The death toll of the Asian massacre of 2004 has risen to 121000. This should be uniting PEOPLE, instead of the way 9/11 united AMERICANS. We, the upper middle class of America, need to fly out to Asia and help until our muscles are useless and our arms and ears are emaciated and our brothers, not of skin color but of HUMAN KIND, are okay again.

This has all happened during a time where a whore named Paris is making billions for uselessness, and a war for oil is justifying the deaths of young men who never had a chance.

"WE" A POEM!

WE ARE...

FINISHED!



THAT's ALL!

what a shitty poem.

so at the gym today, i ran a couple miles which was great. i'm tired as hell right now though, and i should've stretched my fuckin thighs a bit more cause im sore as hell over there. anyway, there was this lady on the treadmill next to me who was walking and eating a box of hostess donuts at the same time. this was obviously hysterical. what was even MORE hysterical was that she kept OFFERING me donuts while i was running. i just laughed because nobody else around me was. they all sort of looked sad. not me though. i laughed. im sure my girlfriend would have too.

on a side note, some bastard put on this awful toilet paper in my bathroom that's attached to strings or something. i dont know. ill show you a picture sometime.

My mom really loves Dasha if you want to know the truth. While we were at Dennys yesterday for lunch, she told her that before I met her my face was all covered with pimples and that I used to smell pretty bad. Dasha laughed like it was the cutest thing in the world that I was such a slob, but it was okay because it was all true, and if my mom were to tell anyone that sort of crumby stuff about me, I'm glad it was her.

I woke up late and watched an awful movie called collateral with tom cruise and jamie foxx while Dasha practiced her SAT's and I did nothing but rot away my brain.

I would like to save up a few thousand dollars by the time I go off by myself to college, and another few thousand dollars for a video camera and video editing software. I think I really would like to be a film maker, but I need the money to start off. Once I turn 18, I will start my journey to becoming a film maker.

We went to Milpitas for pho today, which was pretty good after we ate. You see, I invited Lucas and Victor and these two asian girls that Dasha absolutely hated because she thinks I love other asian girls, and the entire meal was pretty unenjoyable. We later agreed that we would've had more fun without the girls. Girls aren't funny. Anyway, we tried to run away on our scooters (or DASHA'd away hahaha) to Tapioca Express for milk tea and shit, but they drove and beat us anyway. well fuck them. we got three peach milk teas which were delicious and no snacks. afterwards we went to the arcade and played air hockey and photo hunt and trivia and got new high scores.

then we went to the park and were very loving to each other.

this was one great day. the reason it's written so horribly is because the memory is mine alone and i don't want you to have it. well dasha is ok. cya.

I don't remember the last time I had a wonderful Christmas. Today was wonderful.

We went to eat, Dasha and I and my mom (and my sister too). My mom loves my Dasha ever so. We saw a movie afterwards. It didn't matter what it was. It was just a nice... a nice engagement.

She tapped on the glass once more when it turned dark. We rode scooters around my neighborhood and laughed like the two lovebirds we are. We went to the gazebo where we first held each other. It was magical.

And then we cuddled in bed and watched another movie. And afterwards I looked at that tree she gave me and hugged her as tight as I could for eternity and kissed her and told her I loved her. And I meant it with my life. Tears were coming down my face, unexplained, but I'm sure I felt the Holy Spirit inside me, making me happy as all fucking hell.

We both prayed for each other last night. I'm positive this is why we're both so happy.


Edit: I am going to be somebody for her and everyone I love. Fuck being normal. I want to be magical and radiant!

hey this is dasha. george is asleep. i'm bored and he won't get me a carrot. soon we are going to take razor scooters and look at the christmas lights around his neighborhood. actually george is awake but he's singing backstreet boys into his pillow.

Listen:

Kilgore Trout is fucking pissed about the lack of intelligence in my area. The only bookstore in the mall was shut down due to the lack of knowledge in the community. Kilgore told his father Kurt Vonnegut about this, and he wrote a dozen books on the subject of mankind. I proceeded to bitch and moan about the GE company utterly owning all my favorite programming.

Walt Disney didn't imagine himself owning ABC, but I'm sure God did.

Before I forget, today I realized I need to pay more attention to her. She left me a teary message when I forgot to call, and I felt awful. I bought her some warm coffee, and got some photo paper. I need to go shooting on Christmas. I don't know why or where, I just do. I also need to read read READ! I also need to listen to fantastic music.

Hello!

Yesterday Dasha and I got in a car accident. The old man didn't see her when he was backing up, and Dasha did not see him. It was frightening, or at least that's how Dasha felt. I remember the first time I got in an accident. I comforted her by telling her that it wasn't really her fault, whereas in my accident, I hit a parked car.

I didn't know how happy Christmas could make me until she brought me a six-foot tree with wooden ornaments and shiny ribbon. I'm happy.

Today Blaise, Steve (cocky), and I went to Berkeley. I did not really want to go as I feel Steve is most of the time a cocky ass hole, but Dasha and Blaise convinced me otherwise. When we were in the record store, I had to take a terrific piss, so I ran the hell out of there into a place called "Cody's Books" in order to use their restrooms. Their door had a big sign that said "bathroom for customers only", so I grabbed a copy of "welcome to the monkey house" by kurt vonnegut and took it into the bathroom, only to have it drenched in urine later on. I felt bad hurting my dear friend Kurt in that way, but I'm sure he'd understand if we ever met.

This morning was heaven as I was with an angel that I am most in love with named Dasha. She has good hair and pretty teeth. She also has this terrific pair of eyes on her.

Sherwood Spencer gave a terrific beating to a boy aged fifteen for rubbing him on the shoulder when he didn't want to be touched. He choked the boy and stuffed his penis in his mouth afterwards, taking pictures.

Mr. Spencer didn't go to jail, but he got a raise at work the next morning. He was an English teacher.

Millard Catalog is also a guitarist, a drummer, a soon to be writer, and an actor.

Millard Catalog says:

I went to the library today, holding my copy of Breakfast of Champions, feeling sorry as hell I'd eaten so much of that Jap food. Not that I didn't like it, but I ran into the bathroom as fast as I could, almost shitting my pants. As luck would have it, the handicapped stall had leftover urine in it and when I flushed it it started overflowing like crazy. I didn't shit my pants, but I was damn close.

P.S. George wants to say that he's in love with Dasha and life and friends.