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31st May 2007

3:27am: It is so close to my birthday I just puked a little bit into my mouth.
As my 20th birthday grows ever closer my failures are illuminated beyond any comfortable level.

My friend is 25 and served 3 years in Iraq as army infantry now he works at a military surplus store without an real education. Isn't there supposed to be something more than this?

I never really feel content because the idea that things could be better continuously haunts me.

DXM is starting to grow on me, the feeling of dissociation is beautiful.

I was thinking of leaving this place and helping impoverished children of foreign countries. I know it sounds kind of out of character for me, but I'm doing it for all the native ass. Actually I have no idea why I want to do this beyond the basic idea that I am not content currently and if I somehow change my environment I will be, I really doubt this will help but you never know until you try.

I might stop my drug use again considering I maybe could be doing something more productive, just maybe. Scratch that I will stop consuming intoxicants the day after my birthday considering I have to get zooted on my birthday.

I really need a insomnia drug that works, how the fuck am I going to get anything done if I'm never awake during the day?

Isn't this supposed to be the best the time of my life? If this is the high point of my life I really don't want to see the rest.

I'm not sure if I have anything more to say, but have I ever had anything to say?


P.S. I love Japanese censorship.

27th May 2007

6:27am: Happiness is ideal, it is the work of the imagination. - Marquis de Sade
I was thinking of getting a job in security.

Damn my hair is really soft.

I have yet to find someone who will teach me how to be normal, but there are a number of nice people who seem to enjoy odd people.

My cousin had a birthday party and the only people that showed up were me and a friend of his.



I really like this.

I feel like I really don't know who I am.

I would like to hear a mix of IDM and classical.

I really want to help at a hospice.

26th May 2007

12:05am: RX Only
I have been really slacking with updating this shit, it really needs to be an everyday thing. I should find my mole skin so I can write this down on my to do list.

I had worst experience of my life the 23rd, I was in a constant state of mental and physical agony. I am really happy I am feeling normal again.

My friend said one needs to be original in order to have anything worth saying. I doubt anyone can understand what I perceive. I think being original or clever is really over-rated.

I was thinking of working again because I spend too much time at my house on my computer, maybe I could meet some new people at work.

I contacted my friend Richard again he is a nice guy.

I'm not really sure what makes me happy. I guess if I knew I would be happy. I'm not sure if I even have to be happy I will settle with being content.

I feel that my life has been a long series of mistakes. I don't really know what the right choices should have been, but I know the ones I made were wrong. I guess it doesn't really matter considering I can't change the past, but I failed to learn anything from those mistake and I'm pretty sure I'm not doing any better.

Maybe I should do what everybody else does and appear happy. Try to play the part until it really happens, cargo cult style.

I wonder if this journal gives the reader a greater understanding of who I really am. I want people to understand who I am or who I was. When my flesh becomes a study aid I want people to know who I was in life, I doubt this journal will serve such a purpose or will be any use at all.

I guess we all desire to be understood, to be known. I think the closest you can ever be to another individual is to understand them.

I am not really sure who I am. I feel like another fleshy machine racing to my grave without any greater meaning. I feel I need to validate my existance, but how to do so eludes me.

I really don't like most people, but I really need to meet more people in order to say that. I think I am jealous of what appears to be the happy lives of my fellow man. I have a gnawing feeling of complete isolation and alienation within society. I should not harbor any ill will towards people for they have not wronged me.

I really should not talk about majority of the things I think about. Can I really change who I am or just how I appear to others?

12th May 2007

7:37am: I'm so cool I made kurt cobain commit suicide.
I wish I had a cool disease like AIDS, scratch that AIDS is so 80's never-mind I guess it can be retro cool. Maybe I should stick with the cancer, but what type? damn I'm stumped.

I was going to complain about how depressing my existence is, typical. I should create a piece of software that generates this type of shit.

I had a dream last night that had me, a friend, some young Asian guy I don't know, and my grandfather are in a weapons store that had some really bizarre blades and I'm skipping around singing YMCA. I really doubt this has any meaning, but the general rule about dreams meanings is that anything in a dream is about cocks.

I bought a really expensive horse hair butt plug for a character that I'm going to play. I was trying to fit it in my ass and I couldn't, I checked the max girth and it is equal to that of a coke can. I need to train for this because I don't want to let my friends down.

P.S. my ass is bleeding

I need to paint my room blue, but my room is already blue. I really don't understand it.

I would be a fag stag, but I have no gays to spend time with.

I have lost the number of my friend who has all my violent pornography for some reason.

I really need something to remind me to update this, I think I'm going to wound myself so every time I look at it I am reminded to update. that sounds like a plan.

I wish I could meet people who are about to commit suicide so I can fuck their corpse, I thought there was another reason why but I guess there is not. I saw an article on crime library about two cute 16 year old girls that decided to commit suicide together.

http://www.crimelibrary.com/news/original/0407/2401_stephanie_jodie.html

http://www.crimelibrary.com/news/original/0407/3001_girls_suicide_update.html

Here are some names I thought up:
1. Bikini Bravo
Damn I really thought I had more

Sometimes I wish I could be deaf, it helps me think.

I wish this girl was around because she told the most amusing lies.

28th April 2007

10:42am: My battery is fully charged!
I had to stay up 29 hours yesterday so I could get my sleeping schedule back to normal.

I want to be a homosexual, but I'm not which is pretty depressing.

I'm reading American Psycho currently, it is a very enjoyable piece of literature. my favorite character is not Patrick Bateman, but Tim Price.

I would care about (fill in the blank), but I see no reason to.

Stick shards of broken glass up your urethra, eat 13 different type of cacti, drive a 7in. galvanized gutter spike into your nasal cavity with your head and a wall, have hornets sting your anus, switch your fingers with your toes, get raped by John Waters, receive a maggot enema, rail some anthrax, and hot glue bacon to every inch of your body.

Too bad I don't have a boy in a suitcase.

My desk is littered with bottles of prescription drugs, it smells like art to me.

I make movies with my friends, but they all lick balls.

I tried to fit a billiards ball into my anus and failed T_T, I need to buy an inflatable butt plug. I was taking a shit and when I wiped my ass I looked at the mass of toilet paper and my heart became overwhelmed with Christmas spirit because my fecal matter was green and my anus was bleeding.

I was about to say "The only interesting person I know is" then I remembered I don't know any interesting people.

26th April 2007

7:14pm: Dentists, Doctors, and Optometrists! Oh My!
I have serious anxiety related to health care professionals.

I fucking hate the dentist, I never brush my teeth so I have some wicked cavities. This is going to hurt, then they are going to lecture me on oral hygiene.

The doctor is a not as bad as the dentist, but is still pretty lame. It makes me a bit uncomfortable when they have to examine my genitals, the last time my doctor probed my testicles with a Popsicle stick.

The optometrist is the least feared by me, but that machine that blows air on your eyes is always really unpleasant.

Besides the dreaded health evaluation, I have have obtained some books by Bret Easton Ellis and an app that converts text to audio.

I have decided to stop spending money unless it is absolutely necessary.

I have created a policy that states that I should not contact my peers to engage in social activities, but let them contact me.
12:02am: I'm Back Bitches
The Myspace is dead because is got AIDS.

Wow this is old and unused

I have found someone who seems pretty cool, hopefully we will get to talk in the near future.

I was going to give the people that read this an update, but I seriously doubt anyone really reads this.

I guess I can use this like a real journal now.

I am having some real trouble expressing myself.

I really think too much, it makes me pretty depressed.

I need to find some people to socialize with.

I fucking hate being all moody, lonely and depressed without a real means of a cure in sight.

All of this shit is so typical.

I need a source of mindless happiness.

All of the people I thought to be my good friends are gone. The only people I really spend time with are my old friend turned drug dealer and his girl that dislikes me.

All of my friends that have girlfriends spend more time with them than me and they usually dislike me. I am trying to find a girl, but it is pretty hard to find a person that wants to date a fat ugly sadistic hunchback that lacks any real social skills. I guess my path will continue to be a lonely one.

I fucking hate the idea that I can be actually happy, this is the thought that tortures me.

I sometimes contemplate suicide, but I fear the possible total lack of perception in death.

Maybe I will become someone new, someone that can be happy or at least appear that way.

When I get my ADD worked out I might be able to do something.

29th June 2006

2:10pm: I have moved my worthless internet activities to http://myspace.com/charleshubert

21st June 2006

2:45am: Your tears excite me
Scream for me you fugly bitch
I hate all my slaves

14th June 2006

4:51pm: The Darkness Consumes Me
I have recently been spending a lot of time playing a game by the name of Eternal Darkness. I enjoy this game yet it makes me feel very edgy.

I saw a cute girl on the bus with glasses that also enjoys the same music I enjoy. I wanted to talk to her but I was too nervous to even approach her.

I feel my anxiety really makes my life less pleasant.

I want to finish The Art of War.

The moon full & pale
casts shadows of trees above
on the dark asphalt

I have finished the Pet Shop of Horrors series.

I often say that I dislike most people because they are boring but I fear that I may be the one that has nothing interesting to say.

I guess I will continue to rage with the machine
Current Mood: Serious

11th June 2006

8:42pm: The clouds come and go,
providing a rest for all
the moon viewers
- Basho

5th June 2006

10:45pm: Capsule AD XR 30
We open you

Out spills little orange balls

Your ink informs

You are so sweet you melt in many mouths

Lively tongues and endless endurance

We all get on it

The express

The A train
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Bike Thief (Schnellspanner Mix) - Freeze Pop
10:36pm: Tablet
A great something fell from the sky tonight

A creature of god

We walk down the boulevard

A flash of silver

A river of crimson

All good things must come to an end

4th June 2006

1:56am: Breakfast at Tiffany's
I have recently got a place with my friends, I enjoy not having my family around.

I am friends with a young man by the name of Dylan he is very odd he has very little to say. I guess he is just shy, I have known him for a couple years but he just dosn't talk much. I often wonder what he thinks about the world around him. I think he will always be a mystery.

I have been watching a lot of classic films, all of them seem to have something important to say.

friday was my birthday.

I look at my life and wonder if there will be anything more than this.
Current Music: Rational Behavior - Mount Sims

28th May 2006

7:04pm: I am updating today because I will be busy paying my respects to our soldiers Monday. The soldiers who have fought many enemies and lost many friends for our freedom here in America.
Our freedom which is taken for granted everyday is paid for with the blood, sweat, tears, and lives of our soldiers. I have found a poem that says the things I cannot say.

In Your Honor

Unselfishly, you left your fathers and your mothers, you left behind your sisters and your brothers. Leaving your beloved children and wives, you put on hold, your dreams—your lives.

On foreign soil, you found yourself planted to fight for those whose freedom you granted. Without your sacrifice, their cause would be lost but you carried onward, no matter the cost.

Many horrors you had endured and seen. Many faces had haunted your dreams. You cheered as your enemies littered the ground; you cried as your brothers fell all around.

When it was over, you all came back home, Some were left with memories to face all alone; Some found themselves in the company of friends As their crosses cast shadows across the land.

Those who survived were forever scarred emotionally, physically, permanently marred. Those who did not now sleep eternally ‘Neath the ground they had given their lives to keep free.

With a hand upon my heart, I feel the pride and respect; my reverence is revealed In the tears that now stream down my upturned face As our flag waves above you, in her glory and grace. Freedom was the gift that you unselfishly gave Pain and death was the price that you ultimately paid. Every day, I give my utmost admiration To those who had fought to defend our nation.

***

You may feel differently about the subject but that is the freedom given to you by the selfless men & women of our military, so next time you say anything cursing the names of these courageous warriors just think about those who have died for your words.

Monday let your flags fly high and take some time to think about the men and women who have gone through hell to give you a little bit of heaven.

I special shout out goes to Herbie and Joe, let your rifles end evil, spread freedom, and protect you.
Current Mood: grateful

24th May 2006

12:22pm: My friend Jewebacca came to town last Sunday it was great fun!

I have been encoding all my .M4A music files to .MP3 when all of that is done I will burn them onto a data DVD for safe keeping.

My times away from home have disrupted my flow of piracy.

My friend Jewbacca is a fucking mess without his girl, she seems very cool I can't wait for her to come down here.

I got this amazing mix by Tiga it blows my mind he also does a cover of felix da housecat and miss kittin with Madame Hollywood (Mr. Hollywood Version)I would dare to say that it is better than the original

I am running out of DVD-R, Fucking Lame!

I also need to find a new job

I often find myself to be tongue-tied when I see something beautiful; too bad I can't say anything when it is most important. I guess it is kind of ironic considering I usually talk non stop about nothing really, I just space out and keep talking about anything, I wonder if people even listen because I'm pretty sure there are times when I make no fucking sense considering my total lack of thought.

I wonder what others really think of me.
Current Mood: thirsty
Current Music: ...So - Soft Cell

20th May 2006

12:43pm: it pisses me off that some many people are very rude on the internet. I am a quite polite and all around a nice guy but when people are rude I don't do anything about it. I guess the average dick doesn't expect anyone to do anything but the next time I think I will do something. I hate it when you see someone you know and they are very nice in public but in pirvate they want nothing to do with you. I wish people could communicate without all the troubles of putting on a golden mask.
Current Mood: lonely
11:25am: Anticipation of Asphyxiation
I walk down a long dark corridor only lit by a strobing florescent light, the smell of mold is lingers in the air. I am trying to remember the reason why I was here or where here is. I look down the corridor with its endless rows of doors wondering if anyone else is here. I find myself later opening a door to my left, as I peeked inside I saw dusty medical equipment. I walk around the room examining its contents, nothing of real interest just some old hospital room. As I turn to leave I accidentally knock a scalpel off a tray and on to the ground. When I go to pick it up I see foot prints in the dust, not any footprints but a footprint made by a person wearing high heal shoes. I quickly follow the footprints going room to room, the thought of seeing another individual makes me very excited. The sounds of their footsteps in front of me makes my heart race, I can no longer contain myself. I ran towards the sounds on those shoes. As I draw closer I see the outline of a figure dressed in white. I draw closer to this figure of white and I inquire about my current location. A beautiful nurse turns to me and smile. I see her lift her arm extending her fragile hand as if she was going to touch my face. Suddenly with a great burst of energy she grabs me by my neck, as she slowly increased her pressure she continued to smile wider and wider. Something about this made me very aroused as I started lose conscious, I climaxed with a smile greater than hers.
Current Mood: Low
Current Music: Rammstein - Bück Dich

18th May 2006

7:36pm: As summer draws ever closer I often wonder what I will do with myself

I often think I worry too much about the future

There is something stuck between my enter key and the rest of the keyboard that often causes my enter key to get suck

I guess that is my nature, I bitch about stuff and when someone tells me to do something about it I just sit and complain

Monday night I decided to stop smoking for short period of time. I bought a 1/2 pound of chocolate and thoughtfully walked back home. I went back to my stereotypical teen-age room and plopped down on my bed. I carefully removed a small package from its hiding place. I unwrapped the cloth exposing a bag of grass just short of an ounce. I dutifully removed the Americanized candy bar from its packaging and started consuming both vices. The chocolate was rich and easily over powered the hay like flavor and texture of the devil's grass. I was full and lazy, thinking all was well. I woke the next morning lying in bed to the sound of my screaming electronic cock. Immediately I noticed things were a bit off nothing I could put my finger on, slowly came to the conclusion that I was too fucked up. I had trouble walking, talking, and completing simple tasks. After my analysis of my present state, I decided to sleep. I slept for two days and often dreamed about meeting people I didn’t know.
Current Mood: odd
Current Music: Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence

14th May 2006

1:13pm: today has been good I woke up, smoked some ace, and played tetris all in bed

damn tetris is a fun game

Tetris is a computer game involving a sequence of falling tetromino pieces which the user must first revolve into a desired position and subsequently pack into an increasingly dense rectangular array.

As gameplay progresses, filled horizontal rows on the gameboard are cleared, allowing pieces above that row to drop by the height of one square. Gameplay stops when the next piece can no longer successfully enter the congested playing field.

Typically Tetris players lose due to a series of poor judgement calls or because the speed of the game increases at higher levels -- but mathematicians around the world will insist that even a supercomputer masturbating itself with a game of extraordinarily slow solitaire Tetris will eventually lose due to the odd number of columns, the S-and Z-shaped pieces forcing empty squares in the grid, and the probability of long-term inequality in the stack sizes. The incremental escalation of the puzzle-piece gameplay is also a good metaphor for the dozens of quarreling software entities who tried to seize control of the Tetris empire when it first emerged, and a not-so-bad way to frame the double murder-suicide eventually carried out by the man responsible for introducing the game to the free world.

Tetris was developed in the Soviet Union, circa 1985-6, by Alexey Pajitnov, Dima Pavlovsky, and Vadim Gerasimov. Pajitnov and Pavlovsky were computer engineers at the Computer Center of the Russian Academy of Sciences, while Gerasimov was a sixteen year old high school student who enjoyed writing directory encryption programs for MS DOS. Originally a spinoff of the ancient Roman puzzle Pentamino, the boys called their game Genetic Engineering and the play was vastly different: pieces were moved about the screen with cursor keys instead of being driven by gravity -- but Alexey came to insist the pieces fall from above, "into a glass, or bucket". As they developed the game, they had trouble finishing even the simplest of prototypes. The testing process was so addictive it seemed like they never had time to polish the code. They were indeed enthusiastic about developing a series of cheap and tawdry warez, but selling the fruits of their labors would prove difficult -- if not impossible -- due to strict commerce, distribution, and industry regulations imposed on all citizens of the Soviet Union.

At the time, private businesses in the Soviet Union were illegal. The concept of intellectual property had not yet evolved, and individuals were prohibited from making privatized business arrangements involving abstract collateral like "computer software". Furthermore, the computer center at the Russian Academy of Sciences owned everything they made, since the code was written on the Computer Center's equipment and the Academy's time. Junior programmer Gerasimov -- working on Tetris purely for entertainment-- could never be formally hired by a Soviet government organization because at the time, he was underage.

Alexey's efforts to market Tetris himself altogether failed until he discussed the matter with Vladimir Pokhilko, a clinical psychologist and longtime friend. Vladimir had been experimenting with using puzzles as psychological tests, and he immediately saw that Tetris would have mass appeal. It had to be sold, it was the greatest thing Russia had unleashed since chess.

"The main part is visual insight," Alexey lectured at a conference. "You make your visual decision and it happens almost immediately. Insight means emotion: small, but many of them, every two, three seconds. The second mechanism is unfinished action. Tetris has many unfinished actions which force you to continue and make it very addictive. The third is automatization: in a couple of hours, the activity becomes automatic, a habit, a motivation to repeat."

The two men began working together: they gave copies away to friends and leaked the game outside the country in a secretive end-run around Soviet politics. Tetris became the full-on focus of Alexey's time, and the game slowly evolved from a 4-color 320x200 text grid into the two-player graphical version we know today, complete with sound and music based on classical Russian folk songs ripped from the public domain. Alexey's decision to abandon all other gaming projects except Tetris was an upsetting blow to fellow programmer Dmitry, and it was here that the initial team of young programmers officially dissolved.

A few months after Tetris started sneaking around the world, Robert Stein, CEO of the British software company Andromeda was vacationing in Budapest. He first laid eyes on the Apple II and Commodore-64 versions of Tetris -- but like an elite, bloodthirsty software pirate, he started selling versions to companies around the world (including Mirrorsoft U.K. and Spectrum Holobyte in the United States) without first securing legal rights to the game by going through the proper channels. Specifically, he failed to consult with the Russian ministry for import and export of software and hardware. By November, Stein's activities had been discovered by the Russian programmers, who now had big, angry choices to make. Do they keep quiet? Will they need a lawyer? Should they get the government involved?

Before anyone could make a move, Stein further upped the ante: he wired a contract for the rights to Tetris directly to the Academy itself, then flew to Moscow to sign the contract. Fortunately or unfortunately, the meeting did not go well: the Academy really had no idea who he was or what he was talking about. Da stacken der blockenfalls? Officials met the eager clicking of his ballpoint pen with caution and obstinance. Meanwhile, the IBM PC version of Tetris released by Spectrum Holobyte and Mirrorsoft were causing a sensation. "Obscenely addictive," raved the reviews. The graphics were filled with Russian themes -- battle tanks, Red Square, space missions -- and Tetris was hailed as the first video game from behind the Iron Curtain.

In less than a few months, Spectrum Holobyte contacted Alexey directly, expressing an interest in securing the genuine rights to a Tetris license. What resulted was catastrophic international situation pushing the programmers, a global software industry and everybody's lawyers toward a brand new entity: ELORG (Elektronorgtechnica), the Russian ministry for the import and export of software. It would now be up to the whims of one man, Alexander Alexinko of the Soviet government to determine where Tetris would be sold, and to whom the rights could be delineated. Alexinko had been briefed by a CBC Evening News interview with Pajitnov -- the real creator of Tetris -- and was able to rule that Stein had been selling rights to a product he never owned.

By 1989, over a dozen software companies were knee-deep in Tetrisgate. Mirrorsoft and Spectrum Holobyte had already sub-licensed their rights to the game, effectively enabling Bullet-Proof Software (sub-licensed by Spectrum Holobyte) and Atari Games (sub-licensed by Mirrorsoft) to begin fighting over rights to Tetris in Japan, even as Nintendo of America planned to make Tetris packs. Tengen, Blue Planet Software, and Sony entered the ring as well -- effectively leaving the original Tetris programmers in the cold.

In an interview with the San Francisco Examiner, Pajitnov acknowledged that he had acquiesced to Soviet demands to sign over the rights to Tetris because he feared reprisals. "I would have been in prison for sure had I gone directly to Nintendo," Pajitnov said. "I would have had to be a dissident and possibly be cheated for everything anyway. So it wasn't worth it." During the 10 years the Soviet government brokered deals with Nintendo, Atari and other video-game makers, Pajitnov lost an estimated $40 million in royalties.

In 1996, the ELORG restrictions in the Soviet Union expired, and Tetris rights reverted to Pajitnov, who had since immigrated to the United States with psychologist friend Pokhilko. Together they launched AnimaTek International Inc., a software company specializing in computer-generated terrains and characters for the gaming industry. Almost immediately, the company began experiencing difficulties brought on by economic upheaval in Russia, where 70 of AnimaTek's 82 employees were stationed, and he was forced to mortgage his home for $386,000. Flustered, Pokhilko went on tour last to drum up support in hopes of landing $10 million in capital for an e-commerce firm.

When that didn't work, on the night of September 22, 1998, Pokhilko struck his wife Elena in the head over a dozen times with a hammer, and stabbed her repeatedly. Then he stabbed his twelve year old son Peter with a long hunting knife nearly thirty times as he lay sleeping. Finally, Pokhilko stabbed himself in the throat. All three bodies were discovered by a family friend, who immediately called the police. Responding officers found Pokhilko face down, the knife still in his hand. Nearby, police located a terse suicide note, which read:

I'VE BEEN EATEN ALIVE.

VLADIMIR.

JUST REMEMBER THAT I AM EXIST

THE DAVIL.

The Palo Alto police department, with assistance from the FBI, had no trouble fitting the pieces together. "There are different interpretations of what the note means," announced Sergeant Scott Wong. "But any interpretation of the person writing the note is that they were under some stress."

Tetris is the largest selling and most recognized global brand in the history of interactive gaming software. It can be found on more than 60 platforms -- including cell phones, ATM machines in eastern countries, and handheld personal digital assistants. In 2004, it was estimated that over eighty million Tetris units had been sold.

tetris is too damn fun!
Current Music: Slayer - Raining Blood

4th May 2006

2:41pm: Beautiful Killer Nurse Wang Jeu
The Video:
http://www.consumptionjunction.com/content/detail.asp?ID=54748&type=1&page=1

A cute little haiku I wrote about this

Beautiful women
Don tools of pleasure and pain
Twelve inch stilettos
Current Mood: Chillin'
Current Music: Bonecrusher feat. Chamillionaire - Get Up On It

2nd May 2006

7:30pm: Twink Code NSFW
Some people out here aren't satisfied with BearCode or SmurfCode. It doesn't speak to us. We're twinks, and damn proud of it. While bears live for hair and smurfs for humor, a twink lives for style. As such, style factors are the major way of recognizing a twink. Unlike bears and smurfs, a twink's style can't be rated by degree--to be a twink, one must have a good sense of style. The ideal twink knows what he can't wear, and how to wear what he can. The clothes make the twink. Clothing is not exclusively the determining factor in a twink, though. The twink's crowning glory is his hair. Long or short, straight or wavy, it must be perfect. Hell is a lifetime of bad hair.

The main Twink identifier is a 4 part code comprised of:
T - Type of twink
C - Color of Hair
L - Length of Hair
and whether it's (s)traight, (w)avy, or (c)urly

T - Type of twink



1 - BeachTwink: The beach twink is often a sun-bleached blonde, well tanned, and well defined. Sub-genres of beach twink are the VBall Twink and SurferTwink.

2 - NuevoWest Twink: The old west was never quite like this. Colorful, sharp, and not nearly weathered enough, if cowboys were fashion slaves, they'd look like this.

3 - Rap Twink: Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch have nothing on this twink. Urban fashion is raised to an art form by this delicious one.

4 - The All-American Twink: Remember that quarterback you could never have in high school? This *is* him. Athletic, active, it's amazing how his hair stays in place.

5 - EuroTwink: Think of Armani suits. Think of Italian convertibles. The finest European designers would love to have him on the runway.

6 - The Twink Next Door: The boy next door never looked this good (well, mine never did). A suburban sensibility becomes a showcase for a gorgeous young guy.

7 - RadicalTwink: This twink marches to the beat of a different drummer. He may be wearing full renaissance garb (Felix, where are you?). He may be more subtle than that. But there's definitely something strange there...

8 - GymTwink: The GymTwink may attempt any of the above styles (and pull them off successfully) but it's always that drop-dead-gorgeous bod that's overshadowing everything else. Even in sack cloth (we're talking *really* radical 7 here) he'd look incredible. GymTwinks should include what style they're attempting in their code (i.e. T8(5))

9 - AppalachianTwink: Jethro Bodine (of "Beverly Hilbillies" fame) was no Twink, but his style translates well. Overalls, with or without shoes and shirt (I like w/o shirt myself) are often characteristic.

10 - GrungeTwink: "Kurt Cobain, is that you?" The ratty jeans are from Perry Ellis, the shirt is from Versace. It's amazing how stylish anti-style can be.

Twinks come in all hair colors, natural and unnatural.

C - Color of Hair

0 - black (raven)
1 - dark brown
2 - brown
3 - light brown
4 - auburn
5 - dark red
6 - bright red
7 - strawberry blonde
8 - Blonde. Most of the hair on his body is blonde.
9 - Totally Blonde. Every strand of hair on his body (by definition must be natural).
X - Other (purple, blue, etc...)
If hair color is assisted, it should list the original color in parentheses (i.e. CX(7)).

Hair length is important too. Some of us like long hair, some of us like short hair, some of us like any hair at all as long as it looks good.

L - Length of Hair

0 - Shaved/bald
1 - verrrrry short, buzzed
2 - short enough for a banker, suitable for business
3 - medium length, barely over collar
4 - shoulder length
5 - part-way down the back
6 - *really* long, like down to his butt

The last modifier is waviness of hair, and is designated by letter.
(s)traight
(w)avy
(c)urly
If curlyness is assisted, it should list the original state in parentheses - i.e. c(s).

Having covered the major points of description, it's time to get down to the sordid details. How sordid? You be the judge...

h - the 'hairlessness' factor (opposite of NBCS "f") refers to body hair.

h++ SMOOTH body - virtually no hair
h+ little hair
h some hair
(none) average body hair
h- above average body hair
h-- veritable furball (almost a bear)

(h) can be further refined to cover specific body areas:
hc - chest
hb - butt
hl - legs
hs - shins (part of leg below knee)
These can be used specifically, or to identify an area which differs from the rest of the body. Therefore, if you're smooth, except for your legs, you could list h++(hl-). If your hairlesness is a result of shaving or depilatories, you should list the original state in parentheses, i.e. h(--)++.

d - Dizzy factor. How much of an airhead is he?

d++ Head in the clouds (or at least somebody's shorts)
d+ present mentally only on special occasions
d not totally dizzy, but noticeably so
(none) sometimes dizzy, about average
d- rarely dizzy
d-- never dizzy, even shows common sense sometimes

a - attitude

a++ attitude from hell; has enough for 20
a+ above average
a has attitude and knows how to use it
(none) attitude at times
a- mostly unpretentious
a-- no attitude, what you see is what you get.

w - the WHINE factor

w++ Will scream "I'm BOOOORRRRRRED" while you're still home and just getting dressed
w+ Will state "I'm boooorrrrrred" immediately upon arrival at destination
w Will whine, even when not needed
(none) Lets his displeasure be known when appropriate
w- Usually silent, but a peep may be heard every now and then
w-- Strong, silent type

c - color of crust (tan)

c++ dark brown
c+ a nice golden brown
c the twink has a tan
(none) doesn't get out much
c- fair skin
c-- looks like a ghost

y - youthful appearance

y++ looks like teen spirit
y+ still gets carded most every time he buys liquor
y twentysomething
(none) looks like he has been out of college for a while
y- looks like somebody's dad
y-- looks like somebody's grandfather

e - endowment (for the size queens amongst us)


e++ 8"+
e+ 6.5" - 8"
e 5.5" - 6.5"
(none) neutral
e- do you really want to let people know?
e-- you may not have much but you have guts

g - gonads (balls)

g++ huge and bursting with cream
g+ large and cream filled
g above average
(none) has two
g- do you really want to let people know?
g-- you may not have much but you have guts

f - flavor of cream

f++ very sweet, almost sickly, could be interchanged with filling of actual Hostess Twinkie (tm)
f+ sweet
f pleasant
(none) unremarkable
f- slightly bitter
f-- Campari is sweeter

t - twink hawk

t++ searches out twinks when ever possible.
t+ really likes twinkies
t would like to meet a twinkie
(none) not a twink hawk
t- doesn't care for twinkies
t-- is offended by them (why are you even here?)
t++, t+, and t people should list the style types they're attracted to - i.e. t++(4,5,6,7)

k - "the KINKY factor"... for those who dare.

k++ Will try anything once, usually twice...
k+ pretty adventurous, but moderated
k will consider trying new things
(none) kinky neutral
k- has definite ABSOLUTE dislikes
k-- totally vanilla

s - "SEX (ok, SLUT) factor

s++ strictly polygamous, prefers very open relationships ONLY.
s+ will form relationships which are generally open-ended
s neutral wrt to relationships/monogamy.
(none) relationship neutral
s- relationship oriented. Prefers a formal sort of relationship over playing around, however the scope of the word relationship is not defined here.
s-- strictly monogamous/relationship oriented. No outside affairs, or in some cases, sex ONLY in relationships

m - the Muscle factor, divided into definition and mass

m1 - muscle definition.

m1++ chiseled from marble
m1+ chiseled from oak
m1 chiseled from basswood (but still chiseled)
(none) neutral
m1- chiseled from marshmallow
m1-- chiseled from marshmallow creme

m2 - muscle mass

m2++ serious meat on them bones
m2+ more muscular than the average joe
m2 small muscles, but they're definitely there
(none) neutral
m2- well, if you *really* look hard...
m2-- wishful thinking will only get you so far

q - "the Q factor" (defined)

q++ more effeminate than Donna Reed, Florence Henderson, and RuPaul combined
q+ swishes so much they sway
q is a queen
(none) invisible
q- "straight-acting"
q-- probably should BE straight
10:30am: Man my head hurts I think I wonder if there is any negative health affects from sitting at my computer all day I mean besides obesity, chronic masturbation, curvature of the spine, destruction of valuable social skillz, eye-strain, and the loss of all moral values?

damn I need to sleep i keep staying up for 3 like days straight then take a 1h 37m nap then wake up to more sleep doproved idiocy.

I find it better to deal with people through technology rather than real human contact.
Current Mood: confused

1st May 2006

11:21pm: You Guys Seem Kinda Tense


Current Mood: Nice
Current Music: Gunther - Ding Dong Song
10:50am: This Vaguely Reminds Me Of My Fraternity Initiation
So you like buying worthless shit? Buy this!:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdAIt4MgnHc&search=oozinator

Still thinking it won't replace your stardard MO when cover young children with sticky "ooze" look at these convincing testomonials:

shooting a big load, April 30, 2006
Reviewer: Ben Dover "Ben" (USA)
this is the best gun super soaker has ever come out with! not only does it look space age, but it comes with bio-ooze. if you ever run out, you can just fill it up with more! all the kids in the neighborhood will come, and play with you!

My friends just LOVE my farkin' ooze., April 30, 2006
Reviewer: R. Templin (Netcong, NJ)
When my single, 47 year old uncle got this for my little brother, I thought this oozinater was gonna blow. But this is a really fun toy! My brother and I have SOO much fun oozing each other while my uncle tapes us. I shot my friends with my ooze and now they're hooked. My friends and I just hang around all day oozing on each other. Get this toy! ITS A FARKIN BLAST.

Fun to squirt, April 30, 2006
Reviewer: M. Rodman
I really love my Oozinator. I love the way it feels in my hands, the weight of it. I love the feeling of madly pumping away as the pressure builds, and the ecstacy that follows as I slowly push the trigger back and release stream after stream of pearly goo. My body trembles and my lips quiver just thinking about it. Thank you, Super Soaker. Thank you.

Pump out that ooze!, April 30, 2006
Reviewer: Jeffrey To (NYC, NY)
One of the best innovations in group fun since the sleepover. I tested this toy out with some of my best girlfriends, and they all enjoyed being splattered with ooze. The only downside is your hand gets a might tired after pumping your gun during long durations, so be sure to have a friend to help you pump it out.

Once I had pretended the gun was stuck, and had my friend pump it while the nozzle was pointed at her face. She gave it a cock and was disdained to find her face covered in ooze! Some got in her mouth and she choked on it, she swallowed some but said it tasted kinda salty. I wouldn't recomment swallowing it, but it's non-toxic, so it won't kill you to try.

Fun with all the boys, April 30, 2006
Reviewer: Father O'Mally (Boston)
This toy is wonderful! I love spraying all the neighborhood boys with my bio-ooze. This toy shoots for quite a distance and the tank holds quite a sticky load. We laugh and play then afterwards we go in the back and get the boys all cleaned up.

I personally like to reenact historic firing-squad executions with some very nice young men from a local theater troupe. These guys are not exactly the best actors but they are definitely enthusiastic!
Current Mood: naughty
Current Music: Depeche Mode - Stripped
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