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[21 Feb 2005|10:23pm]
[ mood | Alive and Well ]

Whenever I read this old Journal it makes me all depressed. Go to my new journal baby. selbstopfer I'm alive and well and I update frequently. It still february...doesn't that suck.

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[22 Jan 2005|08:22pm]
Against black we hear the faint sound of electricity gently surging. All around us, banks of fluorescent lights, behind Plexiglas flicker to life at random, illuminating an elegant, pristine white environment. It has a Japanese feel to it, a simplicity in its design. As we track forwards we are dwarfed on either side by two enormous medical/industrial robots. In unison they sweep around towards a workspace littered with eggshell-white plastic parts. As we get closer the parts become more visible and reveal an organic nature, their shapes resemble humanoid forms. From above we see clearly a female form in a fetal position completely abstracted and disassembled. Although it is artificial it is beautiful and elegant. The machines set to work in extreme slow motion. Their arms gracefully engaging with the incomplete human form, removing and adding parts to the partially hollow plastic shell and its matt black complex inner workings. Although only the front portion is in place its features are clearly those of Bjärk’s, albeit the smoothed panels of a Japanese motorbike. The eyes open as the robotic arms construct consciousness. Warm orange sparks fly against the cold blue white plastic. It feels like we are watching the last stages of an artificial intelligence's birth. As it starts to sing, the elegance of the song and the imagery is contrasted by the abstractions caused by this incomplete form. It never quite becomes whole. As the track unfolds so too does the imagery developing in stages. The figure, still incomplete is upright now. Its hand reaching up to touch its own face. We reveal more of the scene. Gently white fluid, like milk starts to wash over the forms and eventually engulfs it (this would be achieved by submerging the forms in a vat of milk and draining it off, filmed in reverse). When the form emerges from the vat we reveal that it is number two in a series. Still with Björk's features, the two ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCES begin to engage with one another. Locked together in a surreal embrace, parts intertwined and fused, we concentrate now on details, kissing, slow motion white fluid, fluorescent light. The imagery is slowly becoming more sexual but way too surreal and abstract to be offensive. We see the plastic bodies begin to unfold like strange flowers. The last sequence of shots as we pull back very wide reveal an indescribably abstract life form made from the two unfolded, artificial, humanoid forms. It's like Kama Sutra meets Industrial Robotics . The shots in this video will not be as difficult as you might imagine. The main performance aspect of the video would involve attaching blue panels to Björk's body and replacing these areas with model parts filmed against the same background. This will give the illusion of her being hollow, completely artificial. We would shoot everything as a lock off. As we approach the finale, the shots would possibly start to include a mixture of computer graphics and live action, used seamlessly to depict these robots unfolding. A lot of preparatory work would be needed and some compositing but the shot would be very simple. I am convinced that this would make an extroadinary surreal performance video. The imagery would be majestic and we could be sexually suggestive as we like and get away with it.
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[03 Oct 2004|06:36pm]
selbstopfer it will soon house my art, check it out.
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I messed up [05 Sep 2004|03:44pm]



Correct Picture

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not worth it [05 Sep 2004|03:28pm]
[ mood | gothic ]

) Take your LJ username and replace each letter with the corresponding number (A=1, B=2, etc...). If your name contains numbers, you'll need to convert them to letters first before you can convert to numbers.
hippoimplant= 8 9 16 16 15    9 13 16 12 1 14 20
2) Add all of the numbers together to create a kind of super number.
149
3) Make a note of the first digit of this number, then add the digits of the number together. NOTE: 1!
1 4 9 = 14
4) Find the post of this number in your LJ. If you don't have that many posts, add the digits together again. Keep doing so until the number is smaller than your pathetic number of posts.
I'm too fat to remember which one it is.
5) Take the digit you noted in step 3, and count that many words into the post.
6) Use the resulting word in a Google Image Search, and select a picture from the first page.
7) Post the results for us all to see.

Look how cute it is!

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Axl Rose = Oral Sex < figure it out? [05 Sep 2004|02:44pm]
[ mood | scared ]

So i might die soon. I need some fucking brownie bites, really bad, I been wantin them. This is depressing. I might wake my mom up and demand brownie bites, or I might get together some change and see if Father Joshua is home. I changed my Journal, its ugly. Sorry I don't update much, this comouter = homo. So I saw harry potter with ds and mf. http://www.lorealkids.com/products/smoothiesmain.html <go there, imspiration for my journal, ORANGE MANGO SMOOTHIE! I suck, my face is really dry and my skin is just going to fall of soon revealing my true nature, A SEVEN FOOT TALL LIZARD WOMEN. I had a really scary dream last monday night, suriously, it was SCARY AS SCARY! This thing that kind of looked like leather face, he had no facial features and dried up looking skin and was in a hospital janitor one piece thing (blue) and black dread locked hair, think fetus in fetu. Anyway, he was following me, like just everywhere. He would walk out at night from woods and just look at me. Like, I was at my dad's in the dream, my dad has a picture window over looking his wonderufl pool and some deep woods, he walked out from the woods (very bigfoot like) then he just stared at me...and turned around. Then he walked out of trees and just looked at me at night on our way home from les flick's HOME LIKE INN. Eventually I came to except the fact he was never going to leave me alone. He came to me that night when I went to sleep in the dream, and had a dream inside a dream and he kidnapped me. The Kidnappings then started happening i would find myself somewhere that i didn't fall asleep at. The stupid thing didn't have the mind that if he kidnapped me at my Dad's house he should return me to my dad's, he would return me to my Mom's. So I'm pretty sure it was molesting me. I told everyone, NO ONE BELIEVED ME. Then I woke up and I was EXTREMELY disturbed. It didn't seem to scare anyone I knew...except greg. I don't like being alone in rooms, its just made me all askjhdashjdhasjda and scared. So i'll remember this dream forever and I'm going to write a book. ITS OFFICIAL! OK well, that was the scariest dream i've ever had. The end. WRITING ABOUT IT SCARES ME!!!

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When friday comes we'll all call rats fish. [29 Aug 2004|01:31pm]
[ mood | Dilly Dally! ]

When your mother cries over politics you know something is fucked up. I have news. Sorry that i was dead for so long, my computer is too cool for me, like so many other people? Well anyway, I don't play stand up bass anymore, i switched back to cello. So last monday was my first day of school, high school. Its very very lame. I'm getting the little "windows warning" now saying my "virtual memory" is to a dangerous low! OH SHIT! Were all going to die, maybe just me. Highschool made me hate everything. I like lunch, even though i hardly eat, i'm too gothic, SATAN FEEDS ME! Um, I been practicin cello and i suck soo hard. Its so sad outside, i'm a little sad, because summer is ova and i'm livin up at school. It rules my life. I can't write anything anymore, it doesn't work, I GUESS my writing is about to change or evolve or something? WHATS THIS ITS EVOLVING, my nidokin just evolved into a nidoking and it can kick your nidoran's ass! I thought i had a lot to write about, but apprently not, I'm tired of my LJ settings bitches. So i have to do something revolutionary! I don't know what yet. I'll make sure to tell you when i do, but i'll hint at something...no i'm too fat to do that. Ok well this be the fat kid signing off, maybe never signing back...SO GOODBYE BABES

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Rest In Peace Rick James. [06 Aug 2004|07:10pm]
[ mood | Rick James is Dead. ]

RIP Bitch

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barrel breasted beagle bitches biting boxer bugs (also known as crabs!) [01 Aug 2004|08:19pm]
[ mood | BAGLE COMPUTER ]

So i've been a fuckin around on my community that danni and i made.I went to the mall friday and saturady i lost my phone and ate some magical chicken from the chinese place. Then we found my phone and bought some shit. Sam is a tool he tried to steal a book from border's and the alarm went off, how embarassing!!! So today Pam, Greg, and I went to see FARENHEIT 911, it was perdy good but it was really long, and just a little boring? Maybe its because i'm ADD and i had to pee through out the whole movie. So the gay kid (marcus) isn't aloud to come hang out with us at burgundy court for some reason. His parents decided that it makes him a smart ass (Apprently i do that to people???). Ewotic. Yeah hun, thats supposed to say erotic. To tell you the truth the only reason i'm updating this piece of shit is because no one is online to talk to and i'm downloading songs (i'm going to hell). I'm about to watch six feet under, on of the most entertaining shows of all time, then its time for dead like me and then its time to get back online and waste my life. So monday was the most awesome day of my life. Monday the 26 hun. I have the most annoying sickness ever, just hardcore throat pain and snuffy nose and huge f-in huge lymphnodes. MY MACHINE IS F-IN MASSIVE! Ok, anyway i'm too cool for life and so i'm going to move onto bigger and better things like being cooler than you? I want to make a movie now, so someone bring over a video camera and some actors. Also someone needs to buy me this movie called OVER THE EDGE. If anyone can get it for me i'll be the happiest little fuck in all the land. SO WHATS UP BITCHES! So anyway i'm out of things to say but my f-in songs aren't done downloading yet so gimme a minute to think of something cool to tell you.........................................this isn't that cool but i got a book called "SERVANTS OF SATAN" And its about witch trials. The other day we got a baby from kmart a littl elctric one and its black and drinks orange juice and sings itself to sleep. well I think i'm going to go kill myself or something because i am that gothic. I WANT TO DO SOMETHING FOR GD IT. But there isn't anything to do. Um so go f yourself in the a.

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I BREAK YOUR HEART [28 Jul 2004|10:17pm]

sittin around smokin crack asshole asshole cheese whiz.

Damn kids....

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The Only Rape I know, Is happening to you. [20 Jul 2004|04:33pm]
[ mood | whore ]

I so hate you Journal. I hate you so much. Hate, Hate, Hate, but you're pretty. Um, so they just sit around and do whippets and i have to be mama and attack and then be an asshole about it because josh's fat. I want to do art. So i feel Ostracized and i really don't know why, its gross. One minute i feel like i fit in and then the next i feel like i should die, and go to hell, and die. but what kind of world would that be? I think people would miss me, hun. Sorry, I'm so goth. So I have poetry because I really don't have anything to say because i'm lazy. OH! Gay kissed Zack and Zack shat himself. Anyway...poetry time, fuck poetry time. I'm too lame for that. This song is seriously so awesome, and I wish I could remember what it evolved into "The Only Rape I Know." It turned into something weird. So when is that bitch going to die? I want her to die so i can be sad and wear a shirt that says, "RIP COURTNEY." Pam showed me the stretcher pictures of her, they are soo sad, she just looks ridiculous. I'm sorry.

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Don't mind thems theys dicks. [17 Jul 2004|12:03am]
[ mood | Disenchanted ]

Could you strum your guitar any harder? What a fat mamma. So we was in willis tonight and fat mamma was playing guitar like a 300000 pound man would beat his meat (really hard and really fast). So Danni and I picked up guitars and mimiced him until his phone ringed, and like true assholes we screamed while he was on the phone...HAHAHA! AWESOME. Then I sang and i was told that i tried too hard but that i am a good singer. HE WASSSSS A FAGGGG. Greg's shoes came today, they pretty. My dad got in a confrentation. My mother talks to herself about greg (i'm not important). I want to mope around, i'm just going to go become ubber goth and slit my wrists. SO i been listening to RASPY and contimplating getting a start on my summer work, fucking fuck shit out the fucking dust asshole. I watched PYSCHO BEACH PARTY this morning, hott movie Chicklet. I give up on life.

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To be famous is so nice, suck my dick, lick my ass. [11 Jul 2004|06:44pm]
[ mood | Disco? ]

So i have updated anything that has to do with anything in forever...so here it comes.
~July 4th~
The fourth of July consisted of my uncle saying "nigger chasers" and thats really all that happend besides going to leZ fucks homo lickin. There were also fireworks.

~last week~
Gay was being a thief. He stole shiz from borders (a better sex guide) Which he just walked out with. What a crazy. So there was a gay kiss on degrassi...lame. I hate. Um, what else is there to talk about. I'm making my livejournal friends only the second I find a nice little "friends only" thing. Um, yeah Danni dyed her hair, Sam dyed his. Sam pierced his nose, I almost pierced my septum. My life is lame, I'm becoming sucha lamatard. We also went swimming often. Anyway...yesterday it rained like a mother fucker and friday was awesome. I finally found the Party Monster soundtrack. Thats all I can think about...I really need to update daily. Suicide. I also caught up on my sleep today.

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[09 Jul 2004|04:06am]
Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is...breath taking
Your hugs are...friendly
Your eyes...light up a day
Your touch is...irresistable
Your smell is...refreshing
Your smile is...hypnotising
Your love is...everlasting
Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!
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[05 Jul 2004|08:19pm]
[ mood | gloomy ]

i took to the sky and flew as far as the eye could see. Then there was a black man who said to me, "I have to go now, but are you positive you don't want this piece of candy?" I indulged my inner most insanity and told him yes, so i took the lollipop that had been up willma's ass and i began sucking on it. It tasted like shit, but if you could get past the shit taste on the inside lived a much sweater creature that would rot your teeth out like you rotted my heart out, with fangs, and curly hair, and shiny eyes that flash. I decided to work for this man that lived in the butt lollipop, i found his name to be nipplez De Loutez. Mr. Lotez told me to take wilma shit lollipop and put it back where it belongs, the sky. So i took a safety belt and shoved myself in a fucking space ship. I began touching myself when i saw the asteroids, but then i smelled the wilma shit, and shit myself because of how bad the shit already smelled. With the help of god i found wilma out in that place we refer to as space, but i think it should be called hungerian dictarship east of north carolina. I killed wilma, ate her balls and kept her labiya for the chimps back home. Damn they loved vagina lips. So i guess my journey for today is over and i hope you have fun with the watermellon we purchased Martha.
- Poopy Mc. Poop.

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[03 Jul 2004|12:49am]
[ mood | I FEEL SEXXXY ]

http://www.petitiononline.com/TheN1234/ go sign it bitches, i wanna see Manny abort.

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[01 Jul 2004|05:12pm]
[ mood | distressed ]

I'm no sick no more. My Canker soars are going away and my fever is completely gone. I slept alot today, got up and watched some movie about this kid who wanted to see people screw before the end of the summer called, "Just Looking". It was perdy good. Its still on but i'm still fat. So whatever, i'm starting to feel shitty, i think computer screens make have cancer or something. I wanna die, no, i don't. I don't know what i want to do. I've decided that when my band decides to find a place to practice and then when were famous, that i'm setting a weight limit so we don't have a ny fat asses in it like what happened with the distillers.

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[01 Jul 2004|05:13am]
[ mood | depressed ]

i'm really depressed, i have a rash now.

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Herpangina Log II (if i wasn't sick...this would be called...CANDLE SIXTEEN) [29 Jun 2004|11:02am]
[ mood | drained ]

so the fever is gone for now...but the fucking soars are hurting like a motherfucker. If i decide to infect one of my local gas statios, dollar stores, or pharmacies, there will be pictures. Seeing as I need batteries. I'M GOING TO MAKE THIS EXPIERENCE FUN GOD DAMNIT! So, I'm just going to document this shit. Well lets see, I've thrown up once, taken many advil, given it to all my friends, been craving some fucking CHICKEN, want these converse boots, and those are all my symptoms, oh and the mouth soar count is up to like ten or nine.

So last night, I watched Batman returns. I forgot how awesome that movie is. Before Batman I watched Rocky Horror...good times....(<that ones the period) The Distillers were on Conan (COh - NaN) and they performed 'beat your heart out' from their studio album 'coral fang' or 'oral dilla' depending on whom your ass is a speaking wif. OH! I wrote something about my herpangina...its some pretty hott shit. so there it is down there...

Smelling Salts.
My fever is breaking
And this cancer is burning
I could destroy your
Third world with these, these
Mouth soars, with this, this
Broken, tiny, heart.
Oh your smelling salts
I miss you and you’ve,
You’ve only been gone, gone
For a day, or so, or so
They say. They told me I was sick
Sick today, and tomorrow, times 13
Baby they are bursting, bursting with
The strangest flavors, flavors I have, I have
Never tasted on my, my 14 years, upon
This gray, gray desert, my broken hearted
Funeral pyre, you are hurt and I need to wake
Wake the fuck up. Give me those, those
Smelling salts.

and i'm spent... so i'm going to go see a man about converse boots and some GD chicken, thats you Henry G. hmmm...should I get GAY(K)-F-C

they are like these...except the red is white on the ones i'm getting. They'll make me feel sex.

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I'm sick sick larry, I mean I got herpangina [28 Jun 2004|05:18pm]
[ mood | sick ]

I have herpangina! Hahaha! I can't do anything for two weeks! I gave it to all my friends because we shared a pop and now i'm going to die...for PERSONAL REASONS! My case of herpangina doesn't seem to bad, BUT BY DAY SEVEN ITS GANNA SUCK! MY fever is breaking, or so i believe...DAMN DAMN ON THE FOOD CHAiN.

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