Favorite movie/chewing gum

[David Werking]

My favorite movie: blow up.
my favorite chewing gum: big league chew

[David Werking]

oh I just realized.
Spinal Tap's "Sex Farm" and "Heard it thru the grapevine" are the exact same songs.

Sometimes I like to take the lyrics from one song and sing it with the same melody from another song. Today I was trying Neil Diamonds "Sweet Caroline" to "Stop In The Name of Love".

[David Werking]

oh dammit FRUIT STRIPE.

[David Werking]

heard it thru the grapevine. exactly.
see...the songs today...there's not that many (outside our little world) about the girl who left you and what a bitch she was/is. "you should have told me yourself that you found somebody else".
how often do you get to hear that sentiment outside of an oldies channel? Like on Kroq (which I really do loathe) or whatever. NONE. You have to go listen to rap to get some good misogynistic radio.
And then you might as well be humping the double dutch bus or whatever. Give me a break.

[David Werking]

my real favorite movie is Tron.
I usually don't tell anybody.

[David Werking]

now since Ive brought up Fruit Stripe somebodies going to say Juicy Fruit and then we're going to get into the whole debate about whether its best to go out with a bang or go out slow.

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yeah.... i dont care too much for fruit stripes. when i was small, i went through whole packs in one sitting to be satisfied. the cinna-burst line all the way.

fav. movie: the typical pulp fiction, current favorite is adaptation.

what about the actual movie xiu xiu. is that any good?

[David Werking]

Xiu Xiu's (the movie) is okay with me.
Kind of reminded me of Akira Kurosawa's excellent Dodes Kaden...but then: so does most eastern cinema.
Got dragged to T3 this weekend...
it was another installment in the franchise...it didn't really do anything for me, because with a title like: "rise of the machines" I was expecting robots and lots of em for most of the movie. What I got was like T2. One bad terminator, one good terminator.
Also they didn't really do anything new with the special effects.
The good news is that James Camerons old man stank is off the series (Dark Angel come ON) so now maybe we can get some proper sequels...unlike what George Lucas did with the Star Wars prequels.
I cant believe they didn't wrap it up...don't all movie series come in threes?

[David Werking]

Six years old. Sun is too bright on the laundry. I am watching Chariots of Fire because I like the music. I have a Han Solo book in the living room from the Reynoldsberg library that I skip around in. It’s not interesting. What’s interesting is the magic kit I have not been shown yet by the neighbor kid who is a bad kid. I make impressions with crayons over plastic monster/alien segments. The shed is red. We have a large outdoor BBQ we have never used. Pussywillows growing for winter. My room is lighted with a hurricane lamp. Parrot sheets from Hearts.
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Can cans. Mark and basketball. Bullfrogs & Butterflies, we own it. I licked my fingers before I slid them into the rice. Laura can’t figure out the magic trick with the ropes. I made myself a robot by taping lego plastic bins to a remote controlled car. I sell gum to Josh. Juicy Fruit when mom sells Amway. I watch birds at the feeder. Theres a band practicing in the basement of the house next door. When we went to sell them VBS stuff they all had swimsuits on and towels. They had a better pool than we did.
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Ninja Gaiden. I remember the night I bought that there was a tornado. Metroid. Street Fighter 2010. Dragon Warrior. Super Dodge Ball. Golgo 13. Mario…everyone owned that. StarTropics. Gremlins. That’s all I can remember.
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Why did I want to be so Christian? Family. Television.
Boy Scouts. Odysee I never read except for the cartoons on the back.
I had more friends then than I do now. I was popular the first day. But I liked girls. I liked talking to them. I wanted a kiss. With all my kindness I know they didn’t see me as a choice. I would hear about other kids kissing. I got awfully fat and I never got rid of it. No one dated in my immediate circle. I asked around. I tried to like Transformers. I tried to like video games. I couldn’t try to like sports because I was no good at them. They thought I was weird. Why do I still hold on to my toys? Garage Sale. I sold the bone from Texas. I sold the proof of my experiences. I liked the stupidest songs. Sold things bought video games.
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Now Ive grown accustomed to being weird and into myself. That started in late middle school. Now I turn people away because no one can ever resemble me. I see the way they were back then. I picture them at my school. I can’t get out of it. Im giving everything up. I got fucked by all of that. I should have been born into some other family that wouldn’t know anything no guilt to self victimization. This always makes me weep.
Because you are a victim and when they talk to you they’ll use that. I feel like they play both sides, creating something you can mildly agree with so they can make that turn on you.
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Im sorry I started drawing. It hurts to draw. Later it will hurt to write. Ill think im full of shit and I hope I will. The world forces you to get good at things. You don’t know you cant fight back. Youd have to die, and even then that isn’t fighting back, that’s just stopping them from being able to use you. I don’t know what money is. I don’t know that concept.
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I’m now too stupid to know what to do. Work? Want? Confuse me.
I don’t know how to exist as a separate entity. Before I didn’t know how to fit myself into something they liked.
I don’t understand the importance of learning things. Sure you tell me. Logically/Soully I understand. It’s my body that doesn’t get it.
Existing or Death. Taught to fear the second. Existing I am OK good at. I have just been experimenting.
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Reading doesn’t feel bad. It’s good to know other people can take the same things I say and make it adequately complex enough for other people to understand it. I decode, but I don’t need to decode.
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It hurts to read things more than 20 times. I don’t even watch the movies I like that many times. I remember them, but I still own them, I own them to give them out, but I get upset when I don’t get them back. Why?
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[David Werking]

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All my friends are friends of other people. They are non-exclusive. Why aren’t more psychologists/counselors actually your friends? They write stuff and give you drugs, but they wouldn’t drive you to Rio De Genero-where the hot pussy be. Hot pussy be is a joke I read in a musings column.
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I say things I read places. I think it helps me seem more relaxed, like I would be that creative normally. People don’t actually respond so much. They more laugh the first time and then never again.
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I sit for hours in between classes. There’s no work to do yet, and work that I do get I need to do at home. So I get some relaxation/boredom in. I see these women they look like family and they greet each other and hug but when they hug they keep their arms stiff at the elbow. I didn’t see anything dirty in their hands.
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It’s funny to tell strangers your life story because they don’t want to hear it but they have to listen because they think something like that should be important. I’m a stereotype of older people like on Simpsons. Did that guy even hear what I was saying about how people with large hands are always fidgety? That makes sense, even if I didn’t see it, which I said I did. Doing this has made me not want to be around people for too long a time. No one can ever care so suddenly.
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A mother puts her sleep dust into the eyes of a child that has not slept once since birth.
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If television is interesting, so am i. You just cant take these things for granted.
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Isn’t it awful how naïve I act? “When in rome…”
A guy tells me his recurring dream of killing his brother. God stops him. Weird dream? Certainly not. I am not sitting anywhere near that guy ever again.

[David Werking]

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Thought Balloon: “Can I walk on the rings of Saturn?” “I’m looking for a color photograph of Jesus Christ.” I am not impressed.
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Theres a kid…lets call him M. His Dad is very rich and wants his son to be rich too so he won’t look bad for f*cking that hooker in the canoe on the Zantax commercials. His Dad sleeps around but Im not here to talk about his Dad. The kid is in an art class right now because he flunked out of engineering. It takes him two hours to draw a simple graph. When he does draw, he draws stick figures. When prompted to draw someone he knows, he replies: “I was going to draw someone this morning…(pause) while she was on my DICK.” He then turns around and eyes a red headed girl who blushes. Most of the time he doesn’t turn in his work or leaves early. He asks things like: “Do you want me to draw it now?”
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Last year all we had to listen to was Anne Murray, I didn’t mind that it was Anne Murray, what I minded was that it was on everyday 11 weeks twice weekly 5 hours each time so 110 hours of Anne Murray.

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Do you think time is worth something? OK. Second question: do you think my time is worth something. Why doesn’t work x = job y ever. Some people do it better than you. That’s translation. I think I say a lot with the art I make. I can give it all up at any time.
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I’m not depressed when I take Ritalin. Im very active. Im whoyouwantforme. This Ritalin Ive been taking is nearly 7 years old in this bottle. My old doctor said it was probably bad.
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Was I supposed to see a dentist before I turned 24 to get my wisdom teeth taken out? I can’t remember.
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Im listening to rock CDs. Ive even brought in a bought CD boombox. I like this music because when I was a kid someone gave it to me because they said my taste in music was bad so now all I listen to is music that that person liked/would like. It beats Anne Murray…but it might still suck because it doesn’t relax people. Its noise. It drains peoples energy. I never felt my energy being drained from anything except from looking at people and thinking. A couple of times I even got shocked by an electric fence. Felt fine afterwards, although my gums bled.
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When I ran away Mom called the cops. After that I just ran away to the front yard or the barn. It was hard to sleep with the car lights passing all the time.
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I’ve masteurbated thinking about my sister and my mother and my grandma, and my nieces and my aunts. One Christmas I got a skateboard from my Grandma that I tried to use as robot parts. When we moved to Indiana Dad used it as a dali (sp?) My nieces saw Pamela Andersons breasts and marveled at how big they got. When I saw some pornography of the scenarios I was thinking about I got really disgusted. I never thought about that again. I never needed pornography to know I wasn’t gay.
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I never said that I was planning artwork to be seen after I am dead in class.
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Last night I was thinking where we would be without the electric lightbulb again. No more work at night. The candle industry would still be booming. Lots more fires. Maybe I wouldn’t have been born because candlelight wouldn’t be romanticized.I am happy with living just in my own way when I don’t feel like fighting it.
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I say again because I mean it again. You can mean the same thing twice. It defeats argument, always how you feel.
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How can you give up on morals, but still say “sin is in”. That’s not amorality, just the opposite side.
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red dots and communism. Red dots in a museum. Red dots made of sugar and cinnamon.
Grey and brown ocean. Grey and yellow grass. Black dirt/socks. Wind blows breezes like a chore.
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I think I would be a really terrific interview. I could take the microphone away and rip the questions up. I could take a dump for the camera. I can go on ad finitum about what Im trying to accomplish with the pieces. I could act like I was crazy and I would too be seen as crazy wild and not just immature…like a lot of these interviews I read. Those people do that. I don’t think they do good interviews if I can spot it. And that’s why Id be a great interviewer. Times Sun give me a job.
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What I eat: In a day I eat 2 cokes and 2 packs of peanut butter crackers. When I go home I eat leftovers with juice. When you see people that’re fat you always wonder when they eat…they’re only seen doing this little bite thing. As an experienced fat person, I have to tell you: That’s really all they eat. You can’t exercise when you’re working all day long.
People need to be forced to work less. People need to just relax already. I’m paranoid enough and look at me: all I do is self expression.

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Mike had Shinobi and liked watching the Music Man. I had nowhere to go. City people don’t understand. They’re all like: that’s your fault. And we lived in the suburbs when we were in Ohio. More things need to get built. F*ck the trees. F*ck my lungs. When forests burn in the mideast no one cares theres always more. Burn a city and people finally do stuff.
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Why aren’t there any really big cactuses…like redwood cacti?
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What do you fill your life with ok if you have no code and you don’t like the world. Can these 2 co exist? Is it a teether totter…don tardo?
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I am truly invisible. Look at what’s going on around me. Mary gets her strings pulled at work. Dad and Mom have trouble with the neighbors. I have an infinite amount of pain threshold…everything they say I take at the time. Should I feel something? Why?
When I write things like this…that’s when you know, you know? That no matter how smart you are theres more of them. Herds. Evil dispassionate outsmarters. Mensa Mansons.
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[David Werking]

I’m looking for a bathroom. I walk in agonized anticipation and enter the door I think should be the bathroom. It’s a classroom. I realize the bathroom is too far away. I pull down my pants and take my sensuality on a desk. It is lumpy and hairy. The teacher is yelling and most of the students are laughing from shock. I use some kids newsprint on my ass. It takes a long time because the paper is not very absorbent. When I’m done I pull up my pants and go about my business, accosted by no one for my actions, even though they know who I am. It’s a good thing I’m in the Fine Arts building.
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I have just taken a piss and my hands are freezing. For 2 minutes I wave my wang back and forth trying to get it all out. It never stops dripping, so I put it back in my pants anyway. The pressure of gravity and the pressure of my shorts squeeze more urine out, making it clearly noticeable that I am spotting. I hurry to wash my hands in the sink but the sink is not low enough for me to use water dripping as an excuse. When the guy in the next stall looks at the spots on my shorts, I grab myself and fake the after effects of orgasm.
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The asian guy who keeps calling me asking if I told a girl where he works “bumps?” into me at the library and won’t shut up and let my type. Is that English he querries: yes it is. I am just putting two different words together to form a new word. He is doing an art project like the Matrix, because 4 of the 10 emails he sends out don’t seem to be received. Why o why is it always the lucky ones?
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My art teacher finds my cartoons to be highly sexual in nature. He reads all of them and doesn’t laugh once. He finds the pornographic pictures I have been using as research material, though repeatedly I have told him there’s nothing in the rest of the book, only the first two really good drawings. He likes the wood cunt door. He says I don’t have to masquerade that I’m an artiste, because with my ink-work: I am free. He wants me to enlarge my cartoons. He makes no comments about my more finished work. My past teachers did not like my cartoons because of context. Now I am making small glances to the girl to the right side of me. She says: “what” and tells me that she’s trying to figure out her schedule. Now she is talking under her breath all the things that she is doing physically. Think she does anal? Yes I think she has anal sex. She stops what she’s doing, puts her stuff in her backpack and leaves. Sorry. Oh wait she’s still logged on to her computer. I check her email for her.
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We watched this movie in class about Charles and Ray Ames. Nice picture of the birds and the leaves guys, now why don’t you actually make a movie? Light jazz pervaded the entire sequence. The blonde balding fat person in charge tells me that they live in the houses for five years before they sell them. They’re guys and they live together? I don’t think I’d want to live in a homo inspected house, now a murder house is a entirely different story. Q: What do the rich people talk about when they bring people over? Here’s where Ray had that fit about the Gucci watch. Here’s where they created the soundtrack for their uncreative donuts. If Moms wanted their sons to be gay, could they train them do you think psychology wise? Wheres a book when you need it…
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It is too cold. The cold is coming from the elevator. The heater is right next to it, and blowing cold air this way. I have put on my windbreaker, which does not help my fingers. The good thing is is I think I think better when it’s cold. Theres always a few moments in the day, most times it happens when I’m asleep, but these are times when I think best. I just know I’m going fast. Last night I was thinking that when you’re in heaven, before you get sent to Earth to be born, the last thing you see will be the color of eyes that you have.
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Ceramics class people exist in their own world…they don’t try to be a clique, yet they are. You can’t ask a lot of questions about clay. Clay is mud, and you just sound stupid. Yet, they are always talking about chemical procedures and new technologies. I don’t subscribe to their magazines. Clay makes me sick. They’re a bit like designers. You can’t do everything with clay, and they see no harm in repeating themselves. Clay people invite each other to each other’s houses all the time. I live in Pasadena and you’re not that interesting for long periods of time. Mostly you piss me off.
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Four o clock. I am slightly hungry now but warmer. If I go outside I will have to eat there and come in cold again. Last year I was Pac Man for Holloween. I don’t want to print these out in the computer lab. I don’t like the ink. Too bad Wordperfect doesn’t like doc files.

[David Werking]

So it's about 2:15 A.M. and I can't sleep because of the heat. Days have been up to 110 and lows have been like at 70 in my area. Psychologically I have to sleep with a blanket around me. I took a long walk earlier...it's so nice at night. There's no people and it's cool and peaceful...its like you got the whole city to yourself. Some have warned me about muggers and stuff but it's worth the risk. Life should be lived. And I'm writing a little.