Dave's California Death Sauce

bluefire01 @ 2003-07-03T00:26:00

2003-07-03T07:34:52Z

Well, here I am at 12:30AM, finishing my homework. Its not that I don't relish the thought of staying up late, its just that I'm used to going to bed around 10, since I have to get up at 6 for a 7 o'clock commute to Hayward. Even now though I'm tempted to go back to playing The Frozen Throne, which I probably will.

Anyway, the latest assignment in my English class was one where you'd describe you earliest experience with race, file that away, then do some personal interviews with people in the class. I interviewed two people, one of them Seikh Indian and the other Chinese. Both of them say racism hasn't impacted them that much, its more an issue of certainty. Important to point out, no?

Tomorrow is my older fraternal twin sisters collective birthday. Yipee.

Anyhow, I'm about to fall apart if I continue writing, so I really must go back to playing games.

Survey says...you're an idiot!

2003-06-29T06:59:12Z

Bah! Peer pressure:

(a) make up a name for yourself: Mordekai
(b) where were you born?: Alta Bates Hospital, Berkley, CA
(c) and when was this?: September 18th, 1986
(d) what are you parents names?: Elizabeth and Richard
(e) what is your favorite sexual position?: Woman on top.

morning...
(1) what's your favourite breakfast cereal?: Cheerios.
(2) what's the first thing you do upon waking?: Use the bathroom.
(3) coffee or orange juice?: Neither, Diet Coke or Water.
(4) stop to smell the roses or rush to work/school?: Rush, school's about 35 miles away.
(5) what is your morning bathroom routine?: pee, shower, shave if needed
(6) morning breath?: No.
(7) toast or pop tart?: Pfft, fuck the stereotypes. Raisin Bread.
(8) sex in the morning or at night?: Can't say.
(9) do you have normal sleeping habits?: That's a relative question.
(10) how many hours of sleep you average?: 6-8 year round.
(11) get on the Internet before work/school?: Nope.
(12) change your underwear regularly?: I try.
(13) sing in the shower?: All the time.
(14) flex in the mirror?: Nothing to see.
(15) butter or margarine? Butter, none of that cheap substitute crap.

noon...
(1) what your favourite fast food place?: Depends on the day of the week.
(2) take out, drive through, or eat in?: Drive through
(3) bring your lunch or eat from a vending machine?: Neither one.
(4) eat in a group or alone?: Alone, but if friends are around sure, in a group.
(5) would you like fries with that?: Depends on what kind.
(6) gossip?: I don't prefer it.
(7) do you brush your teeth after every meal?: Hell no.
(8) chew trident?: Trident sucks. Orbit.
(9) are you eating anything right now?: There's a bag of Fritos in here, unopened. No.
(10) ever had a, how you say, nooner?: Eh?
(11) favorite tv dinner: Barber's Stuffed Chicken Cordon Bleu
(12) favorite candy bar: 3 Musketeers (Big on chocolate, not on fat!)
(13) favorite chewing gum: Orbit Wintergreen.
(15) does loud chewing bother you?: Yes.
(16) do you talk with your mouth full?: Only if it's important.

and night...
(1) what is your favorite sleeping position?: On my right side.
(2) do you dream in color or black and white?: Vivid color.
(3) do you sleep alone?: Yes.
(4) have you ever been in a bar?: Yes.
(5) how about a gay bar?: Almost.
(6) do you drink?: Done it a couple of times.
(7) do you drink and drive?: No license, and if faced with the choice I wouldn't.
(8) how about drugs, do you do those?: Nope, clean.
(9) do you carry condoms?: No.
(10) name something stupid you've done while drunk: Played with someone's toes.
(11) tell me a recent dream: You know, I can't remember.
(12) what are you doing next saturday night: Not sure yet. "Planning Ahead" isn't big with me.
(13) will you marry me?: Will you pick up the tab?
(12) what do you sleep in?: Underwear, Briefs and a T.
(15) kiss and tell?: DENIED!

Saturday Dullness

2003-06-29T06:39:14Z

Pretty boring day. Only cool things that happened were to a friend of mine and the fact that I've found my other bass. This one's a white Dean Edge 1 2001. It's been my standard ever since I took it up, but I managed to misplace it for about 10 days after leaving it somewhere where I usually don't leave it. Pretty ridiculous. Anyhow, it's back and that's what counts.

I haven't done what I should have done on this stupid Critique of Dennis P. Kimbro's book "What Makes the Great Great". I can't stand inspirational/motivational books, they're so full of pretense. Not only that, Kimbro keeps referring to "the GOD factor" like He's required. I mean, if that's true, explain Siddhartha to me. Explain Avalokitesvara Buddha to me. They didn't have god, they didn't need him. Anyhow, its not a total downer. I just know I'll have to bust ass for the rest of the night to get where I should be before I go to sleep.

I don't feel like writing history. Leave me be. Eventually I'll get to it.

A little heat, a little sauce...

2003-06-27T01:17:35Z

Christ its hot here. I can't even remember the last time the temperature broke 100 degrees. Its too hot to really do anything, so I'm sitting here at home, building on the MUD I work for. Thank goodness for this little industrial fan...this thing is such a lifesaver. If I didn't have it I'd probably be sleeping because of the heat.

Took that quiz, I think I did really well on it. I was pretty comfortable and all, only thing that would lose me points would be greviously fucktarded mistakes, considering I checked it pretty deliberately one I finished. The quiz was simple stuff anyway, so I'm not all that worried. Today ends my second class week of summer session at Chabot in Hayward. Its the freakin' weekend baby, I'ma have me some fun.

My bass needs repaired, and its been in need of repair for the last 3-4 months. Its an Ibanez Soundgear Bass, and I've had yet to find the model number, my sister never passed it on to me after I inherited it, and I haven't managed to find it on the body or do comparisons to basses on websites like samash.com. Fact remains, its broke.

Its too hot to tell more of the story right now...I'll probably continue it later tonight.

An extension, because I just can't keep it down.

2003-06-25T23:09:24Z

Well, I missed something important: my day today.

So far its' been pretty mundane. I have a quiz in my college math class tomorrow. I immensely enjoy it, for some reason, probably because the professor is actually entertaining for a change. Sometimes he cracks the occasional odd joke, for instance his name is Nicolas Alexander, and I quote: "It's all about nicknames, some people refer to me as Alexander, some people also refer to me as The Great, you see..." You can kinda tell his approach from that, methinks.

An Accura Integra rear-ended a Mustang on my way home from class(I have to commute, since college is about 30 miles away), so the car was stuck behind the accident. Trying to merge into the fast lane right before rush hour is a scary, scary thing. A white van behind the car I was in hesitated as he was trying to merge, and gave my mother enough cover to gun the engine and get the hell away.

It's 100 degrees outside. I love California.

Guess I'll start the thread of a story about the two years from the last post:

Well, first thing that hit me after the hawaii trip was my eventual conversion to buddhism. I enjoyed saying that I was one without knowing the first thing about the precepts or about the dharma. Then about 3 months ago I found a book that I had been searching for for a long time, A Buddhist Bible. In this book I had finally found the religious text and scripture that would serve as my guide. I began meditating, and I now know what it feels like to experience clarity of mind, at least of a degree very much higher than what I would normally call spiritual quietude. Its like a new sort of clean...there's a bubble of undisturbed calm that sticks in your mind, it expands to fill the space, and you feel like you can conquer the world without lifting a finger. I know it sounds crazy, but I've experienced this only twice, so it requires a fairly high degree of concentration, but I know it can be done.

Anyhow, my recent exploits in buddhism have opened up very many new philosophical doors for me. Here's a little tidbit I've recently chewed on:

When and if we become blind, it is agreed that we lose our ability to see. We still percieve through the shadow of our former eyes, the arbitrary conceptions and forms of what we previously saw remain in our heads, as well as the mind thinking we still have our eyes, and still conjuring images before us as if we still had them. Therefore when we become blind, our perception is not lost, merely our ability. There must be distinction between the ability to see and the perception of sight, for one is certainly not the other. If they were the same thing, think of what would happen if we lost our ability to see? No longer would the mind possess such manifestations that are conjured before or thinking and reasoning faculty. Therefore, the perception of seeing still remains, and is both internal and eternal as it is uncreated.

This problem surfaced in the Surangama Sutra, in which Lord Buddha speaks with Ananda, his favorite cousin and delivers numerous and invaluable lessons about distinguishing perception from ability and both of these from the object.

Anyhow, its too hot to think. More later.

Jesus H. Christ (Like he's got anything to do with this.)

2003-06-25T22:04:18Z

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<font=Courier New>Wow, its been almost two years since I've posted. Happy third anniversary, journal I never post in!

I'm reviving this journal on request of a certain individual(she knows who she is), and hope I can leave all that bad gothic poetry you see below behind me. That was most certainly a phase, I was going through some pretty choppy emotional times, as my sophmoric self plainly noted below. I think just about every single one of those poems was forced, except for the really long, nameless one. That one has the best chance of being 100% unadulterated emotion. I don't think I was very familliar with who I was back then, and hopefully the who I am now knows me a hell of a lot better.

So, what's happened during these two years since my last post? Quite a bit. I've converted to buddhism, taken up my bass guitar much more seriously, graduated from high school(just a -little- important), entered college, taken Mr. Burg's satire course(very very noteworthy, for reasons I will go into later), sung on the Carnegie Hall stage with my singing group, won a scholarship to a state university, did my first series of paid singing gigs, like, -ever-, and decided, at least partially, on what my calling in life is. I'll probably set aside a little bit of my journal for the personal history stuff at some point.

Finding this has been quite refreshing for me, actually. It's like looking at my former self in a mirror and at all the emotional skin I've shed and how my intelligence and outlook has been tempered by time and tide. Its pretty obvious, I think, that the stuff that I'll be saying here from now on will be more meaningful and less expressive than what I previously did, though I hold no shame for expressivism, as long as it's channeled in the right direction.

Anyway, that's it for now. I probably do have more under my belt, but it'll have to wait for another post.

The Education Transmutation

2001-07-21T09:58:08Z

A normal day
in a normal city
in a normal state
in a normal country
in the normal, everyday world
and then suddenly
out of nowhere
when the kids had their books open
the Transmutation began.

The books became weird symbols
they coalesced and then dissapated
like snowflakes or autumn leaves
disrupting the everyday
erasing the typical
the joy it brought to the children
and for that instant,
the children of the classroom were truly free.

A horribly long string of obscentities

2001-07-20T10:00:26Z

Ohhh...

I hate certain people!!!
I hate certain other people as well!!!
But I wont tell you who I hate!!!
Cause I have to protect their privacy!!!
AHHHH!!!DIE YOU LAZY BASTARDS!!! AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You took away mine!

Yawn...

2001-07-20T06:41:49Z

Yawwn...the end of another particularly uneventful day. Sigh. How bleak is life, man.

Just kidding.

Anyway, I saw something on television that really drove me up the wall. The republicans push for a resolution to the power crisis, and Dick Cheney, our lovely vice president(that sick bastard), while spewing about conserving energy and finding alternative sources, has run up an electric bill of 186,000 dollars. This is the height of hypocrisy. I guess it takes a whole lot of energy to power a guy who should have died in 1998.

Oh, you fucking idiot.

I don't say this as an insult, I say it as a hard fact. Dick Cheney did something stupid, and most certainly likes sex. So he really is a fucking idiot. Honest. But don't take my word for it. Just watch TV and it will be proven right in front of you every goddamn day. I promise.

Ahh, what the hell, smile you fucks!

An Outburst (but of what kind?)

2001-07-14T09:17:40Z

In my head, there exists my mind, and in my mind, there is a pot, and in this pot there is a quart of water, and this quart, is bubbling loudly.

I am tense. I feel like i have one-thousand needles pricking me every day. I have so many things that i need to get out. Thing is some of these things i cant share with certain people because its shocking (and I might get slapped in the face). I feel like such a baby! Ughh...its just bad.

I met you
it was raining
the sidewalk
was a shimmering orange
I saw your face
delicate and loving
it is hard to believe
behind the loving
lies a warrior
a paladin of unmatched strength
but yet such a nurturer
you made me feel warm
even when i was thousands of miles away
i missed you
i missed your work
and your creativity
the outlook was missing too
won't you hold me
i don't want to disappear
no, non-transparency is a good thing
that cocaine was
the immediate difference
my god what an awful noise this machine makes
grrrind....grrrind
fred christ
follow him
f*ck like a bunny
in the name of god
smile all the while
and say goodbye
blue jeans
hurt
sweat and vomit
the whole ball of ?
my face in the mirror
what are you looking for?
this or that or...
quite possibly the other thing
all these
the feelings i have
now and then
i met you on that same shimmering sidewalk
that now is just a dry, hot, sizzling slab
of unforgiving stone

testing

2001-07-13T08:30:09Z

testing

AHHH! Its been over a month!

2001-07-12T09:17:26Z

Nooo! My adoring readers i haven't left the building!!!!
*razz a ma tazz.....*

I actually just got back from France yesterday. The weather is so hot there...humid. Sticky. Thunderstormy. Its still a good place to go. Lots of experiences gained and friends won (at least i think).

I'm back.
I'm alive.
I survived going 500 mph in a metal tube over the freezing atlantic!
I feel great.

Portrait

Agony is my paintbrush
paint me the color of pain
give me features of anguish
give me a touch of blushing rage
plus some suicidal tendencies for good effect.

Agony is my paintbrush
swirl around the colors
in a palette of emotions
mix a little hatred with envy and get murderous greed
a dab of happiness here and there
and dont be thrifty with the remorse.

Agony is my paintbrush
trace the long, curving river of my mind
invoke a razor thin barrier
between sanity and insanity
with a few, gentle strokes
white on black, white on slate gray,
black on the light blue of the thin dividing wall.

Agony is my paintbrush
abundant is the color anxious
ahh, this is an anxious face
anxious hands
and over-eager tongue

Agony is my paintbrush
hold my skull in your hand
and capture the dying ember of a soul
now captive in the canvas on the wall.

bluefire01 @ 2001-06-06T22:14:00

2001-06-07T05:30:32Z

Hi. Umm...
These are just random thoughts and words, that maybe, by a miracle sent straight from somewhere, will form themselves into a poem with the right sequence...

Bloody night
cold, iron embrace of shadows
gleaming blades that shimmer in the moonlight
come to disembowel the weak
they prey on the helpless
the sick...
people like myself
i do not know when they will come
death, however, always makes good on it's promises

***

Conflict's Millstone

fighting an ever pointless battle
martyred souls embrace the dark
themselves without a guiding spark
as their skeletones shake and rattle

Armor gleams and trumpet sounds
as so-called bravery falls
in th'exploded meeting halls
as their bodies impact upon cold ground.

The citizenry, unequipped
vaults away
in hell they'll stay
trampled by horsemen as they trip

After the killings done
after the smoke
the flames still stoke
and neither side has won

Rhyming isnt my forte...but i gave it a shot.

bluefire01 @ 2001-06-04T00:40:00

2001-06-04T07:50:26Z

More food-related poetry:

Elated, and subdued
thats the feeling
yes, thats the feeling!
that sensation when the creamy stuffs
roll down into your stomach
mmmmm...tasty

bluefire01 @ 2001-06-04T00:20:00

2001-06-04T07:29:46Z

Some thoughts on hunger and possibly a satirical look into basic human desires:

stomach growling
a scream plunges the day
into blackness
the id argues aimlessly with common sense
end it...give in
you can't hold out much longer
the pringles are coming
*maniacal laugh*

My dissapointments have been shorthanded, thankfully. Maybe then we can snuff out the candles that are despair, sadness, and woe, and that keep the fires of emptiness burning.
Smile. It truly is going to be a better day.

bluefire01 @ 2001-06-02T23:48:00

2001-06-03T06:54:37Z

mystic power
bends light to it's will
drift amidst the thrum of
circumlocuting beings
falling against the background
of the "Atomic Dance Explosion"
consuming sorrow
and spitting it out into space
Aqua blue rays bounce refract reflect and flex
amidst piercing white beams
watch out- they burn holes in your retinas
flying through the small sphere: existance
the soul's sustenance

I write poetry. I'm seeing a counselor. Therefore, I am a poet being psychoanalyzed by a counselor.

I told you though could ruin your day.

bluefire01 @ 2001-06-02T23:45:00

2001-06-03T06:45:01Z

There are so many things
that go unsaid
that i wish i had the guts to say
that i want to share with you
but before i get the courage to say them
you will walk away

I feel like I owe everyone in the town I live in something. I am always apologizing. Women look at me and I apologize. I don't know why. I just don't know. Maybe I should visit a shrink. I just don't know.

I'm sorry...but for what?

A ponderance. Thought. Lovely thing thought. It can ruin your day.

bluefire01 @ 2001-06-01T23:51:00

2001-06-02T07:03:09Z

Try this joke...

You know in a casino, there's one game that everybody plays. Bakkara, thats it. Thats the game that they reserve for the table in the back. The game that you can play without ever knowing the rules. You know how they put the red velvet ropes around it? You just stand there, watching, until eventually, one of the casino employees comes over to you and he says,
"Would youuu...like to play?"
"Sure!"
Then he lets you behind the ropes, and you sit in the cushiest chair you ever sat in. Someone next to you pipes up, "I bet yer gonna lose 2000 dollars in eight minutes!" The Dealer says, "Which one do you want to bet on? The player or the bank?"
"I'll bet on the bank."
*Flip...Flip*
"Ohhh...You lose."
"W-wait...you didnt roll dice or spin or yell 'yahtzee' or anything...thats it?"
"Would you like to play again?"
"Okay, but this time I'll bet on the player, that banker guy doesnt seem to know what he's doin'."
*Flip...Flip*
"Ohhh...You lose."
"Huh?"
"You lost."
"This game is real stupid you know that? Only morons would play this game."
"Would you like to play again?"
"Sure would."
Later you're naked...still at the table...guy next to you sayin' "That's about eight minutes wasn't it?"

I don't know...this seems to work better as a stand up...i just couldn't think of much else.

bluefire01 @ 2001-05-31T22:20:00

2001-06-01T05:23:35Z

I decided to drop the Primus parody. It was a joke anyway...wont matter in the end. I'm finally back on speaking terms with my mother and sister
(thank goodness) and am trying to work things through. I am making an appointment with some counselors and things should be okay...

A broil of conflict
disturbed the uneasy truce
between you and me
but in the smoke and darkness after
you found it in yourself
to return
thank you

I never did write about the Hawaii trip...just what happened after.

Well, first off, Hawaii is so nice to live in! The humidity is perfect and the temperature never goes above 95 and never below 65...its great! The average temperature at night is a comfortable 78 or so...you can literally sleep outside with just a pillow and shorts on a recliner and it feels great. The weather is so much better than California...here its all sticky and up past 110 degrees (Images of boiling tar) and stays hot almost all night, plus it feels like your body is getting wrung like a wet dishrag for all it's water...walking a mile you lose almost a gallon of sweat. Great stuff huh?

Anyway, the beaches are so much nicer...you can actually see the sand below you and the water is 82 degrees or so, making it a nice swim. Absolutely the best beaches in the mid-pacific. The coral formations are awesome too, just a little sharp. I got cut once or twice but nothing serious.

Clear water
soft, white, grainy sand
salty air smell
lapping ocean waves
taste the warm air
a bathouse for the senses

...

2001-05-31T06:52:56Z

the insence burns
in cherry flavored wisps
it wraps the air and caresses the wind

the scent fills the head
laps the nose
and kisses you gently
sweet murmurings of affection

smoothly the spirits of the spice
travel amongst the waning rays of sunset's light
and then loop and swirl around another gust of
passionate air

The ember of incense
falls away from the tile
as the smoke trails away into the spring sky
a blessing of aroma
that undulates through soft whispers
and fills hearts with peace

...

2001-05-31T05:44:41Z

The day i returned from paradise
was the day i lost you
why couldnt you listen
your positive melodies
turned to discord
The day i returned from paradise
was the day i lost you

I had a horrible fight with my entire family. I get home from my trip to Hawaii, and everything falls apart. My parents won't stop pressuring me. They hassle and hassle and wont let up until I lock myself in the bathroom and cry...

Then, when i finally decide to try and get along and just do what they say, a bit of sarcasm from my sister made me want to puke.

"F*CK OFF!"

Then she took a swing at me with her fist and stormed out the door. It was horrible. I wanted to scream.

Then later, after about 2 hours of whining and burbling into my pillow, i end up getting in an even worse fight with my father. He refuses to listen to anything that i have to say. I try to reason with him. He still wont listen. He tries to challenge me physically. Although he hasn't had any wine (i think) he acts like he is drunk. He tells me that he's done putting up with me. I flush and become absolutely enraged...

"How dare you! How DARE you talk to me about "putting up!" I've been putting up with you for the past fourteen years!!"

He tries to push past me. I throw slaps and punches wildly at arm's length. My father again tries to push past me. This time he gains ground. I kick him in the crotch several times. This round ended in a stalemate. The whole time, my mother was watching. I don't know whether she was condeming what was going on or cheering...

My father sits back down after he realizes he cant push me past the portal to the hallway. I still try to make myself clear. He is clearly quite disturbed by my presence...it's obvious that he is afraid. Again stands and tries to push past me. We grapple in the hall. This one too ends in a draw. My mother turns off the lights so that no one outside will see us, in fear that anyone on the street might call the police and have us both arrested.

My father sits back down again. My mother says that he should just ignore me. He refuses. He tries a third time, but this time he succeeds. After throwing several kicks, he pushes me into a room full of knocked over hard-back books and old toys. I upend the litter pan as i fall, and get covered in pissed-on litter. I couldn't feel my right side.

After standing up, i noticed small puncture wounds and 4 cuts on my right wrist, probably from hitting the door frame or landing on books.
I go to the bathroom and see that the damage to my back is fairly minor, only a few welts. My emotional state was devastated. I despaired over the entire situation. I truly wished that my father would have killed me, then he would get the death penalty.

That night, i burned pine insence to calm my nerves. I hoped that i would find the strength to overcome all of this mess.

sweet smoke
washing my despair
seeking the small
dim
light
that may be my only way out
no heart
no hope

help me
help
get me away from them
get me away from them
get me away from them
get me away from them

...father

why?

Continuing on the Subject of "Surfing the Seas of Cheez..."

2001-05-27T06:34:20Z

Okay.........lets see about the Lyrics...

Harry was a fucking loser
he had no goddamn friends
they ditched his ass
in first grade class
and gave him all their feces....

okay, out of the depressing poetry...into the horribly dull and pointless world of right wing dogma...

*I N S E R T H I G H P I T C H E D B U Z Z*

....

....

....

This sucks.

Surfing the Seas of Cheez...

2001-05-26T06:37:41Z

Yes I know that Primus came up with it. That is why I came up with the parody. Surfing the Seas of Cheez would be a Weird Al version of the Primus album, just slightly darker than his usual style. More like my style. Heh...

If anyone enjoys the discordant opening of "Jimmy was a Race Car Driver" then a parody would probably be "Harry was a Fucking Loser."

Heh...i have to leave again...

. . . Death's Method . . .

2001-05-23T06:37:37Z

Was death really meant to be so horrible? I think so.

One of my friend's grandfather died. He suffered a heart attack. Now my friend ends up attending a funeral just before he goes to hawaii.

Death lands painful blows. It kills your happiness, as well as your family member. A point of great anguish is placed right before the point of expectaition, for best effect. Death is so methodical it is sickening to think about the twisted effects that it hath wrought upon the earth.

"If nothing more is sacred, what does your soul seek?"

In ponderance of this question...

Perhaps my soul seeks only gratification.
Perhaps my soul seeks nothing. It is possible to be directionless. Living without knowing, understanding without hearing....
Perhaps my soul, merely seeks and end to the pain of not being valued anymore.

Etcetera....

Sigh. Its going to be a better day, folks.

. . . Death's Method . . .

2001-05-23T06:36:02Z

Dave's California Death Sauce

bluefire01 @ 2003-07-03T00:26:00

Survey says...you're an idiot!

Saturday Dullness

A little heat, a little sauce...

An extension, because I just can't keep it down.

Jesus H. Christ (Like he's got anything to do with this.)

The Education Transmutation

*A horribly long string of obscentities*

Yawn...

An Outburst (but of what kind?)

testing

AHHH! Its been over a month!

bluefire01 @ 2001-06-06T22:14:00

bluefire01 @ 2001-06-04T00:40:00

bluefire01 @ 2001-06-04T00:20:00

bluefire01 @ 2001-06-02T23:48:00

bluefire01 @ 2001-06-02T23:45:00

bluefire01 @ 2001-06-01T23:51:00

bluefire01 @ 2001-05-31T22:20:00

...

...

Continuing on the Subject of "Surfing the Seas of Cheez..."

Surfing the Seas of Cheez...

. . . Death's Method . . .

. . . Death's Method . . .

A horribly long string of obscentities