tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142680772024-03-07T21:32:02.878-06:00tavius censoredMonkey wants to touch my caramel monkey!Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1146020804866372342006-04-25T21:57:00.000-05:002006-04-25T22:06:44.890-05:00if faith?if faith were a mustard seed i would have planted it by now.<br />if faith were a car i would have lost my license somehow.<br />if faith was a job i'd be fired without pay, for my overtime.<br />if faith was a play id stubble onstage forgetting my next line.<br />if doubt was the ground id be standing up.<br />trying to get my wings.<br />flapping like some unseamly flamingo, able but not a visually pleasing flier.<br /><br />inhabited by ghost of the past.<br />last man standing.<br />forgotten but not forgetting.<br />no regrets but regretting.<br />"caught and spinning in a wave to far out to be saved,<br />dazed yet not unfazed by this sense of aspiration."<br />to quote myself from a different space station.<br />earth i think ive landed.Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1143764577782051522006-03-30T18:19:00.000-06:002006-03-30T18:22:57.806-06:00toothpaste for dinner<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/1600/anything-nice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/400/anything-nice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com">www.toothpastefordinner.com</a>Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1143414757693846992006-03-26T17:11:00.000-06:002006-03-26T17:12:37.716-06:00its geeky but awsome<a href="http://www.fazed.org/video/embed/?id=84">mario brothers rock and roll. </a>Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1141971743931605172006-03-10T00:15:00.000-06:002006-03-10T00:23:29.600-06:00pseudonymewhats that?<br />oh its reactional not factual.<br />your writtings heritical to its own words.<br />repeat the same phrase three times.<br />coco lines ur pockets with pretty compliments,<br />try a mint ur words arent fresh.<br />or dope or any of the things these 'artist' tell u<br />in there means to grope every lack of scope there perception hopes to approach.<br />poetry?!?!? cant possibly see into the possiblity that he just swallows christianty then spits it back patheticly. take this from i the pseudonyme. i heard better words from a child of three.<br />take ur pen and choke it.<br />thats not a poet, and he dont know it.<br />thats not a poet, and he dont know it.<br />thats not a poet, and he dont know it.Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1139877287709091852006-02-13T18:12:00.000-06:002006-02-13T18:34:47.723-06:00What has happened to America's Jesus?By Rob Borsellino Mon Feb 13, 7:12 AM ET<br /><br />I remember when Jesus Christ was about religion.<br /><br />That goes back to when he was caring and compassionate all the time, not just during the political campaign season.<br /><br />He used to bring people together and give them hope. He wouldn't have his people get in your face and tell you to fight gay rights or you'll burn in hell. That's not what he was about. That's not the Jesus who made folks such as Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson rich and famous. He was a different guy from the 21st-century American Jesus Christ.<br /><br />When I recently visited Sicily, Italy, the old Jesus was all over the place. His statue was on the counter at the restaurant and the coffee house. His image was on the wall at the clothing store and in the hotel lobby. And there was a huge painting of him on the side of an apartment building.<br /><br />Sometimes he was with his mom and dad, and sometimes he was sitting with his pals - the apostles. Mostly he was hanging from the cross. Whatever he was up to, it was all about religion.<br /><br />It was interesting because I didn't go to Sicily looking for a religious experience. I went looking for what's left of my family. My grandfather and his brother came to the United States in 1904 and left behind their parents and two sisters. The sisters had kids, grandkids, great grandkids.<br /><br />I never met any of those people, and I knew nothing about Sicily except the obvious - pizza and the Mafia. My wife thought it was time to connect. She made some calls and let the family know we were coming.<br /><br />We landed in Palermo, got our bags and were met by my cousin Peppino Rizzuti, who was holding a handwritten sign with my name on it.<br /><br />He was there with three other cousins. They hooked us up with more family and spent the next seven days driving us all over the island and stuffing us with mozzarella, prosciutto, olives and about 50 kinds of pasta.<br /><br />My cousin Maria made the sign of the cross before she ate. My cousin Antonio's car had a figurine of a saint on the dashboard. My cousin Gian Marco had a beautiful cross hanging from his neck.<br /><br />But nobody was going on about God, Jesus and religion. It didn't come up. I saw all that and was reminded that you can be a decent person - a good son, husband and father - and still oppose the war in<br />Iraq. You can be a caring, thoughtful member of your community and still question whether Justice<br />Samuel Alito should have been confirmed. Jesus won't get mad at you.<br /><br />Several times during the week, I thought about telling my family what's happened to Jesus in the United States - how he's been kidnapped by politicians and preachers who decide what he does and doesn't think. They speak for him, and it doesn't always make sense.<br /><br />They say Jesus is "pro life," but he doesn't seem to have a problem with the death penalty. And he thinks stem cell research - something that would save lives - is no different from murdering babies. They say he's the embodiment of kindness, love, decency and compassion. But he hates gays, lesbians and Muslims. And he's not too crazy about Buddhists, Hindus and the rest. Jews? He can put up with them if he has to.<br /><br />The Rev. Fred Phelps of the Westboro Baptist Church in Topeka claims to speak for Jesus and goes around the country talking about how "<br />AIDS cures fags." Pat Robertson says it would be a good idea if the United States killed the president of Venezuela. It would be a lot cheaper than starting another war.<br /><br />All week I went over that stuff in my head and decided not to mention any of it to the family.<br /><br />It would make America look ridiculous.<br /><br />Rob Borsellino is a columnist for The Des Moines Register and author of So I'm talkin' to this guy ...Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1139427816827647762006-02-08T12:57:00.000-06:002006-02-08T14:23:40.890-06:00everything will change...........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/1600/marionpeck-mrbunnylg.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/400/marionpeck-mrbunnylg.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />i think the porcee-line porcupine is close to getting me.<br />tick, tap, pitter pat.<br />his foot steps. my heart.<br />if u start to look down from up here<br />u can see the world.<br />unfurled like a garden.<br />cars driving across each country.<br />blue stone garden ocean.<br />let me swim in stone.<br />tick, tap, pitter pat.<br />i should jump.<br />porcee-line porcupine is close to getting me.<br />he's red i think.<br />or black like the devil.<br />and no ur words silly devil cant take her.<br />hopefully ur rants cant break her.<br />hopefully ur rants wont brake her.<br />put down the bottle for me.<br />u lost ur continuity.<br />u lost ur infinity. i lost whats pretty. damn flower.<br />i live in the city, and the wolf is still bangin the door and ur grandmother.<br />search her body. dead body.<br />as long as u think im thin.<br />prostituting little brothers. K of diamonds.<br />Vendetta! Rigotta. Gotta get cream of wheat and ferris wheels.<br />this makes since to somebody<br />or my favorite body.<br />scatter cover smother skin cold. the way i like it.<br />it wasnt the best, but still my favorite.<br />porcee-line porcupine. tick, tap, pitter, pat.<br />his steps, my heart.<br />cart me away, down the steps.<br />i cant explain the flower. dance fucker. dance.<br />let me back, ill be a good puppy.<br />oh wait i bite.<br />coffee. 2 days awake.<br />coffee. 2 days asleep.<br />porcee-line porcupine, looks at me in my sleep.<br />pokes me when im awake. ruby eyes.<br />i couldnt hate u as much as i do.<br />crucify ur self daily, doesnt make me a martyr.<br />fine, take a stone altar, it doesnt alter my feelings.<br />wake up.<br />is the dreams the dreams.....<br />doubtful philisophic coco calls.<br />bowling balls roll, i didnt mean to keep winning.<br />dont break up with me in my sleep.<br />it wakes me up confused.<br />dream to awake.<br />My god its pretty up here.<br />if i was a gardener. id make the prettiest world uve ever seen.<br />preen cut shape. grapes not as good as the last.<br />eggs of candy.<br />dream to awake<br />porcee-line porcupine there either way.<br />there's something about the hand writting<br />that made me keep every scrap.<br />lap. top.<br />different life u dream of different things.<br />like being happy.<br />I want to take u far from the cynics in this town.<br />its not the first time ive said this. i promise.<br />i. a promise keepers aftermath.<br />ive found a golden path, its made of silver.<br />beautiful slivers.<br />hearts, hands, crowns. its just like heaven.<br />in the real world. chaps. chapman.<br />lets go. ill wear the red cape this time.<br />give me a 6 pack of fruit cups and a gallon of kerosine,<br />give me 2 jello puddin pops and a can of lube.<br />and ill get this party started.<br />not that funny, but funny enough.<br />u shouldnt listen any more. go back to sleep.<br /><br /><br />"and kiss u on the mouth."Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1138408335542556852006-01-27T18:30:00.000-06:002006-01-27T18:32:15.553-06:00this hit my +5 funny deflector with a laugh power of +6<a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7521044027821122670">Fear of girls. </a><br />u know its true.Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1136866049709105002006-01-09T22:07:00.000-06:002006-01-09T22:11:14.316-06:00luck luck fuck foreverlucky, the not so luckiest.<br />put in bad hands<br />mine that are the catharist.<br />sorry for the bad times<br />thank u for the good.<br />i never was worth u,<br />not like a good boy should.<br />time has passed for our sweet romance.<br />so flip a coin i lost lucky's last chance.Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1135810708467014882005-12-28T16:58:00.000-06:002005-12-28T17:01:37.820-06:00mrs. claus needs to get to it.poor poor santa.<br />alone in his work.<br />poor poor santa.<br />his wife must be a jerk.<br />poor poor santa.<br />he gives us so much.<br />poor poor santa.<br />no one give him touch.<br />poor poor santa.<br />we should all shed a tear.<br />poor poor santa.<br />only comes once a year.Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1132193193129140962005-11-16T20:02:00.000-06:002005-11-16T20:06:33.150-06:00yep its crude<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/1600/tampax.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/400/tampax.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/1600/giveadamnprogress9fr3np.gif"><span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span></a><br />now that is some funny photoshop.Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1129849573926191212005-10-20T17:55:00.000-05:002005-10-20T18:13:00.770-05:005 for silver, 6 for gold."winter is coming" i said.<br />im just trying to build a fire,<br />cover up the ashes of longing<br />watch the beauty in smoke and spire<br />a song around the camp,<br />as we all wait to retire,<br />nevermore till neverless,<br />clean our boots of muck and mire,<br />a golden age a pricless page,<br />that we write until we expire,<br />i am trying so hard to play my cards,<br />just a bluffer on a wire.<br />till winters bloom, soon huddled in room<br />for story tellers to inspire,<br />he tells his song from night till dawn,<br />we hope him not a liar,<br />we pray for fate, to open the gate,<br />of our hearts own desire.<br />while me and I sit cuddling by,<br />we're just trying to build a fire." - TMTaviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1128136722742989502005-09-30T22:17:00.000-05:002005-09-30T22:18:42.760-05:00useless as hell, cool as fuckyep there is no need, if this is an actual problem for u someone should take away ur keys, i know i had mine taken away years ago for the very same problem.<br />anywho take a look<br /><br /><a href="http://www.wftv.com/automotive/5039916/detail.html">http://www.wftv.com/automotive/5039916/detail.html</a>Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1127196326932622162005-09-20T01:04:00.000-05:002005-09-20T01:05:26.940-05:00im so afraid. i will try my best its all i have."on a childhood highway through a night alone<br /> I was barely breathing, I was crawling home<br /> well it¹s not quite london or the south of france<br /> or an asian island or a second chance<br /><br /> thinking about the whole thing<br /> guess you gotta run sometimes<br /> maybe I¹m a fast train rolling down the mountain<br /> watching all my life go by<br /><br /> you¹re a distant memory, you¹re an exit sign<br /> I was talking crazy on the driver¹s side<br /> and I know I hurt you but I won¹t confess<br /> was that blood or a wine stain on your wedding dress<br /><br /> thinking about the whole thing<br /> guess you gotta run sometimes<br /> maybe I¹m a fast train rolling down the mountain<br /> watching all my life go by<br /><br /> laughing at a bad break<br /> what¹s the use in wondering why<br /> maybe I¹m a storm front rolling through the valley<br /> tearing up a good july<br /><br /> and it¹s safe and warm where nothing ever happens<br /> would it be so hard to realign a star or two<br /> change a southern night for you<br /><br /> well it¹s not quite evening, and it¹s not new york<br /> there¹s a scar in the blue sky by the old airport<br /> and I¹m talking crazy on the driver¹s side<br /> I will always love you like a long goodbye"Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1126810240115562662005-09-15T13:48:00.000-05:002005-09-15T13:53:32.286-05:00its childish but it really does brighten up my day"<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">NZ finds Black Cocks hard to swallow<br /><br /></span></span>It was a bloody silly idea in the first place, but New Zealand's badminton world may finally have to concede that calling the national team the "Black Cocks" really is a bit too strong, the New Zealand Herald reports. Badminton New Zealand adopted the name a year ago as "a gimmicky label to attract sponsors and fans". It worked to a degree, because the organisation was quickly innundated with cash offers from companies such as - you guessed it - condom manufacturers.<br /><br />Furthermore, Badminton NZ prez Nigel Skelt confirmed: "At the recent New Zealand Open, crowds were yelling out 'c'mon the Black Cocks'. Whether the team actually adopt the name officially, they're already known as the Black Cocks." That's as may be, but the International Badminton Federation (IBF) has decided not to take the Black Cocks lying down. Skelt admitted: "They don't want to see the game lose its composure for the want of a gimmicky name. If you're over in China and you get introduced as the Black Cocks, it raises some issues." Ah yes, the sticky "we'd rather not entertain Black Cocks in the People's Republic of China" problem. Badminton NZ will now wait for feedback from its 27 regional associations at its November AGM before deciding on whether or not to let the Black Cocks stand. ®"<br /><br />now thats some good press.Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1126780071582643522005-09-15T05:04:00.000-05:002005-09-15T05:27:51.590-05:00im not biased<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/1600/constantine28.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/400/constantine28.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/1600/3fra330.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/400/3fra330.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/1600/mptv1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/400/mptv1.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/1600/_40665048_hounsou1_220getty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/400/_40665048_hounsou1_220getty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />well im not a man who likes to spend alot of my time being on one side of an issue or another.<br />and i have noticed that all the pics i put up here are of women. so im gonna make a switch up here and point out a man who is incredibly hot and one of the most bad ass mofo's since samuel L jackson.<br />i just saw him in barber shop (crap crap crap) and u may remeber him from amistad, the gladiator and my personal favorite Papa Midnight from Constantine.<br />Let us pay homage to the coolness of<br /><h1><strong><strong class="title">Djimon Hounsou<br /></strong></strong></h1> still dont know how to pronounce it, but when i do im sure it will sound cool, cause it looks pretty cool. so not only is this guy a man who i would love to look like and vibe like for my age, i only hope i have that damn coolness at his age of 41.....ladies let the kittens suffer.Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1126687817896567612005-09-14T03:49:00.000-05:002005-09-14T03:50:17.903-05:00if anybody didnt know chappelle show is back!click link for further news. and hilarity<br /><br /><a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/movies/1606025/">he's rich biatch!</a>Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1126621478082620212005-09-13T09:24:00.000-05:002005-09-13T09:24:38.090-05:00words to tom cruise, that made a stop by taviusvillethats the problem with him, he believes his own myth.Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1126400621119832342005-09-10T20:02:00.000-05:002005-09-10T20:03:41.123-05:00LD relationships around the world! here is ur hope!<a href="http://www.msutoday.msu.edu/10jun2005-1">Here Comes The Science.</a>Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1126398399844357842005-09-10T19:23:00.000-05:002005-09-10T19:26:39.846-05:00pretty pretty girl lovely lovely girl.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/1600/KittyPraying.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/400/KittyPraying.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/1600/adriana_lima9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/400/adriana_lima9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1126398215054115722005-09-10T19:22:00.000-05:002005-09-10T19:23:35.060-05:00ive played out postin lyrics<span style="font-size:130%;">"you see birds fall from the window ledge above mine<br /> then they flap their wings at the last second<br /> I can see their dead weight just dropping like stones<br /> or small loaves of bread past my window all the time<br /> but unless I get up and walk across the room<br /> and peer down below<br /> I don't see their last-second curves<br /> toward a horizontal flight<br /> all these birds just falling from the ledge like stones<br /> now due to a construct in my mind<br /> that makes their falling and their flight<br /> symbolic of my entire existence<br /> it becomes important for me to get up and see<br /> their last second curves toward flight<br /> it's almost as if my life will fall<br /> unless I see their ascent<br /> Mr. Mastodon farm - Mr. Mastodon farm<br /> cut swatches out of all materials<br /> Mr. Mastodon farm - Mr. Mastodon farm<br /> cut swatches out of all materials" - cake</span>Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1125999276189308472005-09-06T09:04:00.000-05:002005-09-06T04:34:36.196-05:00Ba da ba ba, ba da ba ba"If I tell you I'm strong, will you play along?<br /> If I tell you I'm strong, will you play along?<br /> If I tell you I'm strong, will you play along?<br /> Or will you see I'm as insecure as anybody else?<br /><br /> If I follow along, does it mean I belong?<br /> If I follow along, does it mean I belong?<br /> If I follow along, does it mean I belong?<br /> Or will I keep on feeling different from everybody else?<br /><br /> If I sing a song, will you sing along?<br /> If I sing a song, will you sing along?<br /> Or should I just keep singing right here by myself?<br /><br /> Ba da ba ba, ba da ba ba<br /> Ba da ba ba, ba ba da ba ba<br /> Ba da ba ba, ba da ba ba<br /> Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh" - Blue Man Group Feat. Dave Matthews.<br /><br />Dont mean that to sound as mopey and whiney as the words by them self do. just kinda remebered the song, and yeah those feelings are in there somewhere me thinks........and its now 6:54 in the mornin and i just typed alot of shit on my other blog which i edited like 50000000 times to make sure i got out what i wanted to say right and not just sounndin like an ass..........so im just gonna go with the lasy route here and post someone elses words. but at this point explaining this has tkaen up way way more words than i meant, and i might as well just delete the last lyrics, but 1 this wont make any sense without somethin about it 2 im kinda layin on my bed like a paraplegic with my arms sprawled half way across the bed, and i dont have the energy to move the mouse to highlight then delete those words, and i dont feel like movin my hand even far enough to reach the arrow keys........and if u ask how im gonna post this.....which i know u will cause u care soooooooooo much and are in such deep contimplation about this that u need a cup of tea a smoke and dictionary, just to grasp my words. im gonna use the tab key, if u have ever typed tired like where u cant move ur hands much then u know tab is just pinky away. where as the arrows are a whole hand pick up. which is just crazy for me to do right now...........omg why am i still going.............i dont know. well u should at least be glad i didnt make any mistakes that were backspace worthy cause then u would just be reading garbble.........well its time for that crazy pinky action. and 1 2 3............tab time. well crap. this is a text page. shit. it just moved that blinks cursor line thing over. well if u see this at alll we will have to find out in the morning cause i think im just gonna close my eyes and not move at all................nope.................well............crap have to turn off my monitor..........that mean a hand has to move.................well here goes the mouse. yep.<br /><br />im an idiot.Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1125959336156448952005-09-05T17:26:00.000-05:002005-09-05T17:28:56.163-05:00well thats just fucked up.Well the hurricane just fucked some people up bad, and there is no one better to state my opinion of the situation than <a href="http://www.illwillpress.com/">Foamy - The Squirrel.</a><br /><br />(dont click the drugs one, click the hurricane one. do i have to tell u everything?.....although the drug ones funny, its not the point of this post. but u should check out that one too.....after.Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1125269305194999342005-08-28T17:45:00.000-05:002005-08-28T17:48:25.200-05:00in the year 2000!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/1600/go_klingon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6586/414/320/go_klingon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.livescience.com/scienceoffiction/050824_auto_door.html#121">heres for kirk, and for the future let the doors be open, open says a me</a>Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1125030623498899832005-08-25T23:28:00.000-05:002005-08-25T23:30:23.506-05:00moo moo goy goy fi fing zauyin yang can stuff it in its yin yang if u know what im saying........screw the cycle, dont want bad with the good, cause if the bad leaves u stuck any of the good that comes with it starts to wear down in the weight of none moving badness........give me some straight good please, a flight home, and my car. yin yang can take that to the bank and cash it!<br />ya heard!<br />wha!? wha!?!? wha!??! thats what i thought! ...........PUNK!Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14268077.post-1124771075699024182005-08-22T23:23:00.000-05:002005-08-22T23:24:35.710-05:00hellllllooooooooo NURSE!"<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I am the very model of a cartoon individual<br /></span> <pre><span style="font-size:130%;">My animation's comical, unusual and whimsical<br />I'm quite adept at funny gags; comedic theory I have read<br />From wicked puns and stupid jokes to anvils that drop on your head.</span>"<br /><br />my theme song for the month.<br /></pre>Taviushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02600780931168485257noreply@blogger.com2