The Log of Roberk Knoweluv

Learning things from Teh Life, Teh You, Teh me, and Teh Path

2005-11-20T08:52:00.000-04:00

Ergh. Erghexthatix. Thats all I have to say in the vein.
Life you ask? Well it's still going I suppose. I've been hidden away in the under relm rebuilding the Roberkian persona. Branching out. Taking pages from other people's books to create a new spin on the already existing self.

Teh Life is the basis for Teh Me, the you and Teh Path. Teh Life is a new term everyone should use when thinking about their life. As it stands, i'm living my Teh Life with alot of Teh You, which I'll explain later, and Teh Me, which will also have its moment.

Teh path is the first and foremost aspect that should be considered when you talk about your own Teh Life. As it stands, my Teh Path has brought me wealth and happiness, but also the same amount of anger and sorrow. So that would make Teh Me a "Rhakzalianite". The Clargaxian word for "middlegrounded".

If one were to have a great deal of anger and sorrow in one's life then one's Teh Me would be a "Forgaxlianite". The Clargaxian word for "hyperdescern".

If one were to have a great deal of wealth and happiness in one's life then one's Teh Me would be a "Sarghackslianite". The Clargaxian word for "gladself".

The Teh Path is also influenced by Teh You. You as the people influence my days. Especially the human race which I am, so Teh human You seems to relate to my Teh Me. When someone interacts with my Teh Me with their Teh You then the resulting combination affects Teh Path and changes Teh me, Teh You, Teh Me's You, Teh You's Me and the respective Teh Paths of both individuals involved.

Pretty much thats my new basis for life. Now if I could jsut get Teh Truth for once, I'd be Teh Happy. Come on Teh Truth, just give me my moment. Let the light shine through. Loomk at pictures of great things and people now!

This comic has a greater meaning. It's actually the prelude to a new comic series I'm working on called "Cosmic Underpants and Princess Girl (who is also wearing unda pants)". It might be a risky project at the rights aren't completly mine, but that didn't stop me from creating Spiderhero...

Oooook There Bud...

I know it's a little late in November for this, but Halloween was a good time this year. Here's a picture I took from the outside of this rad party I was at.

This is a battle I had to referee for. Corey Hart versus Goh Phyuck Yu!. There was no clear victor, and they are still in court to find out who won. 35 bucks were at stake. I don't mean money.

Normally an update after this much time would bring more hilarity and poeticry, but its Teh Time to Teh Sleep! I miss Los Angeles.

Midnight Submissions And The T

2005-07-17T02:07:00.000-03:00

well, it looks like i'm Roberk, and since you aren't I have to give you what you want. Crap to look at when you're bored. So I got to thinking. What does the Roberkian public want to see? And I realized it was:

more Hulk Hogan,

more Carl Winslow,

not to be confused with Cal Winslow,

or Al Winslow,

And Especially Mr. T.

Fast Fact'd!: Hulk Hogan actually TEAMED UP with Mr. T (or the T man as I called him when we were buddies in teh 'Nam) to kill Roddy Piper and Paul Orndorff.

So I've been going night time exckursitions to the rabid underbelly that is Hogofogo, Mogo Schogo, and I realized I can get alot of thoughts put to paper. Basically what I want to introduce too you is the concept of other Dimensions. They do exist, and you'll find out why.

To put it in perspective, think about our dimension. Our knowledge base and the evolution goes back to the dawn of time. Ever since the moment a random bunch or particles collided to begin to create a universe. Actually, for the time restrictions I'm going to have to get you to focus more on our galaxy. As humans you do it anyway, but saying that is like saying zorgaxians do flagerchistle flopiananiously. HAHA I crack myself up.

So you have a baby galaxy that grows over time creating many dimensions. I hope you're still with me cause it gets more complicated...

=-Continuing Dream-=
=-The First Age-=

Our story begins on Orath. The dimensional equal to earth. There are slight differences however. Like our big bang that created the galaxy as we know it, it had a bang of it's own.

As you can see here, we have a ripe, young galaxy in some universe, connected to the solarverse. Much like your earth is.

Much like the random configurations of particles that collide to create universi, and lifeverses, this caused the infamous little bang. There was a bizarre side effect to the little bang.

Though the evolutionary rate was very slow on Earth, Orath as a dimensional counterpart grew rapidly, and the galaxy was filled with life in a small period of time. As races flourished and wars were fought on orath,small plants and bacteria simply began to appear on Earth.

During the first age of the Guilty Flag galaxy, there was a big problem with space bandits and space pirates that had bases in the outer rim of planets. Your pluto was the home of the Superpire. Vornot the Ender was the lord of the galaxy, and only one hero was strong enough to fight his will.

=-Nornot The Defender-=

Notnot battled across all of the planets for the galactic policia, also known as the Defenders, nearly defeating intergalactic terrorism for the Defenders and would bring peace to the galaxy. This was foiled, however, and as you see here Nornot was seduced to the dark end of the Galaxy.

After this, all heck broke to the loose, and eventually the darkness spread to Orath.

That pretty much sums up the First Age in the Continuing Dream Saga. The second age is also pretty epic, as is the rest of the story. So stay tuned for more of that. Since I, Roberk, can see and know all I'll probably tell some of the side stories of Nornot's epic saga so stay tuned for that too.

=-Ant Attack-=
I just fought an Ant
It appeared on my pant
with my pen I deflected
picked it up and recolected
is what it did while it thought
came back and tried to start
but I put the pen down
and it turned the other round now

When the Hell did this happen???

Thats some golden for ya. I'm gonna go collaberate with Jimmy Hendrix and Jim Morrison on some new rock idea that Barry White wants to do. Personally I think it can work, but it has to be done right. I'm Roberk, have a good one.

Evil is Evil by any other name... And Pictures!

2005-07-08T00:26:00.000-03:00

It's been a mere few days, and look what I'm here doing again. Updating my blog. So my incredibly huge fanbase of muggers and superheros can listen to me rant about whatever i feel like ranting about. So lets take a path down memory lane...

DUG UP FROM THE DEPTHS -- By. R. Knoweluv

=-Dragon Smeared!!!!!-=

Pretty much had dragons and far east on the brain...

=-Plague Dogs=-

This is the original work, done by your's truly, but they passed on it. I never found out to this day why...

-=Montreal 'd!=-

Pretty much this is Montreal in the winter. And foggy. Its pretty cool looking.

-=Yea Dad=-

My dad's spiderman collection...Well one of them...With a few other hilarities in there. Pretty rock and roll if ya ask me...

So there's that. There's this really shady looking drive way down the street. Then I looked up and realized there were alot of trees around.

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!! ROBERK RULES!

Hey Man! Look at me Rockin' Out!

2005-07-04T21:58:00.000-03:00

okokokokokokokok.
Whats up world. As you can see I added my www.myspace.com/spiderhero account. If you can't see, it's right by my counter. Um, I have some random hilarity to add since I havnt posted anything original in a while... Well since the spiderhero fiasco I like to call a comic. I have a weird poem, some pictures and I'd just like to say hello to the americans on this fourth of july.

I have one question for you; Why don't presidents fight the war? Why do they always send the poor?

Well, I mainly jsut wanted to throw that out there since im addicted to mezmerize, and I thought I hated SOAD, but it turns out they fuggin rock if it's loud.

OK, heres a picture I like to call "the newest heroic duo":

And now a random writing from one of the books:

Porter Corterican
Pour a Quarter Reekin Gin
Pour a Quart a Reekin Gin
Record a Quarter Reekin Gin
Preorder order leakin Gin
Record a Quarter leakin Gin
Border order peakin dinner
reorder more deorder eagle sin
Quarter Porter Seekin Quid

That was hard to write... I'm gonna puke for a min, brb....

OK, that was awesome. Well I guess that's it for this post. Don't worry, to the small fanbase I still have left, check back soon as I'll be updating more often. I'm Roberk, That's all.

Holy Shiite, It's Been Awhile

2005-06-28T16:28:00.000-03:00

Wow... It's like I dropped off the face of the earth for almost 3 monthes or something. I bet this update will go un-noticed until I like tell people about it or something... Well I need a game plan, and this is the prelude to great things. In the coming monthes there will be updates. Glorious updates with spiderhero comics, poems, and events. Lets see what I've failed to tell my public about up until now.

My 20th B-day - pretty un-eventful... went to the keg and blew 200 bucks... then went to the seahorse a few nights later.. w00t...

4/20/05 - Huhuh 4:20 on the calender was cool. I got all high and stuff... But that isnt really a change. I don't remember what I did,

Dropped out of school - Yea I know it isn't really something to brag about, but general arts and science sucks. I got through high school, but this course was all like "hey man why dont you do more high school". So I realized that, and that was that.

Got a Job - I'm a cook at pizza hut, and it will remain this way until I decide wtf im gonna do with my life...

Final Fantasy 11 - I got my level 57. This is a landmark for me as it's the highest level ever achieved by spiderhero, my main name for mmos, in a mmorpg. congrats you level 57 red mage.

Wow, I like did alot in the last few monthes... I hope to do more in the next few. Stuff is cool.

This will pretty much be me pretty soon, but with brown hair. notice the pimp hat... I can die a happy person knowing I got the RDM pimp hat.

Spiderhero Rocks Your Face

2005-04-01T01:37:00.000-04:00

Well it's been awhile since I actually posted something worth looking at. I have here the very first Spiderhero comic I ever drew re-done in the amazing and highly technical software known as "Paint". So without further adoo, or however that's spelled, here it is:

I hope that was enjoyable. There's more to come, and yes, there are actual story lines and hilarity. I was looking through the old black book of tricks and found the rules to a newfie game we played with some newf once. Youse know who youse is der bye. Less yer wants yer hed throwd a boulder at it.

Fuck Up Rules - Played with cards; drinking game.
2 - 5: Drink.
6 : Person to the left drinks.
7 : Person to the right drinks.
8 : Sociable - Everyone drinks.
9 : Rule - Someone makes up a rule that continues on for the rest of the game.
10 : Drink Until - Pick someone and tell them to drink until you tell them to stop.
Jack : Piss card - like a get out of jail free card, but for taking a wizz.
Queen: Never Ever - Say something you've never ever done, but if someone else has done said thing, they must drink.
King : Buzz - Count around the circle, and at each interval of 5 you say buzz and switch the direction you count in.
Ace : Rule - Same as before.

Awesome eh? It's very hilarious with hard liquor, especially if you're already drunken. Now for a heart-felt poem to an ex girlfriend:

+=+Fine Wine+=+

Her mind an open resource of imagination
She exists in a flow that excites
I can't remove my mind from her thought
She is a fine wine, but don't over indulge
She will spit you out as wine can't
This is easy for her and she knows
Her book is closed but I left a bookmark

Yea, basically things have changed since then, becasue I have realized whos who in the situation, but I've vowed to never air my personal shit on here. A chapter is over and I can move on.

Well that's that for this time. Hopefully i can keep creating and have something else to post in the near future, rather then in 2 monthes like last time. I'm Roberk, and you aren't.

It is, But it Isn't

2005-03-26T18:31:00.000-04:00

Hello world. It is me Roberk once again telling you how things are. I don't think I have posted since early February, but you'd be fine with it if you knew what I've been through. Thats alright though, you don't and I keep on keepin' on. Today is special. i have decided this is the official 1 year birthday for my Blog. I realize that technically my last post was the birthday, but I want to landmark it. Today is also my homie Mohandlow's birthday. He turns the big 2-0 and I wish him the best in his endevours. In a year from today I don't know where I'll be or what I'll be doing, but I can bank on the fact that he will be able to drink in the United States, and I'll have to wait another month, link I have to do now in order to turn 20. Well, that's a lie. I'm actually 37, so that means that I've been legal for years. But only a select few know whats really what. At any rate, Happy B-day Blog and happy B-day Moh, you're both motherfuckers, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Stay tuned becaue next time I post there will be more pictures and a poem to an ex that is actually nicer then it should be. Roberk reporting; I'm fizz.

People you may or may not find in your neighborhood...

2005-02-03T13:18:00.000-04:00

Hello world, I have no poetic justice for you this time, however I do have 2 more people yadda yadda yadda. So I'll keep it short and sweet. BTW, I've edited my links and weeded out some of the non woring links and such. If you want your site added jsut leve the url in my comments, unless you are a douche bag who is trying to make me look at porn laced with spyware, then death will be your santa clause. I also added Jason's sociology blog. It's not bad, worth it if you love sociology.

So here we go.

Yet more people you may or may not find in your 'hood...

Crack Whore

Superhero

Well word to your momma and such. Untill next time, I'm roberk, and you obviously aren't.

More People You Might Find In Your Neighborhood

2005-01-27T11:25:00.000-04:00

Well it's time to share with my "peeps" my artwork for the people you might find in your 'hood. I also have a poem about how trying to sleep sucks sometimes. I'm almost finished Paper Mario: The Thousand year Door. It's the bomb hazzard. So I guess I'll Show you my goods, and maybe someday I'll see your's too.

Soccer Mom

Teacher

Well that's that as they say. I guess I'll move on too my poem.

=-=No Sleep in the Sleep Room=-=

Laying, eyes open
ceiling is what I see
too many times before I've found
it's impossible to dream
No pictures across my eyelids
no dayglogoric beams
I'm laying here thinking
Why can't sleep slip through the seams?
Looking at the clock again
It's 30 minutes later my friend
Still no sleep for me to see
no images plastered on the wall to be
tecnicolor surreal dreams for me
I jsut want to fall deep in the sleepy sea
wait a sec, I'm falling now
Actually no, brain won't allow
for me to fall asleep and fantasize
jsut laying there with open eyes
she moves across to place an arm
I stay quite still, theres no alarm
now comforted and tucked right in
Oh-sah-mah-bin-lah-din
holy sheite, I see the sand
and over there is a marching band
they're wearing pink, and blue, and teal
one hundred fifty baby veal
a palm tree isnt supposed to have wings
neither are cats, cars or wing dings
clouds arent purple and bats dont have steaples
I split the ground and see all the people
This isn't right I know the score
Look over there, a persian whore
I must be dreaming, no thats not right
I'm in my bed, I've been here all night.

Well I hope you all liked that, It took me like 10 minutes to write. Bug humbar. I'll have more people from the hood next time cause people seem to like it. I've gotten a positive response thus far. i have many more to come. I'm thinking of adding my own video game music chart to track good VG music. If you have any ideas for placements for songs on the top 20 let me know via my guestbook. Anyway, I'm Roberk, and you've been Roberkiscized.

Hey look! I can have a Title now!

2005-01-20T11:05:00.000-04:00

Sweet. I can totally add sweet titles now. I I wanted to add like "This post must be read" I totally can, totally. ...

So I decided to start a little project. It's called "People You Might Find In Your Neighborhood" to try and draw attention back to my awesome blog 2000 from the future. I also wrote a country song. So here are some people you might find in a neighborhood near you.

Homie

Accountant

Well theres a couple people for you people. And now, A country song! Make up your own tune, I may or may not write a song to go with it, but since I don't play for a country band I probably won't.

+==-Redneck Country-==+

Well, my truck dun left me
and my dog broke down
and my girlfriend ran away
Im jsut sittin here
cryin in my beer
and I'm too drunk to know the way
I can't see three feet in front
and even less in the back
but tonight I ain't goin gay
All I know is that my truck dun left me
and my dog broke down
and my girl, she ran away
now I'm sittin in this dank lil bar
drinkin' my problems away
And I know I have my problems mixed up
but I really don't care without my pickup truck
my bitch was loyal and my dog was too
but now they're all memories that gotta be drowned with booze
cause my truck dun left me
and my dog broke down
and my girlfriend ran away
I'm jsut sittin here
cryin' in my beer
and I'm too drunk to know the way

Bartender: Sal?
Sal: yea bartend?
Bartender: You went home to the right trailer lastnight right?
Sal: Yea, 231 Trailerway!
Bartender: Well I thought you lived at 233 trailerway.
Sal: ...
Bartender: You better get home to your truck, woman and dog!

Well I hope you all enjoyed this post. I know I have an iffy over it. Perhaps some of my best work to date. if youdecide to steal it, credit me or I'll sue your face. It's all copywritten MUAH HAHAHAH! I mean, thank you and good day! Roberk removing self.

2005-01-13T11:06:00.000-04:00

okokokokokokokokok. This is the first post of 2005 for me and i'm not even sure if anyone reads this anymore. So the essay was long winded and nobody cares what jason phillips creates with googleism.com. But I guess I'll try going back to the classic Roberk Knoweluv setup and give you a poem and some picture action. The picture is a concept I've been thinking of for a while now and I built a title with paint.

Thats what I have so far on my internet comic, but I promise that Spider-Hero will make a cameo or 10. Also, I have a poem that a randomly wrote while watching "The Miracle of Life" in Bio. College Bio none the less. It allowed me to come up with the golden idea that became a comic called "Dude Where's my Cervix" and I saw a penis become erect in heat-o-vision, some sperm navagate a vaginal canal, and a baby being born from that very same vagina. Oddly it has nothing to do with the miracle of life, but it is called...

+--=The Journey=--+
The Journey is a long one
like a burst of energy from the summer's sun
I take my bow to the large sized crowd
There are many nay sayers that make way
on the road to the end, my friend
A first person view of the world surrounding
A third person view of the world abound
There are eagles that fly above, overhead
There are corpses lying below me, lying eternal, dead
Too many checkpoints cause me to suffer
I don't want to show you my stuff sir
Continuing on is always easy
The bad food might make you quesy
I forgot about the beings like quasars
they fly through space and are like flash cars
I'm with them now, traversing another dimension
Can't wait to work this trip to a gnarly pension
It takes one hundred years to make a mind
Just as long as you have a spine
Falling faster into an omniverse
Several driving forces persuade my purse
Im a man and my purse is a wallet
I have no need for it here in dollet
A thousand fires like the cats meow
Traveling faster down and down
A glowing vortex of eternal doom
A darkened cyclone of existing boom
The road gets shorter as I continue on
Until the end, my friend, has come and gone...

Well that's that. Happy 5 month annaversary to my beautiful girlfriend HE. She is the love I love from above my love. Thanks to my homies down south int he hoods still keepin on keepin on. Roberk Knoweluv will Roberk Roberkingly

2004-12-06T21:23:00.000-04:00

I have decided to post an essay I jsut finished. It is the story of my musical career with a VH1 "Behind the Music" feel to it. awesome. Here goes.

I want to tell you that I am a musician, and I think this based on my career thus far, which includes several live shows as well as my musical talent based on my band history. I started when I was 16 with a bass, no amp and no bands. Then in the middle part of my career I was in 2 bands, one of which I was the creative force behind the music. I look to the future now that I have played shows, and hope to make the Hot Villians, my current band world famous.
It was at the age of 16 when my father finally broke down and decided music would be a good idea. I had a bass guitar that was lent to me by a friend that I taught myself on and realized that I needed to delve deeper into the musical world so many of my other friends had already started working at getting into. The bass I got was only a hundred bucks and it still sounds good to this day. I took the loaner back and started focusing time and energy into getting better on my own. I never did get lessons.
Soon after, my friend Jacob has started playing guitar, so we formed a drum-less band, at that time called Jacksquat that would eventually be changed to The Hot Villians along with another friend, Aaron, and we began to jam. We started as a funk band and I wrote a few songs, that we still use to this day. Hits such as “Funk-star”, “Space Modulator” and “Radio De-active”. At the same time I was asked to join an established rock-and-roll band called Robert Goulet, named after the world-famous lounge singer of the same name. This band was better as it was already a year old and had lots of songs. Such songs as “Jungle Gym Fever”, and “Testosterone” were in the song line up and we had a great time playing. This band helped me to play my first shows, and end any shard of stage fright I may have had.
Robert Goulet played may shows together. We played at the late Cleidah Connection on Barrington St. several times, as well as a QEH Coffee House and the Dartmouth Mic Mac Amateur Aquatic Club. Our finest show was at Club Red on Gottigen St. where we played with Black Out ’66 and The Heelwalkers. Both bands are very well known around Halifax and it got us some exposure to people who normally wouldn’t see us play.
At the same time, we had a drummer for The Hot Villians now and it was the same person, Issac, who was the drummer for Robert Goulet. I was writing new songs every time we jammed and our better songs came from these sessions. Some songs written at this time include “Spazzletatter”, “Best Band Alive” and “Omniverse”. At this time we removed our singer, Aaron, and decided to stay instrumental for the time being.
Then things took a turn for the worse. The next thing that happened was the break up of Robert Goulet over creative differences, failing to produce a studio album, and the lack of organization and enthusiasm in the jam sessions. No songs were being produced, and we were goofing off instead of making good music. Luckily I had my back-up band to go to. But then another problem arose. Issac left The Hot Villians and I was left with a guitarist and myself, a bassist.
Just when things couldn’t get any worse, they began to get better. Jacob and I found a new drummer who is very talented. I also took the initiative and decided we should jam more, and we began to jam weekly, rather then monthly as we had previously thought to be an adequate amount. The new sessions have brought us great songs like “Antafrica”, “Cryin’ and Diein’”, and “Can’t Fight Crime in the Rain”.
Now, we jam every week, no matter what, and we have been booking jam time at a place called Area 52 on Gottigen St. where we can jam for three hours for only 35 dollars. We can also have professional recording capabilities there and we plan on starting the recording process in the near future.In conclusion, I am a musician, and I think this based on my career thus far, which includes several live shows as well as my musical talent. Based on the history I have presented I feel strongly that I will have a career in music and this will present me with a very good future. Thank you.

Well thats that. Let me know what you think if you managed to get through it all. /wookie call.

2004-10-18T01:29:00.000-03:00

Ok a couple things. I tried out that googleism.com thinggy. It appears as though jason phillips is the field writer for an online adventure/travel magazine created for outdoor enthusiasts and travelers. Which comes as a complete suprise to me. Heres some other things that Jason Phillips is. He is a great friend of mine and will appreciate this exponentially:

jason phillips is an intern with the architecture
jason phillips is an outstanding defensive catcher who throws the ball real well
jason phillips is being evaluated by a doctor in pittsburgh and is expected to need surgery to remove bone spurs in his elbow
jason phillips is not in the all
jason phillips is expected to be called up to start in his place
jason phillips is on the dl with inflammation in his right elbow
jason phillips is a senior manager
jason phillips is second batting
jason phillips is a major league winner and i can not tell you just how excited the 'ole lefthander is at this moment
jason phillips is taking pre
jason phillips is off to a fantastic start this season with a 6
jason phillips is a vice president of the investment bank wit soundview corporation
jason phillips is one of the best distance runners in the state
jason phillips is very mature
jason phillips is a senior trumpet player at dunlap for the 2002
jason phillips is center
jason phillips is here with the coast team from germany
jason phillips is an
jason phillips is the chief operating officer at allison business group
jason phillips is not recovering as fast as i have hoped
jason phillips is a catcher with the norfolk tides
jason phillips is eighth
jason phillips is usbr pm
jason phillips is back with the tribe
jason phillips is so respected
jason phillips is searching for
jason phillips is a kid the tribe picked off the dung heap from buffalo who is doing really well
jason phillips is a guy the tribe picked up last year who has done well for what it is worth
jason phillips is hitting
jason phillips is on the disabled list with a sprained left ankle
jason phillips is not our long
jason phillips is sort of excessive
jason phillips is expected to lead the team in scoring with his accurate outside shooting
jason phillips is dead
jason phillips is a former 24th round pick out of san diego state and is currently a triple
jason phillips is expected to be recalled and join the tribe rotation
jason phillips is at the point in his pitching career in which every game is virtually a tryout
jason phillips is featured in this video

Hey, what the hell, I'll do me too.

Sorry, Google doesn't know enough about roberk knoweluv yet.

Cry Cry.. They'll knowe my name soon enough. pardon the pun.

Now some concept art for the new Spiderhero Comic!

Well thats that for now. See Team America:World Police. You'll laugh. I promise. Dr. knoweluv sees all.

2004-10-12T16:38:00.000-03:00

This is the sound of me posting a picture.
I did this to test if it was this easy to post pictures on my blogserville. So enjoy. I call it: Capital eff.

2004-10-07T13:51:00.000-03:00

Ok, so everyone thinks to themselves "I'm a good person, and everyone I know thinks I'm a good person, so everythings alright." But at the same time they are kicking a cat, or being ignorant. Well this brings me to something I've been thinking about for a couple weeks now. What if, in reality, no matter how good things go for a particular portion of your life, you come to find out you are actually the antagonist to someone you know well. Perhaps a best friend. What if you are jsut part of another person's story, and your story is insignificant and just a craptastic side story in the main plot of someone else's. And it's entirely possible that your story is so meaningless, it gets a 1-2 paragraph blurb in the story of someone's life you don't even know. I guess what I'm trying to say is that you have to make your story your own. Keep your hands inside the car at all times, unless dictated to do otherwise, and don't become the antagonist to someone else's story, because you'll be 76 years old and realize you were just some supporting character to somebody's fame story. Be the protagonist for your own story! And for christ's sake, amke sure you are a good person before you tell your self you are one. Some times I jsut hate the way people think they are so great, but in reality they are the worst. Don't worry readers, this isnt dedicated to anyone in particular, I was just thinking that I may end up the antagonist in someone else's story and became a little worried. But if I go by star wars logic, thats the first step to the path of evil or something. Ogh well, if I'm the next vader I may as well be President Jass vader of the United States. they are the empire after all. But thats another rainy story for another rainy day. Dr. Knoweluv reporting, I'm the best.

2004-09-29T13:44:00.000-03:00

Well, it's been a little while. I got a cell phone. Muahahahah! I am a part of the information super highway. Oh wait, I already was by having this "blog".
So what do you do when you're friend calles you a naggar and tells you to update? Well bygone it you UPDATE!! But really Im jsut putting this here as fluff, for me too poo upon. I havn't been writing much as of late due to the overwhelming pressure of school on my noggin. But you know how it is fellow bloggers. You get so far in your blogging career and it seems like you've exhausted all of your A blog material. so I'll throw a poem out there for youse who want me to update. Im going to kill Uber Hero.

=-=-Nantucket=-==-

There once was a man from Nantucket
He was a stuped motherfucking bucket
He had a beer for an ear
And a Deer for a Jeer
And when he fell down a well he could shuck it

Well thats the newest entry my brain can handle. I totally sneezed and thats the poem that came out. Theres your GD update Mr. Tracy. Mr. Knoweluv reporting, Channel 19 Nudes.

2004-08-21T13:53:00.000-03:00

I'm thinking about what time it is more so it moves slower. When I'm not thinking about time and just being for a long time time goes fast and sinks into oblivion never to be returned. Each second I grow a second older, the worlds has existed for another second, and in that second, infinite things happened. So each second infinite things happen, but here, I'm able to feel it go by. Time can't exist if that much stuff is going on. I think of it like a line through a giant stack of TV's all playing different shows. Only its micro fabric, or the world just cut into microscopic sections. Wait, why would just the earth be cut up like this. It's the whole "universe". So we're actually connected to everything If you think of it like that. Unless you do the same slicing thing the other way, and you have the grid thing going on. I think I understand string theory now... But I could be way off. If you do this, every part of us is connected to nothing, so everything could be completely independent. Ok, enough psycho Babel, Ill just write a song about it and make a billion bucks. Boss.

So I was left to ponder. Who has more worth to an apartment building landlord? Well, I look at it this way. Security is dime a dozen, they don't have guns, however they have whacking sticks. But tenants are a dime a dozen as well. But we're more powerful in this argument because of the amount of weapons this building is probably concealing. Even I have a sword, and I'm pretty sure sword beats whacking stick. So next I thought about it like this. The landlord pays the security, and tenants pay the land lord. So technically if it wasn't for the tenant the security wouldn't even exist. So the way I see it, I'm more powerful then the security as a tenant, making the security superfluous. Yes that's what I think about.

2004-08-04T22:09:00.000-03:00

Well, I've decided to write a book, and I'm now going to post the first chapter. You will probably think that I'm crazy, or maybe you'll think It/I jsut suck(s). But you really have to remember how Awesome I am. With that said, here you go.

Charlie’s Club
Chapiter Uno

It was a day, there were some existences, and it was a year not unlike our own. Seventeen days had gone by since then, and now more then ever they wanted to know what it is that it was. So to make a long story short, I should start with the first event. An event, which was to be the event of the century. Why you ask? Actually a lot of questions have been asked by you by this point, and only a graph of Para has gone.

Ezmerzelda and Samus stood at the back of the crowded club conversing of things of a nature. “There’s this guy I need you to meet.” Said Ezmerzelda. Ezmerzelda, being the pushier of the two, pulled Samus by the hand and pulled her into, not next too, into, the male in question. “Watch it bitch!” the man said, and sat back down. “Well that was a bust” Ezmerzelda said as she pushed a wisp of her cherry golden hair out of her eyes. “Whatever. I tried.” She continued.

The party got louder and stuffier as the night went on, and sleazy grease balls kept hitting on the two attractive ladies. This being the less friendly side of town, and the average corner the club sat on was frequented by prostitutes, and johns, it made for some pretty interesting moments between the two.

The two girls enjoyed coming to this place because of the cheap drinks and the possiblility of meeting random people. Other then that is was a mystery to why the two liked this particular bar so much. It couldn't of been the regulars, because they ranged from 30 to 70 years of age and most were bar flys, hookers and johns. It was a neat little system they seemed to have worked out, which was part of teh hilarity of hanging out in such a hole.

“You fucking bitch! You said 2 fucks and a suck for 30, and all you did was dance around a little and take off your shit!” a drunken ex navy officer yelled as they walked down the flight of stairs, separated from the rest of the bar by a door that said “Fantastico Back Pleasers”. It was a hokey name for a hokey cover for a sleaze den, but it actually was a legit family owned herbal back massage clinic during the day. But the reasons people do things are other stories for another time.

“Isn’t that major Carnicad?” Samus asked as she looked over to the staggering half-naked ex-marine. “Because I think I saw him as a contestant on that public access show ‘Lenny Lomez’.” “I’m not familiar.” Ezmerzelda said and kept drinking her random house drink of the night. “It’s that wanna-be talk show where the overly eccentric host Lenny Lomez, gets trashy people and exploits hilarious problems or cleans them up a bit, so slightly better off people like us can feel better about being boring, clean, unimpoverished middle of the roaders. And sadly, it works. “Sounds like my last job.” Ezmerzelda replied. “Yea, it’s a freak show. I think there was a show last week called ‘I was rabid, and now I’m corn Beef and Cabbage’. They actually take this 400-pound and give her a pair of sunglasses and 600 dollars worth of cheep liposuction and plastic surgery from a doctor who is a show regular and is named “Dr. Odd Giggle”. They put her in a house, locked away on a desert island with 13 hopeful homeless men who must win her love by fighting each other in an ‘awesome disqualification contest’ of party games like ‘pin the tail on the donkey’ and ‘bobbing for apples’. She eliminates the guys until there is one last poor schlub, who then finds out he not only wins the contest, but the two love birds get to be lobotomized and sent into a maze. I think he got eliminated fast.”

Ezmerzelda’s only response was “I have no idea what you just said.” To which Samus replied, “Well at any rate, the show has oddly high production values.” “What show was this?” said Ezmerzelda. “Oh never mind, the VLT machine is open, get outta here.” And Ezmerzelda, now with a slightly less sober stagger sauntered over to her virtual lottery machine of love.

Well theres what I have for the first chapter, and ill have another chunk of the story ready soon enough. let me know what you think in my guestbook. thats what it's there for. Cheers!

2004-07-15T02:01:00.000-03:00

Ok, pork rinds have to be the Jesus of snack food. Any item that has smoke flavor as an ingredient and leaves a bacony, egg noggy taste in your mouth afterwards is a winner in my books. Mmmm pork rinds is right Homer Simpson. Buy some and experience the magic. Thank you for letting me speak on this issue, and tonight when you can't sleep wondering how many thousands of bags of the little buys you can get your hands on, think of me, Roberk Knoweluv.

2004-07-07T23:26:00.000-03:00

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2004-07-05T23:33:00.000-03:00

A reflection period is needed every so often. The best way to do this is become completly alone for about 3 weeks or longer, only seeing select few at various times. It works. The old Roberkster has had alot of time to think about random combinations of thoughts and a mixture of brain drain and mental slowdown helps you get every drop of reflection out. So i've casted reflect everywhere and you want to know where I go from here? (Play some sort of inspirational music here followed by the sound of a gunshot...and perhaps a slither. That would increase the inspiration.)

I still don't know.

Yes, thats right. I have no idea which way to go! The Basic 3 are missing, the 3 reality holders. (if done properly of course, it's jsut a fabric). School,Relationships,Job. Relationships is bigger then either romantic ones, or you're every day run of the mill friendships. But then theres that whole ladder of friendship. Which then splits it again. So now you're left with romantic relationships which stand on their own unless you are one of those people who likes dealing with several girls at once. Or chicks that see several dudes at once. And so on. (Stupid political correctness.) Which boils it down too: see-sometimes friends, see more often friends, and the classic best friends.

As far as school and work go. I hate school and I hate working. Guess what tough shit. But jsut saying either of those things makes the reality more distant then actually going through with with them. Luckily this school thing is almost done. I've comlpeted high school, and that is what matters most. And only a year late! Which is more then I can say for ALOT of people. Kudos to those that are still in the prisons of the school system, See ya in the middle! If I had that extra year I could of been in University or something. I still blame the school board. I probably shouldn't, but I do. But putting blame doesn't get anything done. I'm just whining about school and working right now. Here are a few plans I could follow through with(in no particular order.)

So heres plan A: Get incredibly famous randomly, win money and sports cars, win the united states in a poker game, make a house on Vegas connecting to New York and build a totally awesome sky island where Antpeople and behemoths do my bidding against evil space warriors, saving the world from global catastrophe day to day. excellent.

Plan B: Get incredibly famous by winning a date with some hot TV personality babe, but when I go for the hokey cheese date she and I fall maddly in love and I can become a Stamos-esque actor, doing TV spots and disappearing into mediocrity over several hilarious years.

Plan C: Get incredibly famous by going to university or college and doing crazy animation or art od some fame making shizah. or perhaps learn a programming language and get an awesome job with a video game company like Rockstar or SquareeniX (Or squeenix as I like to call it).

Plan D: Become incredibly famous by going to college, getting a lame business degree and working in a firm or company filing crap for people and running errands for people, trying to explain to people how I'm not a secretary but really and senior corperate investing accountant assistant or some hilariously long title they put on rediculously lame jobs now a days. Cause i'm so old I remember the past. Thats right. the passstttt.

Plan E: Become a drug-dealer, get hooked on drugs, get incredibly famous for it by suing the shit out of big Weed (cause weed will be legal by this time I assume) and making like a trillion bucks. Then spending all the money in a game of Mexican Strip Sandcastle Tag. I could marry a woman named Freda with hairy armpits, and work at Burgermart and have a janitorial service on the side, while having cock fights (you know, where you attach like nails and jagged metal to large chickens and maken them fight eachother for cash) in my livingroom every night with the local gangsters who always have gangbanging strippers with them.

Well those are the possible plans I could follow through with really make some ching. Or become a horrible dreg. it could go either way really. well that was the best procrastination I think I've ever had.

I'm Roberk
Goodning.

2004-07-05T02:02:00.000-03:00

There's noting more satisfying then going to see "Fahrenheit 9/11" on independence day in Canada. All the television stations blast reminders that it is July 4th, the day when all good Americans play a game of baseball, eat a hot dog or 17 and eat apple pie. Or some stupid shit like that. We do the same here in Canada, but we're Canadian, and you can't blame a Canadian, it's the American's fault. Well with that out of the way. Let's see what's going on in the old head.

Roberk: Hello brain.
Brain: Hello Roberk.
Roberk: what's the square root of 37635?
Brain: How am I supposed to know I'm just a lousy brain.
Roberk: Well that's all well and good, but I didn't name you Triginomicus for nothing.
Brain: But square rooting isn't really trigonometry.
Roberk: Moot Squee Boo boo misn't Ree ree Trigi meme tree. Shut up Brain!
Brain: Don't get smart with me ass castle!
Roberk: Asscastle!? You asshome!
Brain: Don't insult me with your repulgant repugnings.
Roberk: I'm no brain but I don't think either of those words are words.
Brain: neither is "Moot Squee Boo boo misn't Ree ree Trigi meme tree."
Roberk: I was mocking you Brain.
Brain: Oh.

Well that as they say, is that. I'm sorry you had to witness my brain conversation because they usually go nowhere like I just showed you all. Next time I write I will tell you all of Charlie's Pub.

2004-07-01T16:21:00.000-03:00

Weed Day 2004! What the Hell is a Canada?

that's right Canadians and stoners alike, it appears you and I share a day. Well I hail from both categories so I guess a hello to myself is in order. Hello Roberk, you are the man. Continue being the man and live out the Canadian dream. To drink beer and play hockey while getting high, snowboarding and eating back bacon for every meal. If you didn't note the sarcasm there, I hate you. But if you partake in several of these things combined I probably hate you anyway. Because I only really like getting high from that list. Back bacon is all right. The following exceptions include DH, SH, IS, TS, MD.

While people rejoice and hail the sun gods by getting really blazed, others have decided to go to the sunny Rabao oasis on the island of Kuzots. Fishing sucks right now so the Galkas and Humes sit about lazy and sweaty from the blazing sun. What the hell am I talking about anyway? Some know things others do not. Does this scare you?

On this day of Canada I'd like to lyrically depict Canada. Yes I am Canadian, and I love it just as much as you. You son of a bitch.

+_+Lyrical Amazement in Canada Minor+_+ (sung to the tune of "Oh Canada!")

Oat Canada!
Our Home is filled with Trees
And all the trees are being harvested by American scumbags

For all the Newfs who died in world war 2
I bid you fair thee well

Bums far and wide, Oh Canada
No NHL will be Hell!

Let's keep our land, Glorious and free
Weed, Gay Marriage and Abortion, ...

Oh Canada, we tried these things and didn't blow upppp

Well, that was a gay abortion if ever there was one. I'm sorry to all the aborted fetuses and stoners I offended with that one. I was thinking it would be hilarious to make a sitcom about two dudes who get loaded and accidentally get married one drunken night and the next morning they're all like Barry: "did we get married?" Clarke:"YES!?!" Both:"But We're not GAYYY!!" and the show could be called "But We're not Gay!" and it could be all Seinfeld esque. It would probably be a lot like "Jerry" the pilot that Jerry and Geroge write on sniffled. Haha good times. Thats the bizarre thing about gay marriage. Do you have to be in like Homosexual love, or can and anyone just marry anyone regardless. I'm marrying a female.

home. Who can I insult now. Bah, im pretty much done. I'm not racist, so I can't attack racial stereotypes. And I don't know enough about wall street to say anything really harmful about yuppies... Everyone knows Children are stupid.

There I ripped off maddox's writing style. And it feels great. Fuck him for not writing back. Roberk Knowluv reporting. Channel 6.

2004-06-16T14:57:00.000-03:00

Well, guess what? Roberk Knoweluv is a high school graduate. Do you know what this means? If I had a job and luck, I could regain my coolness. And that's what I intend to do this summer. As you may or may not know, I, Mr. Knoweluv, have been on hiatus form being cool to be somewhat lame. Yes that’s right, the world of Vanadiel sucked me in, but the novelty has worn off and I can side project it. So I'm free to put it in! Um, my hilarity into your mindmagasm that is. Get your head out of the gutter you sick fucking pervert. Penis.

So, I guess I should allow you to know some top-secret underground music knowledge. the band "Robert Goulet" has broken up. Thanks for the support, as I played the crucial role of bass player extraordinaire, and I look forward to working with those musicians. well not Isaac, he's stinky. Just kidding man! Chill out! A special thanks goes out to certain ontarioians who thought we were more then sub-par. And a special non-thanks to the people who thought jamming was boring. Because we rocked, we are just lazy. Oh well, Hot Villians will just have to take the slot, and catapult across Halifax in a diamond studded Viking helmet. I'd be way bitterer if I had no stable fall back band, which I contribute most of the artistic randomized bassary to. So I got rid of the Robert Goulet links in my links section and added some hilarity.

I'd like to thank one HS for her ability to get me motivated to write in this thing. If it wasn't for her nantuckery and filibusterization, I would still be staring at the TV screen wondering why the fuck I can't catch a single moat carp, even though it's a new moon, and it's watersday. If you don't know what I'm talking about, don't ask, cause it's probably tripped the fuck out. But I digress, HS, you have a way with words, and even though I'm not really part of the loop, and I could care less otherwise, your hilarity speaks volumes and I could watch you coin catchphrases and think outside the proverbial box until the moon comes up.

Looking for an archrival, taking applications now.

So I guess I'll check the book of yore for some lore you can take to the store... and exchange for a cigar.

-++=This song needs to be less cheery=++-

She holds her head in her hands
The single tear flows slowly
We're here to have and to hold
But what you're told is being sold
Out on a limb, and the tree
Seldom will you suffer with me
But once upon a time indignantly
You'll burn, you'll burn, you'll burn

Well, once again I can say I wasted your time, and that makes me happier then gary buesy at a giant alcahol related thing. Until next time my friends, I'm Roberk Knoweluv.

2004-05-18T10:26:00.000-03:00

Look at me ma, no astro turf! Thats right i said it, you heard it.

Theres been a recent influx of stuf happeneing at the place and stuff. Vauge enough for you? Not me. If you stumbled upon this page from my Bazaar in Final Fantasy 11, well, WELCOME FRIENDS! I hope you enjoy the show. Well, theres not much to show, but theres lots of reading to do. Read read Read. I am currently a lev 22 RDM/ 11 THF but yuo should know that if you checked me. Anyway, I'd post some sort of poetic justice, but I don't know if theres any to post. Lemmie check ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Well it turns out theres nothing so I'll make something up.

=-=-Words-=-=

Jesus Christ Bike macro prostate
Sand Burger Fish harpoon castle
Cat mexican Cuba scatter Dot
Snode Bliggail Oggleby Sardonix
Cigarette Forget ned Explode
End Start Boat Supercalifragilisticsexpialidoutious

Well that sucked. But if you're new here, look through the archives. theres gotta be something you'll take a liking toot. Thats right I said toot.

2004-05-13T01:40:00.000-03:00

Woahhhhh you can't fight crime in the rain. Alot has happened since the faithful night when I turned 19, but turning 19 is the only thing worth mentioning. Garba gazam. So all you peeps who have been complaining about me not updating can just sit and keep wondering, but heres an ode too you people. YOU PEOPLE?! yeah thats right, I boldly went there. Son of a Bitch. I strongly reccommend, at the recomendation of a family friend, you know who you are HS, to look at Strongbad cartoons, and I will be adding the link to my links section so you can experience the hilarity and the magic. Perhaps a bizarre poem from the Book of Yore? Yes indeed!

=-Ghasty Guk-=

Words do not exist
Like I can't feel the twitch the itch gave when death did you part
A magnolia asprin still cures the pain from teh original aura
That poured from low glowing catapults
On a sea made of mad leopolds
So damaged battle mates with battle scars that flows frowning the it's way
Swallow the shardof glass that once had it's way on the glopaxian sea of
bastard emoticons

well enjoy me being 19 and we'll chill. Possibly a Rober Goulet show in CHarlottetown next month, and also the Hot Villians will be available for shows asap. Look for the Hot Villians soon I tells ya. You can't fight crime in the rain.

2004-04-21T08:49:00.000-03:00

OOps, I totally forgot to post on 4/20. but a happy 4/20 to those who know what the heck im talking about. I know some of ytou may be wondering why i havn't updated in almost a month, but that is simply because I like final crack fantasy XI and I got that on friday. hadn't it been for that I would of been able to put some words.

=-Old School-=
Old school is told school and I told you don't expose me
So what I didn't go, oh well man, go with the flow
I'll pass with flying colors
Then do all your mothers
Oh yo momma's dead?
I'll grid up zombies and call them ted.
Oh and i'll have my servants do your dead mom.

So fuck all yall who think I sold out. Peace.

2004-04-04T23:44:00.000-03:00

it's 04.04.04 and i think i'll celebrate by getting a very important finalization. That was so fun I walked across the commons like a crying, wet-footed, emo kid. Did I make a transition tonight, or did I simply open my eyes to a knew area? Intrepret that how you will, but leave me out of it. Roberk needs a vacation, and wishes he had done so during march. But that is another story for another time. Forget you "the one", you had a chance of a lifetime, but you decided to remain on the other side of the spectrum, and no longer will I debate before I go on my own path.

Since only I will understand that, and it is to real to life, I think I'll completly change the subject. Whats the deal with Nickelback? Well, think what you will, but the new link will display why they need to be slightly less famous, and why mhutzack should be slight more famous. Mhutzack will never sound the same when layed over top another one of my songs. ------->

=-=-04.04.04-=-=

This is a date on a calender
This date will never happen again
not in a million
not in a trillion
years
celebrate for 10 more minutes.

2004-04-03T04:35:00.000-04:00

So it's another night in the metropolis that is the dome of solitude and here i sit wandering, eating and thinking about the parallels that plague our dimensional existance.

I fought a valient battle and broke down the walls of destruction. And as I walk through these plains, with fly ajar, tilt and obscene broken word expressentiates the bi colonial fantasmagram. Over the time that has fast and furious I saved face by being only that which I could be inb a situation of disgruntled vocation.

Hey I just figured I'd use the word vocation to impress the masses, but then remember that I don't know the meaning of the word, then use the handy dictionary to find out the meaning, and soon after come to a conclusion that I didn't use it in any context in the first place, and vocation was indeed a word. Fuch Death Kill, Fuck Death Kill, Fuck Death Kill, Fuck Death Kill.

Take that consirvatives spelled completly wrong, just to prove how little I care about the man. what can be said in public free speech without the censorship going up. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. Is that not eh worst word? Or perhaps Jesus Chri9st, or God Damn, but to a heathenistic athiest, who swears of religion as a method of keeping more corruption out of his young, dividing celled, mind and soon will come to some sort of top type power, or fame. But this is hark say, hark say indeed, to which I kill the enlightened profit to care not what is which to the extreme negative of yonder enthuuiasian.

These words mean less then a pebble or a dirt covered rock, a microcosm of direct neglect, imprisonment of people, and people's people, neve knowing if the truth they wronged was a true truth.

FUCKING ANYLIZE THIS SHIT MOTHER FUCKER> I FUCKING DARE YOU> HFJLFBE IS THE NEW WORD>

And so the journey continueed and I sat in a single celled room of defeat and destruction, a beaten amn, with one in cuncuss and others not knowing if the know it the know. 17 out of 20 can't be wrong when it comes to using propaganda against sovern units of ulitarian ovaltine. What did I just insignificantly write as useless, un thought about blather. i care not for your views on what i said, and there is a margin in which the line of demise must flow, so speak gingerly to a loved one as sadness prevails over my heart, and have a sex romp atleast but ultimatly FUCK SHIT PISS FUCK SHIT PISS SENSOR THISD SDHDIDFJFHFJFJFJFJFJFJ FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK
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KFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKCFUFKCUFKFUFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKUF. and so on yopu miniscule pile of flowery content.

Roun roun Rounn deeee dobie de da dee doooo deee da la la lalalalalalaaaaaaaa mrenaouuu ouuu trouuuuuuuuuu flizanouuuu FUCKSHITPISSSFUCKSHITPISSFUCKSHITPISSFUCKSHITPISSFUCKSHITISSFUCKSHITPISSSSSSS.

Stop before I blow a gasket mother fucker, I'l stop when I'm god damned ready, I don't even care cuz. Cuz, i ain't even caring. School is for dropouts.

PROPS TO: SH< JC< SG< SS< JH< GN< SCSA< TR< BH< DH< GC> AH< IS< TS< IS< SF< RF< JP< JP< JP< JP< JP< JP .....if i forgot you and your whiney anus, tell nme in private as to not olet everyone know what a sniveling bouche dag your are, and fess up gator banana. Thats right I said it.

IF the things here dont' make snese, take them at more the face value, then rub penut butter camels into your blue tootie shoee booty.

And its a casm of class
A glue glass in trash
The open hand awaoits
biut the melting still debats
with the glowing clock thst's one
and the snow time in the sun
the lassic can floats wandering like a blue tusked toot flute.

Tyhe classic departure of teh snagged handle goose departs from the grizzlet castle that was one the home of eternal salvation incarnated as a man by the name of closkao. this man made the time machoine and manipulated the future and the past. Go to www.link-o-rama.com for free, count em;' free porno!!

THE END

*The views and opinions of RoberkKnoweluv do reflect those of Spiderhero's and especially jason Vill Philliponopolis.

2004-03-30T13:49:00.000-04:00

Today is a day of days and the days days become tomorrow's future. Such as said when the minda bird cries out *cheep* *cheep* and suddenly is blown a struen by the encapsulating defeat of a boomstick. This is such as life though for we often see the eyes of deceit harbinger from the opening of youre.

Who the fxck are you Cripes?! I will serach the ends of the earth to find out......

Here is work I did as I was englishing it up. As of this moment I hate religion, I won't force my beliefs on you all, but I want to invoke thought because I think something I wrote actually amkes sense.

+-Religion-+

Religion is a game played by pawns
A million sheep make allusions to Jesus
Through books and poems and boring text
And that older man who believes

I can't stand to put up with this shit
I's rather go to purgatory then live with it
Get em' when they're young they say
And in 50 years, alone they'll pray
As long as you believe in whats above
Whats below won't make a fuss

They broke the mold when they broke youse
And you still believe in the powers that be
A sinking feeling as I see them pray
Don't you know it's futile
Sin, my friend, as they would say
smoke, and drink, have sex and swear

If god exists why doesn't santa?
We can't go around believing in santa
Why shouldn't we believe in god?
He's just as impossible
God should be a notion of faith
Not a real force deciding out outcome
Buddah didn't force you to believe in him
Believe in what you want to, but go where you want to
in death.

-=_+WTF^^+_=-

Demised pile of repulsed delish
Open wound spatting devil mush
Seasoned harbinger robust tusk
Pleading with sanity to craft a thought

Passion cave with embalming contrusions
Bostion tea fallatio androgenous explosions
help satan fluxuate a gushing bloat boat
Castlevania, mario, Link, Balloon Fight, Ghouls N' Ghosts

2004-03-26T17:57:00.000-04:00

Mohandlow gets a shout out cauze it’s he’s birthday today. He is a level 55 Warrior and should be talked to in case there is a need for him to thank for your party, murderate some goblinastic flogians at a kerpplokcs party or simply chill out and blaze this fatty of the sweetest chronzizzle in the univizzle nizalia.

In other mandlebabian news, fxcking 500 pound wxorxs can sxck my mother loving CACKALOUZI! Especially when they take like 10 fat fxcking minutes picking out 3 fxcking COUNT EM’ 3 fat fxcking donuts at a Coffee establishment. It’s important that get this off my chest, because Jxsus Fxcking Cxrist already!!!!

Then Owen Hart came back from the grave, or something, cause he was in front of me, but behind lard master pop and freshmellow wxore. I know it’s harsh, but this is late night surfing internet, and well, fxck.

Oh, right, Owen, yeah, he laid the slight charm mack down on this old lady who was serving him, which back fired, cause you could tell he was just being friendly, but she started laying the mack down back, and thusly Owen Hart was mortified.

The dude behind me was Gary Beusey, but fat, and looked completely different. He looked more like Mario Mario, not to be confused with Luigi Mario, his neglected brother. Oh, and he had glasses.

2004-03-25T03:06:00.000-04:00

Check out the music of roberk Knoweluv in my links. if you want to see a little nipple action on this blog, let me know in my guestbook, and I'll think about busting out some daily softcore!

2004-03-25T02:41:00.000-04:00

Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games, we've got every thing you wanted but mainly we have ramblings. Heres the history of how i came to be. And soon you'll see, Im a man, I'm a real motherfxcker. Im a man, and you're just another sucker.

"He's be-boping and scattin', and I'm Losing IT!!" - George Costanza

-+=The History of Roberk Knoweluv=+-

65363x AD3 - Roberk is born on the planed Villmont and immediately immersed in blobisack, a goo that makes you musically inclined over time.

65370x AD3 – Roberk’s entire family of black and white mages are killed by dark unholy magic and status ailments casted by the defenders of the keep. The town just happened to be out of remedy and antidote so very few survived, but interestingly enough, the only people who were immersed in the blobisack survived, and these two people were the brothers Jason Villian and Roberk Knoweluv Villian.

65373x AD3 - Roberk leaves his brother Jason Villian and his planet to pursue a career of his own on earth.

65376x AD3 – Roberk assists Spiderhero in the capture of Nornot the offender, and receives international fame, across the galaxy, and soon the universe. Lives on the fruit of his labours for over a decade.

65389x AD3 – Roberk moves to Mars and starts a lounge act that incorporates light tap dance routines, and death grunge metallic scorpion Viking death metal to make a little cash on the side of being an interuniversal megastar.

65395x AD3 – After receiving over 6000 awards and becoming bigger and bigger, Roberk decides to travel to the past and own time.

2004 AD – Roberk finds himself lost, alone, broke, and time machine-less after he is mugged for it. Luckily he had some raw plutonium, which he sells for a house and a computer as well as a few thousand bucks. Soon after, he creates this site, hoping to become severely famous all over again.

2004-03-21T16:20:00.000-04:00

I GOT MY GUESTBOOK BACK!! Please sign it again because it got wiped clean. That would rock the casbah.

2004-03-21T14:50:00.000-04:00

Good aftertnoons old friend. Today is day of new poem to come to pass. The space moderator left the modulation dome and now im free to epaxate some fine shaffon stativa.

"teh tower is the thing, shaped like a box, that accompanies your monitor in computing tasks." -jason phillips

- ROCK AND ROLL-

Slice of life

There is a rockstar inside my brain
He has all but no thing to be gained
And whenever I try and let him out
Words on paper, delay about
It seems to be random there things I see
Read them back and make no sense to me
All my words are cracked and broken
In a wall of sleep it’s blasted open
Hilariously they all look at me
Assume intelligence comes naturally
Put me over for more then I’m worth
I’m small and hurt from a hazard birth
Little things when young decree
The future I'll live, oh can’t you'se see
Stoner father always living in the shadows
Bi polar mother yelling skitz at mallows
And here I sit, still bigger, a larger force then it all
But smaller then the other villa, who is getting in a brawl
With his drug lord father who sells crack to villains
And his prostitute mother who also buys these sweet sweet dealings
All I’m saying is be glad to be
Safe in front of your computer screen
Unless it’s means to get away
Crack fucks your shit up making it lame
Just a test to put thing to us nicely
Heres the end, props to guy smiley

fin

2004-03-11T23:16:00.000-04:00

The space school hosted its first ever mandle Jew breakfast special, and times were good. I think there was even a rabbix and perhaps Larry David himself. I glutoxuk you not. But the day was at a calm, and normal for shode. The space unit I attend has a figlaxian way of intensulating in times of great despair. And the chilites that attend can’t gohabulate with the nexissism and the allex way across the nebula is a harbinger of mental distruction, but alas we strive to complete the condensed curriculum.

This is a true story, I shit you knot. As in the one you tie. Where is the beef? It is right here my friends. I have taken a liking to the who thought that our world is a backwards mixed up society, that loves sex, and infuses it into everything in life, unless of course you are Amish, or Ethiopian. But I’m sure that their civilization has its very own way of fucking blowing up its shit and incorporating sex into the infrastructure somehow. Even anti-sex is sex that controls us.

But enough of that aside, I have more important things to mandle-bab about, perhaps if I put my feelings into incoherent banter.

-MMORPG-

The day was long
And I was strong
feuled with the tonic that she game me
I had a blast
And it was fast
I downed the magic elixir and made pee
Now I’m hit
It’s gone to shit
But the dragon doctor wont cleave, gee
And T’m soloing
But he’s annoying
Massively multiplayer, please release me

-_Doctor Toledi_-

Doctor Toledi isn’t a guy to mess with
He’ll tear out your scapula and he’ll test pitch
A new invention or creature some kind of crest snitch
And his bomb of Christ will destroy pops’ bitch

It hurts when the day becomes night
And the good fight bites the ass of the erudite
His skin pale black, and a beard on his head
Southern United States, 1935, he’d be dead

Time machine is his claim to fame
Going back to 1 2 3 B C a dinosaur he tamed
Put it on big screen and Godzilla reigned
Sent him back before people could be blamed

Why is the future so crude to this guy
All he did was crash a craft into Hawaii
Too sad about these begotten forgettings
The pasts futures future’s past is blatant with clad dressings

2004-03-05T01:50:00.000-04:00

I think you should all go to ::=-

http://www.geocities.com/thehotvillians

Today is the day i add a portion of poetry i have. 5 entries here for you to food for thought. Fxck mindless babbel fish about the physics of a pemento loaf, or a cartaxian gondle-spon. Adeu Juniors::=-

FANTASY SKANKODONIA

Samuris with salad
Cast imp then avenge with mallet
Maidens kiss gets rid of frog
Eye drops cure the dreaded fog
Echo screen makes silence go away
Antidotes and remedies keep poison at bay
Finally rock has come back to ohio
Shit, low HP, im gonna die-o

The Darkness

Dark deamons of the dark past
Dark peons of the dark ghast
They live in sin hoping they find bin laden
Open a cave and napalm fire bomb him

That’s the way you handle every thing
Put explosives in a sling
Bling bling
And tomorrow it’s the same thing

Workin Stu

Stu is jolly every time he works
He seems so happy and kind of quirks
Struddles, pasta and hagared roast
He’s hilariously listening to jazz
And this espresso is the worst

Disgruntled Romance Man

I’m waiting for you
To say these things
That make me mad
And make you sad
Love is like a bad
Cat following a mouse
Through the house
Of smoke and mirrored affection
From feelings of ill concieved meanings
Dead meals and caught dealings
Falling
Knowing the pain of impact
Never getting to the impact point
Having to apply ointment

Thought of the moment

Outside the window
The trees sway like
The dieing man in a
War, or the old man
Being influenced by the
Wind’s direction. The
Grass dead from winters
Gusts and the bust
Of a snow laden field
Of dreams, and screams
When I cream and beam
Blue sky, oceanic
Influence of the gods
That cause dead people
To come back to
Our worldly intercept

2004-03-03T00:48:00.000-04:00

I am now going to take advice from a dear and loved friend and do a random list thang. Actually it is the first 25 songs that came up on my list as it was set on random and fresh. If you do it don't cheat if a hilariosu song comes up. To me thasts the excercise. Haha. If you'd like you could always post yours in my guest book *hint* *hint*. Thats good shameless plug.

And without further adeu;

THE RANDOM 25:

1. eminem – without me
2. clash – Spanish bombs
3. children of bodom – warheart
4. the hot villians – blitzkrig bop
5. guns n roses paradise city
6. dayglo abortions – shit happens
7. subhumans – supermarket forces
8. adlolescents – I got a right
9. ac/dc – hells bells
10. ramones - sheena is a punk rocker
11. adicts – tango
12. children of bodom – everytime I die
13. sublime – wrong way
14. steve miller band – serenade
15. megadeth – sweating bullets
16. iron maiden – aces high
17. pink floyd – another brick in the wall part 2
18. rage against the machine – testify
19. the hot villians – scorpian Viking metal
20. death – pull the plug
21. jimi Hendrix – day tripper (beetles cover)
22. bootsy Collins – bootzilla
23. cramps – drug train
24. slayer – stain of mind
25. jimi Hendrix – wild thing

2004-03-02T14:24:00.000-04:00

Mandle-bab Alone

Mandle babs are strange little guys
With legs for arms and ghosts for eyes
27 of these would run you in
but one on its own can help you cause sin
they also do good things too
like find missing babies
and that poor homeless Jew
I fear the sacred mandlebab cant handle sand
The deserts not his friend
But if you rub his belly correctly
He'll glerg and cancel your mend
I see these little fellows
Running with the young chileites
Please tykes don't divorce them
Please tykes be their days delight
I see a hundred futures
But only some reign true
I like the little mandle bab
And the poor homeless Jew

03.02.04 Ã– theres a hard number to interpret.

Haha. Oh well, such as life. I love that one. Such as life. Life has been for me thus far a learning experience coupled with laughter to the extreme,copiouss amounts oflevelingg up and fighting many a bear. Well minus the bear, butI'mm usually an animated character, in the book of tome.

There is an odd feeling that I get when I look to the future, the past and the futures past. The futures past being the present. But I don't want to get into that whole bullshnizer debate involving time and space, this is more of a pattern thought cycle.

Now, humans have always fought eachother. And evolution has brought us to now, where we still fight. But in the days when we were first developing into the style of human we are today, the difference between us and other humanoid being of the time, was defiantly emotion. And oddly enough, that emotion was a very easily triggered weakness we had, but at the same town it helped us become the only humanoid. It makes little sense. The human is the most complicated creature, and our true potential 't even released yet. According to popular knowledge we only use like 11% of out conscious brain. What is the rest doing? Lieing completely dormant? But the world tellms me that supernatural things cant happen. So, super powers are out of the question.

So throughout history, i've been having battles over land, wealth, power and supremacy of the world. This is a constant and it just goes on, and always has. Because peoples gots ta have they piece. To the point they just snag people who they deem as less then them, put them in camps, or keep them as slaves, or what have you, ultimetly showing their power through evil, or just plain human control.

So I guess if you keep rome and spain and great britian and germany and Russia right up to the usa to iraq, they controlled the masses through some sort of message, via the medium of the times. The usa has done 2 horrible wrongs. Controlled the whole world with media, and held african people, and other people who are now part of minorities, as slaves, causing racism to occur within its boundaries and making an unnecessary hatred happen. Canada is at fault too as they held asian people in internment camps and made them build us a railroad. But at the same time institutional rascism has us set to think immigration is bad. The KKK makes me sick, and the Black Panthers were just as bad. This is all a horrid reality, but a constant. Someone is always dieing at someone's expense. Weither it be a peoples or a single person, people are always removed.

So, we cant evolve past the emotion to make other people suffer, to achieve wealth and control the normal people, who have a voice, with a spectrum that slides from little to less depending on the nation. Holy Grim fandangle batman

2004-02-29T21:00:00.000-04:00

Today is the day of all days that isnt really supposed to exist in reality, and that day is the leap year. I mean, come on, you can't jsut add a day to teh year at the beginning of the year, at the end of the seconed month. Wouldn't it make sense to just add a day onto January, avoiding my stoned ramblings of yore.

Terror illustrates my error, and in turn I can't hang around my momma cause I scare her. No i'm serious, I really can't. And all because of a year that leaps, perverting every day from here on out. Those 24 hours could make or break the year. What if you were horridly dumped, or raped or even killed on that extra day. Had there of been that extra day, assuming each day has it's very own aura and special-ness, would that horrid and haggard event have been avoided? Or would the likely thing occur, you just get murdered in cold blood on march 1st.

mandlebabs revisited

speaking of the mandle babs, another thing occurs
they travel through the demiverse, always taking turns
why the fuck won't they let me watch homer foil burns
i realize that the way they do is coupled with being nerds

an ode to the foraged snapper govtrax

the foraged snapper govtrax lives underneith von string
the way he lives his life is a salad of destroying jerry von bing
on earth he found the crystal of snoded von blazinting
there is a neighbor planet to snaxlar that is known as sonks von sting

he sometimes avoids taking dazzled pupa
this isnt hard for a snoopah
even though his hands are kloopas
and his watch is made of hagaled pappin loota

end transmission

2004-02-12T15:05:00.000-04:00

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2004-02-10T14:54:00.000-04:00

Where does the universe go? Here I am on earth. Earth is the name of the planet I live on. Earth. What a bizarre word. Just say it to yourself and think. Weed will help in the realization of the bizarreness. Then, try to think of the exact spot where you live in you city, inside your country inside your province/state on Earth. Then look at that in relation to Earth from outside earth. That line is so tiny that it is insignificant. But then, think of how bug the Earth is. And how much bigger the sun is, but then look at earth from Pluto. Earth is as insignificant as the dot the individual is. But then go outside the galaxy. Outside the galaxy is just white. Well, telescopes will prove otherwise, so I’m wrong. Well, religions that peddle this thought are.

Ok, so we’re looking down and the image of the small galaxy becomes insignificant. What is right here?! There’s got to be something. The same distance the other way is I, and here where I am I’m pretty significant, considering I’m writing this snip-it here. But in comparison to where that is, time can’t exist the same way it does in relation to us. Well unless you say its 7 billion light years in the future o’clock. But the again, since there is no gravity in space, and there could be even less, or negative gravity outside of out galaxy, it could take much longer to get there then we can even grasp.

Maybe light is slowed by negative gravity. So really, stars appear closer then they are. And since they are farther out there, our galaxy is as insignificant as a pebble here on Earth. But to think of it even deeper, the Universe is a word that means everything. Where does the universe end? And what is outside this Universe. There can’t be and end to the “everything”. And literally that means that there is nothing, but nothing can’t be something, because nothing is no thing. So, is there another everything?

There have too be other life forms. There has to be. It’s the only way we can exist. But our insignificance makes us nothing.

In relation to other everythings...

2004-02-10T01:05:00.000-04:00

Slaughtered past the first surf wall

Outlandish fire eating Mandle-babs
And to think it was just yesteryond
That the time was at stand still
That fractal monitir broke down
Deeper down fractions devide
Plasm blocking das courtyard

And it was all out hell from there
Space really wasn’t quite the same
My hero must traverse the universe
In hopes of trampled uncoupled pod

But now I can feel the dreams of devided frustrations
Fransic thoughs overwhelm colliding with visions
Can take what is coming from deep non gravity
Don’t break out the captured mandle-babs