| "Hey you wanna hear something?" |
[Sep. 16th, 2005|07:33 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Cranky, torch & axe anyone? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wailers | ] |
I get questions like that all the time and most of my answers end with the same reply, No. Yet none of them get it, so sometimes I have to make animal noises in order for them to shut the hell up. Either that or insult them, but sometimes even an insult is too good for them.
(What that booklet says, I don't care. It just looks funny, I just wish I could digitally add a toilet...)
Considering everyone in my school is either a complete dumbass or they have some wierd habit, which in my case, qualifies as a fat rotting turd(idiot).
First off, I have categorized some people here.
Rule #1: Stay away from porkers, I am not trying to just make an attempt to insult fat chicks, just the assholes. Which is...all of them. Continuing onward, there is some really smug obese retard in my class, well not obese. She just has the looks of a man with pointed man boobs, pasty white skin, pudge peeling over her makeshift belt, and an annoying cackle. Like that of some warted witch, though this girl isn't a witch. (All those that are weak, and didn't catch the insult there. Here is a nice pic for you.)
Resuming the rant of the annoying snob, I can't form any other conclusion than that I hate her. First off, I have to sit next to her and her hermaphrodite friend(who actually has a dick), while they gossip. Not about more preferable discussions such as immigrants and curing cancer(which I have already accomplished). This fat chick managed to actually have a boyfriend, this boy needs a smack in the head to realign his brain cells. I can't relate to a fat fetish, but I can except that some men/women in this world have bad taste in others of different genders, but I don't understand nor will I ever except is person-that-looks-like-a-heap-of-frozen-cum fetish. So then she supposedly dumps this guy about five or six times only to take him again, first off, if I were her I would never dump a guy because it could very well be her own man. Unless it's a starving leper. Secondly, why dump a guy to only 'hook' up with them again? I don't understand it, take it or leave it...
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So now she has been with this guy for about a week, a new record at that. And she is raving on about how the whole school will chant about there first kiss, when they have it. If ever. They haven't even smiled at eachother, so they have some time. (If the snob dribbling whore doesn't dump him, again.) I have a question though...
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Seriously, no one cares about you and your boyfriend, no one. Except for the friends you don't have, aside from the hermaphrodite. Who won't care, because she gets head from the chunky girl all the time anyway. I don't care about you and your dumbass boyfriend that has some strange fetish, I don't care about you, I don't give a rats ass about anything that has to do with you.
So consider this, don't talk. Just shut-up, your voice sounds like fingernails on a blackboard anyway.
(I received all information about this by eavesdropping on their conversation so maybe I could use it to my advantage in the future. I love blackmail.)
Anyway, I am going to grab and incense stick and burn it. No disgusting catch there, huh?
Peace. |
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| Lord of the Rings...characters...are...idiots. |
[Sep. 10th, 2005|10:35 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  smashed, by bricks. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | None. | ] |
I am watching this movie right now, and I do admit. There is almost nothing to say that is bad about this, except for a few miniscule, well in my mind. Anything that looks like an awkward freckle makes it nearly major.
Frodo, no not the brave little hobbit. The dumbass little pussy.
First off, anytime that little hairy ass hobbit has a chance to fight, he drops his sword and screams like a whiny baby for Gandalf or Aragorn. The point in which he could have proved most valid as a fighter was when he was running around a pillar avoiding some ugly bohemian. When he could have jammed his sword through the things throat, so it would gugrle blood. Squeal like a pig and fall to the ground, because he is a wussy. Frodo didn't, instead he ran around until a spear hit him. Which was countered by a conveniently placed mithril armor on his chest.
I'd prefer to see Frodo get drunk and stoned over seeing him live.
Well, considering I have a life to attend to. I will finish this later. Or not. Whatever. Here is five bucks, buy a life. |
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| I suck, true. But at least I don't suck... |
[Sep. 9th, 2005|09:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Calm...cool as a cucumber dawg | ] |
Innuendo right there.
Anyway, I just crapped in my pants, and its leaking all over the floor so I need to clean it up...
...agh. Man, that was a gross task.
Now, why I suck.
I just say that to get others off my ass, because first off I need to set this straight. I am better than you, I rule, and I reek of awesomeness.
Now that I finally set the guidelines straight I want to tell you of some, horrible stories. Events that happened in my life that most people would commit suicide from.
I will start from what comes to mind, not chronological order because I am to damn lazy to put them in appropriate order. And if you disagree, just remember I am better than you. Take that into account.
Anyway, here I go to wing it.
Star Trek.
Upon searching for Star Trek I found porn. Star Trek porn. Right after I saw that I gouged out my eyes and dipped them in paint thinner to cleanse the horror I just witnessed from them. I swear, whoever made that probably screws plastic blow-up woman. I just cannot comprehend what would possess a human to...make pornography of 'already' the most pathetic show on television.
Now, I have been assaulted by Star Trek Geeks, and I nearly didn't come out alive. It explains why I am such an astute person now, because I knew. I never wanted to become that pathetic.
Basically this psycho dork attacked me with his Klingon lingo and sign language, greeting me with a twisted smile and cackling 'hello.' Then I ran, but ran into a dead end. With only him and me, to basically put it simply, only one came out of that ally. And I suffered massive trauma. Therapy, and a psychologist. Just remember, pack a desert eagle if you walk the streets and see a dungeons and dragons store anywhere nearby. It is less traumatizing to see there brains on the floor than...what they do.
Now, I want to give a message out. Serious packed with a little humor, so for those that don't want non-stop humor from this moment forth. Die, not leave. Die.
Things I don't understand:
Woman dating older guys; basically in my mind or just situations I have seen this is what has girls get raped. And what causes my blood to boil. I know girls that 'like' older guys, but we all know when I girl admits they like someone it really is just a misconception between friend, having their time of the month, or just some wierd moody thing. Because I have learned that a girl likes a guy a week.
Attention: If that is you. THEN YOU DO NOT LIKE THEM! YOU ARE JUST WIERD!
Maybe it is just me or a guy thing, but I have seen that when we get attached to something, we get frigging attached. Unless your an asshole. But they don't count as people. They count as the ass hairs of a fat obese man, that has his head hair transfered to his nose, ears, and asscrack.
But see, when I girl likes an older guy they usually get beaten or forced to have sex with a male. Forced to have sexual intercourse means rape for the slow witted.
(Oh and if you look at images before reading. You suck. Stop doing it.)
(Now.)
And as soon as I grow balls, in the future if one my friends that is a girl, (I figured I have to write it in that format otherwise a few idiots on this site would mistake it for girlfriend. Which the bright future that lies ahead, shows that I won't have any.) and that happened to them. There boyfriend would be in the hospital. Or me. Depends on how the fight turns out...
OK, that is about if for now.
My mind is not here, it is in the dirt shoveling for jewelry.
(Update: If the images don't come up, paste it into your adress bar, because if you don't see them. I am not going to talk to you.) |
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| Last Entry. |
[Sep. 3rd, 2005|01:43 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Meh...just wanted a face. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wailers.... | ] |
Okay, this is not particulary a bad thing. I just don't want to degrade myself any further by posting here among all the prissy little retards that also write here. With very original names such as 'princess' or the all famous illiterate, 'grl.'
Illiteracy pisses me off, it just makes the person appear much more of an idiot than they are, well then again most of the complaining whining collection of knit wits gathered here are idiots. Complaining how there life sucks, and wanting to kill themself because they are the only person that ever broke up with a guy and the only one that feels pain. Boo hoo...
Then they go kill themself with tylenol. What an asshole, if your that pathetic maybe you deserve to die. You have to be very emotionally weak, and something that emotionally weak is just...pathetic.
Now, I don't want to be 'caught up' with the retards that record data as days tick by and have nothing really to say, but much of the same crap.
"i wnt 2 my frends home tday, it was alot of fun we did things and we played scrambl and stuff"
"i am so mad!! i talked to my dad abot going 2 the movies and he was like no, and i was like that is not cool, and he is like all wierding on me, and i was like talk to the hand"
I really don't need to explain the ferocity that builds up inside me at seeing this crap, I have seen it. And you know what? I'd rather set myself on fire with a stick of incense than read it, or be on the same website.
So I am making my own.
Free of asshole and/or retards!
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| "What are you going to name the subject?" Piss off lardcakes. |
[Aug. 27th, 2005|10:05 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Meh. I own every emotion. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 3o seconds to Mars | ] |
Note: this was started three weeks ago and finished today.Great news for someone who doesn't care, (that is you,) right?
Composer of shit.
I believe God is like a composer, directing things that are works of art like the lives of the rich and famous and then he has his failures. I’d be one of his worst.
Currently I am very pissed at everything, the most minor of things ticking me off.
Ok, I think I need to clarify that I have officially moved and my life has tumbled into a bottomless pit of filth ridden shit. Basically I was sad at first, (who wouldn’t?) And then it changed into anger. Now the extreme sadness that bit my ass that originally made me cry, now makes me have the urge to smash this piece of shit computer monitor over your lop sided head.
There are a FEW good points in this place. The people are nicer and seem much more relaxed and I can walk to any place I see fit. When I mean the people are nicer I mean that I don’t have to say, “shut the fuck up,” in spanish to some dickless shit that operates the cash register behind some rotting 7/11 counter.
Anywhore,
I feel like complaining about retards.
First off people piss me off at how stupid they are, how the hell can you just lolly gag around pissing and moaning about the most simple of shit.
Like at swim practice I was trying to swim when some (fagotized) slack jawed retard kicked me in the face, while I was ‘attempting’ to pass him, more than God can count when he finally gave up. He gave me some jive about he was barely trying, don’t tell me that wasn’t bullshit. Considering he was panting after swimming less than two laps of the pool. Stupid flamer. Then this same kid makes remarks about how the clock by the pool is slow, the water is cold, “the skinnier you are the more the muscles show.”
I seriously felt very inclined to eat his ass and then spit it down his throat, then watch him throw-up bits and pieces of his own FLESH!!
Then there was this other girl. It pisses me off how big of sissy’s these people are here. Pissing and moaning about how she got hit in the face and her goggles supposedly got ‘fucked up’ as she’d say. Then she complained to the coach, I swear to all that is holy if I were the coach I would have told her to ‘shut the fuck up and swim.’
So many pansies here. Back home, no one would have complained about getting hurt, yeah it hurts, but suck it up you WHORES!!
I know a few people that would run you over if need be. Hint: the few swimmers that would read this.
I must apologize, at the current moment I am very angry. I guess it is God’s will for me to live a shitty existence.
Well I have to say fuck God and his course for all of us. If I have to live and unhappy and cranky existence just so I can fulfill some higher purpose then he can put his head between his knees and kiss his ass. Because I’d rather be a retard and be happy than be smart as I apparently am and be as unhappy as I am.
“But I do have good news....”
Yeah the only real good news about this whole predicament is that I get a cellphone, but what good does it do when I have no desire for it AND I have no one to call. Oh yeah, other than my DAD.
More bad news though, yes. I do have much more bad news.
My computer monitor is dying, yeah that’s right.
Dell sells quality pieces of shit. Probably why their prices are so low, is because the quality of their product is just that, LOW. Probably have some stupid children putting together everything. Oh yes, child labor laws are illegal, IN AMERICA. Remember, not every place is all sunny and shiny like most of you self deluded dips are used to. Brandishing your cellphones, dancing in gleeful joy in that you got a new computer for the sake of losing ten pounds. Look at Africa or India for the sake of your cellphone because it is obviously the most important thing in your possession. Look at anything other than your spoiled bratty ass.
I don’t want to hear shit about how I am being cruel and grumpy. I don’t want to read shit about how life is worse in other places. To put quite frankly at the current moment I don’t give a flying fucking shit about how your life sucks, I have my own issues I don’t want to hear your pissing and moaning about how there are people starving. If you hand me that shit, piss off!
Ok, I think my mood has improved the littlest bit. *cough* bullshit *cough*
I have actually managed to laugh a few times here. Some girl on my ‘new’ swim team that made a comment about the pool, I quote, “the pool is usually 90...92 degrees on average, but at night it gets to a chilling 89" Just add a wink in there and it will be perfect. My dad when he was twitching when forced to listen to Satan’s music. Rap. Rap is definitely missing that ‘C.’
Cor-nay!!!
It amuses me how certain people can make references of that and don’t say you thought of it. Because chances are...if you can think of it, someone else already has.
I just watched a failed movie of Sigourney Weavers. ‘Holes.’ About a bunch of juvenile delinquents that suck at life and are forced to go to some camp where they dig holes. I can definitely say that it was diggable.
Once again, corn-ay!!!
Yum....corn.
I just realized that this is one long ass entry.
Damn...
I don’t even want to read over it.
Jay’sus.
Sweet sugar.
Put it in that bowl.
“Innuendo” as Yankee Doodle would say.
I am going for some IB courses which is cool to say that least. I mean it will be most likely hard, but I think it will benefit overall hiding the inevitable sadness that lurks in my thoughts twenty-four seven
If I had a Heaven to chose, Cooper City would be it.
I love you all...
....I think you needed time to absorb that. That was probably the only thing I will write in here that will have heart.
Now, how do you calm yourself? Aside from the drug addicts technique...?
(Man I wish I was back there....)
I don’t think any of you realize the circumstances I would go under just to get back there, and live happily. I was actually happy, in a sort of bliss you could say. And now... it is all gone.
I have only talked to two people I think I can actually make some sort of bond with, but I know it will never be as strong as the one I has back in Cooper City.
Why does God tear you from loved ones?
Is it that you love others so much that he is afraid that you won’t love him?
Does he feed off of our love? And to do that he needs to make us miserable so then he is the only source of happiness that we can get?
And if he is a loving God then why can’t he let us love?
God to us is like the abusive drunk father to a daughter.
Remember this, if any of you get hurt or if something happens. I will come down there just to help and comfort you I will even find a way to pay for a taxi.
Now I am into a new band....30 Seconds to Mars.
Yeah, abnormal name, but a DAMN good band. I could listen to this one CD all day.
Have any of you seen ‘Fight Club’? Well the leader of this band was the guy that got his ass beat. The one that had his teeth smashed out, and multiple broken bones in the face. Also he was in ‘Panic Room.’ He was the white guy with the corn rows...that got shot.
I think he enjoys getting his ass pushed around, makes him look like a complete wuss.
XD
Now to go unpack boxes.
WHOOP DEE DOO!!!!
FIN
And when I mean ‘end’ I mean it this time. The end of my happiness, my sanity, the end of everything in my life that was once happy and I could hold dear into my heart.
I may be leading towards that sullen thing I refer to as depression, and I don’t care. No one is here to care, no one gives a shit about me here. Aside from family, but what can you tell them?
The next night....
I may be blathering onward about how my life is a pit of gut rotting feces, but at least you may get some kick out of my anger.
Considering I just received some pretty PIMPED out cell phones today my mood has managed to brighten as much as one measly megabyte would make all the difference in a computer graphic movie.
Now, speaking of computer graphic movies.
Everyone ever made is overrated, seriously think about it. And guess what....they all SUCK!!!
What is there to rave on about in these movies??
Is it that the computer graphics utterly defy the knowledge of your average everyday idiot?
Everyday I find it increasingly harder to laugh, I mean not because I am a grumpy ol’ humbug, but that most movies revolve around senseless humor such as throwing pies and fart jokes. I would rather stick a needle in a electrical socket.
Of course that was an exaggeration, as is everything I say. Except for my stellar brain power which is at an inconceivable level compared to you slack brained idiots.
Ok, I shall say again. READ 30 SECONDS TO MARS!!!!!!!
NOT READ YOU RETARDED STEM SHITTING RETARD!!! LISTEN!!
Now, I shall extend my pinky eight sixteenths of an inch and turn it off. Too late I already did.
Oh, and for you information; Finding Nemo blows the whale.
Get it?
I really hope you did, for the sake of....I am outta ideas!!!!
RUN!!! I am blank, that means that the apocalypse is either here or I am insane...erm....shit.
3 WEEKS LATER.....
It doesn’t improve much, no friends yadda yadda, but technically I don’t write on this livejournal to bitch about my life, because that is against my way of thinking. I mean, I will explain a few things and talk about retards because just for that reason, I like to insult idiots.
Now lets point a few complete psychotics bitches.
Mrs. Guarneri- my Algebra 2 teacher. She is insane and consequently insanity leads to most people being a fucking moron, she qualifies in this category.
Examples:
She skips down the hall
She laughs at fart jokes
She is still teaching chapter 2
I hate her
(And that last rule would sum it all up because I am never wrong, so that would mean that she in general suck the fattest fucking cock ever.)
Oh and she can’t teach for balls.
I was warned that I should put a warning for the amount of cussing I am doing, so here it is. WARNING: I WILL CUSS MORE THAN THE FAT FUCK that we call Cartman.
I saw some SouthPark movie last night, and I have to say I was disappointed. I am accustomed to the fat cussing bastard usually dissing out his two nearly perfect friends. Hence the catholic and Jew with there fat fucking mom that basically explains what a yuppy is.
I mean, it is partially right.
Yuppy mothers with nothing better to do will blame shit all on society for havingan R rated movie. Hey, think about this you fat liberal fuck. Ratings are meant so your child cannot see the movie, the issue is not pushed typically because only retards (hence you) care. So I think you should shut the hell up and just go shove it.
That was dedicated to all the moms that would kill the creators of Family Guy just to have a better place for children.
Things that piss me off:
Yuppy’s: I have found on many occasions that they are all assholes, the men debasing themselves as they become the official ‘bitch’ of the relationship. I am not against women at all, I just think yuppy men are to big of pussy’s. I mean they do the work, have shit to do with their kid, and then they call their friggin wife in the supermarket to ask for the shopping list. Why the hell do you need her consent, sit your bony ass down with your lardball of a wife and talk about the list and if you get to the supermarket and lose the list, make your own. Get some beer, cigarettes, and porn because god knows you are so lowly that rather than kissing your wife goodnight you fall asleep to feeling of ejaculation. Anyway, and if you get home and the wife complains, you tell her to get a job, make money, and then go fuck herself. And throw her on the streets. Making her give handjobs for a burger at McDonalds.
You: go away
Stupid questions: There is such a thing, and whoever said that needs to go drown in a piss filled toilet. (I meant whoever said there is no such thing as a stupid question.) I hate it when your at a theater and some fat ass with taped glasses speaks to you in between wiping the saliva that dribbles down his chin every time he says a word, and then he says, “Did you see that?” No I just spent ten books to stare at the ceiling.
Or in Algebra 2 when the teacher goes through explaining something and then some deluded shit asks just what the teacher explain. They have to be retarded, because I spend the whole period drawing pictures about hoe much you’re a retard and know what I am doing.
Then the teachers bends over backwards to explain.
I don’t hate people, they are all just idiots.
Fact.
FIN |
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| Drive that funky soul. |
[Jul. 28th, 2005|02:34 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Devious, devil...get it? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Galactic | ] |
Seriously, if your funky as a monkey that just smoked a Grateful Dead concert worth of pot. Drive it down the ally, and smash it into the wall.
I seriously don't get certain things.
Pot- What is the deal with this. I know the crap how it makes you feel good and it relaxes your mind. And it is a plant, or herb to be more exact, but I don't really believe that it does that much. It makes you hungry for one thing, tired and your thinking is... how do you say? Less contemplative. Basically it is like some drugs, in that it fucks you up. But it doesn't particulary harm you so much. And really, I don't want to hear all natural shit. Cocaine is a plant. Yet people use that, and so is tobacco.
Plus, so is Poison Ivy, yet you don't see people chopping that up and rolling it in paper to smoke it.
Booze- the nickname 'booze' is great. It sort of implies that your a lazy shit knocker, just sounds that way. Booze, HA! I love it. I mean alcohol may sound more sensible, but they are the same thing: bad tasting, mind draining, physical weary liquid. Come on retards, wake up. Oh yes, and when you wake up after passing out in the middle of the street, it usually gives you a hangover. Maybe that raging headache was enough to get your act together.
All together, anything that changes your normal state of being is foolish. If you are tense; sleep, knock yourself out, and for the raging perverts favorite. MASTURBATE!!!
No, I will not provide a pic for that one.
Feel free to argue or agree.
In the beginning of my mind boggling entries I should have written, "You may disagree, just remember. Your always wrong."
I mean, it's true.
I am quite surprised at the certain predicament I am in. First my grandpa says that my internet will be gone, and it was supposed to be gone yesterday. Yet I am writing this. Intriguing isn't it. Could I be using your PC? It could be so.
Then, I may be able to stay longer for the prick that bought the house said, "Nah, that old man has too many booby carvings."
Either their a faggot or a nun.
Maybe the reason they're such flaming assholes is because they chose the path of abstinence? Could it be so?
Probably.
Or they were born that way.
Anway, you are coming in the door now. So I need to get off and make it seem like I was never here.
John, if you want Garfield back you must give me...your... comics.
"You can keep him, he constantly makes bad comic strips and eats my lasagna."
W-what?
"Blows his fucking head off, he is not funny and is fat."
O-ok, but now it isn't as fun. Oh well. *Boom!*
Seriously, Garfield is lame all over.
I don't see how it is so appealing, it starts out for three squares him sitting there next to food. Then on the last one it shows the plate of food empty, creative. Then Bill Murray fucked up his career by making a movie of it. He should have ended it at, Ghost Busters. He was actually funny. |
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| As an Englishman would say, "FOOK!" |
[Jul. 26th, 2005|09:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Tired....Plain I know... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Foo Fighters | ] |
If you seriously cannot guess the Americanized version of that word, just...leave. You are not even worthy. For anyone that sucks at life, sucks dick. So just go away, no one likes your kind. Retards, and just for making me ramble more about the title. That gives you another merit to leave.
Since only, none of you are here. I doubt I need to elaborate this entry, but then again the only way someone disobeys writing is when their is a machine gun placed over a warning sign.
Hasta la vista, RAMERAS!
Guess what that is, or cheat. Using the highly convenient online translator, you lazy swine.
Anyway, this is my last entry 'til I move. For the internet will disappear tomorrow. Fucking company.
Meh, my imagination for humor dissipated like my energy. I sit here, my arms basically folded across the keyboard. My eyelids drooping like the mayonnaise in a Wendy's hamburger, fingers lagging like the beaten chinese railroad man.
I realize I was mad last time, but I ain't gonna apologize here. Only faggots do, oops. I think I just implied alot of people.
Meh, I will make another livejournal. I will have lots of time on my hands, due to the fact that I am moving.
Now for a creepy as hell clwon named Joyous, that does drug deals.
I regret to say that this will be my last Cooper City post.
Goodbyes will be on the day I leave.
And remember, screw moving. SCREW IT IN THE ASS! |
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| Crystalline blurs of emotion... |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|02:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | irate. Plain and simple. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Red Hot Chili Peppers | ] |
Technically it isn't a good idea to write a livejournal in a blur of raging emotions. But I am literally too pissed to care, yeah and I will explain why.
First I wake, at a god awful early time where your stomach feels potent and prone to sickness. And even the simple pleasure such as water doesn't go down right, that is how early I woke. Then I am to go to swim practice filled with satanic shit eaters, except for the select few.
I see a few friends, having a feeling that today may be good, but of fucking course it all goes down the tubes due to one persons climactic arousal around certain people, so inevitably fucks with my head.
Then I come home, after seeing a few people from band and being called, 'nazi,' which I really think of as my amusing label. Nothing more.
I get home, and watch some Three Stooges, which indeed never tires and take a shower. And cleaning always feels pleasant, unless it follows with a direct injection of lard to the arm, with a needle. That's a double whammy.
Now onward with the tale of the cow turd that fucked with the wrong menace...
 +  (don't worry it is fake, I didn't take a digital photo of my shit that rolls in curls. The site even spelt crap with a 'k.' How very clever. Retards.) = guess who.
...then I call this, turd. Poopy face, cocka head. Yadda yadda, lets be done with the insults, it isn't to nice. But technically, they were rather immature insults and people take those jokingly, as to ones such as 'asshole' are taken with much more caution. But fact is, when someone is as mad as I, they all imply much of the same thing.
I ask if I could maybe hang with them, due the fact that I am moving in FIVE FUCKING DAYS!!!
He implies a no, for he said he, "didn't know." And then he refused to ask if I could come, next skip the lying, I hate lying. Just say no, so i didn't have to waste my time calling you more than once. Obviously you are to important and have to deal with more important matters such as video games. Oh 'touche.'
Sorry if I seemed a bit pissed, but I have full right due to the fact that I am moving. If you guys don't want to see me, just tell me. I won't visit your houses anymore.
I guess I may as well as say goodbye here. Since I was earlier oblivious to the fact I am not wanted.
Bye everyone, and please go ahead and argue. I have SO much time on my hands. Now that I am not busy with petty playtimes such as biking and being with my friends. Maybe having no friends will ease the pain.
No FIN this time.
BYE. |
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| Poop laquered flava'! |
[Jul. 23rd, 2005|02:45 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Calm,cool, and collected. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Robert Randolph | ] |
Now, I gots ta' get this out of my head before I forget, or no longer care.
Before running forward into my daily barrage of nonsense and bewildering crap. I must point out that Mike and his fucking cell phone are really starting to irk me.
I was playing some San Andreas, a game which even video game haters love. I was causing mayhem and changing the city to anarchy when I hear some belligerent ring tone, I swear... that ringtone went from mildly creative to lethal.
Emma cut the cake and wipe it with butterskinned latex cups.
Stop talking, it really serves no purpose, your bored I know. Go to sleep, I don't need to hear, "bon bung ba ba bing!!" Every thirty seconds.
It makes me want to rip chunks out of my hair.
I shall be bald by the time I go to bed.
Now aside from that, today was good.
I mean my eyes hurt like a bitch, like a bunch of ants are crawling aroung under my eyelids, but otherwise. I am good.
First I went to swim practice, where I took the oppresive abuse from fellow swimmers a.k.a. assholes and coach.
I cannot go a day there without someone bitching at me.
Then I went home, relaxed my mind while I enjoyed the comedic acts of the Three Stooges.
While tuning my gee-tar.
Gah, why am I adding what my day was?
I don't even want to write about it, so WHY THE CACKLING FAGGOTS AM I?
I am THAT bored.
Fuck writing the usual shit most people write.
Here we go, now I tell you the HIGHLIGHT of my day.
The Island.
The first movie to ever leave me speechless. Yes, that good. Damn...it actually had a plot, and I though Hollywood was fresh out.
Go rich PRICKS!
Then we went in a pool, where I was under attack almost constantly by Jon, Kelly, and Micheal. They liked to let the water simmer in their mouth's before they would squirt shower hot water at me.
It felt like trickles of piss.
FIN |
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| "Bored..." <-----Bullshit. |
[Jul. 20th, 2005|02:03 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | solemn....bitch... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Roots.... | ] |
I hate overused BULLSHIT.
There is too much, for example I find 'gay' just about everywhere. You could be playing a game and you win, in fact lets say for fun and ego. You beat the living shit out of them, beat them bad. Then they call you 'gay.'
How the hell does that term fit in there? Seriously, just because you suck at life doesn't mean people are gay. Or are you metrosexual? Basically a metrosexual is a fag or lesbian that is still in the closet. Basically, (for those who are naive or retarded.) meaning your gay, but afraid to say you are.
Think on that next time your afraid of gay people. Is it that your afraid you will relate to them?
Retard.
Except the world.
It is fucked up, we all know it. We just have to get used to it.
What also pisses me off is the lack of creativity in journal entries.
"bored..."
What the hell is wrong with you? We all know your bored shitless if you do a livejournal. No need to tell us. So do me a favor and piss off.
I am harsh, I am retarded. I've heard it all.
"I am a lone RANGER!!!" *Corny music with various brass instruments bang away.*
Where did that come from, some bad cartoon.
I have hobbies. *looks sheepish*
I said I looked sheepish.
It may be big, but I have to add this in.
"She's a lady, woah woah woah woah, she's a lady...."
"She's just a small town girl!"
I just needed that.
And it would be bliss.
Still is.
FIN |
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| Heavenly Angels to Bloody Hell. |
[Jul. 18th, 2005|01:24 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | exhausted....what? I can't be? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Michael being an ass. Literally. | ] |
....Hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.
Everyone should try and pray once a day, to relieve yourself of your sins.
You should.
I don't. I don't do shit other than wake up.
And then make restaurants go bankrupt.
Ah hell yeah.
Now, I am not one to account for events that have just passed, but I want to have something to ramble about.
First off on the account, approximately a week and some odd days ago I went to The Noj's house. Before that I saw Fantastic fagatized Four. I was with my older brother so it was all sweet as shit on a piece of rotting meat. There was no real up point in it.
Mr. I'm huge but am as big as wuss as Tinkerbell- The suit was pretty lame toput simply, it looked like sponge. He didn't do shit as a character other than have some emotional imput, and no offense big guy. We don't give a shit about your problems, we want you to smash some ass burrowers. For they itch.
Somehow in my search he equaled 'The Thing.'
Mr. Fantastic- He was smart, and his power was completely useless. Think of his power this way, he is a rubber band and the thing is a large rock. What do you use as a weapon?
Sure you can snap someone in the arm with a rubberband, but then in their sheer anger they can take some cinderblock sized rock and break it over your head.
Which kills?
Human Torch a.k.a. Flamer- He was a stupid jock. I wish he died.
Doesn't he look like a dick?
Invisible Whore- She kept on looking for compliments on her looks. Then she wouldn't get them and would get all bipolar on whoever was in her way, which usually meant ignoring, bitching, or kicking ass. Which the last part she didn't do very well. She should have covered up more, she always had to be revieling. Perverse directors.
The movie is over and done with, Dr. Doom quite simply sucked at life. And died within five minutes of a lamely animated action scene. A few punches and a guy getting his finger bent.
Original.
Those directors need to take the Bastard Test.
They'd be the ultimate.
Then we went to the Reggae SUMMER JAM FESTIIIIIVAL!!
It was heaven.
Then...
...Elephant Man came on.
He is like the original Elephant Man, but with singing.
I cannot say more about that concert than the title.
I also definetely got high. Damn second hand smoke, pot makes you feel like shit.
Then I went home, not to my moms house.
To Florida.
Sniff the pile of crack in between the crack of your ass and get so high you leave this entry.
Bitches.
FIN |
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| Know an asshole druggy? Call: 666-the-end-is-near |
[Jul. 11th, 2005|12:12 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | COUSINS HOME! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 911 oh shit, sorry. 3/11 | ] |
I have adopted the greatest system for getting assholes sober or no longer depressed. As a limited time offer I bring to you my business number to stop you or you friends from taking drugs, or being a bitch ass goth and mope around with their head hung low, go to a strip club, we are tired of your shit. Your a loser, that's what a strip club is meant for.
Now I am not gonna do therapy for solving the sober issues, but a very quick and easy method. Now, for all the wankers that inject needles through the crack of their ass, as to not get caught by the wankers we call cops. Admit it, if cops were doing their jobs all of the Dunkin Donuts around would be closed. If there are cop relatives for any of you, I don't know. Tell them? No. Do not do that.
Short.
I know.
I am busy.
Give me a break.
No, give me a break of that Kit Kat bar.
Hey asshole, fuss UP!
What you want to fight. You don't know WHO you are messing with. I drink ALIEN blood!
Yeah that's right bitch, that answers why I piss steam and my stomach is a hole.
AH HELL YEAH! |
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| Farting in Cheerios. |
[Jul. 8th, 2005|12:29 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Hyper!!! Holy shit I'm shakin' | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Sudan | ] |
Before... I do anything. Imagine that, the milk and sticky cheerios splashing all over your body, the rush of assy air supressing against milk and soggy, rounded, edible figures. Cheerios solidifying as soon as air meets the slimy substance.
Disgusting.
That whole beginning thing was pretty lame.
Don't make me piss down your throat.
I will, even until you drown. Cracksniffer.
Beligerent bastard.
Speaking of bastards I will take the time to make a third bastard test.
Bastard Test:
Favorite TV show? ( If any Soap Opera or god for saken twisted show with bad actors comes up. I will! I will! Insert fat into your anal cavity!)
Favorite movie? (If Napoleon Dynamite is said, I will cut your sack off and make you eat it. And if your a girl, well.... I don't know any real girls so same thing. XD)
Favorite book????? ( I added the extra question marks because I theorized that you don't read. Just admit it, tally wacker.)
( I didn't say bastard because that isn't approved yet. But I can assure you it will.)
Favorite type of music? (If your one of those wirst slitting punks that like more than one type of music I ask you to suck it up for once and don't complain. Otherwise I will poison your eyes with my fat collage.)
Favorite Band? (Same situation with the music, except I will torture you with this! http://s38.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0FA5A1UP5FGCG2TJUEUDOT6B83)
(Muahahahaha!!!! I am worse than Stallon himself!!)
(Thank you Stallon, my mentor.
 )
You a Nazi? ( If you are, just write.... swastika. Or a pic
Me after a doughnut sale. And no retards, doughnut is not spelled the Dunkin fuck tard way. 'Dunkin Donuts,' just tell you parents you learned something today. I need to make a retard test, you'd all pass as major dumbass or at best jackass. And jackass is a donkey. And all they do is eat, shit, sleep, and "Hee Honk!" Did I mention shit three pound lumps of sticky slimy brown?
Eat ass!
Should I add it in the callage?)
KKK? (This is for you Mike! XD! Anyone racist deserves a pitchfork to be driven through the end of their dick to then exit out the ass, now you will shit blood. For girls, they have to... eat glass. With a bowl of milk.)
Gay? (
 )
NOW ANSWER!
I will give you your scores, most likely you are a bastard.
Because I am, and that is the most common score.
FIN |
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| THIRD FUCKING TRY! |
[Jul. 6th, 2005|03:12 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Stressed.... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Robert Randolph...Pressing My Way | ] |
I WILL MAKE AN ENTRY LATER ON! MY COMPUTER SUCKS THE SEMEN OUT OF A MONKEY IT IS SO BAD!!!!!! NOW IF YOU WILL EXCUSE ME, I HAVE A LIFE TO ATTEND TO. |
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| Jam it up your ass. |
[Jul. 4th, 2005|12:33 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | sore, I hurt... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Wailers "Positive Vibration" | ] |
I am not one to be rambunctious, ditzy and preppy.
There I said it.
What you expected me to do something that was? I figureed you probably did, that's 'cause...your an idiot.
Only idiots don't like reggae.
Say 'I' if you like reggae.
Or write, type whatever.
Now, I would make a bunch of pic's and write how excited I am about the REGGAE SUMMER JAM FESTIVAL!!
But I do not roll that way, as you all well know.
So just shit your pants as you read this abrupt link.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/the_noj/
Jon mastered that entry, and there is NO way i can match that.
Truth is as always, to LAZY!!!
If you spent time reading that...HA! That means you clicked it! And who are you to trust me? I could put a virus in there,be cautious, be afraid, very...piss down the side of your leg scared.
For I am to write, here as we speak. Hit the decks!
Now why would you go do something like that? Hit the deck, only someone with my physical physique.
Two 'ph' words. HA!
Upon entering the bar, a man shrouded in death and misery turned the room’s drunk, gleeful atmosphere. His smell not unique, similar to that of those rambling dolt that prance drunk out of there damn minds, or otherwise face flattened against the flat bar, scrunched in a placid form of their placid feature, a vicorous stringy liquid dabbled out of the corners of his mouth. Plotting the Point B of its course on the bar, right now the man caught in a puddle or remorse was planning on making it to the bench next to the bar table, to get his sober ass to be prancing around outside and then fall, face first in the pavement. That was his course.
The man, clad in a chest nut colored wool coat, the frizz of his coat casting a hazy glow around him. Faded jeans clasped to his legs, and a shirt, placid, beneath the stubble of buttons of the wool coat. The clop of his leather bound shoes nearly echoed throughout the bar; though the chatter of other folk hummed out the unsettling presence he let off. Reaching the seat, and pull back the cracked dry wood of a seat he sat. To correspond to nothing except an order of drink, then another, another…
With the first mug of ale clasped in his hands, he almost couldn’t help, but jug the whole glass. The murky, mud like water sifted throughout the glass. Small drips of water drenched off and slid down the side of the mug, beads of water reappearing as his hand grasped the moist clear glass.
You like?
Comment and tell.
Now here is Kelly, she got squirted with a bag of lemons. Now her eyes sting, is that right Kelly?
Here is the outcome...
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
sakuraavalon791: shit
Damn, Kelly. Just become a shitmonger like Jason while you're at it.
Hail the shit.
I am such a dumbass/asshole.
I need new insults.
Wrote quite a bit today.
I saw some fireworks today, yeah it was... interesting.
I prefer lighting them, then shoving it up someones ass.
We lost two neighbors that way.
That's right buddy! Hail Hitler.
One thing about Hitler, he was right about one thing.
Blond haired, blue eyed retards are the best.
Indeed.
FIN |
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| MYSPACE! CYCLOPS! MILK! MOVIES! |
[Jul. 3rd, 2005|01:20 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Pissed out of my gord. (sp?) | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The swearing from my mouth. | ] |
Okay, things will all balance out once I set the record straight.
I will start in order within the blurs of words in the title. Or if I feel like being picky, an ass, or just feel like it, I will do it in any order. (Meaning to all you retards, that I am going to explain the title word by word. Doing it in whatever order I feel like.)
Myspace:
I am going to have to go through a days of events to explain this one. Well, half a day.
Jon came over, whew. We got that out of the way. First we were about to start jamming when we got bitched at because a tenis match was on. Before that I got 'yelled' at by mother for watching TV, for her highly important televised event. We have made the show apparent, no need to state again otherwise this entry will be way to repetitive. Then when I made my way to the computer, screams followed and all of a sudden I was a rude asswipe. Woman. Well I do not mean that entirely. I mean assholes.
All people are assholes.
Seriously.
I am.
I am not Jesus.
Or am I?
So, me and Jon sat at the PC talking a pissing people off. I mean that is all i can do successfully. I would be a great accountant, they piss people off. Or a lawyer. It all works out. Anyway, we then stumbled across insulting some cycloptic dipshit named Robert. An asshole.
Want more insults on him?
www.myspace.com/fattyfatcakes
Look at 'about me' it is legend!
That was nmyspace and cyclops in one! ;)
(Robert is a cyclops, due to the fact he is singularly nippled. I know what your thinking. Fried chicken, I know.)
Milk: Just plain sucks. It is meant for pregnant woman with cravings for shitty drinks. I have nothing against pregnant woman. Just milk. To white, and it comes from white trash hicks. ;)
The movies I will come to another day.
Basically I was going to write small reviews on movies, but I decided against today.
Not that I am lazy, well I am lazy, but I have a virus that I need to mess with.
Shit....
FIN |
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| Snappity shin diggin' nuggets! |
[Jul. 1st, 2005|12:48 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bleh.... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Toots and the Maytals. I take my music with seriousness. | ] |
You know what 'snappity shin diggin' nuggets are?
They are the equivalent of 'ghetto bacon from the suburban white boys house.'
Makes alot of sense.
Now I really don't have much to say, but then again I always start off this way, and end up jumbling together shit in a very...
...stupid format.
I seem to lost my creative edge, now instead of saying the word. I will provide it in a pic. ;)
Plain and simple, black and white...
... I know it's yellow.
GET OFF OF MY BACK!
No seriously. Stop the dry humping.
Jesus! What was that warm juice!!!?
Oh...thank God, milk for a baby.
Wait a second...
...
Now, on to business.
I have constructed more plans for my conquering of the world, the task is not so hard. I mean, you just hire Bin Laden to do everything. He can get through customs, I mean... he is only 6' 8".
*Waves hand* Only.
As I speak Noj and I are disputing ferociously.
I win.
I am the monkey, King Kong.
I only chose to be him because Jack Black is in a movie called King Kong. Somehow they fit a T-rex into the plot of King Kong.
Has Hollywood gotten that screwed up?
They are taking possibly the shittiest movies ever, redoing them and calling them new and improved. King Kong, War of the Worlds, Dukes of Hazzard, and they steal Japanese horror flicks.
How sad.
(Footnote: For all of you that read, I know War of the Worlds was originally a book.)
Speaking of redone Hollywood failures, I saw War of the Worlds today.
Wasn't a complete failure.
I expected Tom Cruise to become Rambo with the aliens, blow the shit out of them with the blink of an eye.
But it went by the book.
YAY!
Please, tell me what that is?
If it's womens deodorant I have to say...
... 
Technically I did not say anything...
...I believe I have packed todays entries for all of what they're worth. Which is the bounty on my head by Junior. (Junior = George W. Bush.) And hicks do it for free.
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| 'Tis a pity. |
[Jun. 29th, 2005|12:05 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | bitchy...nothing to say... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ummm... none...the hum of my farts. | ] |
My aunt.
That's is what is a pity, I mean.... she's an overreactive bitch.
Let me explain in a formative...format....
(^A little bit wierd there. Just say it if you disagree.)
((Then you won't))
The past, how should I say? Few days.. I was at my aunts due to the fact that my little prick cousin wished to invite us over. While there, she gossiped with my mom, probably about drugs, while my cousin, my brother, and me had a fairly enjoyable time on the tramp-oline.
(^The tramp is a reference to my aunt.)
While on the trampoline we spent time jumping, for what else can you do? Watch TV? Think people. THINK!
Then a problem occured, we were jumping to 'high' then leading to me telling them I am not, soon she was screaming her ass off. I admit I was pissed, beyond that even and I walked off. Cussing her out while on the road when I realized...she is a whore.
I am not just saying this, but she had sex with an asshole. And she supposedly claims he was always a dickless bag, but... she had a child with him? Why? I soon came to realize that she profited a car with him, and even a house.
All due to the ragins sex they supposedly had, which I find...*cringes*
I cannot even imagine.
Imagine this...
...not a virgin.
Yeah...here's a bucket.
Today was a tad bit serious, but I just needed to get that out in the open. I feel like a mercedes...
.........*confused*.....car like...*looks around.*
WHAT?!
I have forgotten this...
...FIN |
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| Who wears short shorts? You wear short shorts!!! |
[Jun. 27th, 2005|12:24 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | calm...Marijuana, a lifesaver. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Some show.... | ] |
I have noticed something popular amongst a few of my friends...
..titles and illiteracy.
Both seriously piss me off.
Though, any time I am not near a friend. Is when I am pissed, so technically... I have no idea what the hell I am saying. I will stop while I am at it. To put it simply, I get stressed when I cool friend isn't there, for you don't choose your family. A family is something you are stuck with, I mean you have to love them, but you don't have to like them. Like a pain the ass brother, bitchy aunt, whiny cousin. It all works out though.
Now, back to the illiteracy part.
Quite a big sidetrack.
I hate when people write unlike me, maybe being a writer has spoiled me or my friends are retards. (Don't take that to offensively, and if you do....disown me as a friend.)
I hate when others find the obssession with writing like this:
hav a gr8 sumr, my frend I <3 u so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What the hell is that?! Write like I do, then I will be your best friend.
Funfact:
If you don't go to war, your gay.
End of funfacts.
I do believe I will skip the pictures for today.
Yesterday was indeed fun, passing the time by making some groovy dance moves, that people even followed in. We also danced around a fire like tribal men with their food after a week hunt. Priceless.
I will complain next time about something that majorly pisses me off. Later.
I confer I shall end here. |
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| Emo bullshit. |
[Jun. 26th, 2005|12:35 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | devious...now I need a trident | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Barry White....regretfully. | ] |
Yeah that's right. I sweared, and I said the dredful word....emo. It's sort of a story all in its own.
*Yells in background.* "Damn it Jon! Why must you make me suffer listening to this shit?! What's the name...? Bright Eyes? Explains why they suck, what kinda boy band makes that sort of name. Well technically it isn't a boy band, though both 'types' of bands are illiterate, they are very different.
Now, the music has differed. Rather than Emo poetry shight, it is now 'What is love?' by Haddaway. You all know the song, just don't recognize it by name, rather than by ears.
Now it is on remix. I cannot help but excuse myself to laugh my candied ass off.
Back.
Now to start from the beginning...
...First I started my action filled day with the Satan's gift to the world, and for all ya' atheists, Osama Bin Laden.
 The MADISON MILE! Which basiacally swimming for a half an hours in muck, and you get tired. A double wammy!
(As a side story, Jon just made a whole playlist for me to suffer, while listening. The Toy Story theme song, that musician is a dunce. Go sit in the corner, Mr. I can't make songs for the sake of Jaysis.)
Now. Back to the plot line, and this time I will try and avoid side tracks. Agh! The torture, now here is some Michael Jackson going on. JAYSIS!
Then I went home, taking a good shower, how long you ask? I do not know. I do not keep track of these things like you lifeless people that ask such contemporary questions.
After the shower I went through countless business hours on my plot to take over the world, I mean I wish to just envelop it in hell, by surprise. But I am an idiot. I tell you this for all to see, shit. Onward!
Through my continuous plot to construct an army of machines, I was repetitively disrupted by the pety minds of Jon Blanton and my mother. So soon I gave in to their constant bickering and went to Jon to a heavy metal concert. I will explain this all to you in ONE word.
Heavy metal is for the feeble minded fool that is to ill conceived to do anything of their life. It takes no thought, and to enjoy the music you must be as dumb as the floor you stand upon. If you enjoy this...you had a rocky childhood or chose to bang your lard dangling chins against the wall to many times. They also are misinformative, they are always nodding, an intense nod but a nod nonetheless. All the songs are exactly the same, bass beat, guitar beat, and the singer. The crakced voice of the singer is popular among the pot smoking retards of heavy metal fans. How?
(Edit: I said one word, so you should have just skipped all that and went straight to here, the one word is....shitty.)
One the topic of singers....this is what I think of you.
Very popular.
Now, after escaping that fun house of horrors I made it back to Jon's house, only missing my legs. Now we listen to some crapp mix list that he made for me as deal I would waste your god forsaken time.
As I write this my team of elite-ness or 1337-ness is coming to save me.
Please...God....let them come soon.
If I bored you...don't comment. Don't need some scadaddling poop-pie.
FIN
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