Inn Normaland

Thu, 13 Dec 2007 00:32:42 GMT

the birth of christ is celebrated on one day.
the births of the antichrist are celebrated everyday.
everyone
is
an antichrist.
(a compelling idea, something that just popped up now. does it hold much validity? hm...)

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 08:43:19 GMT

watch your step motherfucker!

Sun, 25 Nov 2007 00:25:15 GMT

my hands are freezing. it's pretty dumb that i can't use the internet effectively in my own room because the laptop is so screwed up, no doubt b/c of misuse or something of the sort. should really be working on a poetics paper but who the hell can work on that now. work on something. didn't feel like going with my family on a trip., am i becoming a strain to them? or they a strain to me? too much time here. need to go. here, being this house. way too long. overdue. need to go. it looks as if it will rain soon. how nice. "trolling" is a funny word, i'm trolling for bamboo, see ya soon. why do i always cheat in relationships? i speak as if i've been in a lot. i haven't. my dad is an amature artist, since he's taking classes he can't be considered an outsider artist. oh well. and not really a naive artist. still, his paintings are just a bit askew in that amature way. whatever the hell that motherfuckin means. already november almost over. december dawns. upon us. should really type more in this, myspace taking over everything but livejournal is infinitely more intreseting. setting up a set for some porno. hey you wanna join? oh yes i'd love to. goodbye.

Fri, 09 Nov 2007 04:30:07 GMT

fuck ebay and all its outbidderszszz!!!!!

in honor of....

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 06:20:00 GMT

oh god.

in honor of the swiftly approaching halloween, this is perhaps one of the most frightening images i saw as a kid. i didn't just see it, but i experienced it for along with this screen, the game over screen from link: zelda 2 there was a horrendous electronic laughter. whenever that happened, i would quickly turn off the computer monitor i used for a screen. good god, i still find it scarier than hell.

Sun, 09 Sep 2007 23:47:34 GMT

you're a very selfish lover

before the research, if any

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 23:16:31 GMT

many people say bad things about our current president of the u.s., george w. bush. they say it out loud, bypassing even the mere saying of it, but perhaps yelling it at rallies, protests and such. there is much printed matter that insults bush and terms him many bad things.

there have also been many bad things stated and implied about past presidents. is it truly legal to insult all these presidents? or to term label them in disparaging, derogatory, defamatory terms? it probably isn't legal to accuse a president of rape or murder (though i've heard about books written by women who claim to have been used as political/presidential sex slaves). how about if you claimed a president, past or current, was a vampire or a demon? it was popularly believed reagan was the antichrist (or at least motley crue did).

would you be accused of treason or at least thrown in jail for writing something that claimed george washington was a vampire? or someother such "nonsense"?

thththththththththats all folks, folksafolksafolksafolksafolks

Sun, 19 Aug 2007 04:57:27 GMT

the extreme body performance art of the 3 foot Iliegni is something to truly behold, especially since this is the birthday of this community. Iliegni is not a mere baby, but maybe she'd be better off as one since her work is too mesmerizing for her own good! no nono, but it's great! just this morning, 9:42 am pacific standard time she had swollowed a very large boot, a lamp and a bugle. All of it was quite visible as her skin strechted over the divers shapes of these objects, very much like that of a snake swallowing its rodential prey. this afternoon she swallowed an anaconda which itself had swallowed a little boy by the name of Winston Carlisle. It was a sight seeing the fair Iliegni turn a pale green with some hints of brown underneath all that skin and kneeing, elbowing some pinky organs along the way. And if I don't update this in a long while, it's because I will have been swallowed by Illiegni tonight and won't be back for some time. Keep your bookmarks on the elusive sham art youtube community for a video of this erotically smashing scene.

Sat, 04 Aug 2007 05:23:49 GMT

dance of the poor nameless sketch of
your face.
nowhere is the buttery past more missing than in
the children's tank.
dust floating on the rugged surface
how many feet in the air does the sign require?
more than the psychic peppers. hope the ages
won't spoil the skeleton
so serene as a field on tides.

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 06:07:31 GMT

having a ball
eating a bowl
of spider cereal. of spite, dey're reel

happy

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 06:01:27 GMT

happy 243rd birthday to Ann Radcliffewho wrote mainly of young heroines stranded in the crushing tunnels beneath the castle

not quite, but almost. read the abridged version of Romance of the Forest some time ago, maybe should read the full version and finish Mysteries...

Sat, 16 Jun 2007 03:41:39 GMT

sometimes people cartwheel their insides away. those insides wondered about the dusk.

it's been fever eats

Sun, 03 Jun 2007 05:16:12 GMT

i don't know if anyone knows or would know, but is anyone familiar with the video company World's Worst Videos? apparently they had a line that put out cult/exploitation shit (shit in this context being very good, along the lines of ice cream and gold). two such videos i have are house of psychotic women and horror of the zombies, the latter being one of the sequels to the blind dead series. watching these, it seemed that parts were cut out. i'm guessing that gore shots were cut out, but these are still pretty violent movies. so were things cut out or is it just my overzealously bloodhungry nerves eating my nerves?
a similar question for the dvd of house of whipcord. at the end, this sort of weird dialogue soundtrack sets in, yet it shows something completely different than what is related by the soundtrack. is this how the film is meant to be, or did the dvd company (cheezy pictures i think, which is different from the euroshock collection dvd i see around) screw up the editing?
lights brighter than the light. already june.

Fri, 01 Jun 2007 04:39:37 GMT

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Thu, 19 Apr 2007 08:37:30 GMT

when will it be that all can be shoved aside to move on and whyhow impotent is it to havebe id? ohidon'tknow. let the shymphoney gas another train.

price is pretty cop

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 02:32:03 GMT

all you pianos need a pursuant
of sodomite proportions, red eyelashed
card dearler wrapped in the finest
smut this town can drive through.
hero old lips lunch out in
a scary drumbeat, provides no
cash/check but a register's stories
reveal with zest that scrawny
porpoise of a bookcover's
demolition crusade, demands
aren't low enough to comply, hat
dancer tampons erase the
fugitive squirrel.
is it generous to
swim to rip off contagious
dragnet empiphany-violet
pricks dream fashioning
spickandspan pantlegs,
concern drops at
stringline, hold
the stage else
bombs (refurbished)
cannabilize into bream.

sinking through drawbridge popcorn
stands, dramatic obeisance has been
consumed and observed by that faith
aka doubt. hairless dens
smart through dried fingerless
oil slicks, oftentimes the human
doesn't shape up and stuffs a
belt buckle about the tree.
hordes avast, one of them
cracks eggs in winter dozing
programming.
aping finger tragedy, scorched
instantly upon receiving the dirt.
addicted temple hapens
at spearfishing treason.

i'm looking...

Fri, 16 Mar 2007 01:38:40 GMT

forward to the time that i'm not shocked by the roommate's cellphone (actually it isn't even a cellphone, maybe it really is b/c it has this mini keyboard) or anything jarring at all. and i'm also looking forward to when it's possible for me to tune everything out, i sorta can already but not completely. and also to when i get over this cold.

"For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men." 70 years ago today, had he been still alive he would truly be the old gent.

"if any of you are funs of heavy rock and roll, this is the one"

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 06:47:11 GMT

no one could say it beetler than zeeb parkes (that's his name right?). i went to aquarius records today for the first time and i heard it was this marvelous place with a great selecetion, and they had some interesting things. i feel kinda dumb in the experimental section b/c i listen to it a lot usually on kfjc.org, but i'm so dumb i don't really note the stuff that strikes me so i wander blindly and pick out stuff that has intriguing cover images. but not really anything experimenta l was picked today except the manson family an opera, which i shouldn't really have gotten but "i was intrigued", then also picked up new witchfinder general live cd also cd of a rare album by a 70s group that calls themself lucifer, but they're not heavy, the description had them being fucked up, weird shit, but the reality just isn't THAT so. i can't say it's all that great, maybe after a couple more listens i'll get into it more.
the roommate isn't too kind to his girlfriend, i also wish he wouldn't talk with her at 1:30 when i'm in bed flipping myself around, it doesn't really matter though.

vest burlolting

Fri, 09 Mar 2007 08:03:12 GMT

some of, or all of, yes all of the best music sounds as if it were formulated out of mud, or if it were heard under the impossibly erotic vats of mud, sensual is more correct for i mean the movements of the inner body, the anatomy, the insides which are integral to being human but what mostly isn't recognized as human. at all.

it makes sense to have the outside be our means of recognition. we certainly don't dissect ourselves...perhaps we do figuratively, i seem not to be able to latch onto any definite ideasbut that's truly fine goodbye?
ok, now this song isn't very good. but the one assuredly was good as it compelled me to type this out. not THIS, but the above paragraph and most of this one.
whatever happened to that man in my dream, who nonchalantly held onto the stomach wound, no i think he was pretending to be all right but he was rolling over a pile of ice behind a sort of stand, it was on the beach (which was incredibly crowded), a string of food vendors, then it basically turned into a strip mall on the beach, horrid really.

always

Thu, 01 Mar 2007 09:47:26 GMT

i must give an antisocial impression to the roomate/s b/c most time is spent on the computer typing and with headphones, usually some video on youtube like:
but this is no moving image with sound, nevertheless you can imagine sound. i always imagine music with whatever i read. and i dream with music. original, as far as i can tell. should i write music? chaplin never had any sort of music theory lessons i think, but he was still able to write it, for city lights i think it was.
the film students are out with their nice 8MM, the one i played with years ago.
today...will be nothing special. i should sleep
"oh yeah!!" i'd like to find the nearest cemetary.
horse skulls are the greatest, that's why bilot is the man with the head of a horse's skull.

Sol de la Flor del Vampiro (1972)

Sat, 24 Feb 2007 05:30:39 GMT

Sol de la Flor del Vampiro (Sun of the Vampire Flower), though intended for Spanish audiences, was an international production as most of the Eurohorror films of the day tended to be. Though this was an unprecedented collaboration. It was originally filmed entirely in Arabic, on location in the western regions of Java. As such, the cast, except for the two leads, Ik-bael Shalagh and Luki (erotic performers originally from a lost city in Iran, but popular amongst the hip youth of Spain), is comprised of Javanese extras, mainly female dancers and female impersonators. The director, Sam Driver (Americanized name for Jorge Pullesa) said of this film "Hot or cold, I know this. It was fantasy rippled". This is perhaps one of the most enigmatic yet straightforward answers in film, especially in the annals of exploitation film. Yet this film, also written and produced by Pullesa, is anything but exploitation. It shares, however, with other cheaply made films in its utter bizarreness.

The story is of a brother and sister, who act like their mother and father, who in turn acted like the first man and woman on Earth. These are primal beings, eschewing the xtian, biblical portrait of Adam and Eve for the true ancestors of humanity...grey-skinned, insectoids with large heads and large eyes. They float over a muddy field, finding their home, a hollowed out egg. Or so it seems, until the egg shifts colors quicker than lazerbeams into the form of yet another person, this time a bird-like hermaphrodite who commenses to dance. This is an intoxicating dance involving live birds and snakes (plumed and finned), entering and exiting various sections of the body. Blue blood, not so odd a choice when you know the truth of blood, is elegantly plastered over the bodies as they begin boiling, bubbling with this blue blood, gradually shifting to red as more and more dancers enter, performing nearly impossible acts acrobatics, oftentimes explicity sexual. Yet this is a different sort of explicit sexuality...the viewer is confused: are they watching an actual act or a mimed one...the viewer ultimately feels entranced yet not attacked by prick, cunt, ass, jizz, teeth...the viewer feels they are watching an innocent ballet, albeit with a hardon or sopping wet. To continue with the narrative is futile, as it cannot be explained. Think of going into the throes of anasthesia, the period just before and during surgery. However, if viewing this film with a lover or companion, do not be surprised if they are missing a limb...and you have too many.

For more info, contact:
Javanese Surreptialism
PO Box 424362
E. San Francisco, CA 941321

oh loo=

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 07:58:12 GMT

k, another roomate. i'm sure he'll agree that lowered blinds is a must in this room.

this is while love limps

Wed, 14 Feb 2007 08:47:06 GMT

THe time had finally come when the radio was living much as my cousin from Alsatian afterburners. Goidjuhdah was her fleshy nametag dangling from the wetwinter underwear, the two lips from serrated fangs some grand number height tall. Overdosed on england and octopus, Goidjuhdah hearkened to the feast that was full of starry stapler, rather, gaseous daggers easily slicing through our arthritic hookah science. Half the glands are fine, the others are stinky as boston, in another time zone the earphones loved pastrami, singing the odes of Markspient-on-Drafferxian, number of the sickle blanche. Give him your leash, your pet van is influenzmatic, the livid tape-deck blasphemes continuously near the sordid playpen. this is your abode.

stop houring

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 07:02:31 GMT

comely comedic food swathed with biblical
dropout,
hawk without pumps, kneeling beside
aromatic and torrid remonstrances of the 3rd whistle,
who blackens their toes------forward the
caravan to a pupilled gravity.
the minx menagerie simmers, vooming gold
northern egg stand.

so is it

Wed, 07 Feb 2007 07:31:03 GMT

clumped together, basking in the resigned closed lid.
so fine, collapsing as dead penny outside.
run a basketmile hoppity trumpet stalactite gander
who would have started the shaman fascinated galoshes?
yeah yeah definitely cut hippy nose fresh standstill locking arpon tampon existential doughnot cock, wispy
window bouncing how fresh is the coil, new as material fish. in a cymbal tortilla igloo,
nappy sack.
maul giz, knocking slap puff. fast mick.