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Sat, Sep. 4th, 2004, 05:24 pm
septemberpaint: (no subject)

Hey my name is Vince I am from MI if you have some free time and you want some thing to judge then go check out my record lable. and tell me what you think of the bands.

Fri, Nov. 28th, 2003, 10:16 am
psymonetta: This is my Art....sometimes

Roasted Chicken with Satsuma Oranges and Tarragon
Wild Rice Dressing with Orange Zest, Tarragon and Fresh Turmeric
Mashed Sweet Potatoes
Green Beans sauteed with Garlic
The ever present gravy
Maple Pumpkin Custard

Sat, Nov. 8th, 2003, 09:54 pm
nappycrouton: A short, stream of consciousness play about conversation.

2 women, A and B. A is bleeding to death. B wears a watch on her wrist.

a: I was so embarassed of myelf when I realized what I had done

B: Yeah? (pause) Is that why you stabbed yourself?

A: The easy answer is 'yes' but let me tell you, it wouldn't be the right one;
(pause) that's not why I stabbed myself, in fact.

B: okay. Wait, what had you done? sorry. I totally missed that part

A: This woman came up to me to ask me the time and she was comming from behind me, and. I don't know why
but I thought, for some strange. weird reason, that she was some guy attacking me. I get paranoid. you know

B: Yeah, yer crazy you stab yourself

A: Yeah, well, I just thought she was going to do something. I don't know. To me so I screamed and ran to the nearest streetlamp.

B: Ha.

A: Yeah.
A: I stabbed myself because I was obsessed with my organs. Like a sponge. I just couldn't believe theree were functioning
thing in my body like organs. Like blood was running through me, pumped with a heart. I even forget sometimes that I have legs
that do my walking for me.

B: Okay. So you stabbed yourself?

A: Yeah. Stupid, I know.

B: I'll say (Pause. B swallows her watch hole. End of play)

Fri, Nov. 7th, 2003, 04:25 am
lesmouches: BRILLIANT!

I'm so down.


Thu, Nov. 6th, 2003, 10:19 pm
psymonetta: Welcome to The Court of Aesthetic Fascism

So, I was sitting in the bland Juror Jail at the Multnomah County Courthouse staring at the bland everyday registered voting citizens with their bland books and bland crafts...and I started waxing nostalgic. I was longing for the days when I could log on to the AOL chat room "Poet's Place" and rip some heartsong bleating "poet" a new orifice (preferably one that did not emit the same sort of literary caca).

And so, the livejournal community doody_jury was born.

All are welcome to join. You'll only get banned for breaking one of the two rules (see profile) or having obnoxiously bad taste.

Artists, poets, musicians, writers, messengers of god, etc. etc. post your crap and we the self-selected jurors, will pass judgment on it.