Mars Liposuction Healers

2003-06-02T15:13:00.000Z

Parents are from mars and children from their seeds

I can't believe this. Me and my mum just had an argy bargy and then the plumber came and we turned into Mother Tereasa. Fucking weird. Why is it that everytime I go on the net, she waddles in like a bad defender and gets on my tits. Makes me go really mad and do stupid things. I just don't get it, I am a grown woman and I should be able to control my temper, but honestly parents are Gods idea of a joke.

I mean, do we really want our houses to look like theirs? Why do we call it a generation gap? Do they realise when we need to left alone? Do they understand anything about us? If they really did, they'd leave well alone.

If you are a parent and is reading this, please leave your clingons by the door and enter Nexus with a clean mind. I tell you what, look to your neighbours child and do a whole world swap. You may grow to love em then.

2003-05-17T16:57:00.000Z

Smoking smoking smoking

I've tied myself to the PC. Hopefully that will work.

2003-05-09T16:06:00.000Z

Battle Star Galactica

Just heard this guy and I feel really confused. My heart bleeds and laughs at the same time.

Good grief. He's done me a big favour by being so F**cked, that I feel okay. That's not cool.

Oh yes, writing more. lOAds in FAct, i'm GEtting beTTer aT It. KEeps me Sane (eeeeeeoooooowwwww and several yodels). Heres a sample of work.

“The havana warbler moved in the red filed under C and A to get the gastronmic timberlake out of the kylie mynogue. It began to hover over the large boulders and Dolly parton had a beginners guide to philosohical chat with a tummbly warner. The gregory peck landed on the shrubby tree over the long dark summer in the secret garden. Ohh tigger tigger, let me shake your canned anochies oh lady of the red bulls gives you wings, my onkly wobble bucket of really nice headlong shonky shoeses”

and so on and so forth (thaiys Luke)

2003-04-17T21:38:00.000Z

A thought for the Stupid

I had a stupid thought today. I knew I was an idiot at the best of times.

If God doesn't arrive at my doorstep on Friday, I'm not playing anymore. I mean it this time.

Save me from self- destruction, oh reader. Pass me my violin.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

2003-04-11T20:58:00.000Z

Meditation for the Stupid

Just be yourself - incredibly lazy. It's brill.

Managed to buy a few meditation tapes by a passive cult situated in Wembley.

It's so therapeutic taping it for other people at "high speed". How strange and bizarre is that? Sister is hanging on at home by a very thin thread. Oh no folks are back. Better get back into my box.

2003-04-11T07:10:00.000Z

Irrational Fears of Imminent Pulsars

Have developed a real fear of being trapped in a Black hole. After failing to rescue all crew members in an attack against the Tom-Tomulains. Laneway pauses to try to think where thought is not possible.

It’s a feeling of no escape, can’t seem to shrug it. Cannot occur in reality but a real fear of it exists in my brain. (The souls frail dwelling place – Shakespeare)

Does that mean it exists?

Writer’s block, ineptitude and insubordinate thoughts still rife. Ie who are you kidding paperback writer? even a caveman could write better prose…..

Still dreams don’t exist, but knowing that they are ahead of me, I know that they can become real. Perhaps a desire needs to be kindled.

Photon torpedoes

Candyfloss clouds are melting in azure horizons,……………….. reach for the warm embrace of a passing summer breeze.
Schoooooooooooommmmtttthhhhh.

Warp 10

2003-04-07T14:40:00.000Z

Nicea de la Weekend - Santha Maria

I am learning a new european language called "taken a de piss, outaa all da foriegners". It beats esparanto and can be learnt by all with a general benign grudge for no reason whatsoever.

My third eyes opened.

I hallucinated an indian vegtable was talking clingon - no candyfloss and blue lightning skies then God?

Surreal

News from Delta quandrant shows findings producing discrepancies, maybe a pulsar Captain (steady on outer). Needs further clarification using sub stella diognistic intrays. (whoooaaa).

Haven't written for two weeks. Pants.

2003-04-05T22:42:00.000Z

To the gallows, Malificio (italian)... etc etc

The sun was out today, started a zen garden by accident (wow, far out), finding ayurvedic stuff really safe.

Meanwhile in Gotham city.....Sadaam and all his lookie-likeys are still holding machine guns at the press, as george bush targets hospitals. Tactics, yer gotta love em. Life seems to be getting predicatable again.

Suppose thats fine eh?

sheesh

Outers ailment of the day. The strange desire to have telekinetic powers.

2003-04-03T23:34:00.000Z

In a Sub-space Anomaly ... What War?

I've just booked two tickets to Venice and accommodation for under £90. I'm such a cheap skate. In fact this may help me get out of feeling strange and detached.

Had a very strange feeling passing some builders today, with pneumatic drills. Ratter tat tat.

I am repressing my feelings of denial by displacing my true feelings towards ze war. By generating outlandish stories of a feigned attachment. It's a very grey area. Writers block bad at the moment. Santa Maria my brain won't work. wiz a step to ze right mein fuhrer?

Joined a book club and applied for a few courses. Took me ages.

I want a job that involves pointing at people.

2003-03-31T09:42:00.000Z

Cow cow boogie in North London

On a real sad note this morning. Quite genuine saddness. I surprise myself. Went out last night and had a cool time - this was with my folks, I must be really hard up HOW ON EARTH COULD I ENJOY THAT?

I'm getting used to looking into a mirror without exploding.

The news is getting tiresome.

Oh no, I've just managed to bore myself. Where are my tranquilizers mother......

Housing, housing, housing........ Find me a shoe box where I can put my foot down.

Yawn. Need to jazz this page up. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

2003-03-24T16:42:00.000Z

My Big Trappist Monk of a Mouth

Sometimes I don' have to say anything, I just wake up and I bore myself to pieces.

I've realised (sadly - yet again) that peace does not exsist in my family, in your family in your household or anywhere. Life would not be fought if we wanted it sooo bad - strange ehh?? "out" is the new "in" baby.

I've sort of given up of getting out the Delta Quandrant. We are really stuck with a up Shitcreek without a wormhole ( eeyewww...)

I heard a squirrel humm today - it was special. Tai Chi rules.

2003-03-16T22:51:00.000Z

Our House

I decided to contact the Frenza La Dorkies and deal with the delta quadrant - at the same time. I took too much on and I've busted my spaceship.
So I've decided to listen to Radiohead and smoke loads.

Why did you leave me Ken Dodd, why

(Oh boy, Outer is really spinning this time)

2003-03-16T15:50:00.000Z

Hey Bill Gates, you need to know something

15 mins was spent correcting the word "semen" in my story. It's not in "word" spell check. I had wrote it as seaman. Finding it in Britannica Encyclopedia, something about Baltic Nations comes up.

Lucklily, I am very patient.

2003-03-16T12:21:00.000Z

My Prune Like Aunt

Jesus, I must love repetitive tasks. I tried to log on about 15 times. I spent about 5mins wondering around the room thinking up conspiracy theories. It's like having a meeting with yourself ie Not really going anywhere special.

All I wanted to say is that I'm speaking to my folks and they have stopped looking like Satan. I have therefore merged forces with them. I have however spilt from the delta quadrant in my house, which is my sister. The Ra Ras are a mean and inconsiderate life form. She says I'm not the victim...yeah try living in an oppressive regime 24/7 when I was captured by the Frenza La Dorkies. (steady on Outer).

Also, my parents told me this morning that my great aunt puts her false teeth in an Indian drink called "lassi". This was around about the time I was sipping some.

2003-03-15T01:23:00.000Z

Bargain Flight to Iraq

My parents have just peeled my face of the screen but I've managed to crawl back from the wooden box they keep me in to write once more. I've spent about 9 hours on the PC and it feels GREAT. I've discovered a few things about myself. Instead of liking hearing my own voice, I Iike to hear myself write. I am the female Jack Nicholson, I am the Whining. I am I am. It helps me as I am from Mars.(steady on Outer)

I've got about 40 or so stories ready and waiting to be rejected by some poncy Mr Conran disciple. I'm getting ready for the rejections by not sending them anywhere. I'll keep you posted.
I saw this free comp on the net, which I've entered, all the other entries are all sort of Clare Rayner styles and plots - I just added a bit of sex with disabled people. I'm sure I'll win that one.

Oh dudes, big argument at home about drinking. I was told not to drink when I go out. I told my ma and paa to look up their asses, so we're not speaking.

2003-03-11T14:07:00.000Z

Wheely Chairs, Parent Hating and A Small Tangent

I blame my parents for everything. I still don't have a monkey and thats all I want. Perhaps that would solve all my problems. Does Asda do monkey food? If so how much?

I've started 8 stories and am quite chuffed that I'm still producing material, considering that I am an inept, and really unwell. Currently my phobia is the kettle. I have no idea why. This is a small tangent.

I've just read a great blog site - jesus this is what I've been waiting for all my life. I'm not the only kooky person on this planet. The web, despite it's cost, holds such a great deal of comfort. Mainly for people who don't like to move around much. Have you ever thought of your wheeled chair as one of those creations you had as a child, that helped you to walk. The ironing, it's killing me.

2003-03-11T02:24:00.000Z

I've just realized that I may possibly be the worst speller in the entire universe. This does not bother me in the slightest, as I have now stopped talking about my inadaquecy or the ineptitude of my parents for not teaching me. I have genetic defects that prohibit me from using all my brain. It's called being a lazy .

I'm writing another story called "Who's Paying" - as a person who thinks the whole world is against her, but opposes extremist leftist movements, and am left to think that there is no middle ground. I'm actally method writing, it's very strange but an interesting experience. This story kinda goes into the mind of a jaded woman and her visions, or the functioning of her brain. This includes a multiple violent thoughts, which she feels unhappy yet happy with. One of those paradoxical things, that has led her to assume she is "unwell" or "odd". Which is the cause of why she has them. Strange eh??

I can relate to it so much, that I've run out of people to wince at or approach strangers and ask them for a hug. They all seem to scarper as soon as I turn into the Godfather incarnate or mother Teresa. So today, I will change my character and method act a kindly Ronnie Biggs (?), who has paid for his crime and will come in quietly. Very much like the gusto of anger this woman carries. It needs to come in quitely, for it is an absolute crime, but trendy/nice at the same time.... compredre??

It matters not Jedi, it matters not.

My spaceship awaits, .....

2003-03-10T13:41:00.000Z

I'm now out of steam, as I've logged in the same password about seven times and entered text in twice. There must be something wrong with my fingers or my brain. Or it the bugs in the PC that will destroy the world and invade and zonk all of mankind, with their powerful un-defeated zonkers.
I'm pooped.
The cabinet is split, will we make it to the next level of nearly going to destroy Iraq, but won't until we've had another meeting. This is the best virtual reality game of playing God I've ever had. It's really cool man. The players look really real. Cool.

Apart from that that all is nearly well. Have had several disturbing ideas for more stories which is good, also started another short one which should end with a twist as usual. It's got sex as a sub catorgory and will titilate all with imaginative ideas on sex. But do not have sex as the main thing in their life. Like sub-sex thinkers ie A good boss. I don't think "Martha Herbert" is a good porn name. It sounds like a minor character in a Dickens novel. Or an american redneck housewife.

I'll work on it.

2003-03-09T04:30:00.000Z

I CAN'T SPELL
I can't believe I've found a website that allows me to winge anonomously, I'm going to save a fortune, but I want to wind up my therapist for the hell of time wasting. Daytime television and scriptwriting is getting tedious.
Wow, I'm so impressed.
Perhaps, through writing a journal I will realize that I am an absolute jerkette of the highest proportions. Classy with it of course. I always pick my nose when I'm excited, and I've just discovered I can't do it. Isn't life a wonderful revelation.