eine dunkle Gestalt

If you relate things to shape and form are you deconstructing aesthetics to understand your surroundings? Are you saying there is a universal truth? Disregarding the facts of Platonic realism and saying that universals exists on a broad level apart from our corporeal bodies. That the universal truths and lies are bound by an abstract sense juxtapose our reality and teething close to our assumptions? Then what is faith in the former in the faith of the divine? Is not the divine "truth" or a path a way to actually know the universality that surrounds you and not to just abide by it's omnipotence but act accordingly within these universals? I always have a problem when it comes to this. The loop around or the contradiction because you can keep pulling reasons from both sides. Eventually it wont be an arguementative stand off and you just have all these facts pouring out from each side. It's like a mexican standoff that ends in a mexican standoff.

Aussie do not marry Suleiman!!!
Do me a favor and buy me a ticket to Austrailia.
I'll make it worth your while.


p.s. please don't be a psycho lady when i go there and keep me in the basement like that chick from misery.

Soldier down.

why life rocks:
1. that chick below is sexy, and so are illegitimate children, i would like to obfusicate some.( i think thats a word?)

2. its open mic night at the alaskan, and they have high life again. which means i will probably be gettin hammertimed on a ginkhole budget.

3. i have three jobs, and am broke.

4. FDAU does occur at the alaskan.

5. im sorta on vacation?

6. gink has internet access again, just in time for my windows to go down. so i may be without image capabilities again. or i never got em back?somethin.

Farm boy

Has anyone seen Mark Farmer lately? If you have any knowledge of his where-abouts please don't contact me.

The reason you have two kids already.

Want some candy ethiop?

In the immortal words of Shao Kahn..."Ahh..too easy."

Too bad VR Troopers would kick his ass faster than Forman could grill a burger.

V to V

Is this a dyke?

Deez other nutz

Tom Brady gonna make a bastard child with Gisele. That's what he gets for messing around with animals in Africa.

Tom it's a good case of "Hit it...and forget it!"
I bastardized Ron Popeils: "Set it and forget it!"
I'm back online now much of the assers so prepare for Ginkfist Global. I think I'm going to buy the Dallas Mavricks and sell them to Sammy Sosa for a cool mint so we can merge with Myspace.

Deez nutz

The greatist trick Satan ever pulled was convincing man that Ginkfist didn't exist.

Do not harbor pain on your sleeves but in the soles of your shoes because Dr. Scholls has something for that. Who thought of thinking? Was it the thought of thinking that thought of it? It's too bad thinking wasn't blamed for the apple incident way back when. Boy did we sure burn the bridge to that one. I keep thinking that there is a designated apple you look at everyday and wonder if you should eat it. It might not necessarily bestow you with the divine knowledge but it will at least tell you if you are eating of the earthen fruits or the earthen shits. It could either be a milk dud or two you never know.

El Ginko is going to try and pursue the Aussie. Especially if he ever gets the chance to bang the shit out of it in a bathroom stall while wearing a raggedy Led Zeppelin shirt that he got from a traveling wise man employed by the Salvation Army. I would bet that she is a screamer. And someone screaming El Ginko would be the highlight of my flaccid days masturbating to J Crew catalogues.(I'm finding that Crayolas give me a mean hard on nowadays.) It would be eerie if she was that silent type that just breathes heavily into your ear and when you are done she whispers about how she thought about killing you as you were impaling her with a Bronsonville sausage. Some people are twinky like that. I would bet all the nickels that I have though, that she is a sexual tyrannosaur with the stamina of a wildebeest and an ass that crushes chopsticks into little stilts that Lego toys could use. But if my bet returns to be one of the losing kind I would like to have a detailed description of what it's like to go down under on an Aussie by the end of tomorrow. Like I told you. J Crew just doesn't cut it for me anymore.

775 and still tickin, eat that methusala.

Almost to 1000 posts in 14 months. and we've had 20000 people read this horrible beershit. I like the gink have cut back on the boozin, but just cause shit has been shitty and i dont need to add to it with drunken alaskan winters blackin out punchin smokeynoteef's in the mug for mean muggin a couzin of a tlingit. and pussy is a paradox. im antirelationship, but propussy. which means i have to be uberleet drinkin to accomplish this. which sucks cause im cuttin back. either way, theres always those crazy aussies. we'd tear em up and explain how were actually 8 years old and autistic and how we know whats up. speakin of, Juneau is a small town in which i exist, and there was a 4 year old autistic child who was walkin around tellin people he was me. no lie. he was goin around sayin "I'm El Ginko, the smartest man in the world" cept he used my real nom de plume. i shit a solar system when he said to me at the grocery store. its like a phil collins song or something. I'm also gunna be without photoshop abilities for a weebit. we're shackin up a friend on rough times. we're like a hostel or something. except theres no free coffee.

No Coachella this year but Reggae on the river!

Reggae on the river in California in August anyone want to go?

And since I am not going to go to Coachella to kill myself again this year I am going to go watch Air in ghetto Tacoma and MC Chris at Chop Suey in Seattle. Anyone want to go and fuck like rabbits in Pioneer square?

what does it mean? I think pineapple came before the egg before the chicken before the macrocosm.

To deliver a motive to yourself is to become the harbinger of all the news you decide to hear from one ear and out the other. You can choose to shoot the messenger without hurting anyone else. I keep relying on an answer I got from reading "Fear and Trembling" where Kierkegaard quotes Hegel by saying,"that man is the moral form of evil." I don't know if that is exactly how he worded it but the gist is starting to make a lot of sense. Since the book or so what I've read so far talks about this massive paradox and it tends to become an enlightening contradiction with every paragraph that I read. I started thinking about the whole side of pessimism most of us clings onto because they are so afraid of living life thinking that everything is going to be alright. The truth of the fact is is that everything is going to suck at one time or another it's just better to be happy at the precise moment right before it happens so you have something of a betterment to look forward. That's why I'm going to quite drinking whiskey. After standing on top of a Holiday Inn and a whole night of other lunatic antics I've come to an epiphany about my friend Mr. Daniels. He is a hard ass motherfucker that lets you forget everything that you shouldn't because you tend to think that what you are thinking isn't worth remembering. Usually those thoughts are some sort of weight. I'm not saying I'm depressed because I'm not. I would rather say to myself and maybe to others that I am dealing with the fact that I actually put shit in front of a fan and let it splatter all over my face. It's like opening the refrigerator and leaving the box of cereal in there and wondering why you did that. It's because you weren't really thinking about it at the time. And that to me is a very broad metaphor for what has been going on. I haven't had the ability to gink out and photoshop so I think I'm going through a heavy withdrawal.

All the butchers are waiting for the cows to back up into their knives so they can play the beef dance round and round and Rocky can get a chance to break some ribs Sub-Zero style.

All the rain drops are really hits of acid and it makes you see reality as you would normally see it. That's why all the people in the desert are crazy because there is no sun and normal after a torrential downpour.

All the kittens in the world wont quench the hunger I feel for pogs and trogs.

I met someone once that told me everything I wanted to hear. I wish I had the chance for her to tell me those things again to see if I understood her language.

She is not with me now but with another who I think is probably more fluent in the same language.

This is why we pine over ourselves. Because Shakespeare was a homo. Because lucidity is a fraction of the portion you will receive from divinity.

now its time.

its time for a mime Projectionist of john the baptist getting eaten by a wain whale

The great Iz

Damn

Shit sucks. i gotta save my dog.
cross your fingers n toes.

Drini.

1. Do you still occasionally read this?
2. Why don't you link to here in your wiki profile?
3. we get 500 bot's a day. we have to be the most notable blog appreciated by robots. add us to the wikipedia dag gummit.

1. Do you think french spacing looks better than standard spacing ?

Im anti number 4 i guess. this is french spacing. sometimes it could look like this ? i don't know how many spaces would follow a question mark.


Que¿ pasa hombre!

Proof of Robots and sometimes people.

I think you can here someone peeing in space. Especially if that someone is peeing on Stephan Hawking. it would prolly sound like the stars. I think stephan hawking is an evolved human who actually devolutionized from an alien scrotum. I bet you cant yell STEPHAN SCROT HAWKING FLOATS five times out loud in church.













And what the fuck is up with britney? shaved head, with a wu-tang tattoo on her dome. that bitch is losin it. bad

enough she lost Justin timberlake to Homosexuality.
Then she lost K-fed to the white rapper show. and now she's tryin to lose custody of her kids to horrible decisions while under the influence of crystal methamphetaluminicondominium codone.





whores always be doin dhat.

Not inside the dome but outside there is a piece of bazooka joe. It taints your levis.

I had a crazy dream where I could go to a facility and change the past according to my liking but it would effect anyone else because it had a soul recognition that separated everyone into different dimensions and realities so everyone to you would appear conscious and be conscious and would act upon their own accord. With that I tried to change the past 12 different times and the dream looped itself. Eventually I got back to the reality I was originally from and everything had Reese Witherspoon heads on it. I mean everything from a fly to a mailbox. The dream made no sense.

I train to fight Tong Po.

The next person to ask you a question tell them you would rather be eating out of Andy Reids head.

Carl Sagan's evil clone who bums cigarettes at Sbarro.

The Legendary Pink Dots

Linkfist

"Iron Mike" likes blow and hookers just as much as the next guy

In space no one can hear you pee?

More coke for Payton Manning

The smackdown in Sactown

The new episode of Heroes has He-man in it

A collection of nuglies

Billy Zane has been inside this...you are inferior.

Crackheadedness

Elephants make great puzzles

Drini typed in on google images

If this isn't retarded I don't know what else is...clowns hopping into a lampshade isn't that cool either. Maybe I'm just flacid.

Last night I ran into a girl at a local bar and told her I would buy her a drink for her birthday. She told me that would be unnecessary and said that a hug would suffice. I then approached her with open arms and she told me to back off for a second and imagine that she was everyone I ever hated and she was going to imagine that I was everyone she ever hated. This was the most awkward hug I've ever been apart of.

If there are two things that I know they are as follows: Adriana Lima is a man with a camel toe so fierce that it makes Muslims wish they could trade all their virgins in for lollipops and that if you ever get caught with your pants down always blame the Macarena.

I heard something on the radio a couple of days ago. They are going to make a on screen adaptation of Milli Vanilli's rise to fame. Ain't this some retardation? It's about as retarded as the word conflagration or the word epoch. I really don't like that word. I really don't like anything that has to deal with molasses either. Anyway I think this movie could be Oscar worthy if it had Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton in black face dancing around like a couple of AQUA NET monkeys doing back flips girl you know it's, girl you know it's, girl you know its true. I expect Sylvester Stallone to make an appearance as Judge Dredd and Mel Brooks to bring the Schwartz.

Amputee football!!!

Unofficial Rush Limbaugh page!!!

This beard is where lice originated from.
looks like this dude Alfred Nakamura. He's a pedo. Or at least I was told. I actually have a picture of an Alaskan Pedophile.

Here he is in all his glory. I think he molested a triscuit or something along those lines. Not kosher in the state of Alaska.

I don't have Internet anymore so I can't photoshop anything bad ass. Soon though I will be moving into a hood house all by my lonesome in the city where I will do nothing but post 100 times in one day. I dedicate 24 hours to eating mass quantities of Doritos and wearing an adult diaper like that astronaut lady to ginkfist and all its glory. Especially since we have over 10000 cheese dicks looking at the site everyday they need some of that good ol' fashion gink lovin'. I can't even post nudie pics on this computer. I can try but hopefully my friends girlfriend doesn't walk in and catch me fapping to a Gatorade bottle with a picture of Christina Aguilera taped to the bottle. She's not even that hot. But at least she isn't a dude.......Adriana Lima.

You know who likes eating Coney Island cock?

Of course it's this guy!
This is the Shit eating grinner of the day!!!
He drinks Miller and beats neighbors kids like its nobodies biznass.

If the whole world was an apple and you were the worm would you eat your way out until you could reach space? And once you reached space and figured out that you could eat space would you eat space and shit out stars and planets or would you defecate little doo-doo asteroids that caused such impact craters as democracy in insect colonies? I would bet in this hypothetical situation you would underestimate your ability and transgress nothing but the idea that you need to use cosmic toilet paper after you get done consuming M83 and a few other NGC's. What I just said reminds me of a joke someone once told me. It goes like this,"How many Filipino's does it take to screw in a light bulb? Who the fuck cares." Much to my chagrin that joke makes me laugh every single time.
I have a lot of time nowadays to make antique furniture with toothpicks I made out of a California Redwood. Sometimes I mold them into chandeliers that look like fingers picking out dwarven outfits for 4 year olds that have to act in Lord of the Rings plays for their preschool. That's how I talk when I'm sober. When I'm drunk I make more sense like Galileo's principle theory of relativity says that all uniform motion is relative. Who would want to hear that kind of shit when you are taking copious amounts of heroin and sniffing Krazy glue and drinking a beer bong out of an elephants trunk that you got stuffed for your Aunt Gertrude and told her that Crispin Glover donated it to a cystic fibrosis foundation and you thought that was such a humanitarian gesture you had to have it. Eating china's supply of raccoons will prevent a third world war and 12 hockey games played by the NHL in Lithuania in the year 2012.

Frankie Redux. what the kung fuck you?

some leftovers i had for dinner.i dont know if that 1st one has been up or not. im on 2 pots of coffee and a bottle of ambien.

i figured it out.

dear reader/federal prisoners,



Think about it. Emo's are currently 12-25 years old. Rock n Roll burnouts are at least 5-15 years older. When Emo's were butthurt virgins. Rock n Roll burnouts took their first loves away. So Emo's took Rock n Roll Burnouts first love away as well. which happened to be mainstream music that gets chicks. which sucks. cause now everytime i get drunk, all chicks want me to do is wear tight pants and cry. and no chicks are sluts anymore. last time i found a slut, it was just an emo. started cryin, and didnt like all the cigarette smoke in "moms good living room" fuck moms. there was no good livin in that room. just a bunch of me drunk watchin an emo cry because that dude from fall out boy took a picture of his weiner. and it was small. we need smokey no teef's to come back and start beatin their wives again. if i saw a dude with a chew in his lip, a bottle in his hand, and a beef stain on his undershirt, beatin his wife as if he was a 16 year old fappin. then id be impressed. then id be in public again. beatin peoples wives. fuckin throwin cans of soup at little kids on their way to school and shit. might even deuce on a sidewalk. that might be it too. if smokey no teef deuced a sidewalk, everyone would spontaneous deucewalk. and the deucewalk would be the new moonwalk. and instead of pedo-creepin. the new king of deuce smokey no teef would just bang sluts. thats way better than michael jackson.


i gotta go. either my cat puked, or my dog died. either way i got dinner.


i now have a strange hankering to go fuckin throw cans of soup at people. like in the backs of the calves and shit. somethin.

fuck hepcat johnny. picture me deucin.

-elginko.


P.S. I dont know if Gink is dead or not again. i imagine he's daywalkin seattle rollin smokies like sausages. if so, he should be jammin with the dude who makes balloons in pikes in 5 hours.


btw whores: why in tarnation are we gettin so many damn hits now? i know no one reads this shit anymo but we get over 200 people a day now?wtf. if your real, leave me a comment, or send me some beer

Flack Funeral

i think lct is officially dead. or was still born? and that shit about the aqua teen terrorist thing is a joke. you're wearing your panties way too tight. Capitalism is all about fake lightbright bombs in boston.

this computer does not contain any photoshop

I had these really great idea to put Micheal Vick's face on the cover of High Times since he got busted for having a bong on the airplane. Hey I get his reasoning. If he ain't going to the Super Bowl let alone the playoffs why not try and get high on an airplane so you can act like Samuel Jackson and keep yelling in peoples faces about snakes because your so high you can tell the difference between a stewardess and an anaconda. Alabama black snake honey. I tried Popeye's chicken today. And I immediately thought of the Maynard's astral chicken post I did a while back. Speaking of Maynard I might go see Tool again. But I don't know if I should save up for Coachella or Led Zeppelin. They are reuniting this summer. I guess they are going to have the corpse of John Bohnam on stage sitting next to a drum machine while Robert Plant sings about his babies in every verse of every song. Actually it might be the baby tour Zoso style. Tickets are probably more expensive than the Super Bowl itself. I'd rather spend my money on a donkey show for my birthday. I was thinking about going back Juneau for it so I can relive those redolent smells of seaweed. Seaweed is good for lubrication I heard and you can also smoke it and get really sick because it doesn't do anything. I also heard that it doubles as piano wire.
That reminds me. I once saw a diagram of a cat piano where you use a hammer that has a spike on it so every time you press a key it spikes a cats tail. I guess the guy even arranged the cats voices into octaves so it could actually be played. Here is a picture of it I found. I always found it morbidly humorous. I would like to arpeggiate it or circuit bend it like Richard D. James. I'd hook a car battery up to their brains so every time they thought about eating albacore they would have seizures and the grandest random harmony would reverberate through the Sistine Chapel.

There is something I have noticed recently. I ride the bus a lot as transportation or the cab. The cab is a whole nodduh story brother I'll have to get back to my Taxi Cab confessions later. But there is always someone with down syndrome on the bus. I have nothing wrong with people who have ailments except Chinese child prodigies. They make my hair stand up and small termites latch on to them and burrow into my skin and make small colonies where other little colonies already staked claim and then the white ones push the brown ones onto a small piece of land and make a casino so the brown ones can feel like they have a warm welcome into the economic cycle that is white termite manifest destiny. I think downies are Metro Police in disguise. Because they always harass you like its their business to know where you are going. And you know behind their eyes that they are capable of acting a little normal. I've had a couple of bad downie experiences in my time where they thought they should get special treatment and in some cases they should and in some cases they shouldn't.





I found the Turkish Wizard of Oz




I also found this badass powder lookin' muthah rockin' out to the keytar. When we said grampa can't jam we meant it cause this guy shreds the keytar. Plus I think he frequents bath houses.

Drini who is Jimbo Wales? To me this is what Jimbo Wales should look like.


Gramps might not be able to jam but he sure can down a fifth of rye whiskey and make advances to aunt Etheline while she just got down working on an oil rig off the coasts of Micronesia. She gets lonely sometimes. So does he.

For some reason the other day I mistook these two girls I was hanging out with for lesbians. I felt bad because by the end of the night I found out they both had boyfriends. Has that ever happened to you? I don't know but I'm kind of thinking that everyone chick that I meet is a dyke on a trike. It might be because no one shaves their armpits in Bellingham.
I was LIKE just LIKE thinking of this LIKE the other LIKE y'know LIKE the other day. It was LIKE a total LIKE epiphany in LIKE some weird LIKE cosmic sort of LIKE way.
And finally I don't even know what this means. I cant comprehend it. It's almost as if I was one of the Natives of North America that couldn't see the the massive sails of Christopher Columbus right in front of me because it was a foreign object that the state of mind couldn't perceive the person to ever see.
I guess I'll see you guys when I see you. I hope El Ginko is keeping the fam adhering to Ginkfist. I know his posts aren't as badass as mine but you'll have to leech onto his Vienna Sausage for life support. Remember when he was going to move? And tell Miles to quit blatting before bed, it's not healthy for a cat his age.

R.I.P Homey

This is Georges dad. We called him the Whitesnake. He passed away a little while ago but I figure we should still pay tribute to one of the coolest fathers around. RIP Whitesnake.

i took a break cause i was constipated.

wait.

I didn't know anyone read ginkfist. i thought it was like a journal. like private. the reason i havent wrote in my journal the last few days is because i've been studying the mega tit yeti. I'm thinking its related to the Gross boob face, and yokozuna somehow. but one can never be certain. I thought gink had died. turns out he didn't, and that paint chips are edible, they just soopasize yo shit, yo. that yeti that the megatit is holding looks kinda like a cross between alf and a real life mr hanky. and by mr hanky, i mean a shit you took after xmas ham. jew's,muslims, and dwarfs need not apply. I finally have access to PhotoShop CS. so now maybe i'll get up outta this mspaint sweatshop, and up into the big leagues.You are gay. at least the good lot of you are. some of you are probably sluts too. thats okay as well. i bet that austrailia would be a slut around us and some champagne. and by champagne i mean high life. champagnes cool, it doesnt get chicks drunk enough though, or at least drunk enough to do me. i end up with Monarch Vodka chicks. and thats only after theyve puked on the bar and removed their shirt to wipe it clean. at least it aint gay. I bet if we invited Ginkhole back, he could take one for the team and do a dude and end up on drinipedia for it. Perez hiltons on drinipedia. thats bullshit. we're popular too damnit. cept our crowd isn't the get drunk and end up in the tabloids crowd. our crowd is the get too drunk to go home so theyre on your couch sleeping while i grab their boob crowd. I might live on a boat this summer, and just cut anchor one night with a shit ton of cup o noodles. the inventor of it lived to be 96-ish, you can never tell with old chinese people. theyre all named methusula. i need to get a brian peppers jolly roger though.

who farted? i bet mile's did. fuck.


oh, and thanks for the comments you wahoo's. good to know we're not the only ones still gettin good coke round these parts.

tenaciously the armpit of destiny

armpits are the most ugly part of anyones body. Even a butthole doesn't look as bad as an armpit. Brittany Spears' left nipple on steroids eating McDonald's French fries out of a milkshake looks better than the dynamite armpit. Twats are ugly but armpits make them look like little cuddly teddy bears that you can give your friends small children when they are sleeping soundly and not having to think about armpits. You show me your armpit I swear I'll stab it and fuck the orifice. Don't even try it buddy.

Holla at a Balla

The song is called Fuck my Dick. Kind of catchy don't you think?