+@-------$ @ @@@ @@ +@@@$$$$$@@$ @ -+@@@@$ +@+ @@@@ @*@+++@$ @@@------$ @@@ @@@@@@@@@ +@* @@ @@@@@@@@@$ -@- +@+ @@@@++@@@@*+ -@@- @- @@@@@+++@$ -$- -@- @@@ +*$@+ +-+-@+@@+ @@@- $@@--+- -@*--- --- -@- -@@- *@+ @@@@@@@@@* @@+ @@@@@@$*+-** @@@@$*+*$*- +@+ *@@ +@+@@@++-@$@@- +@+ @+--+*@@@@@* +@$--- --- @@@ +- @@@- +@+$@@ *@$ $@$ -@--*@$@@@ +@+ $@@+-----$@$--@@@+++$-+@@$$@@+++*@@+ *@@ @@@@$@@@*@ +@+ @@@@@$$$@@$- -*$@@@@@@@@ -@@@@@@@@- +@@@ @@@@---@+ @@@ @++-----+ --++$-++ -$+++*@- +@ @+ @ .-------------------------------------------------. | flodis - flowers of disruption - #0a - 29.07.99 | `-------------------------------------------------' the zine for tasha & anjee listen, i just have to chill like they used to do in the 60s. back in the sixties they would all sit around a room full of pillows. the walls would be purple velvet and the center of the floor would be cleared except for a giant hookah. people in the sixties would sit around on pillows and smoke pot from a hookah. i want to chill like they did in the sixties. a lot of very good music also came out of the sixties, music that you would listen to once and it would sound like you heard it twice. as if i were to call out to you in an echo chamber, "hey, come join me in the 60s," and you would hear it twice. would you come to me and join me in my hookah room? we could talk about interesting things while under the influence of the marijuana drug that they all did so much back in the sixties. nowadays people smoke marijuana in self-centered little devices that only support the smoking-up of one person, then they have to be repacked. where's the group spirit these days? i'm listening to the group spirit, a band from the sixties. spirit contained randy california and his uncle was the drummer. they made some very good music. in fact, the thing that just happened was i was listening to the music and it became really creepy and i opened my eyes and the lights were off and i looked around me and got creeped out. that was really scary. it's too bad that so many talented artists of the 60s ended up wasting all their talent in the 70s and they all got addicted to cocaine. then in the 80s they had to pretend like they didn't do cocaine anymore and tried to look all clean and sexy, but we all knew that they were still doing cocaine, and their drug habit was the only reason they remained in the music industry. any little bit of cash they could muster from releasing shabby albums went toward their astronomic drug habits. once you start, it grows and grows. it doesn't slow down when your money supply slows. i'll tell you what slows down when your money supply slows -- a SOCIAL LIFE. you can't go anywhere these days that's free! that is, unless you're a bitchy rich kid who gets to go to bitchy rich kid parties. they throw them, and all their friends come, and they drink beer, and it's all free. girls get laid, guys get their rocks off, it's all good in the hood. they go to college, the guys join frats, the girls join sororities. i joined a sorority and they made me sit on a washing machine naked to see if any part of me jigged. if it did, they told me to get trim or i would be a disgrace to the sorority. then they got some frat guy to screw me silly. that burned the excess calories from my body, and i was trim enough to not make my house sisters mad! actually, because i'm a guy, i never joined a sorority. but no girls should join sororities, they are bad things. they're good things for frats though. see, took part in the whole college scene, i know what's up. i saw the girls walking to the bars in tight revealing clothing. i saw them stagger out with a frat-hat guy at their side. it's a funny world. "*giggle*" by mogel i giggle sometimes and guys aren't supposed to giggle. it's because of "the macho thing". it's not particularly masculine to giggle but i like to giggle so i have a problem if i want to be A REAL MAN but i don't really want to be a REAL MAN particularly but i still hate to be looked at in a funny way by some people even though i shouldn't care what they think and there's no logical reason why i should act like a REAL MAN and what the heck is a real man anyway? i just like to giggle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it looks like THIS when i giggle: hehehehehehehehehehe!!!!!!!! i can giggle all day long for HOURS!!!!!! hehehehehehehehehehe!!!! i'm feeling MANIC. i'm in a PANIC. hehehehehehehehehehe!!!! giggling is free and happy and wonderful and pretty silly and silly is ALWAYS good except in a dire emergency or when your mom dies it's not really appropriate to giggle then although i might be tempted then just because giggling is so fun hehehehehehehehehehe!!!! sink down sink down sink down to the bottom of the river!!!! hehehehehehehehehehe!!!! i stand right up in the heart of hell!!!!!!! and hehehehehehehehehehe!!!! and also hehehehehehehehehehe!!!! don't forget at least a little bit more of that hehehehehehehehehehe!!!! by the way could you please pass me some of that hehehehehehehehehehe!!!! excuse me sir but i seem to have dropped my hehehehehehehehehehe!!!! i'm not gay. ----------------------------------- i can't get all the phlegmy crap out of my throznitch. that is my throat, that is the tube that connects my head to my feet. that is the thing that sorority girls use on guys' members. i shouldn't say that. not all sorority girls are bad. i'm talking too much about sex in these last few flodises. that's funny, because i've never talked about sex before. never. not even while having it. i've had sex while talking about it. no, i've never had sex. no, that's not right, that's false. some guys talk like girls, and they SQUEEL and that doesn't mean that they're gay. but the bombers are coming out of the sky and they're aiming right for this lame ass message that i'm writing to anjee and tasha. see, it's time for you to pick up guitars and instruments and make the music of your lives, it's time to express your every thought through any method you can. be like ET and land on this earth with a bunch of big lights and men walking around with flashlights. push aside the dewy nighttime palm fronds and search for the scurrying alien. play your instruments and breathe fire. eat pigments from the wallpaper, bash your fists through the static and the noise. i got the blues, and i can't be satisfied. but really, i shouldn't be satisfied with what i got, cos it's not a lot. but i make the best of it. you can have the rest of it. i'll play the piano and sing slowly to monkeys hanging from chandeliers, they have big bright eyes and they're staring at you right now. look at the hanging monkeys staring at you. they're over there, on the chandelier. uh-oh, they're pointing at you. haha, aren't you the fool, with the monkeys knowing your false game. stand up, wise up to the primates. tell them they're wrong! but you can't. you know you're wrong. they're right. it's all one big charade. you should be at church instead of watching these realty shows on sunday afternoon television. -- ŠÕÕª .-. 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