A Post On Creativity

When the time comes, you shall all realize what has become of the understanding that you have proven to me that you do not think that I had believed that you acquired. That standard of logic is undeniably false, in the sense that you should have known beforehand that I would have thought that you definitely had not disregarded the fact that you could have been considering thinking about the deniably untrue fact that I could have been lying about telling the truth to your friend. What does that mean? Absolutely nothing, which is what you're about to become! Ha Ha Moo Ha Ha!

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Worldwide
Orginization
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Western Sephardic Orthodox Jews

Who Knew?

Kinetic Science
Newton
Einstein
W-Are all liars

and thank you for your painkillers and anti-depressents- you know who you are

Now its time for some good old fashion

Fun!


JohnnyK and the Adventures of RodtheBod

Returning fromt their arch enemies, the satanic cult suspicously/coincedently called Cuba, RodtheBod and Johnnyk find themselves at their houses. WOW(add smiley face in O). Their houses up 25,000 feet in the Himalayas. The enjoy being high up as it makes them closer to Cheranna and the Seven Prophets, their pagan idols. The final seven prophets have just given their prophecies, and the judges are at a standstill. It is up to YOU YOu You you to decide their fate! Vote now for your favorite, for this is (((PAGAN IDOL))) The number is 1-800-666-IDOL02

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Quite Stream Number Four

Alas my friends, Karnalgm finds himself in yon dungeon. Obvious exits are North South East West, Northeast, Southwest, and DENNIS. Ye talk to DENNIS. DENNIS is not yon frenidly. Ye go West. Ye se Ye flask. Get ye flask, bethinks ye. NEIN, fo tho flask is in yo yon clouth sucka! Ye see ye scrooll. get ye scrooll, bethink ye. NEIN, fo yo scrooll is in yo crematory sucka! Ye leave room. Obvious exits are not west. Ye go south west. ye se quite stream. NEIN fo yo quite stream is yo poisened sucka! Ye leave yon quite stream. Ye se Han Solo. Ye are ye confused.
The river's tent is broken; the last fingers of leaf Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The windCrosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song. 176The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers, saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyedTHE INCREDIBLE HULK and high sat up smoking in the pumpkin supernatural darkness of cold-water flatsfloating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz, who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mick Jagger and Cherannas angels staggering on tene- ment roofsilluminated,
Quum non exigui momenti negocia quaedam inuictissimus Angliae Rex Henricus eius nominis octauus, omnibus egregij principis artibus ornatissimus, weesnahcum serenissimo Castellae principe Carolo controuersa nuper habuisset, ad ea tractanda, componendaque, oratorem me legauit in Flandriam, comitem & collegam uiri incomparabilis Cuthberti Tunstalli, quem sacris scrinijs nuper ingenti omnium gratulatione and God Bless der Beach boys in Vietname

god help and bread you all

qUITE sTREAM NUbaH TReE

Wecome bock da quite stream numbah tree. In todahs ebbysoda called "Oh da Oddasity" we veel bee considern same thunkn weshawn for yall. Kargnalm, da gust foom Scindanova, thoust harst. Kid K in a beatbed mood todagh. CHINGCHONGCHINAMANSITTINGONARAILLONGCOMESWHITEMANANDCHOPSOFFHISTAIL.
qUITE he wanderd todads stream_in der nover unding qoost for da enternol neembah grail for da seoul. Karngnalm seets quite near da stream- thoust hark Hamlet, der Shakespear (1984)

SCENE III. A room in Polonius' house.
Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA LAERTES
My necessaries are embark'd: farewell:And, sister, as the winds give benefitAnd convoy is assistant, do not sleep,But let me hear from you.OPHELIA
Do you doubt that?LAERTES
For Hamlet and the trifling of his favour,Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood,A violet in the youth of primy nature,Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.OPHELIA
No more but so?

god help and bread you all

qUITE sTREAM NUBAH TAH

Quite li, he smoved amung der booshes, talkn' oo his deeeum. "Doom, he serd, are thoust reallyt goin eat may?" Doam joost shreeged, arnd wolked a toureds the quite stream.

wait for da numbah tree

RESIDENTS- creeeeeeeeeeeepy

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the big cat

THEATER Theater Theater Theater

The Holy Scriptures of Cheranna and Oconus The Hand of Doom

Hear me o Israel, children of the corn. Thou shalt listen because you have nothing better TO
DO! Harem! TOO long has it been since the Catholic Church has had a NEW god to worship. Evcark to the Promised Land my childeren of the steamed broccoli! Neine feivel eist thou soundeth goood. THOSUT name is CHERANNA CHERANNA CHERANNA CHERANNA CHERANNA

Bradley

Bradley was a trumpet player. Every morning time, he would bring him and trumpet to the highest hill in his living community to play the trumpet. Not that he was anything good at trumpet. He was just loud, in a trumpetish way. Down in the village thar townes people would call up to him in multiple colours. "Hark thoust Bradley. What in the name of thoust god are thoust doing??" But of course Bradley kept playing , ignoring their techno babble, and continued his blowing of brass.

S I C K O S I C K O S I C K O

Dick. Yes, I mean you. Dick Lincoln. Now that we have this line of communification I have one message for you: LEAVE. Not just for a weekend, or hell, even a month, I mean forever. FFFOOORRRREEEEEVVVVEEEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!! I see you sitting there reading my blog at this very moment, for if you look out the window to your left-no, the other one, idiot-you can clearly see the one with the binoculars. Perhaps I have told you too much. Nevertheless, I know what you have done with Richard, and that is sick. My God man, he is in your family!! How could you betray him like that? That is why I am advising, no, demanding that you leave. I am giving you until Thursday, or...uhh...GOT IT...Do you know Lily from two doors down? Aha, now you see where I am going with this. Alas, there is one, and only one way to get out of this. Give me the head of Jackson the Badger, and find Robert Jackson and his red Cougar and/or badger, then we'll talk. Yes, you know the ones. T H I N K A B O U T I T . . . how many red cougar and/or badgers have you seen walking down the sidewalk?

Remember: THURSDAY
And I mean it!!
not really

Quite Stream

Quietly, he ran past the stream, in fear for his life. He did not know who it was , or what it was, but he knew it was coming. Something deep inside him recalled a memory of his gone and distant childhood.
“You wouldn’t mumsy, would you? Not your little mumsy pumsy.” He shuddered in memory of his dead hagmother. While he was nitedreaming, it creped up behind him. Of course, it is plainly obvious what happens next, so I will leave you at this unfortunate and awkward spot in this story.

plot plot plot

see this boy formulating a plan
formulate
formulate
formulate
he is plotting world domination
plot
plot
plot
some think this pre-adolescents are twisted,
but they are wrong
he just have "issues"

Speaking of the Devil...

How about that 666 eh? One the desired day he hathst risen from the depths and smiteth us all with the horriblest of horriblities: switched cable channels. Pray for repentance! Grovel for benevolence!! DEAR GOD!!!!!!!

CREEEEEPY!!

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I dinint like eireish poetaetoes, but on the muddley Sunday midnoonish at the fairpark, the poetaetoes beckoned to me. It was all bubblyish and brownish, and I just had to have it. It seemed to have sum prefound meaning that my minsy human brain just could not underhend. Did you no that der eireish worship poetaetoes? Danny O’ Bryan (I just made him up) is eireish. Tinkle Tinkle.

a rambl n

Once upon a magical timera, in a wonderful place idealized in multiple B each B oys songs, there was a communist evile dictarobey, Who ruled a place called Californa. He did want walk to a magical fivendime store, andddddd he had a writing comeover. His name was not Roderick Bodman. He is very much a drug dealer (in a second life). One fine rainy day, he decided to… go back to sleep, for he decided that the day was rainy.

Jumpy Gyn

Jumpy Gyn wanted to be a cosmonaut (in case you didn’t know, that’s communist for astronaut). Not that Gyn was a commie, but she always thunk the Queen was up to no good. What a shame that Gyn was a trout fisher that worked the wilds of Detroit (the sewertrout are in season). One fine sewer trout midnoon, Gyn came upon the granddadafather of sewer troutmutants. Its name was Puffin, and there was no other puffin before this puffin, even though it wasn’t a puffin, its name was Puffin, thus inducing its puffiness. Gyn gazed up lovingly at Puffin’s multiple eye sockets, for Gyn thought moronically that Puffin would be her bestest friend for all eternity (Gyn didn’t have much of a social life). Quite unfortunetly, Puffin just had eye sockets, and gobbled up Gyn. And no, Gyn never became a cosmonaut (commie for astronaut.)