Mood-Setter

I AM most definitely one of these types.

A mood must be set for all types of recreation. Be it watching a movie, playing any sort of game, drinking, smoking, sex.

"Why?" you ask.

Hmm. Well, I guess I just rightly, plainly, flat out don't know.

Epic stature? Perhaps.
Minds need to be blown. All. The. Time.
But, when you think about it, "Constant over-stimulation numbs" ones mind doesnt it? That's a good point...oughta remember that one. Someone should write a song about that.

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Have you ever gotten high in the shower, or at least just prior to stepping in the shower?

Its great. For the most part. Sometimes you get a little sad when you let the hot water run over your back, and bend over to stretch your Trapezius muscle (which is long overdue for a stretch) and realize.."Hmm, havent been here in a while."

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And now to try and explain my previous post, Which I feel I must.

Have you ever been "so incredibly high", so "high as fuck", that your heart feels like its gonna explode like an armored battalion of leering, angry armadillos? The likes of which have been coiled SO fucking tight, for so FUCKING long!?

If you have, then you try to write in that state. Its not easy. Things are forgotten and demented. One might even go so far as to say that its downright twisted.
Is your left arm tingling? Isn't that like some sort of a sign of a heart attack?
No. Youre just being foolish.
For Reals?
Terror I-Land?

Well, I just rightly, plainly, flat out don't know.

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Sorry, I know this has been entertaining and all, but sleep awaits me now.
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BWA-HAH-HAH-HAHH!!!!

"Since, my friend, you have" read this far, its because you are now enslaved via the following subliminal message:
(Whispering softly) There is a series of dots(or periods, if you want to call them that) above- 3 groups, 6 in each group.

3- sides of a triangle
-dimensional
-in one
-of a kind

6- sides in a hexagon
-petals in the Flower of Life
-radii bisect circle
-of one
-half dozen of the other


...Mathematically speaking...

3 x 6 = 18
18 x 6 = 108
108 + 3 = 111
111 x 6 =...... ...... ......


Thats right---6---6---6---

Welcome to the dark side!


Faith(not in any religious sense)fully yours

LC

One Drink

and that drinks name is water. Do Make Say Think, plays in the background....No, foreground.

" Focus" is all I can say to myself.

"Center oneself for the storm. Hit it Headon!"

"Dance. Breathe."

Escape from Terror I-Land. Run to the one that loves me.

I Love her.

Well, its 4/21 and.....

...I actually remembered what it is I was going to blog about. Its really some market research for the...Dunh du du Duunnh..

"The Concert Catheter"

"Have you ever missed your favourite song due to large amounts of beer toxins accumulating in your bladder?
I have the answer."

Imagine, you could drink to your hearts content, and still enjoy every second of that long-awaited concert.

This product can be upgraded for a small fee to a Cinema Gold standard, which is great for movie marathons, and childrens dance recitals. We all know how boring THOSE can be. Why not drink, and enjoy, not embarass yourself by constantly going to the washroom.

--Conversation--
-overheard in mens washroom recently, at a legendary worthy concert, music drifting through the background-

Dude#1: Yells at the white brick wall "Fuck this! I shouldn't have to miss THIS!"

Dude #2: Shakes and zips up "Yeah, man! Shit."

Geniusness: Expelling a glorious, pain relieving piss "AAHHhhhh. Alright, Ive got it! Im gonna invent for yous guys, the Concert Catheter!"

Random newcomer #5: Washing puke out of his hair "I would buy one" at least 30 Allens agreed...and so on.

There it is, thats what I was supposed to write for you yesterday. Hope you enjoyed it.

Now,
What would Jesus say (that is, if he IS real) if he came back and saw what atrocities have been committed in his name?
Since, apparently, I'm his child so I must know him pretty well, I dont think he'd be cool with that.

Worshippingly yours

LC

Well, Its 4/20 and......

...Id be a sucker if I didnt post anything for you, my reader.

Have you ever seen an aging Rocker, actually, honestly rocking out? It is an amazing, heartwarming, uplifting and emotional experience. Especially when you're in the loving clutches of an herbal enhancement compound. Thank You very very much. Inspiration flows off of you. onto me. into me.
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down and Beautiful. where the stars always shine, and the sun twinkle twinkles.
How we wonder what or where we are.

Tangents! May they be the death of me. Writing nonsense. jibberish. fiddle faddle. _____________(Insert nonsensical image(s) here).

There were many things I had memorized to write, but promptly forgot. You know, when the Hit hit.
But, as a fair trade Oh loyal reader, I had to keep things high over here. Keep things genuine. And sometimes that means a sorta 'seat of tha pants' style of writing(if you can call it writing). And, pleased to keep in mind the 'Slowtyper Syndrome'. It runs rampant through my family. So, in order to get this posts full effect, you must attempt to read this with your eyes closed. I know. Its hard.
If this is not possible, which its probably not, combat STS with a 'Sah-l-o-w-rea-der gah-r-o-o-ve'. like in Fear And Loathing.

"Whats the trouble?"

"Well, all this white stuff on my sleave is L. S. D."
(you know the part ;) )

that kind of a groove.

*Subject change*

Will the Birthdate of A-dol-f Hit-ler become a negative -albeit, coincidental- link between "the evils of Naziism" and the "Mary Wanna New Years?", that some innocent, well, mostly innocent kids/adults celebrate. On a day that MEANS something to them? (Like havin a toke with some friends. Not out killin people. just chillaxin'. Not consumering in the conglomorate marketplace, just on the streets.)

It most likely will. The question is when?

Well, I'll tell you when.
When the paranoid mothers of vivacious youngsters get wind of this and use it for evil. For control. Just like playing a record backwards. You know, with the satanic messages and such.

But its late. Very late. Work tomorrow. . . Booo.

As a closing note, I would just like to say that organized religion is the bane of human existence.
Thank you.

Yours, in a bloodtypewriter kind of way....

LC

Second post, but really, its the first.

Here I sit - red lights, Jagermeister, a 2 minute ago toke (Macgyver style, more on that later), and a comfy pair of pants - attempting this interwebs forum for thoughts and ideas. Some good, many bad.

Unfortunately, I just realized that my typing skills, are sadly less than par. I hope to get some kind of flow to this eventually, like going back and editing grammar and spelling later......shit that sentence took like two minutes, because I couldnt leave my syntax like that. just work with me here.

I LOVE PEANUTS!

sorry, just had to get that out there. But, there's nothin better than shelling peanuts while playing cards or a boardgamne of some suit, and an ice cold glass of cocacola. I suggest you try it sometime.

*(Post edit)---Here comes a huge subject change, which, in hindsight makes no sense unless I warn you about it now. (keep in mind-2 minute ago toke + under par (which is actually a good thing, if you're golfing, so I'm gonna say 'over par') typing skills = nonuniformitive flow or thought and poor sentence structure)*


"All things Profound" is, well, I guess sorta the moniker for all of my previous writing attempts. For some reason, I believe(d) that every piece of anything-be it music or pen and paper-I wrote had to have some huge impact on mankind, or what was the point? Needless to say I got nothing accomplished. Inside I feel like somethin is ready to just leap out and say.... .... ... ... ...

"Hi."

"Uhm...?"

"I said Hi."

"Oh...Hi."

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." I said. Or something like that.........*(Post edit-this is where I left off for a few, no, MANY minutes to tend to Cryee McCryerson, and put him back to bed. Approx. 11pm to midnight.)*........ I, I dont remember where that was going. Crying Baby Crisis. Seems that posts take a long time for me. Like I said...s-l-o-w-t-y-p-e-r. Shit, that could be a Seinfeld episode, you know-"Hes a Slowtyper." said with a Kramerish or a Seinfeldian accent.

Anyways...baby cried, I cuddled, we watched TV, then bought the Tshirt.

Thanks for reading,

L.C

P.s. as I was editing this, I realized that I never expanded on my Macgyver style toke sitch. Well, alls I did was use some sorta mini metal clamp from an old Radio Shack soldering kit that I bought many years ago, and never knew what it was for. Now I know----Its a roach clip. Thank Jesus I didn't throw this out like I almost did last week.

First post - Apologetics for wasteful ways - hopefully it gets better

I must 'come clean' so to speak...

I have indeed, at some point in my life on the straight and narrow, wiped entire civilizations off of my chest-- with a grey gym sock. Purely by accident.

Sorry 'bout that there Lil' Baby Jesus. Please do the christian thing and forgive me.

thanks...your pal, Lucifers Child