Nari (Girl with the Tombstone Blues)

_________________________________________


Choppinperry's exploits have been moved to the user named Deltron.

The future will be web based, like all my sexual escapades........

Well it's been awhile and all I have to say is this.
"Of course I don't read directions on medicine bottles. You'd never get any suprises!"
Now I'm a manager but sometimes even with the good money, all a job makes you think is "moooooo".
What now for this desert native? Well next week I go skiiing.
There's carbon in the air yet I still have anemophobia (fear of air), what a strange world.
I make $31,666 a year yet I still have Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia (fear of the # 666).
I masturbate furiously yet I have Oneirogmophobia (fear of wet dreams).
......so odd........

I'm gonna say something allot of people are avoiding or afraid to say. Saddam Hessian is an uncle Tom!
(kuri kuri kuri kuri kuri)
The poodle is the black man of the dog world!
And my mothers maiden name was horseshit, or whorehouse, or pissmuncher, or something along those proverbial lines!
So don't go asking me directions to the nearest Waffel-House. I don't know. I'm not an insomniac and/or trucker with an S.T.D.!

I just fell asleep on the toilet. Sunday I laughed so hard at a Simpsons joke I depressed myself. Monday I did schoolwork. For future reference - yes - I am the GOD of the color onyx and the sensation of biting down on aluminum foil. (just for future reference)

I applied myself today. Ties and stripe shirts and blue-white. I just won't quit. Not yet! It's 28 degrees but Tempe, AZ is mighty mighty warm. Makes you think. I don't need a family. Cold cats. It's done all so romantically. Live happily. Leave the years to start days. I always had a bad perception of time. That's how I'll know you a year but love you like I did a decade ago. I saw you yesterday but I think your pregnant next week. Kinda consuming. Kinda late. Kinda freaky. Kinda like a rose. You can make pies with Toro. (El Toro to be exact) I need a pack-mule to ride out on my car. Jan. 28th I'm told. Told I'm in the company. Living but still on the respirator. Take it off listen to me wheeze. Hmmm, cry out. Cry out my name. It turns me on. I won't push you off. Watch TV see what you like. I know what you need not what you want. Lust is a want. Sexxx is a need.
(skip to section 7)

It feels so good to have it. I should be singing the blues. But instead I'm bathing in you. Blood tastes like wine and what's old is new. I'll drink - be merry, as long as I see the pain in your youth. Maybe I should have the blues, but I'll just bath in you, that's what I choose, Oh Yeah.
(Probe Me)

9:09 AM. I bet none of you thought I knew what that was. I'm here at class, two hours early. It was gonna be the only way I'd make it. Paid my parking pass a week late. Cops are all over here today. Someone OD'ed or committed suicide or shot someone or wigged out and de-pants a nun or claimed sanctuary in a dumpster or whatever college kids at a community college do. I'm not really sure. I think I'll do homework. I pretty much wanna get out of here 5 minutes after the teacher gets here. This class is far to easy. I'm retarded for signing up for it. Oh - Well. So after 2 weeks here I'm hoping that the people who couldn't figure out what 2X is if X=5 are now on their way to a exciting job as an ass scratcher. Let's dim the lights........make it romantic. Come'on. It's just me and you. Let me tell you how to get girls. It's raining outside. A chilly rain. Get an umbrella, walk around campus and look for the hottest girl without one who has a unhappy look on her face. Stop her and say "Here" (hand her the umbrella) "You look cold". She'll say something after this then you conclude with "You can give it back to me when we met for dinner." I'm telling you this will work. I just haven't tried it but it would if you do it with the right attitude. Dim the lights back on, and whoops, my pants are off and my hand is on your leg. Sorry.

The motherfuckin rabbit stole my kicks, and I want them back.
(The shout of doom)
Played with Jake and he wants to start a band. He's not bad. It will be interesting if it works out. Me with all my genres and just shit, then Jake making medi-core (not in a bad way) punk and only that. We'll see. I'll tell you if we play out somewhere. Expect to hear Dirty Deeds as the opener. So far we got Sexlexia and Vinyl by me. He said he'll get some songs together. I think I'll make one metal, dance rock, and two blue songs for my next. Rock n' roll will never die, unless I kill it. Motherfuckin rabbit. Stole my kick. You better believe I'm going to get that motherfucker then lock away my kicks.

Clickster. Paper. Beck. Nick Oliveri. Mild. Coke Zero. Glamorama. Quarters. Bed. TV. Home Movies. CDs. Ibanez. Epson. Black.

2005 Life Review

Albums I listened to the most in 2005:
1)Cody Chestnutt - "Headphone Masterpiece"
2)Beck - "Guero"
3)Kinks - "Soap Opera"
4)Bob Dylan - "'Burnt Cd's of B-sides and Hits'"
5)Deltron 3030 (del the funkee homosapoan) - "Deltron 3030 + 'Electra years recordings'"
6)Queens of the Stone Age - "Songs for the Deaf/R"
7)Static X - "Wisconsin Death Trip"
8)Mondo Generator - "Demolition Day/3 EP"
9)Beatles - "Let It Be (naked)"
10)Outkast - "'All their albums, cause they all rock'"

Songs I wrote that got the most requests for me to play
1)Campfire song
2)SilverWings
3)Agoraphobia
4)Vynil
5)Back on your Horse

Favorite songs I wrote this year
1)Agrophobia
2)The one me and Chasen made jamming (so it's not just me)
3)Campfire song (I hate it now but once liked it)

Favorite body parts
1)Goatee
2)Penis
3)Fingers (to be the musician I am)

Favorite music forms
1)Classic Rock
2)Blues (lots of muddy waters this year)
3)Punk/metal

Favorite song
::Predictable - Kinks::

Musician I'm the happiest I found/heard this year
::Del the funkee homosapian::

Favorite local band
::Dirty Cab Drivers::

Favorite TV show
::The Simpsons (no challange for the past 14 years)::

Favorite place I've been this year
::Arizona::

The biggest loser to me this year
::The American Middle Class::

Most attacked person the year
::The American Middle Class::

Biggest winner this year
::Wall-Mart::

Most evil person this year
::Wall-Mart::

Favorite News source
1)Cnn.com
2)artbell.com
3)rushlimba.com (sp)
4)USA Today

Favorite porn sites
1)Roundandbrown.com
2)suicidegirls.com
3)karadavis

Stupidest pet
::Zini::

Favorite books
1)Glamorama
2)Rules of Attraction
3)Oliver Twist
4)Secret world of Mr.Nisby (short story though)
5)Childrens Story (another short one but awesome)

Sexiest cartoon
::TIE :: Hada - Raven::

Plans for next year
::Well isn't it obvious....Genocide::

Got food in the fridge. Washed my hands and cloths free of blood and dirt. Going to be sings the blues at open mic tomorrow maybe? Not sure, being pressured by outside sources. Cooked fresh greens for dinners and ate what should be a cow but tasted like a highwaymans catch (thank the lords for A-1). Schooling and sleep are next in line. Keep your ear to the skys and you eyes to the ground. Don't let Wall-Mart sucker you in.

No food for lazy hos (or kittens that cost $150 to fix their broken testical)!
You see 'ho' is short for honey, so it's not a sexist remark, its a term of indearment.

AAAAHHH! How does homework take this long when it's this easy. They know it's easy so they assign about 47 practice questions (sense it's online you lose credit if it's not logged in the system you did them) and 150 regular. Oh well, at least it's retard stuff.

AH......uh.....HUH...HM..........HMMHM.........ern.........uh.....................................HUH
Go to school tomorrow.
Have very little gas and money.
No pants.
Go to work.
Fix the apps. bays.
Sleep.
Gotta get TP, gas, pants, notebook, pop, and a pencil all with the $10 Jessica owes me.
Okay.
Don't need pants.
Steal TP from Dad and strangers house, buy some on friday with paycheck and TP Dad and strangers house.
Use comp. paper from old printer in closet till friday.
Steal pencil from Jessica. Jessica don't tell yourself I'm gonna do that.
Get very little pop and only dink it for dinner then urinate in cup and pray pee tastes like cherry coke.
Get gas with rest of money.
Dilemma easily solved and next pay check is the one I get more money with. Sweet. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri. Kuri.

Sometimes it's hard to explain what the color red is to someone who is blind. What a stadium full of cheering fans are for someone who is deaf. What breathing is to a rotting, cold corpse. Especially if that person wasn't there for more than half your life. It adds even more difficulty to the situation when they were supposed to be. The sun doesn't respond to questions about why it rises and sets everyday. If it had to, I'm sure it would have a terrible time giving it's reasons. It knows the cause, it knows why it does everything it does. Their is a line in a good movie. "As good as it gets". I forget the line. I know, I think, it had to do with life stories. That those with life stories full of distress, misfortune, and agony envy those who have past tales of picnics, wieners, potato salad, ect., ect., ect. This really really pisses them off. It does, but there are two reactions to it. 1) They hate everyone - seal up - and close off the world. 2) They feel the issues are within them. They're sick. They both are, but they're right. I also recall a Lou Reed song saying "I wanted to play for the straights man I knew. I wanted to play for the coach. I never really noticed, but the straightest man was standing in front of the mirror". I hate having to explain myself to important people I once knew. A person I should still know. I guess I do. Blah Blah Blah. Another line - "Your a sad sight - mocking depression" All I should have said to her on the phone is "I did what I had to do the same way you did what you had to do." I couldn't say that without saying that I did what I did without trying to hurt the other, or trying to abandon my responsibilities/obligations. I didn't - I stayed quite. (sigh) I'm better. Depression is pointless. It's you trying to stop change, stop yourself, from entering something new. It's you feeling sorry for yourself - a familiar pain - instead of entering the new world - a new pain. You can handel your current suffering, you don't know if you can handel the new emotion you could walk right into. Trust yourself - that you can take anything by the horns. You can just snort nail polish too, whatever. I'm gonna wear a dress to make myself feel pretty. Sarcasm. Glory of a manic depressant. First step to heal a maniac.

Al said he heard I did good on the interview which relaxes me a little but I could use the extra money on school so I really need this. I need to go whorehoppin. I need something to do on New Years. It's a goddamn lie. Like a sweet young girl you let me drop my egg in your bottle of Chardonnay. I use Coca-Cola for fuel. Well I need something for New Years. Any suggestions. Somewhere I won't be arrested or oppressed would be nice. Just like John Wesley Harding I'm a devil in a ghettoized ride. I love guitar. I got a few e-mails back from my cringe.com ad so I'm gonna see what comes of that. A.M. radio rocks and the Death From Above 1979 c.d. is completely addictive and......well that's about sums it up. The Teen Titans my D.V.R. recorded was a Raven heavy episode so you know I enjoyed it in a generative manner. Hey! I made a end-cap of light bulbs at work so if you fellow ladies need some glow stop by and get one from my sugar pot. (It feels good, cause we all die blond)

I can't wait for the Japanese to fight the Chinese in Portland, Oregon (DuH!). By this time I'll be a astronaut in outer-space, looking for some erotic space alien kiss. After the mission is completed I'll come back to earth to make you swallow all the shit you said. Spit it out, so you can eat it again. Don't like the taste, kids in China go hungry every day. So their mama and papa steal food shipments from India going to the kids in Japan. The Japanese hate the Chinese for this. The kids get sent off to college in America (Portland, Oregon [DuH!]) and that's where this confrontation, of these to asian enemies, takes place. By then - I'll be a astronaut - yeah - in outer-space.

Indiana is cold - dark - and full of paw prints in the dead ground or the off colored snow. God it's another holiday. I suppose it's good because I see family very little. Which of course - in its self is a blessing. What did I get. Well I'd rather be a bitch and complain what I didn't get. No pony, no car, no cure for my AIDS, no cure for my cancer, no cure for my mind, no unicorns, no tampered steel spoons that make all concoctions I design in the kitchen taste lovely, no little mexican children as slaves, no maids a milking, no industrial cans of febreze used for washing my pets, no dates with janet jackson, no nude pictures of hada hadason, no child baring hips (oh i'll never be a mother!), no resurrected friends to play with, only medication - sedation - and two castration. My sister seemed to like her gifts, but it's easy to please others when your an accident. I gave my father a old blues musician c.d. (very difficult to find). My mother is on to many anti-depressants to enjoy the gifts I give her. She cooks a very good slab of meat though. No - No - I'm elated. I received one Home Movies DVD, one large clock, one CD, and a hand - me - down cell phone. Which is a very nice cell phone! My other is starting to catch fire. What more can one girl/boy ask for. NOTHING. If you think more you are horrible. You have to live with your own decisions though. Start school up.... uh, well I pay fees by Thursday. It's $350. I'm taking algebra 102 as a refresher, I had a choice and I chose that to get in the groove. That was it anyway. I tested out of everything else [perfect in reading and writing]. (I slept with the boy next to me in the testing room.) Dream about love, peace, and prudence. (What have you done?)

It's so interesting hearing things after time. Things you thought may be true but not the the extreme you found. Sickening too. Yeah. I'm knitting like a demon and satan is whispering in my ear. I must make a flag to represent my point of view. Pedro is happy, but he'll clap for a maid. I must get myself some socks and shoes. Mathematically I can't afford the shirt on my back. I'm not poor. I'm "conserving". Let the revolution roll. Kill the youth of mediocrity.

I wanna get lost on some Italian country road and have some heat scorched farmer in a straw harvesting grapes for the local winery in town that uses anti-freeze to make the wine point me the way with his shot-gun towards the next main highway. Then have him comment, "I've never really done this but once - you anemic toad". We all have dreams. (I'm sorry I got lost in you eyes.)