Why little boys and girls should not make 2
Agutamentè.
No, I don't know what that means.
I don't think it's even a word.
Well.
Well, well, well.
Let's see...
This is me. In the now.
Now, now, now.
Repetetive, n'est pas?
Was not I always?
That ain't open for discussion, nigs.
Skip 1, skip 2, skip to 5, onward 6, 7, 8, 9, drop it on down to 12.
It's been about 14 weeks? Who missed me?
Who?
Two.
I am two.
That's right. T-w-o. There was once one of me.
Now there's t w o. The one + one of us combined.
We made two. Two as in ONE. One as in a whole. I am whole.
We are whole. One, two, whole. Dig?
letters to jane: i'd love to come over
L0ser xXx Core: me?
L0ser xXx Core: cum over me.
L0ser xXx Core: CUM-ALL-OVER-ME.
Marcel. Marcel le Russko.
Mon Dieu, ç'est garçon est très beau!
Pourquoi ne pouvoir pas il vois?
Mais, non; il as un petit ami au chez il...
Et quoi fait elle as cette je ne pas?
Stoned. I.was.so.stoned.
I got there. Taylor, John Lenon...some curly headed person. I thought it was a girl. The girls name was Robert.
Not a girl after all. [.shrugs.] The girl that was a guy named Robert caught his arm, and a bit of Taylors' floor on fire. I moved out the way,
told Avi how cool it was and didn't notice I wasn't helping the on-fire-room. It was funny. I asked him to do it again? Word.
I showed them my glow-in-the-dark-also-has-coloureful-strobe-lights-awesome-as-fuck "I LOVE YOU" lime green heart. It didn't stop lighting.
It looked like a U.F.O. pointed out Robert Curly Haired person. That it did. We were all amazed and I had owned it for 2 weeks now. Silly.
We left to go downstairs, because I wanted to poke smot with some creepy guys Taylor had met recently. I didn't mind. Weed is for all creeps.
Of all ages, and height, since most of the creepy pot smokers were 4" taller than me at least. Finally we are no one.
Scenario: in the Bird Sanctuary; also known as the dark woods, after 8 P.M. with 6 strangers or so, Robert making wrinkles in Brandon-that-
homeless-guy's head. Taylor getting love. I'm confused. Do you have a bowl? Not with me. Do you have any soda? Why would I? What about
water? Not with me...
Taylor says I never touch her enough. Yes, I do I say. No you don't. We run off. I steal her innocence. She's satisfied. That's good, 'cause I am, too.
Or so I think? Whatever. We play hide-'n'-go-seek. Or something like it. 'Cept not all of us are playing and Joe, the 'it' guy has his head on my lap.
He's super stoned, and I've never seem him this way so I giggle much. Much, much, much. Robert makes it first to base and lies on me. It was weird.
I didn't say anything, though; so long as Taylor was fine with it so was I. He lay there for a while, asking me to hold him every now and then so he doesn't
fall. I'm impatient. I want to smoke. Chad? Someone named Chad had to bring it back. Now, I say to myself; come.back.NOW, CHAD. He comes. I don't see
him though. I follow their sounds, why am I leader? I don't know where I am in this 9'o clock darkness with 6 strangers and Curly Haired boy girl behind me.
I make it, though; of course because Tay gets in front of me. It's a half-ass gazebo thing. I have no room. I sit by Taylor and am scared I'll fall, so she holds
me up. I keep getting last to smoke. 6 hits and 3 shotguns later I'm fucked. Robert keeps tickling me and Taylor laughs @how fucked up I am. Chris is still mad at
me. What's up wit' dat? Joes on the floor. I SWORE he was a white bag. Then he morphed. I couldn't stop laughing. My laughter rang and came back out from
everyones' mouth. Even the weed bag laughed. Wait, what weed bag? Mike climbed the woodwork and acted like a pterodactyl, but I called him a tarantula.
What?
It's 4:20 as I type this line. WOW. Haha, irony is poop. N'e-hoo, Brandon keeps trying to molest Taylor-not-stoned and she tells him all he ever does when he's
stoned is become horny and he says that's not the case. Then he hugs up on Curly Head Not-stoned-either Robert and tries to prove a point. It doesn't get
across to anyone. Then we have to go because we need to give some kids their joints. I don't want to go, though, because I want to smoke more.
It's been too long, y'know? Brandon Horndog leads us out, and I keep laughing. I can't focus, at all. Who knew John Lenon was so afraid of the dark? That's not
like a revolutionary to me. By the way, Brandon isn't really homeless. That comes later. We get out, and we're on the road. There are people in a truck and some
girl with a cigarette and a cup. The truck drives up a bit and she yells, not screams 'What the fuck, you ran over my foot!' By now I think I pee'd a bit from laughing.
If someone ran over my foot, my first words would not be a drunken slur of what obviously just happened. I kept steering to the left. Taylor had to hold me.
Why do I keep doing this? You're stoned, Taylor says, of course you'll keep moving to the left. Then I run over to the left, without notice, then realize what I did and
sit down, pissing myself laughing. Robert seems worried a bit. I keep laughing. Then I start swaggering to the right. No one can stop me anymore. I begin to do
what appears to be crying, very hard; I'm embarassed, ashamed to make this be my first meeting with Mr. Wonderful and No Less Than a Super Model. And though
I've met Super Model, it's the first time I've seen her in a while. No bugger. She finds it funny, & not in a bad way. I told her I'm making the faces that people make when
they cry hard. But I made no sense. No tears either. Pfft. I tell them Brandon looks like that homeless guy. They ask whom? I said just that homeless guy. The one you
always seem to know.
I'm cold. Robert Mr.Generous gives me his hoodie. I feel bad. I give it back quickly afterward. Does anyone think me attractive? Where did that come from. I note the
huge run in my striped stockings for the second time that night. No, not slutty feeling, just caught my eye, honestly. Taylor sits with me and someone lays across behind us.
I think it's Super Stoned Joe. 10 o'clock dark and I'm proud to be a member of the Blank Generation. People keep disappearing and I can't keep up. We go to the ATM
so I can get money. That's when I get the hoodie. I give it back at the coffee house. FairGrounds. Sean is there. He's always there. I'm hungry, I think. But I don't get
anything. Got to save my money for Rocky Horror. Lily is fucked over scared by the Haunted House that was at the Blair Blast. Her friend Heaven is 'consoling her'.
She says to me, I like your costume. I scrunch my face. I dress like this everyday. She shrugs, and says whatever, I like it. My thank you is stinking like shit of sarcasm.
Heaven? More like a bat out of Hell with ratty blonde hair. Vivian gets in trouble 'cause her mummy sees people smoking. Oh, my, my. Back upstairs we go. I'm tired.
No, stoned. Stoned, stoned, and s-t-o-n-e-d. There's cuddling behind me; I think Greg is playing Deftones? I honestly can't recall. Or is it Joe? Someone is sitting in the
chair by the radio. People keep eating her pizza. Oh well. They go downstairs to wait for lui mère. No, I don't want to go. Okay, they say. So easy, heh. Noise, noise,
and noise later Greg somehow gets in the room. NOW he's playing Deftones. He loves them, he tells me. They're his second favourite band. I nod. That's nice, I say.
Always nice.
I think he's gone? Not Greg, I knew he left. She calls and asks me if I want to come down. I want to sleep. I've wanted to sleep, I noticed, I didn't want to put my boots on.
Too tired. Didn't want to lace them. Not even slip into them. He left [.Greg.] thinking I'd go behind him. I didn't. I fell asleep. And then morning came. Joe was on the other bed.
Fuck it, I think. What time was it? I went back to sleep. Whatever.
punxuntilwedye: Pfft.?
L0ser xxx Core: yeaaah
L0ser xxx Core: It's a sound that means whatever
punxuntilwedye: oh...i normaly dont type sounds (except during cyber sex)
L0ser xXx Core: if that is so, where the Hell is my crack?
Auto response from no little weasel: steve sells crack to emo kids.
L0ser xXx Core: it makes you a 10 month old baby with no knee caps and peas on your nose.
Auto response from no little weasel: so what does that make me
L0ser xXx Core: mushy, hot, rank puke green peas
no little weasel: hes just an antisocial prepubescent 5 year old girl. and i say that out of love
L0ser xXx Core: He wants to eat me up like you do those little snacks before nap time in playschool, and spit me out like a 13 year old acne ridden bulimic girl!:-(
no little weasel: LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo
no little weasel: ROFLMAO
END.
No, I don't know what that means.
I don't think it's even a word.
Well.
Well, well, well.
Let's see...
This is me. In the now.
Now, now, now.
Repetetive, n'est pas?
Was not I always?
That ain't open for discussion, nigs.
Skip 1, skip 2, skip to 5, onward 6, 7, 8, 9, drop it on down to 12.
It's been about 14 weeks? Who missed me?
Who?
Two.
I am two.
That's right. T-w-o. There was once one of me.
Now there's t w o. The one + one of us combined.
We made two. Two as in ONE. One as in a whole. I am whole.
We are whole. One, two, whole. Dig?
letters to jane: i'd love to come over
L0ser xXx Core: me?
L0ser xXx Core: cum over me.
L0ser xXx Core: CUM-ALL-OVER-ME.
Marcel. Marcel le Russko.
Mon Dieu, ç'est garçon est très beau!
Pourquoi ne pouvoir pas il vois?
Mais, non; il as un petit ami au chez il...
Et quoi fait elle as cette je ne pas?
Stoned. I.was.so.stoned.
I got there. Taylor, John Lenon...some curly headed person. I thought it was a girl. The girls name was Robert.
Not a girl after all. [.shrugs.] The girl that was a guy named Robert caught his arm, and a bit of Taylors' floor on fire. I moved out the way,
told Avi how cool it was and didn't notice I wasn't helping the on-fire-room. It was funny. I asked him to do it again? Word.
I showed them my glow-in-the-dark-also-has-coloureful-strobe-lights-awesome-as-fuck "I LOVE YOU" lime green heart. It didn't stop lighting.
It looked like a U.F.O. pointed out Robert Curly Haired person. That it did. We were all amazed and I had owned it for 2 weeks now. Silly.
We left to go downstairs, because I wanted to poke smot with some creepy guys Taylor had met recently. I didn't mind. Weed is for all creeps.
Of all ages, and height, since most of the creepy pot smokers were 4" taller than me at least. Finally we are no one.
Scenario: in the Bird Sanctuary; also known as the dark woods, after 8 P.M. with 6 strangers or so, Robert making wrinkles in Brandon-that-
homeless-guy's head. Taylor getting love. I'm confused. Do you have a bowl? Not with me. Do you have any soda? Why would I? What about
water? Not with me...
Taylor says I never touch her enough. Yes, I do I say. No you don't. We run off. I steal her innocence. She's satisfied. That's good, 'cause I am, too.
Or so I think? Whatever. We play hide-'n'-go-seek. Or something like it. 'Cept not all of us are playing and Joe, the 'it' guy has his head on my lap.
He's super stoned, and I've never seem him this way so I giggle much. Much, much, much. Robert makes it first to base and lies on me. It was weird.
I didn't say anything, though; so long as Taylor was fine with it so was I. He lay there for a while, asking me to hold him every now and then so he doesn't
fall. I'm impatient. I want to smoke. Chad? Someone named Chad had to bring it back. Now, I say to myself; come.back.NOW, CHAD. He comes. I don't see
him though. I follow their sounds, why am I leader? I don't know where I am in this 9'o clock darkness with 6 strangers and Curly Haired boy girl behind me.
I make it, though; of course because Tay gets in front of me. It's a half-ass gazebo thing. I have no room. I sit by Taylor and am scared I'll fall, so she holds
me up. I keep getting last to smoke. 6 hits and 3 shotguns later I'm fucked. Robert keeps tickling me and Taylor laughs @how fucked up I am. Chris is still mad at
me. What's up wit' dat? Joes on the floor. I SWORE he was a white bag. Then he morphed. I couldn't stop laughing. My laughter rang and came back out from
everyones' mouth. Even the weed bag laughed. Wait, what weed bag? Mike climbed the woodwork and acted like a pterodactyl, but I called him a tarantula.
What?
It's 4:20 as I type this line. WOW. Haha, irony is poop. N'e-hoo, Brandon keeps trying to molest Taylor-not-stoned and she tells him all he ever does when he's
stoned is become horny and he says that's not the case. Then he hugs up on Curly Head Not-stoned-either Robert and tries to prove a point. It doesn't get
across to anyone. Then we have to go because we need to give some kids their joints. I don't want to go, though, because I want to smoke more.
It's been too long, y'know? Brandon Horndog leads us out, and I keep laughing. I can't focus, at all. Who knew John Lenon was so afraid of the dark? That's not
like a revolutionary to me. By the way, Brandon isn't really homeless. That comes later. We get out, and we're on the road. There are people in a truck and some
girl with a cigarette and a cup. The truck drives up a bit and she yells, not screams 'What the fuck, you ran over my foot!' By now I think I pee'd a bit from laughing.
If someone ran over my foot, my first words would not be a drunken slur of what obviously just happened. I kept steering to the left. Taylor had to hold me.
Why do I keep doing this? You're stoned, Taylor says, of course you'll keep moving to the left. Then I run over to the left, without notice, then realize what I did and
sit down, pissing myself laughing. Robert seems worried a bit. I keep laughing. Then I start swaggering to the right. No one can stop me anymore. I begin to do
what appears to be crying, very hard; I'm embarassed, ashamed to make this be my first meeting with Mr. Wonderful and No Less Than a Super Model. And though
I've met Super Model, it's the first time I've seen her in a while. No bugger. She finds it funny, & not in a bad way. I told her I'm making the faces that people make when
they cry hard. But I made no sense. No tears either. Pfft. I tell them Brandon looks like that homeless guy. They ask whom? I said just that homeless guy. The one you
always seem to know.
I'm cold. Robert Mr.Generous gives me his hoodie. I feel bad. I give it back quickly afterward. Does anyone think me attractive? Where did that come from. I note the
huge run in my striped stockings for the second time that night. No, not slutty feeling, just caught my eye, honestly. Taylor sits with me and someone lays across behind us.
I think it's Super Stoned Joe. 10 o'clock dark and I'm proud to be a member of the Blank Generation. People keep disappearing and I can't keep up. We go to the ATM
so I can get money. That's when I get the hoodie. I give it back at the coffee house. FairGrounds. Sean is there. He's always there. I'm hungry, I think. But I don't get
anything. Got to save my money for Rocky Horror. Lily is fucked over scared by the Haunted House that was at the Blair Blast. Her friend Heaven is 'consoling her'.
She says to me, I like your costume. I scrunch my face. I dress like this everyday. She shrugs, and says whatever, I like it. My thank you is stinking like shit of sarcasm.
Heaven? More like a bat out of Hell with ratty blonde hair. Vivian gets in trouble 'cause her mummy sees people smoking. Oh, my, my. Back upstairs we go. I'm tired.
No, stoned. Stoned, stoned, and s-t-o-n-e-d. There's cuddling behind me; I think Greg is playing Deftones? I honestly can't recall. Or is it Joe? Someone is sitting in the
chair by the radio. People keep eating her pizza. Oh well. They go downstairs to wait for lui mère. No, I don't want to go. Okay, they say. So easy, heh. Noise, noise,
and noise later Greg somehow gets in the room. NOW he's playing Deftones. He loves them, he tells me. They're his second favourite band. I nod. That's nice, I say.
Always nice.
I think he's gone? Not Greg, I knew he left. She calls and asks me if I want to come down. I want to sleep. I've wanted to sleep, I noticed, I didn't want to put my boots on.
Too tired. Didn't want to lace them. Not even slip into them. He left [.Greg.] thinking I'd go behind him. I didn't. I fell asleep. And then morning came. Joe was on the other bed.
Fuck it, I think. What time was it? I went back to sleep. Whatever.
punxuntilwedye: Pfft.?
L0ser xxx Core: yeaaah
L0ser xxx Core: It's a sound that means whatever
punxuntilwedye: oh...i normaly dont type sounds (except during cyber sex)
L0ser xXx Core: if that is so, where the Hell is my crack?
Auto response from no little weasel: steve sells crack to emo kids.
L0ser xXx Core: it makes you a 10 month old baby with no knee caps and peas on your nose.
Auto response from no little weasel: so what does that make me
L0ser xXx Core: mushy, hot, rank puke green peas
no little weasel: hes just an antisocial prepubescent 5 year old girl. and i say that out of love
L0ser xXx Core: He wants to eat me up like you do those little snacks before nap time in playschool, and spit me out like a 13 year old acne ridden bulimic girl!:-(
no little weasel: LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoo
no little weasel: ROFLMAO
END.