24 hour Shopper's Drug Marts;underage boys; purifying the Aryan race; ebay; giving people SARS; wake n' bake; schadenfreude; rubbernecking; military inspired/vintage fashions; makeup (yes it's true);mass/serial/spree murderers; spying on my neighbours;wordsmithery
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Heroes
my period. oh, and Happy, the "don't do stuff that might irritate your inner ear" badger.
watch out, or i just might make fun of you behind your back.
zesty mordant's Companies
Tim Horton's Richmond Hill, ON CA coffee wench they fired me. fired me good.
March 2007--April 2007
Kantar Operations Toronto, Ontario CA Field Supervisor you too can be like me. you start from the bottom and you work your way up, all the way to Kantar Operations.
April 2007--April 2009
Miratel Solutions Thornhill, ON CA Inbound/Outbound Operator what i said about Kantar, only this time apply it to Miratel Solutions
April 2009--present
zesty mordant downloading new Tear Garden, because i'm much too cool to actually pay for things. Posted at 8:59 PM Dec 28, 2009 view more
"it's not a war against drugs; it's a war against personal freedom" --Bill Hicks -- "forget number 6, you are now serving nonsense." --Hank Rutherford Hill -- "maybe we'll be alive and well forever." cEvin kEy -- "...and let us put patterns of glue on the outside of the paper plate bean shakers and put sprinkles on them so they look all nice and sparkly." --Moses on South Park -- "that dog told me to kill people. i swear it--i swear it on Lucifer!" David Berkowitz aka 'Son of Sam' -- "no, because then you're just going to listen to it." --Denes, when asked if he would buy me the new Madonna CD. -- "entering your room...sometimes i felt like i was coming upon a scene from the Exorcist." --my mother on my teen years
"but i don't want to go among mad people," alice remarked. "oh, you can't help that," said the cat. "we're all mad here. i'm mad. you're mad." "how do you know i'm mad?" said alice. "you must be," said the cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
the, uh, purpose of this site to be perfectly honest, when i signed up for a freewebs account one early summer morn, i wasn't sure what was going to become of my it. besides a fondness for the occasional squirrel fight and senseless massacre, what else did i possibly have to share with the world? not only that, but i thought it unlikely i would even stick with such a prospect. however, shortly after the conception of lizs crack shack, i found myself managing a small, yet loyal following, which was -- i SUPPOSE--my primary objective. for hours i uploaded and plugged away at the shitty little site, and with a fervor i hadn't experienced since my (salad) days of yore. but the question stood: what exactly was it that resulted from the various writings i had plucked, polished, posted? the admittedly amateurish manipulations of crime scene photos? the satire? the tomfoolery? the derision? the blatant self-righteousness? the inadequate observation? ..the sentence fragments followed by question marks? me, i'm not sure--and unfortunately i'm left wondering, because i have very little to remember it by. with the manifestation of this modest fanbase came the inclusion of more challenging content. naturally, to appease the dogged demands of my adherents, i had to stagger over a line of decency here and there. thus, the subject matter shifted--indeed, i shifted--from a bumbling bystander, to a malevolent, low-budget terrorist--or so they claimed. i would be outright lying if i said i didn't see a change, but i certainly never assumed any serious measure to counter my adorable little e-persona. simply put, i was reveling in awesome power. so, after nearly 15 months of online exposure, freewebs pulled the plug on liz's crack shack, citing "graphic violence" as their reason--or so it goes. as a direct result of all this trauma, i found myself stewing a great deal. boy, did i EVER. i spent hours submerged in rumination, scanning and re-scanning the few files i had backed up. hell, i even cried a bit. then--like a brick to the face-- it hit me. what it was i wanted to do, what it was that i did. that means that this time, i have a message too, bitches. as an elite, hopelessly misanthropic whine child human being, i find i am regularly sickened by other human beings, more specifically the heedless actions of less intellectually advantaged human beings. i'll be the first to say this isn't anything wildly original, that a lot of people share the same sentiment--and those are exactly the type of people in which i would initiate conversation. i'm also sensitive to the fact that my dissonant kvetching may greatly discomfit some of you. it really shouldn't, unless of course you *points* YOU are bedevilled to the charmless life of cretinism. and if that's the case, i really don't think you would have understood that sentence. so, in summation, i'm looking to eliminate this worldwide epedimic, stupidity. hopefully the outrageously vapid people of the world--ie. the ilk i routinely target on this site--will get the message and think twice about reproducing. a lofty goal, perhaps, but then again, i'm an oddly ambitious individual.
Who I'd like to meet: i'd like to m e e t: puppy people ★ junkies ★ folks that get king of the hill ★ my old school chums who i haven't seen or spoken to in at least six years ★ bus drivers who drive defensively ★ boys named kevin ★ people who don't buy into the abstract consortiums of their own derivitive lifestyles, or whatever ★ i think i gotta like, change up this picture or something. i actually met Ogre in the early morning of December 3rd, 2008-- a day he won't remember and i shall treasure for the rest of my life like a loser. but i guess...i wouldn't mind meeting him again. with a working camera. and actually implementing my "fall on Ogre's penis" scheme, unlike that fake last time. *grumbles*
PLEASE!
if you want to be my
friend...
and even if you don't...
DO NOT set the musics/videos on your profile to 'autostart'! believe me, i understand the need to supplement the appearance of your otherwise dull profile with such ancillaries, but to have them on autostart is a veritable infraction of conscience and grace. contrary to your belief, i do not wish to lend an ear to your contemporary guitar-tinged lite pop folk rock...and even if i did, i want to have the choice of listening to or watching it, as opposed to being subjected to it against my will. 90% of the time i spend on my 'puter is spent listening to MY OWN music, music that i can pretty much guarantee i would rather be listening to. i mean, nothing pisses me off more than to browse someone's page only to have my ears assaulted by some brutal indignity...not to mention, if i have several pages open, i have to scramble around to find the source of said audio onslaught.
so please...say 'no' to autostart. if not for me, do it for the millions of starving Bosnians. i'm sure they wouldn't appreciate the media on your profile being on autostart, either.
and i know this won't work, but it couldn't hurt to try...
for all you myspace bands out there....
FUCK OFF.
i get it. starving artist and all that hoopla. i get it, okay? still, why must you bombard me with meaningless friend requests when it's obvious you haven't even read my profile, because if you did you would clearly see it has little indication of me ever listening to your unique shitblend? why, MySpace bands--WHY? if i like you, i will find you. how do you like that? the listener finding the band. i know, craziness.
'kay, i think i'm done.
UNTIL NOW... EDIT: 10292008 take THIS, MySpace bands! i was totally unaware that you could adjust your privacy settings to filter band requests....that is, UNTIL NOW. sooo, you're a musician/filmmaker/comedian and you want me to 'check yo' shit'? TOO fuckin' BAD! i win--therefore you lose. score one for me! game over. failure. shut up yo' face. i. am. ...victorian!
IX.-xiii. .:. happily ever after. th/bb (pictured: j. adler)
to all those suffering under a relationship they no longer wish to be in; the little girl giant (aka the great god pan) understands your need to be free.
here is a mirror. all you have to do is look at yourself.
Also known as The Scarlet Woman, The Great Mother, or the Mother of Abominations—is a goddess found in the mystical system of Thelema, which was established in 1904 with English author and occultist Aleister Crowley's writing of The Book of the Law. In her most abstract form, she represents the female sexual impulse and the liberated woman; although she can also be identified with Mother Earth, in her most fertile sense. At the same time, Crowley believed that Babalon had an earthly aspect in the form of a spiritual office, which could be filled by actual women—usually as a counterpart to his own identification as "To Mega Therion" (The Great Beast)—whose duty was then to help manifest the energies of the current Aeon of Horus.
Her consort is Chaos, the "Father of Life" and the male form of the Creative Principle. Babalon is often described as being girt with a sword and riding the Beast. She is often referred to as a sacred whore, and her primary symbol is the Chalice or Graal.
As Crowley wrote in his The Book of Thoth, “She rides astride the Beast; in her left hand she holds the reins, representing the passion which unites them. In her right she holds aloft the cup, the Holy Grail aflame with love and death. In this cup are mingled the elements of the sacrament of the Aeon”.
Aha, my practical job is actually to recruit and hire people (and it's actually paid the bills and somehow allowed me to explore my own art, though I'd KILL for more time right now to dance, seriously) I actually have a blog and apparently I write quite well (it's over on blogspot) and half of the narrative I'm performing IS textual (it's a piece of physical theatre - a critic who saw an earlier version in a workshop said it was 'Henry Miller on a bed' which I loved to hear, trust me) Perhaps you're not absolutely compelled to write at the moment due to other circumstances?
I am indeed, and as the year is ending, I find myself in the first few days of being as strong as I ever was (or at least the beginnings) Sure, it takes a lot longer to do the same kind of dance/exercises for example, and I get a little more winded easily, but it won't last - by the time the spring arrives everything will be in it's right place, eh? I mean, I have an amazing solo show to start performing (of my own creation) and I'm looking around for a studio in Toronto, and the explorations are both creative and intense. So cancer, however ridiculous it can make a man for awhile, doesn't last (Today, for example, will be another intensely physical day, and I love that)
I swear, the idea of a shot that actually PUTS the flu in you is quite a ridiculous idea to me. My immunity was just down due to a third bout of skin cancer (which I've recovered from) Today in fact, was the first medieval, torturous, four hour day of dance/physical training I've had in two months (and it was glorious!) Being a pagan, I celebrated the winter solstice, so I figure, the darkness is ending (bring on the light, eh?)
Aha well I'm glad I satisfied your requirements (and I'm actually real!) I've had an evening of recovering from the flu and working up healthy dancing sweats again. How about yourself, darling?
It's not in any monistat kit! It's a separate product..it's not in any way meant for your hoo ha. hehehe.. It's Chafing Relief Powder Gel and will be in the feminine hygiene area. I believe they are discontinuing it though. :-( BUT, I have been using something I love even more and it's around the same price as the Monistat! It's the Equate (Walmart brand generic) version of the Olay Regenerist Serum called simply, Equate Regenerating serum. It has the dimethicone which is what makes the Monistat work so dern well, but it also has Amino Peptides, vitamins, minerals..other awesome shit for your skin! It's cleared up my adult acne and has quickly become my latest favorite primer for full face, neck and eyes! No stinging! It minimizes fine lines and wrinkles as well as evens out the skin tone pretty much all on its own. Try it out if you can't find the Monistat Chafing Relief Powder Gel! I'm so glad you like my videos! I am hoping to come out with more very soon! STay tuned, gorgeous!
its all good, life is a total thing, kinda at the come to terms stage, with plenty of rage on the side as per-usual.
anyhoo,
i been writing my ass off as of late, some serious stuff, and then some comedic stuff, my bro was a brilliant writer so his influence has been guiding me a bit.
just calling myself out on all my bullshit which is a first, most of the time i am lazy as hell, on drugs, or jerking it lol.
so hopefully i can keep this trend of staying active and shit, but all and all if i end up on the couch with a bigger beer gut and a fatter ass, fuck it, i earned that gut.
Reason divorced from reality. Death. Failure. Disaster yet not entirely without hope. Disruption. Idle chatter. Clever, eloquent and insolent person, impertinent yet with mirth. Spiritually, may herald the end of delusion.
