Prime Numbers: 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 15, 17, 19, 23, 29

SO....I just woke up from this crazy ass dream.
I was in some Mansion that was holding a party.
This mansion could transform though and somehow I knew that it was a trap and some people would not be leaving this party.
So they had a kegger and then once the party was over I found myself outside in
Mexico or at least a place that was supposed to be Mill ave mixed with Mexico..weird.
At some point I found myself looking for a new job that allows my mohawk and piercings..

and then Trevor died.
or so I thought.
Someone else named james actually was the one who died.
and I was sk8boarding around.

yea...

Downset. will be here tomorrow! with LP and The used and Korn.
I wonder if they still have tickets for sale?

Once again I am a very very busy busy busy pirate! argh matey I be walking da plank wit long dong slivers of cheese.

Swiss cheese is gross.

In other news.

Sunday-we had my daughters last minute birthday party for our side of the family since she was trapped in Florida all year long with her mother!

unfortunately one of my brothers decided to throw this last minute party and then wasn't their to help my mom.
So when I got home from work @4pm when the party was supposed to be starting we had guests arriving and we still weren't setup.
So my mom is stressed out trying to set everything up and I am trying to stay out of her way while trying to help because when she starts getting stressed you can't talk to her and she just starts yelling at everyone.(where have I seen this before)

Balloons,Cake,Posole!(sic),soda and a Elmo Pinata~ all made their respective appearances at the fiesta!
I had fun filming some of the party.
Later that night however after reviewing the tape
I realized that I should not be filming...
At least not birthday parties, I'll stick to what I know.
Home made movies!
Like those of me and Jaden eating cheese and making sweet sweet munky love with whips and restraints and calling each other filthy names.

you know are "unique" when you contiously post with crazy titles and when you check your site meter no one is searching for these types of things.......

hmmmm.
cheese
chesse
havarti
pepperjack
queso fresco-the best cheeese in the world.

a Cheese wheel in the shape of Jesus! complete with afro. ahh yea.

so....
Man it has been busy the last few days so busy I can't surf,d/l pron or music to my computer.
You know the other day I bough a live soul coughing cd and it was wrappped in cardboard.
Which brings me to this:
I think plastic breaks to easily and I would prefer the cardboard(recycled)cases.
we could make cardbaord cases that would stack like the plastic ones.
I was sitting in my chair all crazy and now my lower back is killing me.
I need a backiaotmy.
my left eye is twitching like a humming bird.
ah crap my thrice cd fell when I wasnt looking and now I intentionally stepped on it.

Go see HERO!
It is one of the greates action movies ever made and to me one of the best movies ever.
It is also the most expensive film made in china to date.

I have the asian persuasion hookup on my side.
Which is why I have a burned copy of HERO sitting at mi casa.

Don't cry though because the version you will see in theatres has a much better subtitle translation.

I am que right now.
I did not party last night in in case this happened.
I bought 4 new cds the otherday.

butterfly boucher-flutterby (which I like very much thank you)
She played all the instruments on her album.
1,3, and 6 are my favorites.

Rage against the machine-Evil Empire(classic)
Rise Against-Siren songs of the counter culture(still listening)
Cuba Classica 2-Dancing with the enemy.(Still listening)

peace

Sometimes when I'm typing my dog will come stand under my legs.
I finally figured it out.

My dog likes the smell of my farts.
Sick bastard.



I be-live that freedom of speech is one of our greatest assets in our nation.

I don't belive in marrying someone or getting back together with someone simply
because of a pregnancy.
Rasing children is difficult,they are not relationship fixers.
Only the "love" between two can save it.

I belive marriage is about love- not race,color or sexual orientation.
I belive It is the responsibility of the strong to support the weak when possible in
things such as medicine and education,civil defense,housing etc.

I belive abortion is murder and In the years since abortion has been legalized I have not seen the benefits.
I have only seen what happens when great power is given to those who can not even
fathom or sustain the responsibility that comes with such gifts.

I believe in a god and sciene.
A long time ago they stopped working together because one thought the other was weaker and they could become more on their own.
Look at all the confused people.

Which came first god or science?
Which is more important in the long run?

I be-live that women are men equals mean to be at our side.
They say women can't go war because they can't handle being in certain conditions.
Well good then in those circumstances Man will go in and that way we can put our money where our dicks are.

I be-live that the future of our great nation is in peril for the comman man.
As long as people continue to not educate themselves in politics or their community
those who have more shall only grow fatter.

I be-live that companies such as walmart are growing stronger and hurting our nation
by forcing companies to accept the prices that they will pay for the product instead
of the manufacturer.
Lower prices equal lower standards of living.

I be-live in doing our best to live in harmony with our environment.
Plastics are not biodegradable.

I be-live that high fructose corn syrup is the devil on earth.
It's in everything.

I be-live that you should be-live in yourself because Attitude is crucial in what you will do and how you live your life.

and last but not least
Dont judge a book by its cover, judge it by the way it feels against your lips.

and

America is getting screwed in this election but that doesn't mean we shouldn't vote!



updated August 28 2004

just like an infamous vivacious leggy woman once postulated.
Whats amore got to do with it?

Oh and by the way I am drunken.
like a skunken on mayonaiseaa.

yes, what does love have to do with anything.
I no longer believe in it.
maybe because I never have seen it work.

I think that love is probably useful for rearing the littl ones.
Sorta like Marriage is useful for rearing kids if you want to raise kids without a lot of difficulty.

As a single parent who doesn't like the mother of his child or respect her as a person I find myself wondering how much easier would it be with someone I trusted or at least respected?

Earlier today she left for san diego.
Mind you this is one week after coming back from her vacation in florida.
So she calls me up and asks me whats going on this weekeend with anya.
I told her I had a wedding to go to and I wouldn;t be pickinh my daughter up till after the ceremony.

she proceeds to whine about how she needs to go to San diego and I dont want her to be happy nor do I care.

righty no.

I want her to be happy so she stays the fuck away from me.
SO I let her seat it out as I wondered what she was going to do or who she would leave my baby with.

So to make a long story short my daighter is at home.
Tommoror I will not be going to the wedding.
I will be playing with my daughter.
We will draw, I will chase her and I will nap with her.

I will think about how much I regret putting her in the sitaution that she is in.
I will feel guilty about not being with her mom.
but I know that I have done the right thing because I do not respect her mom or love her in the smallest amount anymore.

but I do love my daughter because at least when I hear her laugh or smile I know,
one good thing came out it.

I've got her.

Discounted hormone euphoria.

Ps.
Im a dancing fool and I thinky my friend miranda is getting laid.
Lucky her.

Pants
are opposition torward my disposition.
Pants
are opposition torward my disposition.
Pants
are opposition torward my disposition.

Paaaantlessss!
Paaaaantlesssssss!

Drop!
Boom
Boom!

Damn!

Im bloggin straight outa this scorching AZ heat.
Pantless.
What do those fake pant bloggers know about bloggin trou down?

Pantless!
August 27 2004!

Congratulation on Jaden for starting this ritual.
My most favorite blog Mistress!

Today is JadenBirthday! Blog Birthday that is.
Dropping trou for that super slut!
Chant with me.

Cry for Slut!
Cry for Slut!
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Do I venture into the blazing heat?
Sk8board in hand, mohawk abound, goatee braided.
Yes, I think so.

It's time to put on my pants and sk8 into the sun.

I close my eyes but
they want to see

I stand up
but my body doesn't want to move

I want to laugh out loud
Instead I'm smiling

I think
instead of opening my mouth

I could say so much to you
but today I'll just be quiet and listen.

-Mulk

Dear American T.V.

My brother was watching Maury Povich(sic?) and he was smearing his smut all over the air waves by having people on the show who were cheating on each other.

Ladies and Men who love money so much they would humiliate and destroy their self proclaimed "loves" on national TV for money and 1 second of fame.

Fucking Idiots.
Fucking Idiot America for having such boring ass lives and for giving in to such pathetic drama.

People are addicted to Drama like a fat kid with candy.

I fear drama.
I fear its power to twists and perverts our lives.

This is what happns when people get addicted to that feeling of thought manipulation.

They say drama is the devils cup o tea.
Talk about conditioning a socity to grow up thinking that this is normal.
"I love you baby but I just wanted to make you feel like a piece of shit on national TV as I tell you that I slept with your dad"
"Megolomaniacs, you dont know jesus"

This is how they get you to not pay attention to what you want.
Pushing,pulling and spitting on your self image.

I need more middle fingers.

Fuck all you stupid ass bitches!
especially you Jessica!

P.S. I hope you die.

this has been Agent Mulk
first fist, face first! Copyright 2004

Damn my thoughts are clear when I'm angry.
and my foot somehow feel asleep while typing....weird , I can't feel my toes.

I'm all lost with the students calling.
I can no longer shop the internet gleefully.
I came in here Thinking it would be an easy day.
Instead A guaranteed lesson in tenacity.

134+ calls deep within the techsupport trenches.
Coffee to the left of me.
Pictures of the Virgin Mary to the right.
Comic books in front for when I break.
May the force of Google guide me through the day.

I just ate a breafast burrito made with the holy chori-zo~!
Thank god I just got a brand new caddilac and I aint never coming back.

-But i believe in this-and it's been tested by researchThat he who fucks nun will later join the church-The Clash

aint that the truth.
This has been
Mulkalito!
Ole!

AHHH!!!
This day has been hell.
All day ring,ring, ring.
My mohawk has turned into mopigeon.
I just bought a whole pack of donettes and only ate one.
I left the rest alone like an orphaned child left to fend for its own on a cold russian
winter.

Sometimes at work the magical woood fairy will find my man leg.
I usually have to sit where I am, secure in the knowledge that if I stand up the whole world will see my super soaker.

In Terra Firma today!

I must say It's exciting to hear that Mexico took the Silver in the 400M race.
Congratulations to Ana Guevara for being the first wo-man to medal in track.

Razing Brasil!
Congratulations on Brasil for going undefeated in wo-mans! volleyball.

Some other crazy things which you can google to find out more because I am to lazy to link:

Gilberto Higuera Guerrero was arrested near the California border on Mon-day!
Hey Mon! try spending that reward money with all the people tryin to kill you!

Who is this hombre?
Only a member of quite possible the most powerful drug cartel in the world.
The Arellano Felix organiation, responsible for moving nearly half of all the drugs across the us-mexican border.

They have all their elite members on the top ten most wanted list whenever you cross into the US.

ahhhh!

Did you know that they jacked The scream and Madonna in broad daylight from the museum?

Crazy shit straight out of the movies ala the mexican job.

The Museum has ben putting out announcements asking for the safe care of the paintings.

Peeing in the forest,
this has been
Agent Mulk.

augmentation:
"I sense great vulnerability. A man-child crying out for love. An innocent orphan in the post-modern world."
"I see a parasite. A sexually depraved miscreant who is seeking only to gratify his basest and most immediate urges."
"His struggle is man's struggle. He lifts my spirit."
"He is a loathesome, offensive brute. Yet I can't look away."
"He transcends time and space."
"He sickens me."
"I love it."
"Me too."
- An elderly art loving couple, admiring the painting of Kramer, in "The Letter"

site meter is back

So the Cure Will be here today.
The cure is one of my most favorite bands.
The problem is the ticket prices and I have to work booko OT today.
I wont get out till 6pm and Im pretty sure thats when the show starts.
Cypress Hill is also stopping by today.

The Killers will be here tomorrow at the Big fish Pub.

The Project Revolution tour with Linkin Park and Korn stops by on Sept 1st.
They have the most influential band in the world to me.
Downset.
The Tickets for this show are also pricey.

On sunday My friend Topher who plays in Ticker Tape Parade stops by the modified to play with the format.
The format are ninja.
There are no presale tickets for this show since its at a smaller venue.
Which means I would have to get their early.

And last but not least Incubus will bere on sept 7th.
A big group of us are going.

where has my lightsaber gone?

My blood,
My Ninja Nunchuck welding Babysister.
My only sister,
now has a blog.

A place to call her own on the Wild Wicked World that we call Blogger.

Welcome Darth Mouth,
Welcome.

The gauntlet has been thrown.

I want to write the perfect song,and play it just for you,while you are tangled up in sleep.
I need you more than ill ever know until I stop breathing my lungs will take you for
granted. -thrice

This post is dedicated to Jaden.
but it's not about her.

This post is about the losing a friendship and a relationship.

Actually this post is more about losing the love of frienship due to a relationship.

This past week I have experienced a lot of things that remind me of you.

When I could see your smile and you used to snort in my ear.

Lord knows I've got a lot of good material to write about based on our relationship.
read great expectations

that post was a trap to see if you were paying attention.
Gotcha!

I'm not sure what kind of emotion you were experiencing when you wrote that comment just know that when I show people that post to friends it makes them smile.

except for jessica.

We went through a lot during our time together.

For a couple our age I would even say we went through too much but at what age do you prepare for things like that?

Now before you say to yourself "oh my god he still hasn't moved on".
I have.

I'm not going to show up at your house with a boquet of roses,a band and dressed up in my elvis cow costume.

We are way beyond that.

I just wanted to indirectly remind you of how much you meant to me.

because I know you read this site every so often to see what I'm thinking and how I'm doing.

Simply put.

I miss you.

Deep in the trenches of techsupport warfare many times I find myself talking to brain damaged teachers.

Now for all my white friends and supporters out there I would just like to say that if you ever hear someone else bitchin about how they think that a certain "race or class of people are idiots"

Then direct them towards me,
because I talk to dumbass white people all day.
How do I know they are white?
Well for one thing they try to use big words to describe menial tasks.(to make up for their ignorance)
Plus I have all their super secret information.

Listen whitey, if you were as smart as you are trying to sound to someone who knows each and every variable in to which you are inquiring about, you would keep it short and simple.
90% of my calls are from people, who can't listen or apparently read English.
Which would be fine if they would shut up and follow the words that are coming out of my mouth.
I try big, I try small words, short and tall words, Hell I even try talking in different accents i.e British and new England.

nada.

It leads me to know that even if you went to a fast food place and they spoke in English , people still wouldn't be able to understand each other.

Trust me I know, my first job was doing drive-thru for wendys.
Dark times those were.

Many times I feel my brain starting to shut off synapses in an attempt to protect itself from the lethal dose of stupidity that are pouring out my headset and into my ear canal.
It's as a stupidity overflow shutoff valve.
My brain goes" Error, Error, you have exceeded the maximum level of stupidity for this call"
By this point I am no longer listening and if you were to see this mohawked american mexican sitting in his cubicle with a glazed look over his eye, you would know.

no one is home..Anymore.

Example: I just of a 20 minute call with someone who was trying to copy and paste a link I sent them and yes I did try having them type this out manually.

please not that if you think im being to hard or racist, you have a whole world of conceptions you are misconcepting.

Fire in the hole.

I have a *new* map guestbook
So sign in! please..
It's located on the right hand side In my super uber faboulistic mini sidebar.


Thank you bitches...

My friend Robert and his roomates came down on saturday night for their house warming party.
Robert resides in Prescott, Az.

Our group consisted 3(2) lesbians, a dyke, one gay man(Robert) and me and my crew of deathrow heteroes.
We visited a gay club called aint no boddies biz deep within central phoenix.
When we were waiting in line I switched ID with my friend Joaquin(my fellow american mexican) to see if the bouncer could tell the difference between Me and Him.
I started laughing when she started squinting at me and asked me if this was the only ID I had.

I also donated $2 dollars to children with aids on the way in.
Why do they make thoe slots so small?They are vessels for money, the hole should be wide so that people can just shovel their money inside.
I had to pound the dollars in with my fist.
I almost broke the damn thing because my fists are like Thors Enchanted Hammer Mojlinor

So we all got our freaks in the mist and blacklight and laser rays.
"Larry" the resident dyke is one bad ass mother fucker, she got up on the soapbox and put everyone to shame with her dancing skills.
Think Michael Jackson when he was black and he had a real nose.

I was a super sloshed dancing slut channeling the force of the saxred sangria.
It runneth through me so strongly that I had to call into work on Sunday.
I had been ensnared in the sacred dance ala Sangria.
I left my alarm on just in case to see if I would get up.
When I woke up that afternoon around 12 pm my alarm was shut off.

What a joy to see that Anya was home.
I quickly jumped in the shower and got dressed slowly.
Then we played outside and Did all the things that fathers and daughters do.
Like; plotting the downfall of civilization and La chankla, covering eggs in yogurt; racing each other for braggin rights on F-Zero GX; training our shadows in the art of ninja warfare and last but not least seeing who can get to the dreaming quicker.

oh an I bought a bamboo plant for my cubicle from an old asian man with a big hat and squinty eyes that smelled like Sake.
Dad!?
I also set up my Achtung!: Ultimate Panda Crossing sign.

3 long months I endured without hearing her laughter.
I remember pacing back forth at the airport waiting for her to arrive.
Looking for my little angel.
person after person passing me.
I started to zone out.
"Oh there she damn thats not her" I thought in my head as I saw numerous little feet walking up the hall of the airport arrival.
Finally I saw a tiny brown haired girl holding a devils hand.
A tremor ran through me and tears were waiting for permission to spring forth.
I ran past the Do not Cross Signs and swoooped down to pick her up in my arms,I kissed her on her little cheeck and looked into those big brown eyes.

I do not know how some parents can do this.
I would follow her to the ends of the earth before this happens again.

She has gotten skinnier since she left and she still cant talk but I have direct control over those things so no worries.
As soon as we got home she grabbed the book that I always read to her"Where is spot?" and she sat down on her Pooh bench and offered it up to me.

I'm going to throw her another birthing day celebration as soon as she is done with her surgey.
note:you see to further complicate things, My daughter was born with half a heart and this will be the second step in her surgeries.

So thats where I have been spending my days, hanging out with my sex trophy.

Now If there was just some way to erase her mom.
where did I put the "univeral remonster"..

When your days off switch after working more days than you would care to remember but have left you with a nervous twitch ala twisty eylock.

You may wake up and say to yourself "Duane Johnson" Who is this person lying next to you in bed and why haven't they left yet?

-fin

So on Thursday night I went hooker hunting again.
Revenge of the Smiling Jackson!
This time however I enlisted the aid of my drinking associate Xela "The Weed Princess"
That way I could blame someone in case we got pulled over and I needed to start running.*
We started our Easter egg hunt earlier since it seems that hookers have a tendency to turn in early.

So once again we stepped in to the Mulkmobile, fired up the mulk turbines, made sure we had ID and go onto the US 60 @ warp 9.

First we went to what us Johns call Van Hookeren a stretch of road that runs from 48st to 7aveish.
Now when I was younger this was the place to go if you wanted some illicit satisfaction.
Well thanks to good Ol Johnny right arm of the law, that's no longer the case.
Once again my honorable intentions to solicit a hooker for an interview were Denied!
Well actually we did see one hooker but it was when we were turned off onto one of the back roads.
She was all "Hey! Baby!", standing on the dimly lit corner, surrounded by a not so friendly entourage men smoking their hand rolled cigarettes
I was like "suck exhaust, pizza face!" and left her with the bitter taste of rejection in her gingavitis ridden mouth.

Like a Monkey in the forest seeking the sweet and juicy meat that bears success.
I decided to stop and ask one of my urban oracles.
The late night guardian of Americas captive pornos, cancer sticks and freedom spirits.
The overnight Circle K attendant.
Do not underestimate the vast assortment of forbidden knowledge that they harbor deep within their night owl smutbases.
"The eye of K is upon you"]

Parking the Mukmobile, Xela waited outside to have a smoke, I went forth seeking the answers to my questionable questions.
"Hookers?" I asked him "I need to know where and quickly", glancing at my watch.
He looked up at me with the look of a man who has been beaten by society, pushing his glasses closer to his forehead.
"Hookers?" he asked, ""I know me some hookers, In between 27th ave and 32 avenue off of Indian School and Camelback..yesss...my precious...hookers...."
Then he started to ramble and as he did so, spit flecked forth from his unshaven mouth landing on the counter and powerball slips.
I realized I had opened pandoras box because this guy was a lonely man and obviously needed a friend to talk to.( and some breath mints)
My good deed done earlier in the week after donating $2 to some child abuse , I quickly backed away and cut him short by thanking him for his information and walked out the sliding doors.

"Jesus!" Xela whined "What took you so long?"
"I could, answer the question that you have presented me with but... "and I got into the Mulkmobile.

"But what?" Xela asked, extinguishing the ass of his cigarette on the ground by smashing it with the toe of his K-swiss sneakers.

"But then" I said as Xela got in the car and I turned to look him "but then I would have to kick your hippy ass!"

"chhhh, ya right , I'd shoot you" He responded.
"Shut your face hippy, we've got some hookers to solicit".

So we drove out to Bum Flexing Egypt and In th cover of Yellow light and Long streches of darkness we found one hooker who looked like a crackhead and was in some sketchy parking lot that was pitch black.
Needless to say, I already had one crackhead in my car and I didn't need another one.
So I aborted the mission.
Then I got hungry so on the way home I stopped by Dennys and had me some country fried steak mmmmmm.

Another busted Night....busted.
It just wasn't mean to be.

Well there goes my run to write everyday about my life.
Back to the facts, which are as follows:

Anya is back.

See you bitches later!
Peace!

P.S. I bought to new(used) games for my gamecube last night.
Ikaruga and F-zero GX.
I was going to buy resident evil Zero but I remember what happened the last time I played a zombie game for more than two days.(shudder)

I was killing Mother F**ing zombies in my dreamz yo!
I was judo chopping zombie skulls with my trusty battle AXE!
I also began to fear the sunset and I developed a nervous twitch in my left eye.
I always get one when I am stressed out.
Like I am right now after working 9 straight days in Technical Support.

Man the womens olympics be fillin yo.
Straight Motha Hicks sauce.
Its like some kinda of norwegian monkeys paws curse.
4 people messing up in a row while doing their routines, damn Gena!

Asalamalala lickme

I sit here in my fortress of solitude struggling to type these feverish thoughts into my word file.
Trying to get them to work together with the same integrity of atoms in a bucky ball.
Word Tetris.
Type, type, baleeeted.

I think of how lucky my brother is.
An inspiration to the rest of us bloggers, to be able to compose thoughts in a way that plays on our imagination like a composer to an orchestra.
He has the Gift.
He can paint pictures with words, clearly and crisply, dealing his words with the fluid efficiency of a blackjack dealer, allowing you dear readers to insert yourself in the scene that he has dealt us.
I would just like to tell everyone one of my web vagabonds that take a little time to spit some love onto my blog, that he has had this gift since we were young secrey agent spies in the war against La’ Chankla.
Now if he would just get of his hippy ass and write some satire and put a book out, well then I could finally kick his Hippy A$$!

Smiling through my drunken haze.

Anya will be here tonight @ 5:40pm on flight 1947 southwest.
Peace!

Words can't even begin to describe.

I love the pussy(jaden)!
The poon-tang!
The sho-sha!
The love taco!
Bitches better recognizzzzzeeeee!

Now that we are all on the same page.
Guess what ma**ots % fa**ots?
I'm tired.
Late night drinking and late night underwear stealing can make the morning seem cold and unforgiving.
Like your mom.
I'm sitting here with my Big Texas Cinnamon Roll and my Dunkin' Doughnuts mug filled with legal liquid speed.
Listening to Putayamo Presents:Cuba
Hell yes.
FYI:I've been listening to a lot of Jazz lately and I love it, I love it, I love it!

Last night: My late night correspondent(Alan) and I flew one over the cukoos nest to The rogue for our weekly night of 50 cents PBR.
When we arrived, I realized I left my Id at home, "curses"I thought, so I crossed my toes that the bartender wouldn't ask me for my ID.
When I walked up to the door I was Mr.Clean, I pretended like I didnt see the Bouncer and I had already been inside.
When he came up to me, I thought "damnit!" but he just wanted to tell me about the free show and ask for donations for the band.
So score one for being a regular.
I donated 4 dollars to the "donation jar".
After being reunited with our assorted crew of punks and drunks Hallow Point took the stage to be followed by Ama Zombies.

Well, Let me just say that Hallow point sounded like watered down Green Day and thats me being nice.
But they did put out a good stage prescence and they were in tune and on time.

Ama Zombies have a cute lead singer and are a 3 peice 2/3 girl punk band.
They sound like your typical punk band around these days.
They put on a good show, and were in tune and on time as well.
Everyone else liked them a lot and thought they rocked.
I liked 2 of their songs.

In world news today:
The Pooper and Scoooper to Marry!
Congratulations to Joey M and Meg*on their engagement.
There has been much speculation as to why on the liverjournal side.
Liverjournalers never seem to fail with their nihilistic sauted thoughts and comments when it comes to marriage.
Let me introduce them to my finger, my middle finger.
To badd I wasn't born with enough middle fingers.
It must have been eatinig joey alive to keep such a big secret inside for so long.
Think Cannabilistic Fire Ants & a Porker dipped in Honey Big.
whew wee

and now I can post this since joey finally posted bout it.
Read his post damnit!

Today I was on a interview panel for one of the new supervisor positions at work today.
Let me just start of by saying that my interviewees were lame.
Luckily attitude is not one the factors that I was grading them on.
In none of the applicants did I see a level of confidence that someone should have when they want something.
A position of power.
A position where you are in control of someone elses career.

I wonder if my mohawk intimidated them?
Yes, Thats right I didn't shave my head.
bitches.
I did however dress in professional attire.

So those of you who remember an earlier post may ask why did I not apply again for this position?
heres why:
I am no longer sure I would like to stay within techsupport itself.
I like my job but being on the phone sometimes feels like I am on drive thru again(shudder).
I am not going to invest my blood sweat and tears into something I am not sure about.
Not anymore.
I feel my time left in techsupprt is coming to a close at the university and I would like a more personally rewarding job.
I want weekends off.
I know that I can find a job that will give me more of what I want, I just need to look harder.
but ultimately, I just don't want to be a supervisor right now.

until next time.
sucky my kiss.

so I find for some reason that the words in my head are easier to scribble onto this blog when I am dead freakin tired.

I am not tired right now.

Last night after work I came home, watched the last half hour of Gremlins 2 with my bro Jedi G and Donaldo, surfed the world wild wow for a minute, started watching the olympics in my room,made some assorted phone calls looking for drugs and stimulants and fell asleep wondering what it would be like to do a double backhand spring with a 3/4 turn.

I woke up to see that I had missed calls, returned calls, decided that I didn't want to leave the comfort of my room, I stayed awake for about another 20 mins before setting my alarm for 435 am and then going back to bed.
helpful hint: masterbation helps you go back to sleep quicker.

I woke up at 5 am after hitting snooze what seemed like a million times.
I wonder if I woke Memo up?

Today:
I just bought some sushi and a una-don(eel) bow for lunch today.
Thank you JD for letting me use your battle van.
I also bough a cofee drink filled with FIRE according to the label.
mmmmmm liquid Fire!
Delish.
It came in a red aluminum can with gold lettering.
The flame itself is in silver.
I wish I could read what is printed on the can.

My best friends Harrys Kid Caleb turns 4 today.
He calls me uncle "Gil" and we are a mischevious duo.
After work today I will be joining Caleb and there will be much celebration of his fourth year of life on this planet terra firma.

So anyways back to the facts man.

So back at the party I ran into a shockingly refreshing Monizzle and a doe eyed Hollwould.
At first when I saw them I thought they looked familiar and then I realized who they were.
I went "Hey, you're on liverjounal,you're monizzle and you, you're , you're and chuck/andrew? whispered in my ear hollywould, "yes! hollywould" I exclaimed drunken like.

Later on Hollywould did a full beer bong and I was surpised by her love for the Alki because she weighs next to nothing and seems to float on air.

sidenote: at one point while trying to figure out the valve to the beer bong it slipped off and shot amber brock everywhere.

But Monizzle wasn't having any of that and After I told her that hollywould had done almost an entire beer bong she was like "bring it on, Biatches, my name is Monizzle and you ain't seen nothing yet!"(I have added some extra guff to her actualy words).
sidenote: Monizzle is also a tiny girl with a wonderful smile.

She then grabs the beer bong stomps over to the keg and tells Andrew the shrew to "fill me up"
1 beer bong later and she is wiping the cold suds from her mouth, smiling in victory.
we highfived and then parted ways.

Some other ladies did the beerbong but I don't remember their names and frankly they aren't important.
Throw in a beer bong by me, some more highfiving from the delicious Monizzle and then the cops came.
yea.

but not before:
Someone stole trevors pipe.
I licked monizzle while trying to teach chucks little bro ty a lesson on being a man.
I walked around with a candle asking partygoers if they knew Jesus

At some point Monizzle and Hollywould left the party.
We all held a candlelight vigil waiting for their return, sadly they did not.
I wonder why mo left angry?

Oh and I saw courtney,
There is more but I have been sworn to secrecy.

peace niggas!

I was doing a synonym search for random on my online theasaurus.
I am constantly described as "random".
Well, today I looked at truth hard in the eye and I looked away first.
below are some of the adjectives for random that hit the hardest.

accidental, blind, capricious, careless, casual, chance, desultory, directionless, drifting, erratic, fanciful, fickle, flighty, fortuitous, frivolous, goalless, haphazard, heedless, hit-or-miss, indecisive, indiscriminate, irresolute, objectless, pointless, purposeless, random, shiftless, stray, thoughtless, unavailing, undirected, unguided, unplanned, unpredictable, vagrant, wandering, wanton, wayward

Jason Crisp Save me!
I just learned something new about myself today.
I think this is what they call a "reality check"
Damn it just feels like I just got hit with a bat upside my head.

So last night I went to a party.
I was a little drunk.
I'm sure you can tell from the post below.
What you couldn't tell by my previous post though was that I was wearing my world famous cow suit sans cow bell.

Now originally when I showed up to Trevors apartment, I didn't expect so many people.
Not that I wanted it to be a small party.
It just that it was at Trevor’s and Trevor has a one bedroom apartment.
A place where I once lived in the year 2000, Cameron creek.

So imagine to my surprise when I run up the stairs and find people standing outside the door to his humble abode and people bursting forth upon opening the door.
I quickly scanned the party perimeter for the keg.
Keg located, I needed a vessel for my liquid euphoria.
Vessel located, I now needed fill my vessel with Liquid euphoria.
So I placed myself in line next to Chuck.
we quipped about the ladies, gravy and the different sexual positions we enjoy placing the ladies in to make them feel gravy. i.e. Jaden and Tiffany

damn after two hours of sleep all this thought type is exhausting.
Fast forward>>>>>>>
Now you would think If a man wearing a cow costume showed up at a party, It just might trigger the same part of your brain that notices things like oh I don't know burning bushes, Zombies, Werewolves, and maybe just maybe, Keg standing Cows.
I didn't do a keg stand but I'm just saying.
My brain is working just fine.

I say this because 3 times that night, in 3 separate isolated events,a person would make a comment about how they didn’t notice I was wearing a cow costume.

The first time occurred next to the keg and was made by some guy that I had been standing in line next to for the at least 8 mins. or so.
The catch being, it was my second time back in the line next to him refilling my vessel of ambrosia.

The next one was made by a nice girl who let me cut in front of her to pee in the bathroom.
Bless her unobservant little heart.
After letting my by to pee she squealed a "oh my gawd he's wearing a cow costume" to her hot friend.
The girl was also hot.

Now by the third occurrence I was beginning to wonder myself, If I was indeed wearing a cow costume.
Talk about projecting your psychosis onto others.
The third person’s gender and hotness factor (if female) has been lost to lack of sleep and my failing mental abilities.

There are more but those are lost to party vertigo.

I was lucky enough to stumble upon some liver journal abusers and seduce them into the drunken ways of the sith lords.

To be continued....

She speaks no lies.
She told me that if the cops come back they will charge a thousand dollars per head.
Then she pulled out a battle axe and chopped off trevors head.
now he is dead.

but I am just fibbing.

I am a little drunk.
The cops just showed up.
I have two ladies fighting over cheetoes next to me.
They are leaving.

Now Trevor is in here telling people that he needs to have people chill like penguins.


I am just a little drunk.
I am amazed at my spelling abilities right now.
A girl named becky wants to use the computer after me.
I don't ever carry a wallet
someone just knocked on the door.
we shal wait....

I done like a well done steak
lish is crying.
Its all Andrews fault.
He hit her in the ass with his kneee
and then he slapped her in the face with his pacific islander penis.
thank you beckthy.

and so our story continues on like one of those charmin rolls.......
and there is a lame kid wearing an o'neil shirt,
I think he is twelve

I met quite a few liver journal.
I licked monizzle.

I am ..

out.

I heart Sk8boarding.
When I was little I wanted a sk8board more than anything else in the world.
More than a bike, more than Nintendo.
Just thinking about those days makes me smile.

There is a certain feeling that all true athletes/artists share.
It doesn't matter if you suck ass at it or if you kick ass.
It drives us,consoles us and sometimes it destroys us.
when you love something so much the passion bleeds from your pores.
It's that chip on your shoulder, the one you know about and you don't care.
When you sleep at night, It's in your dreams.
when you look at yourself in the mirror, It scares you to think what your life would be like without ever knowing it.
Sometimes you when you talk about it, you have to stop and take a deep breath because the elated feeling running through your body makes you forget how to talk coherently.
It's not about the money, It's not about the fame, It's about the first time you tried it, you knew that this was you and you were going to love the shit out of it.

"until the day I die, I'll spill my heart for you"

I am going liverjournal on you blog.
shhhhh.
It's going to be okay, I promise.

I am going to pretend for one entire week(shudder)that I am on liverjournal.(truth)
Every illicit detail will be scribbled onto paper and typecase transferred over to myou.(lie)

starting tommorow...maybe...(truth)
My posts just might be coherent for once.(lie)
My writing skills will continue to be just as horrible as ever.(truth)

how would you describe me?
in 3 words or more?

I was just on myspace and I discovered something only whispered about in dark alleys and mean streets.

Canadian Mexicans.

The legends are true....
Aye dios Mio!

I shall never be the same again.

"the world has turned and left me here"

So the other night I was bored and the universal transponder had activated a severe case of the wanderlust in my twinkly feet.

Did you know that I was a foot model once?
I was.
My cuticles were beautiful.
I used to put on sunglasses when I took off my shoes.

Sadly a severe case of athlete's foot, slaying evil chupacabrones, deep in the jungles of Michoacan back in 87, terminated my dreams of becoming the world's first super footmodel.

I must learn to forgive myself.
I was only 7 and the thirst for revenge was all consuming.
I blame Contra.

Now for the longest time I have wanted to interview a hooker. Get inside their minds.....Right?, no really I do.

So I went on a late night journey.
It was a quiet Sunday night and as I drove, various thoughts pushed themselves to the front of my mind, compressing my fears and the slogging the remnants with the ferocity of a cornered three-toed pirate sloth named Darling Mcstabsy.

Thoughts like "that skank better not stab me" or "what if you get arrested?"

So there I am driving all alone in my little brown tracer
Up and down
Up and down,
The street I went, seeking sexual connoisseurs, squinting to see on the dimly lit road, the car doors locked my hands firmly on the two and ten position.
And as I drove I came to realize that on Sunday nights maybe just maybe, hookers don't work this late. (note: ask jaden:)

So I did what any normal man would do at 11 40 Am on a Sunday night.
I went and got an Iced Mocha double deuce shot of expressoin.

And as the coffee soaked through the soft brushed linen walls of my stomach, I could imagine the influx of caffeine molecules into my blood stream peddling their liquid salvation to my weary and depleted blood cells.

My weariness discharged, my plan recharged, I continued forth on my quest for the skanky grail. (jaden)

But alas after driving up and down two more times making sure to leave no soiled corner
unsolicited.

I retuned with nothing but a frustrated pad and pen combo named bob and Neil.
Subsequently I passed out on my bed out reading the journalistic journey of one Spider Jerusalem.

Maybe next time I'll wear my sandals?
For good luck of course.

this has been Agent mulk
cruising for your bruising.

the President will be representing in the house today!
@ vetrans memorial off of 7th ave and the I-10?

See if you can spot the strings.

Movie Review:

Collateral

Was way better than I though it was going to be and way better than previews made it out to be.

I think for a movie about a hitman going around and killin people it falls a little short in the sense that everything just seems to fall into place.

Ex. Tom and Jamie manage to drive around in LA in a cab with a broken windshield and crushed roof, only getting pulled over once?

but its always nice to see a hitman with a purpose eh?
the hitman only knocks once you know.

Obvs to the bovs.


she.

She walked past me today and I could smell her perfume.

a hundred days have made me older
since the last time that I saw your pretty face..
I'm here without you baby
but you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby and I dream about you all the time.
I'm here without you baby
but you're still on my lonely mind.

It's been a while since I have licked pussy.
but more importantly it's been a long time since I've met someone, who I liked enough to lick their pussy.

First Friday in AZ.
07/08/04.

Last Night My sister Barbara K. and I speed across town to Downtown Phoenix for the monthly art walk event First Friday.

{background}

First Friday like its name implies occurs on the First Friday but only once a month.
It’s a national event occurring in almost every major city in the U.S.
First Friday is organized in Arizona by Artlink a non profit organization.
Art link was founded in 1996 by Tal Danai and is based out of New York.
First Friday evolved in Az out of Art Detour in the 1980s.
The city provides a free shuttle service during the walk along certain predetermined routes.

First Fridays is currently divided into two areas.
The Roosevelt Row Area which runs from Moreland to Van Buren (North to South)
and from 7 St. to 1St. Avenue(East to West).

Second is the Grand Avenue Area which runs from Portland to Van Buren (N to S) and from 7Th Avenue to 15th Avenue (E to W).

{Journey}
Note: Next time I will remember to take down names of the artists.

Our journey started in the Roosevelt row Area at the Thought Crime Gallery.
Good Art was on Display at this gallery, and they also sell t-shirts, used records and they have an expresso machine for all the Java fiends.
They also have a robot closet.
Never forget that.

My sister and I hungered so we consulted our pocket map and looked for a bite to eat that was close to our location.
It said that the Athenian Express (Greek) was close by and open but as we waked down the street I could see in the distance that it was closed. My eyes narrowed in frustration.
A place that bills itself as a “late night food and drink” establishment should not be closed at 10pm on a Friday night.

After coming up short we journeyed to the Trunk Space in the Grand Avenue area.
They were selling artwork from all across the world for $5 made the youth.
I almost bought a piece with two American flags sewn together with a poem written in very neat and sharp marker on the stripes.
Sadly even though it billed itself as a Café they didn’t appear to take debit and since I travel paperless my sister and I were forced once again to seek food somewhere else.

We also stopped by Art One which had some very bold canvas art.
Their theme seemed to deep reds, dark yellows and black.
If I had the money there were asking for I would have walked away with a painting or two.

Last but not least we stopped by Perihelion.
Their displays were of the erotic, woman in bondage gear variety.
They also sell books of that nature and I was presently surprised to discover a rare out of print Daredevil graphic novel written by Frank Miller and Bill Sienkiewicz.

My sister and I then made are way back to the Roosevelt area where we made a stop by the Willow House for a quick snack and then the modified.

I also managed to stumble upon a live performance that night.
In the sense that my sister and I followed the loud screaming music that I could hear a block away.
Lo and behold!
Have you been ever been blessed enough to hear or see the Mini Bosses?
They are a live band that covers Nintendo theme songs and they kick ass!
Their set that night included such classics as Megaman, The Legend of Zelda and Ghost and Goblins, not to mention the crazy antics allowed by wireless instruments.
Check them out if you get a chance.

This has been Agent Mulk
tied up in the bling

and happy birthday to Alan.
ALan is 22 today!.

First Fridays is a event that takes place on the first friday of every month all across the US.
about first friday
Psst, It's an art event.

It starts at 6? and run till they close.

Punky brewsters birthday is today.
Happy Birthday!
She is 28 years young.

Rick James died last night.
of natural causes...

Since when is death by cocaine a natural cause?

RIP brotha

two loves destroyed.
two families in ruin.
Two futures lost.
two mothers grieving.

drinking and driving is stupid.
======================
There is a void in this superheroes heart.
I'm missing her.

a awesome internet radio site.
If you know others please, please make me aware of them.
http://www.accuradio.com/

Lifted from here: http://eggsdontdreamofelves.blogspot.com/
note:the following does not represent the blogger or blogger.
but its still good reading for all the little critters of nature.

1. Life is a series of choices. Sometimes things may or may not happen whether you choose otherwise.
2. Raise the level of expectation and you raise the level of disappointment.
3. Everything eventually passes away. 4
. People are fallible and will eventually fail you.
5. Life can be as simple or as complicated as you make it.
6. When you have nothing to lose, only then can you live.
7. You have nothing to lose when you stop trying to hold on to anyone or anything, when you stop trying to stop change.
8. Friendship will always be a distant second to a relationship.
9. If you care too much, you will be hurt.
10. If it works, stick with it. If it isn’t broken don’t try to fix it.
11. Once you know what you like, do it and you will learn contentment.
12. It takes courage not to conform to the masses.
13. People will never truly understand you. There is a divide between you and everyone else that cannot be crossed. It is what makes you unique.
14. Strength comes from doing your duty, even if it is unnoticed.
15. No relationship is true unless you keep the faith.
16. Sacrifice and duty are easier when there is loyalty.
17. Love is more a choice than an emotion.
18. Truth is not a concept. It is a person – Jesus Christ.
19. You are restless not because you don’t know yourself. You are restless because you don’t know the Truth.
20. Your path in life, your identity, your choices can only be understood in relation to the Truth.
21. Don’t bother impressing other people. Let them impress you.
22. When you stop chasing that which you think you must have, then you find it. If you do not, then learn contentment.
23. Responsibility is more important than rights.
24. You live among stupid people. Teach them or be consumed.
25. Pain makes you stronger.
26. Anything and everything can teach you.
27. You don’t have control over what emotion comes over you. But you do have control over how long it lasts.
28. Don’t go native. You are only passing through.29. You like to think of yourself as basically good. You are not.
30. If you are addicted to something, then you are less than human. An addiction is anything that is master over you.
31. Once you see your path, stay the course.
32. Boredom is a state of mind.
33. Novelty and happiness are not the aims of life.
34. God is not your cosmic bellhop. But knowing him is the answer to every need.
35. If you don’t make a conscious choice, it will be made for you.
36. The desert is preferable to the city.
37. Talking about feelings and Self-esteem are overrated.

We drink to much, who needs a crutch , pull off the band aid, there's no wound.-The format

Tonight.
I saw Harold and Kumar!
What a great movie!
ohhh and I ate a Faboulistic delicously last supper at Mimis cafe.
I had a juicy Chicken breast with superFruit ala Blackened Cajun style with a honey oat bran muffin. Mmmm mmm.mmmmmmmmm.

This makes the 3rd time I have been to Mimis Cafe and I must say that I must have been smokin crack the second time I was there because I never wanted to eat there again after the meal I had last time.
I returned Victorious.

Maybe the one in Allwhitetukee is better than the one in Mesa?
I think so.

The only weird thing was they kept asking my friend Andrea and I"if we lived in this area"
hmm must be my Mulkhawk?
Jealous bitches.

seriously though...
and the endless nights that you fear-Sarah M.

Earlier I had called up My friend Andrea to hangout and as soon as she answered I knew something was wrong.
Her voice was crackin and I could her sniffling.
So I opened up my can opener and pryed.
Her b/f had broken up with her
So I knew what I had to do.
I kidnapped her ass.
to a dinner and a movie.
Cause thats what Superheros Do.
Save Mutha Flippin Lives.
mender of broken hearts.

It is this specific reason I always keep a gallon of glue within arms reach.at all times.
Don't believe me?Ask me to prove it.I dare you!

I am playing all the sappy love songs we have from Kazza right now to help keep me focused on this post and not the impure thoughs that are running through my head after seeing the movie.
aye Carumba!

So What Did I do?
What I can do best, when I want to.
I listened.
and listened.
and then I listened.
Oh and I hugged her, cause I give world famous hugs.
ask sometime.I dare ya.

My ears are asleep right now.
I can't even hear the music playing.
It's the thoughts that keep me going.

Someday If I am lucky I will be able to listen to Anya tell me how much she loves somone.
Lucky becuase I hope she chooses me first over her { censored } mom.

Back to Earlier
Andrea kept apologizing for crying and I told her "Listen sister,I've been there,I'm here for you, so don't there is no need apologize"
Then She pryed about the last time I was in love.
but I was having none of that and I shifted the focus back on her ass.
All I told her was "I was lucky to have it when I did"
It was like staring into the sun.
Hippy.

Mulk the gas harbring er I mean the light bringer.
I can say I did one good deed today.
What about you?

On a small side note.
I am building a tolerance to love songs.
I think I can tell in a song when that person really loved someone.

Ex.
"you outa know" by alanis m.
that song just flows, you know she was crushed and pissed.

Many love songs whine to much.

A lot of artists try to get all crazy and make it seem like it was there one and only reason for being alive.

you dont have to force these things, I say, It just comes together.
Like a puzzle piece :)

So I leave you with a sappy song by Denver Harbor.
Ladies and Gents.
All I want by Denver harbor
n/m
damn spyware.

Don't close your eyes
Just let me be Yeah
you breath every thing you need
Don't say good-night
I'll take you there
Any where Any where you are
Lay it all down
Heavens been found in your arms
All that I know
Cause I won't let go
Until you do
With nothing left to prove
But everything to lose
And all I know is
All I want is you [x2]
Just let me leave
You fall war Until the sun comes asking questions
Now and fall to sleep Inside my eyes
Hear my heart Crying out for you
Lay it all down Heavens been found in your arms that I know
Cause I won't let go Until you do
With nothing left to prove
But everything to lose And all I know is
All I want is you [x2]

Is you