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Thursday, September 9th, 2004
2:42 am - Molestodon Lurks!

marxzilla
He’s got a vile plan
Molestodon pulls up side
Don’t go in his van

He creeps, crouches low
Molestodon waits to go
For pleasures below

Devious mammal
Molestodon hand out stretched
Whoa, watch out camel!

You unsuspecting
Hairy hand between your legs
Molestodon strikes!

(COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE!)

2:07 am

marxzilla
Roughs for the Christmas 'zine

Hank's Version


This is Trucker Steve.
On Christmas eve, most people are home with their families, but Trucker Steve is working.
Trucker Steve has a load of presents he needs to deliver to the orphans.
Trucker Steve has been driving for many many hours. But when he gets tired, he just thinks of the orphans.
There's little Timmy. (Picture of him saying "All I want for Christmas is my
medicine").
And there's little Bobby. ("I sleep on a bundle of cockroaches").
And there's little Teeny. ("I don't need legs. Honest!")
And little Blind Billy ("I can kind of see, sometimes.")
And when he thinks of them, Trucker Steve realizes that this is what Christmas
is all about.
And Steve drove on through the night. He arrived at the orphanage very late, but
all the orphans waited up for him.
"Hurray!" they said. "Trucker Steve is here!"
"That's right", said Trucker Steve. "And I've brought your presents.
A toy plane for little Blind Billy.
A wheel chair for little Teeny.
A mattress for little Bobby.
And medicine for little Timmy.
"Wow", said Little Timmy. "You saved Christmas. Are you magical, Trucker Steve?"
Trucker Steve laughed. "You know, I think I just might be."
"Look", said little Timmy. "The full moon is coming out. It's as if God is
shining his light on us and wishing us a Merry Christmas."
Then the moonlight transformed Trucker Steve into a werewolf, and he killed all
of the orphans, except for little Timmy, who lay trapped beneath the mangled
bodies of his friends, just out of reach of his medicine




Zax Version

This is Trucker Steve.

On Christmas eve, most people are home with their families, but Trucker Steve is working. Trucker Steve has no family because his ex wife left him for his best friend.

Trucker Steve has a load of presents he needs to deliver to the orphans.

Trucker Steve has been driving for many many hours. He started to feel sad. Trucker Steve feels sad a lot.

Trucker Steve thought about the orphans to keep him going.


And there's little Bobby. ("I sleep on a bundle of cockroaches"). But this made Trucker Steve more sad, because it made him think of his little brother that ran away from home and never came back.

And there's little Teeny. ("I don't need legs. Honest!") But this made Trucker Steve even more sad because it made him think of the teenage prostitute he fucked in Vietnam[or Saigon].

And little Blind Billy ("I can kind of see, sometimes.") But that made him think of what the fetus that his ex wife aborted just before[or after] they divorced would’ve looked like.

All this made Trucker Steve very sad indeed.

But there was one more orphan Trucker Steve thought about Little Timmy. (Picture of him saying "All I want for Christmas is my medicine"). Timmy is the sweetest and most caring of all the orphans. This made Trucker Steve feel just a little better.

But then Trucker Steve thought a little bit more. He remembered that Little Timmy takes the same kind of medicine that he took in Vietnam. He remembers that when he felt sad, the medicine made him feel happy.

Trucker Steve thought a little bit harder. Maybe if he took a little bit of Timmy’s medicine it would make him feel happy.

“No. I gotta do it for those kids. They need it so bad.” He said out loud.

Little Timmy stayed up late looking out the window. The Nun had put the other children to bed, but Timmy stayed up waiting and hoping.

Timmy thought he heard a noise outside. It got a little bit louder. He closed his eyes just for a second to make sure it was real. It was. It was Trucker Steve! Christmas was saved!

Trucker Steve is here! He shouted. He woke up all the other kids and they went outside into the snow.

But something didn’t look right. Trucker Steve was not slowing down and he wasn’t driving in a straight line.

Trucker Steve drove right past the orphans and plowed right into the Orphange! The orphans ran over to the truck.

Oh no! the wheel chair was bent, the mattress was torn, the plane was broken! The other orphans began to cry. Timmy didn’t. He ran over to Trucker Steve’s cab.

“You’re here” he said. They didn’t think you would make it, but I knew you would. It doesn’t matter that you crashed the truck, you still saved Christmas.”

Trucker Steve could hear little Timmy but he couldn’t move. He mustered all his strength and he closed his eye and opened his hand that held Timmy’s empty bottle of medicine.

Timmy saw the bottle and clutched Trucker Steve’s hand and said over and over “you made it, you saved Christmas. You made it you saved Christmas.”

(COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE!)

Wednesday, September 8th, 2004
9:03 pm - roommates

hankyouverymuch
I couldn't really do much with the velociraptor roommate idea, so if anyone else wants it, feel free. But I drew up a comic of the date-with-clowns idea, and i think it came out pretty good. I think my next project is going to be a robot in middle school. All I really know is that the robot needs to fall in love and go skipping through a field and picking flowers. Any other ideas would be appreciated.

(COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE!)

8:53 pm - molestadon

hankyouverymuch
No Molestadon!
That is inappropriate
and prehistoric.

Prehistoric hand.
So very hairy. It wants
the wrong kind of love

Molestadon's pain
is strong. He was not loved by
Molestadaddy.

Soon you may recieve
a molestadonation.
from Molestadon

current mood: predatory

(COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE!)

1:17 am - molestodon haiku

blurstoftimes
molestodon's here
to leave your drink out of sight
would mean shame, trauma


molestodon wants
to grope; however, it is
easy to evade

oh, molestodon.
though the women reject you,
you date rape slowly.

(COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE!)

Tuesday, August 31st, 2004
1:29 am - clowns

marxzilla
Hiro, HK and I did some scheming tonight, and these have to be done, a film where it's a date, but at the girl's house are two clowns, one laughing hysterically and one crying hysterically and they follow the couple through their date, at the resteraunt and all three of them try to get in the door at once. we also thought up comic ideas, a comic called roommate. Henry's comic version of this is a neat guy, a sloppy guy, a gay guy and a velocoraptor all living in a house together. Mine dates way back to the free period in high school and it involves a gay couple, duncan and i, and a giant man-puma with a spear cock living in a beach house. This is not nearly as funny written down. The premise is about taking a normal situation and putting something totally weird in it but pretending like it's normal. so i suppose at this point we need sitcom plots/roommate stories.

(COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE!)

1:29 am - clowns

marxzilla
Hiro, HK and I did some scheming tonight, and these have to be done, a film where it's a date, but at the girl's house are two clowns, one laughing hysterically and one crying hysterically and they follow the couple through their date, at the restaurant and all three of them try to get in the door at once. we also thought up comic ideas, a comic called roommate. Henry's comic version of this is a neat guy, a sloppy guy, a gay guy and a velocoraptor all living in a house together. Mine dates way back to the free period in high school and it involves a gay couple, duncan and i, and a giant man-puma with a spear cock living in a beach house. This is not nearly as funny written down. The premise is about taking a normal situation and putting something totally weird in it but pretending like it's normal. so i suppose at this point we need sitcom plots/roommate stories.

(COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE!)

Monday, August 30th, 2004
2:38 am - Let the Revolution Begin

blurstoftimes
A collective poem I wrote:


C is for Collective, which is the only important thing.
O is for Octagonal, the shape of stop signs. Our collective will never stop.
L is for Livejournal, the only tool our revolution requires other than paper, pencils, and copy machines.
L is for Love. One love.
E is for Elm Trees. Our collective sees the beauty in nature and all living things.
C is for Cerberus, Satan's three-headed dog.
T is for Telescope. One must gaze into thyself before one enters a collective.
I is for Information, deadliest of all weapons that are not actual weapons.
V is for "Very", which is what we respond when people ask us "Are you guys awesome?"
E is for Edutainment, which is important.

(COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE! COLLECTIVE!)


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