By Nous

			August 23, 2004


I USED TO GO TO JAMES' HOUSE FOR FUN

Ah, that strange individual - the one we call James. What a most
unusual fellow.  With that depressed posture, and eyes so filled
with sadness and betrayal, voice deep, yet, awkward. James: that
stranger at the grocery store who seems to always recognize you.
What can one say about James?
He eats babies.

FRED ASS-STARE AND GINJERK ROGERS ... lol ...

Big fan. Really. Bigger fan of Ginger because she's better. And
why is it that I'm such a fan of their movies? Why am I such a
fan of any of the movies I like? What a weird question ...
Why do I watch Meet Me In St. Louis so often? Why is it that I'm
so enraptured by Three O'Clock High? Or The Rats of Nimh?
Some of the movies I like aren't even that great. But I'll watch
them more than once. More than twice. More than thrice. What is
this sick fascination of mine's purpose?
The purpose is as follows:
	
	When in the curse of hunan events, it bee cums necessary
for won peephole to I'm just kidding.

There is no purpose. I was just wondering why I like dumb movies
like Racing With the Moon starring Sean Penn and Nicholas Cage.
Or is it Nicolas Cage?
Actually, it's something really Italian. Oh well, who cares.
Racists. That's who.
Stop talking now.
ssssss.

IT IS BETTER TO GIVE THAN TO RECEIVE

Which is why I shot my load into that bitch's mouth. I wanted to
give her something to remember me by. And she wanted to give me
something to remember her by. To make a long long long story a
little bit longer, one time I was at the store. And this bitch
was like, "Yo, let me get up in that monkey." And I said, "Why,
how dare you speak to me like that!" And she said, "Come on, girl,
I know you wants it." To which I replied, "Well, I never!"
To make a long enough story longer, we ended up going to her
little apartment, which sucked and smelled like burnt something.
To make a long story go on for a little while longer, I sat on
her couch, which smelled like smoke, and said, "Excuse me, Madame,
would you mind easing the tension in my groin?" She replied,
"Good sir, I would be much obliged if you would let me." Leaning
back, I pictured Reese Witherspoon saying, "Give it to me, Mr.
M. Fuck me. Fuck me, Mr. M." It was pretty hilarious and I shot
my load deep into her throat. She said it was the warmest jizz
she'd had in a long time.
And indeed it was.
Also, that girl I was talking about?
It was your mom.

MISSING A BIRTHDAY ... MISSING A LIFETIME ... ?

No, I didn't go to my brother's birthday thing.
I don't know exactly why. I can't explain what it is that came
over me. All I know is that at PRECISELY in the late afternoon,
I felt a terrible ache. I don't know where. It was just every-
where, I guess. I told Jason to pick me up, since he said he
might be able to. When I hung up the phone, I sobbed into my
hands. I felt as if a pain deep within me had been released
and there was no stopping it. It went on for fifteen minutes.

DRUNKZ R GUAY

Johnny Dever can tell you that. Not John Denver, you fucking
idiot. I said DEVER. Learn how to fucking read. Anyway.
A Drunk (it's a nationality, from somewhere in Spain, I think)
at Chris' house got in Johnny's face, accusing him of talking
shit, which Johnny would never do because he is like Jesus, only
nicer, I think.
Johnny, of course, denied it and tried to make peace, but that
Drunk would have none of it.
I'm pretty sure it's somewhere in Spain. If not, probably from
Germany.
So the Drunk is trying to fight, but Johnny won't.
How can you pick on Johnny? He just looks nice.
But Drunks, they don't care. They'll pick on anybody. Which is
why Drunkz R Guay, if they're mean. Johnny Dever could tell you
that, but like I said, he wouldn't say anything bad about anybody.
His lips are sealed.
John Denver, on the other hand, has written a new song about
it entitled, "Drunkz, Go Back From Where You Came (Texas)."
Yeah, that's it. Texas.

THE GAYEST SHIT IN THE WORLD

Religion.

FLEA MARKET wif ALL DAY

I bought a Mighty Max VHS. It's just three episodes from the
show lumped together, as a sort of three-part saga. I watched
it and it was pretty neat. Want to borrow it?
I also bought a butterfly knife from this Asian guy who is
always silent and a dusty copy of the Velveteen Rabbit. Both
went to my brother for his birthday, which I did not attend
(see 'Missing A Birthday' for details - Reminiscent Ralph).
That was a fun-filled day.

GOING BACK (TO SCHOOL) SONG

I basically wrote this to get back in the groove of writing
rantstfu. So omgoodbye forofl nowtf. And ... thanks for caring.

The End00d

MOOFIES R 4 REELZ

I haven't worked at all on the dialogue in my movie since I
finished the screenplay. And I've started three other movies
since then and it's all backwards. The dialogue is easy, but
I have no direction.
I started working on a James movie. That is, a movie that James
wanted to make. My plan was to hijack his idea and make it
completely different, and through this, much better than it
would be if James made it. Haven't gotten far :(
I also want to start writing sequels to famous movies and
totally fuck them up. One of these days, I'll be known as
Ed Wood Part Deux.

CONTACT INFO

If you want to be in Nous' movie or would like to finance it,
drop Nous a line at his email address. If you don't know his
email address but would like to know it, call Nous at home.
If you do not have Nous' phone number, stop by his house. He
will then let you know that thrutheglass@hotmail.com is his
email address and you can email him concerning his phone
number so you can call him about wanting to be in or wanting
to finance his movie.
His internet does not work, so Nous will not be able to email
you right away. If you would like an immediate response, email
Nous about his phone number.
Nous is a college student and may not be home if you call.
If you would like a more immediate response, inquire about
Instant Nousage. From whom? Who can be sure?

LOL THE FUCKING END WHILE FUCKING MOTHER GOOSE