on a wrong street-corner.time to up the ante and beat a different path instead of just bending over and wondering how it would feel to lie on my back instead.and of coz im still bent over. *ouchie*

> wads tis world comin' to

shepherd is dead. raven manitou is dead. bont is finally dead. the world thinks banner is dead. mary jane might die. the ultra-hadeen is back. zod is back. jean grey is back and the danger room is angry.the impermanence in my alternate reality fascinates and awes me to the point of disgust and self-loathing, tho the taste is ultimately schweet, for they treat me well and grants me occassional

> once more, with feeling

up and about at four-pee-em, with barely seven-hours' worth of blatant snoring (*heck how would i know if im snoring? im asleep!*) and i've just finished all my work i need to do for the day! (*legit-work, anyways*) ~ which was just a long-assed-email/quotation for a possible gig (*that of coz will def fcuk-over my life again, as all jobs do in this corner of thy parallel-universe*) and ima

> i is fcuked

8am on a monday morning and im wondering where the fcukz everyone else? oh yah, they're waking up from a weekend's peaceful slumber while i have yet to shower my crusty-smelly-pungent-lard-filled-nicotine-tinged-body from the fab night-out before and have yet to count a single jumping lambchop ... i. is. fcuked. period. thanking thy cyber-gawds for blogs ... maybe i'll pop in a dvd hhmmm ... *

> a schweet sunday and purdy pussy pix

there comes a time when things are seemingly out of your control that it sucks to even breathe while in the company of desire and lust but you thank the almighty mindfcuk-gawds that there it is you sit and you should be fcuking happy and such and you are and you huff'n'puff and you smile a silent genuine smile a smile so rare you relish it like you do after nicotine-cold-turkey for sixty-days and

> of clowns and cobwebs

have ya ever had the feeling you're chained to the net? the worldwideweb has you firmly trapped within itz sticky-wiky-cyber-webs, and ya struggle like a frenzied lil insect; hoping to burst free but secretly still relishing the weightlessness of being suspended above gravity, in the web? that you actually choose to be that lil insect of no significant import. altho deep in your hearts of

> ya snooze, ya lose

> from this day forth ...

and on this day of the 19th, in the dead of an early morn (and why the heck im awake at five-freeking-thirty in the morning?), i signed-up and lay claim to this little corner of the www as my OWN! mine, Mine MIIIIINE! MUAHAHAHAHAHA ... ahem, pardon me, wherez my manners? LEFT THEM BACK HOME, i shout! and that'll be it for this blog = for i shall go on about anything i wanna and darn well please!