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La mosca. Bizz Bizz. You wanna some suga? I gots whatcha need.

Sexton Mountain Mariposa Lily. ::Gape::

Ralph Nader finally got his point across.

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David...that's not what to do when impressing the ladies.

A Relaxing Day in the Pool in Tokyo

What could we have learned?

A green haired white boy Hsieh searches for the right tonic

What the heck Hsieh? You don't make any sense now. Or do you?

But this I admit
Tastes so good,
hard to believe an end to it
Smell touch feel.


Hmm. I wonder...

This is Juan Rulfo, the "supermexicano" who wrote Pedro Paramo. How does one who looks this distinguished write such a Dali-esque novel? I believe only Mr. Paramo can tell us himself...

MS - Senor Rulfo, how and why did you write Pedro Paramo?

JR - You think I wrote it? Hah, I scoff at you. (scoff scoff scoff scoff) It was not I, but the leprechaun in my closet who wrote this bewildering story.

MS - But Senor Ruflo, you are accredited with writing this amazing work. Why would you put your name on something that is not yours?

JR - Dinero, amigo, Dinero. What more is there to life but money? Surely, a bright nino such as yourself would know such a common principle.

MS - ...

JR - Heath chocolate and lots of sauerkraut.

MS - What?!?! Is that the true secret to your success? Was your leprechaun escapade just an extension of your vast humor reserve?

JR - Shut up you. You make me sad.

MS - I'm sorry, senor. What is the problem?

JR - I said SHUT UP YOU.

MS - Hmm. (hums Contaminame)

JR - (perks up his ears and sways to the rhythm)

MS - Contaminame...Mezclate conmigo!!

JR - I SAID SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!!!

MS - Um. Erm. Okay.

JR - Thank you. (pics up War and Peace and begins reading the first page, albeit upside down)

MS - Um...Excuse me, Senor Rulfo?

JR - WHAT IS IT YOU KNAVE, YOU BUMBLING FOOL! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M READING?

MS - But senior, you are reading the book upside down.

JR - No dip sherlock. This helps me feel the work from a new perspective. War and Peace is a world turning masterpiece. It was meant to be read upside down.

MS - That's it, this guys full of it. (gets up to leave)

JR - I'm afraid your mistaken, young sod. You see, my magic realism extends beyond the literary realm. In fact, I am a practicing mystic. SHIM SHIM SHALA BIM!

MS - (turns into a pile of gleaming viscera, an apparent allusion to Chronicle of a Death Foretold)

JR - I laugh at you. Psht.

MS - Crazy old fool. That book came after your time.

JR - Shut up you. You know nothing. You are simply a worhless IB student...

How does one make a movie about Pedro Paramo? It seems too...random. But a structure exists, yes? Oh yea. It can be done then. Can it?

This is Pedro Paramo? Somehow I don't think so... It seems to...normal...peasant farmer...North Vietnamese...no...no way...NO....no way two classes crossover...NO!!!!...floof...

Ah, there it is. Looks old and worn down. Should I still knock? I don't know. I just don't know.

Das Yacht Club

Where's the backdoor to this place...?

Sometimes, You Gotta do whatcha gotta do...



Good ol' California. That's the place where I'm at, and don't let any of them hooligans tell you otherwise.

"Simply, I am a white woman trapped in the body of a black man who's trying to be a white man."

Hmm. Hsieh, perhaps your brother needs some counseling due to his Michael Jackson obsession. Who knows, maybe he's really an asian woman in a asian man's body trying to be a crazed albino pop singer who is actually a white woman trapped in the body of a black man who's trying to be a white man. Thus, you need to prevent your brother from achieving his goal of becoming a white man. White man, get your hands off her. GET AWAY FROM HER!!

At the Saudi Arabian Department of Motor Vehicles, Devi appeals their decision to mutilate her genitals for running a red light.

Sterilization can be advocated in the most subtle ways. Let's do like the Saudi's do and enforce harsher punishments for traffic regulations. That guy that keeps using the space in front of my house as a parking space is gonna get what's coming to him, that's for sure.

"Matt, there's got to be an easier way to catch the ferry!"

I don't care. California is on that boat.

"Look at that Arab-looking guy over there. I better get security... Agghhh, oh crap, I'm too full of chicken and ribs to move my fat ass off this folding chair. Oh well..."

Hey! Chicken and ribs are American tradition. Without them, we wouldn't be the largest country in the world. What? Russia is larger? No. They have skinny people, with no food, and thus no real power.

"Well, Mrs. Harding, you're pregnant."

Well, I'll be. Hsieh, did you do this? Shame on you.

"Ho, ho, ho, what would you like for Christmas?... Why are the children crying?"

Hum. Maybe Mr. Adkinson could give us his point of view on this peculiar turn of events.

A Step Past Blockage? I Think So. You be the Judge.

PoJo345: 1% warning? tsk tsk.
dMarTini585: who's this?
PoJo345: a friend of the beer, John Adams.
dMarTini585: oh wait...this is MATT ZAEBO!
dMarTini585: how did you get my sn?
PoJo345: Yessum.
PoJo345: Um, I don't rightly know, actually.
dMarTini585: haha....ok
dMarTini585: yeah, i dont know who put a warning on me but it used to be 3 %
PoJo345: Ahh. They warned you anonymously?
dMarTini585: i guess...i was dumb and didnt look for a name, i just clicked it off.
dMarTini585: i've never been warned before so i'm a little naive
PoJo345: Ah. Haha. Take it from an experienced veteran, warning someone else and getting warned yourself becomes such a daily occurrence that it doesn't even register.
PoJo345: Ah well. I must take my leave. My comfortable bed calls me.
PoJo345: Have a good night, and see you later.
dMarTini585: bye

OH my. Look at this shiz.

http://www.google.com/search?q=Olssen+Twins+&hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&start=10&sa=N

What's his maiden name?

Bungsaih: Bungsaih: hey
Bungsaih: did you do the DBQ?
Krayer: In what class? I'm sorry. Who are you?
Bungsaih: o
Bungsaih: so sorry
Bungsaih: brian hsieh
Bungsaih: i imed the wrong window
Bungsaih: haha
Bungsaih: so sorry
Krayer: Oh, hi.
Bungsaih: hey
Krayer: That's okay.
Krayer: Well, good luck with your homework.
Bungsaih: ah
Bungsaih: thanx
Krayer: Sorry if I was a bit blunt.
Bungsaih: no
Bungsaih: it was my bad
Krayer: Well, I figured most Internet perverts don't start with "have you done the DBQ," so I didn't click you away.
Bungsaih: haha

Sleep by a little brother

Sleeping is what I do at night
When I am tired, sore and just a little tired of all the fights
that happen during the day
I wish it would stop oh God I pray

Sleep gets all that bad stuff blocked out
All the Crimes,the talk, the horrible things
There are so many deaths a day I can't even count
People's lives are just like strings

Sleep gets you refreshed and ready for the day
So you can handle all the troubles in life
There were over 2 million deaths just in the month of May.

WRONG WRONG

http://www.emode.com/tests/uiq/

Anyone have any info about going to comfort Q tonight at 7?

Star gazing mega flash
You hit me like a cosmic blast
You've given me a technicolor world
Putting me in overdrive
Speed of light I'm so alive
Could you be my supernova girl

Zoom zoom zoom
Make my heart go. boom boom
My supernova girl

Visions of your pretty face
Send me into hyperspace
Caught up in a planetary whirl
Breathing in you give me air
I'm living off your solar flare
Could you be my supernova girl

One two three four five six seven eight
Interplanetary
Mega stellar
Hydro static
There's no gravity between us
Our love is automatic

sack of potatoes

Memories of Clam Bayou...

Seventy-five years ago, Al Capone ran rum through the coves and crannies of Clam Bayou on the west central coast of Florida. Today, Clam Bayou is one of the last naturally functioning estuaries on Boca Ciega Bay, a part of Tampa Bay. It is home to some of the few remaining otters, eagles and manatees in the bay, as well as terrapins in its creeks. Recreational anglers "in the know" try to navigate its shallows looking for the hefty-sized snook, redfish, and speckled trout that they prize.

Amazingly, Clam Bayou sits between the communities of St. Petersburg and Gulfport in the most densely populated county in the state. Its existence is continually threatened by suburban sprawl, encroaching development and polluted storm-water runoff. Yet, its value can be measured by more than beauty. Recreational fishing is one of the mainstays of local tourism, and, along with commercial fishing, they pump millions of dollars into the region's economy. Without natural enclaves like Clam Bayou, Tampa Bay as a whole loses its ability to nurture and sustain inshore and offshore fisheries.

The large, undeveloped parcels of Clam Bayou should be bought and preserved as a sanctuary. Additionally, an appropriate management plan must be developed to preserve the Bayou's function as a refuge, prevent further degradation caused by untreated storm water, and educate area residents on the intrinsic value of Clam Bayou.

The beautiful Hsieh family, several years ago. As you can see, a lot has changed, including the gender of the two children.

Mom and Dad relax while the two kiddies map out their raid. What comfort.

Mmph. Dreamy comes to mind, does it not?

Vermont. Look at that red sky. Red sky. Remember that Hsieh? Good times, good times.

The world is swaying, my friends.

Good idea. Yes. I think so.

Wadkaieal.

First in mind
Last in reality;
'Twas a bind
Not a specialty.

The time came to pass
I was ready to play.
The M acted like a jackass
I was not ready to stay.

They moved forward like things often do
Battles and ships, beams of light
Time opened its doors long after two
In spite of the blight of the gentle sight.

Oh, how the light played upon it
Like two spotlights fighting over a stage;
They rose, fell, and became lit,
Enclosing me within its cage.

You called me - yes you did!-
But awareness you did lack
As did I for the bid
Thought it a simple snack.

But no, my time had passed
And to my avail, again it came
But no, my aim was harassed
And to my lack, I lossed game.

The strike of an adder
Nothing less than mortal
Destroying my ladder,
My only escape portal.

The scar of sin.
The scent of the air.
The mark of death.
The beauty of the snare.

Has time been wasted
On this "has been" again?
Yet no one has tasted
What time offered when it began.

The road still lies in front
And my life grows
My path will continue on
And only time knows.

Background: Written at 12:30 AM on May 10, 2002. Research the life of the
author to understand the context in which the poem is written.

What is this poem about? If you really want to know, take a close look.
Examine the language, especially the similes and metaphors. What do they
mean? How do they mean?

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I thought so. don't reuse the first can of aerosal, or you will get a ghastly blimp on your left butt cheek.

ok.. I thought you didn't like it when we turned it counterclockwise. Nope. The windmill method is preferred by most women, in fact, a recent study shows that 99.32% of women dig the twist and spin of that rattata.

Ok. when?

during the later hours of the evening, when the man in the moon is out taking gemini stroll, and old mrs quimby is squirming in her squishy squid-patched bed. adams can let you know about that. that's right. john adams, the 2nd president of the US of A.

Bungsaih: he wants me to wear a wife beater
Bungsaih: and black pants
Yeah, ok mike. Don't get too far out of the physical realm, k?
Bungsaih: bruce lee sheet
Bungsaih: im not sure im gonna run aroud half naked though...

Party at Kirk's or Adams's tomorrow night? I need the help.

matt is a man with a hand !!! Wheres my mom ? do you live in pineapple land ! Stop_Matt@Stop_it.com !!!!

Anyone set for the NEW DEAL?

Man With Swords Arrested at Boston Airport; Panicked Passengers Ran Out of His Way
The Associated Press , via TampBay online | Published: Oct 22, 2001


Posted on 10/22/2001 7:26 AM Pacific by jerod


BOSTON (AP) - A man who walked through Logan International Airport with three samurai swords was arrested on disorderly conduct charges after nervous passengers scrambled to get out of his way.

Raymond Morrison, 23, of Dracut, did not attempt to breach security and apparently had no plans to fly anywhere, said Phil Orlandella, a spokesman for the Massachusetts Port Authority, which runs the airport.

But when Morrison walked up to three terminals Sunday wearing a cowboy hat, with the swords protruding from the waistband of his jeans, passengers became frightened.

"He caused a ruckus. People were panicking and running away," said state police Sgt. Edward Principe.

Morrison was scheduled to be arraigned Monday in district court.

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LOL, Hsieh you are a mastermind. Keep writing the good shiz, and I'll continue to give you a reason to come to school, if you know what I mean. (owww)

The peaceful nature of the household has in turn made me a tranquil person, searching for ways to solve problems with others by negotiation, subverting permanent negative residue.

oyez.

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Hum. Math port is tearing at me. MS word is not working...what do do? I'm dead.

Dance with me tonight...boom boom boom, back you are now, pushing on the dollar, more time.

boom boom, shoot you like a barbar...back you are now

pushing on the bottles

more time

(what technique)

boom boom mighty fine in dollars

Man, this isn't worth it. I could be sleeping now. But no, ooh no...i have to do this pipe.

There humanity goes again, playing god. When will it end?

"yeah..."

Sometimes

Yeah. I found it alright. Do you know what was inside? Ha, you will never
guess. NO, not in a million tries, a million years, or a million lives.
What was it? Ha. Do you really want to know? If you cut it down, then
you'll never know. Cut wha...ok. I see where this is headed. Trying to
find what is inside. Psychology will not get you inside, my friend. I know
all about your Freudian logic, and I certainly know all the tricks of your
subtle dissemination. So, move bus, get out the way, get out the way, get
out the way. You're not moving. You still what to know what is inside?
Well, I won't tell you. I mean, you could learn of glittering landscapes,
pine-fresh forests, blue-green oceans with millions of tiny fish eating lots
and lots of sea plankton that resembles small buckets of cream cheese that I
consume on a regular basis, and, first and foremost, the King of the
Wrinkles, in all his folding glory. So buckle up, sit back, and feel the
need for speed. What? That motif again. No, this is different. Ok. Hold
on tight, cause here we go - Where are we going? - Shut up you. You never
let me handle the tram - You are bad, worse than him, and certainly stuffier
than Pechorin - Alright, shut your mouth, and get out the way, bus, get out
the way - Hey, what is inside that frickin' box?. - Well, to tell you the
truth, it is full of leprechaun gold, methinks. Follow the rainbow, grasp
the railing with your left hand, and with your right plough through the
misty realm of Tome (#32) of the Frankish region. You don't get it either?
Well, just go. Go and be free, and don't let Mr. Kenney see. What, is that
you my father? Papa, please, I need more of your rupies. Ok, head down to
the Five and Dime and ask Mr. Schwartz if he would be so kind as to repay
the secret debt he owes me, accumulated during the Dark Ages when Jakob the
first was lord of this land. He will give it to you, but then you must
reply "Too Menne", and he will take back half of it and stuff it into his
shirt pocket. Thank him, and then you may do as you please. Thanks,
father. You're welcome son. I ran to the store and did what I was told,
but I was unexpectedly Pierced by Son Ba, Uer of all Europia. I thanked
him, and continued on my long journey.

Dreaming of Hsieh.

Hsieh Link finally connected.

Watch out Hsieh. SHE is coming for you.

I've decided that when I meet someone new, I'm going to start saying, "You seem nice. Are you?"

- Sarah B. from Que Sera Sera

When I was in the second grade, I got chicken pox. I was down and out for two weeks, but actually sick for only one. I was no longer contagious, but I was terrified to go back to school with any pox remnants on my face, because there was an especially nasty little boy in my class named Scott who was mean to me on a regular basis, and I sure as hell didn't want to give him any easy ammo.

My mother, however, being a shrewd and astute woman, quickly saw through my "I'm still sick" ruse, probably because I spent most of the second week running around the backyard. She sat me down on the couch and gently asked me why I didn't want to go back to school. After my teary explanation, her loving expression hardened into her fierce mother hen face and she lowered her voice and looked me in the eye and said, "If that kid gives you any trouble, you just say, I had chicken pox, what's your excuse?"


The sheer brilliance of this retort made my mouth fall open and dried my tears immediately, and so I put on my shoes and asked her to take me back to school. I arrived at lunch time, and armed with my mother's brilliant comeback, tried my damnedest to get close to Scott in line. I wasn't really sure how it would go down; I didn't really say anything, attempting merely to taunt him with my spots, but for some reason, he didn't pay any attention to me. When we got back into the classroom after recess, Scott asked to go to the nurse, and was out for the next week and a half with (wait for it...) chicken pox.

- Sarah B. from Que Sera Sera