The Occupied Chair

A Wordless Poem
By Jonesy and Leo

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I want to be as popular as Nicky~

im slacking, used to have much more than that

here's a [+] to help you get back up there :D

It's like Israel and Palestine over here. What am I supposed to do? I don't think suicide bombing him would do much good. Best I can do is stay vigilant, making sure he never gets on my chair to begin with. I also found, I can spin the chair around until he gets dizzy (this one is funny too, 'cause then he walks around wobbly for a bit).

I could be a tyrant, forcing him off with superior power. Coax him maybe, with some food? He is fat.

I'll keep working on it, along with other Mysteries of the Universe.

Cookie Monster, Ice Cream monster, Jell-O Monster. Chocolate Rain

I don't want to make the silly fat constellation cat in any way unhappy.

Of course, the solution is to acquire a second chair. There must be somewhere out there, Israel and Palestine, where there is a second chair. I'd wager you can find one around 10 billion light-years away... rather, exactly 10 billion light-years. If you start now, you can get there.

You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.

Abraham Lincoln, (attributed)
16th president of US (1809 - 1865)

Good luck.

I'm making a new self-help book. It's titled, "Sharks Will Not Eat You". On the cover, there's a picture of a desert; in the foreground, a street-sign reading, "Beware of Sharks". Inside, all the pages are blank. It's a self-help book. You have to fill it in yourself.

Chocolate Rain: The Original

Site Summary is nice 'cause there's nothing too specific and no one posts here. Like a thread for random bullshit. Some stay dry and others feel the pain.

Was Mr. Show correct? Do people prefer mediocrity because brilliance makes them feel inferior?

I wonder how much I can add to Site Summary before the week is through.

..

There's a new Onion out. Pretty damn fucking funny. I noticed there was a video response. I don't normally look at video responses, but for some reason... I decided to check it out. It's completely fucked.

When is esreality going to update its software? I swear, there are parts of this site which haven't been updated since I got here. Like embedded videos and auto-resizing of profile pictures.

you could also just leave




and never come back.

To my many Valentine's: I can't live without you. I can live without water, oxygen and Earth food for energy (haha!), but I cannot live without you. I fucking love you.

Oh fuck. I'm 27 now, and i've never had a Valentine. My first love, when I was 15, she tried to make something happen on Valentine's day. I completely did not know it was Valentine's day until like 10 years later (no exaggeration). I don't know what's wrong, or right, about me, but it tends to be that way.

Let me go further into detail, 'cause this shit is Shakespearean. She was my first real love. After that day, she never spoke to me again. I was depressed for a while, wondering what I did. Ten years later, I realized, it was Valentines day. Ever since, i've laughed my ass off.

I still don't know what Valentines day is, or what you're supposed to do then. To me, Feb. 14 is almost Mardi Gras time. I'm boutsta eat King Cakes and get fucking fucked up for a god-damned fucking month straight. I guess to the rest of the world, there's something else going on though. After 12 years, I still don't understand, and she still won't talk to me.

I'm just fucking around. It's not that simple. She was a chickenshit, I was an idiot. Then, apparently, she got married. I went back to New Orleans and got fucked the fuck up. I'm talking, lots of Mozart, Chopin, Beethoven and Tchaikovsky, mixed with crazy parades on Orleans (street I pretty much grew up on, where Endymion used to start).

These days, New Orleans is screwed, 'cause of the hurricane. The three good parts, the one's with history and culture, are still left though. Viva la France, and en la Spain. My birthday is on Bastille day. Nothing like a good piece of French bread.