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Jay: All you motherfuckers are gonna pay. You are the ones who are the ball-lickers. We're gonna fuck your mothers while you watch and cry like little bitches. Once we get to Hollywood and find those Miramax fucks who are making that movie, we're gonna make 'em eat our shit, then shit out our shit, then eat their shit which is made up of our shit that we made 'em eat. Then you're all you motherfucks are next.

Love,
Jay and Silent Bob

posted by Stonedaddy

# posted by Unknown : 7:54 PM

When I was fourteen, my boyfriend and I were kidnapped at a Mobile gas station. Joe had popped in to the quickimart to buy a lighter for the bowl we were going to smoke. Anyhow, I saw this weird looking guy while I was waiting for him and suddenly, I felt something hard jab the side of my chest and they guy was right next to me and I was like, "Hey mister, stop poking me." Anyhow, it turned out that the weirdo was poking me with a gun and he was like, "'Give me your money, girl." And I was like, "Uh, I don't have any." I really didn't too. Then my boyfriend popped out with the lighter and the man started jabbing him with the gun too. "Give me your money, boy." But the man had totally hit up the wrong upper-middle class kids because between me and Joe we had maybe four bucks. Anyhow, the guy shoved us in his car and started driving. I was in front and Joe was in back. The man kept slapping me over the head with his gun and it really hurt. Joe was crying like a baby in the back. The guy made us take off our shoes. "You must have money -- they keep it in their shoes," he kept saying. Then he started saying how he had to kill one of us so the other wouldn't rat him out to the police. I kind of thought this was dumb because if Joe was murdered, I would probably rat out the guy and this really didn't make any sense. I didn't want to say anything though because I didn't want to die. I think the guy was on crack or something. Anyhow, somehow Joe managed to get his side door open and had rolled himself out of the car. The man slammed on the breaks. I was kind of pissed that Joe left me, just like that, but my head hurt so I didn't say anything. The guy started chasing Joe around but for some reason he left his gun in the car. So I locked all the doors, turned the key that the dumbass had left in the ignition and got the hell out of there. I made sure not to touch the gun in case of fingerprints either. Then I stopped at the nearest gas station and called the police. When the police showed up, Joe had climbed up a tree and was crying there like a baby. The dumb man was standing in front of the tree yelling up at him. Then, the next day, Joe made it seem like he was some big hero or something. It was totally lame.

# posted by Unknown : 4:52 PM

As much as I am a painter, explorer, therapist, student, disciple, I am also a poet and not even in a traditional sense... I don't make every effort to be a poet. I have collected my poems in a folder since I was in 8th grade. My writing has changed over the years; I thank God. I have discovered a relationship between the paper and pen with my heart and hands. And though I find myself writing both carefully and most carelessly, there's something so poetic about just the attempt to become...

I am, therefore I try to be what I can be, before it's too late...before someone comes along and steps on my dream like a giant stepping on an ant, there are circumstances that push up daisies upon our livlihood, and it's a wonder that we can still express ourselves just to know simplicity of truth...

And though I try to be a poet/writer; a translator of my expreriences, I need you. I need someone to read my thoughts, scattered as they may be, they are still loosely drying on the line of life and awaiting a mother, a caretaker to remove them carefully from the clothesline to bring them back inside where they shall clothe the soul...

# posted by Unknown : 9:43 PM

yesterday it was 65 around noon and was raining in the evening. this morning it was 45 and normal...now its windy with flurries... This weather is begining to confuse me.




i had a dream i was about to be operated on and the head surgeon was Christopher Walken. for some reason this took away all my apprehension about being opened up on a table.

# posted by Unknown : 7:26 PM