john connor

please stop telling me i'm john connor 

this is something for mitch reynolds to reference 

a side creation of my decadent diploma in a hartford empty room 

as in let's take all of this into account. decadent diploma has a seperate cartoon series. 

much like tasty moursels. 

you get me high

you get me bitter

you get me witty

you put me with this weeman character

who kisses ass to someone who works at z100 

and is a fraternity bitch 

and you get the hartford saga 

read it now @ forecastmazy what uhh diaryland im sure 

yes

yes it is

oh so hot

im so fucking awesome as a person

fuck you weeman 

i was going to be in PDT without being a bitch 

slick matt will decide if weeman is allowed to be apart of our corporations 

he says no 

now you have slick aids 

die

love, 

little nemo

limelight

we're going to make the hottest videos @ the limelight 

we'll call it slumberland productions 

love, 

little nemo

empty

please hold me as empty and plastic 

kurt cobain gave me the energy of a revolution to return the world to loving fashion 

and learning from the mistakes of the 1990s 

please do not stop looking at yourself in the mirror 

there are only so many days that i can stress

that as when this show began

i am ethan hawk and ben stiller's characters in reality bites 

how funny they both wanna fuck wynonna 

and i do too

but in all forms of life 

storytelling reality and evangelion got written so i could fuck christina ricci 

lust fuck. coke fuck. blood fuck. 

yay. 

love, 

little nemo

moby moments

another new york city metropolitan area kid from another. 

Darien boy. 

Escaped to New York City. 

My good friend Moby. 

A link to the same period of time I was downloading Moby b-sides. 

In the same house I used to use this kid I hated. 

And it's the same house I watched Fight Club in that I keep referencing back into the back of my mind. 

It's the fucking kid that in the world of tim willis' religion he said the soul of pete's son went into that kid when got put me in this body. 

whatever the fuck. 

I just wanted to reference moby. 

love, 

little nemo 

ps- i remember the kid b/c melonie mondello dated satanic dan. and she was a bitch. 

she dumped tim because he was a lamefuck. 

just want to give credit due. 

todays challenge

Psycho esoteric ramblings in the Apple Store. 

Getting hypnotized by nothing. It doesn't actually make sense. 

But I want to hit the fucking win button. So I guess that's really the challenge. 

The challenge is remembering that it's a T.V. show 

And that it's interactive everywhere 

and wanting to win for the sake of creating another day where I can shit on the people I hate 

and say fuck you fucking moralist christians 

we created the vampires of the future lust girls of goddess Isis and the realm of tomorrow 

but I'm really just saying the Limelight is open

oh and its all real. or backed by real shit i studied forever. 

Love, 

Little Nemo

NoDoubtNewRomenlloBlackJetta

So I went to the fucking land of nowhere (Bridgeport) to restore Jeanette Romenllo in this T.V. show. 

I thought I'd make sure that I put it down in writing. That it was worth it to restore Jeanette in my heart and in the series of artwork. 

Everyone else it was not for. Yes. I literally almost died. 

Literally was poisoned by a duchebag who I don't even know. 

This is not a metaphor. I get it because I've done the same thing before on the same amount of drugs for longer and nothing bad happened. I get it. I was poisoned. I get it. 

I don't get a fuck. You do not need to cushion it for me. 

It was worth it for Jeanette. 

It was not for Caitlin. 

It was not for Peggy's face. 

Yes, Harvey Weinstein pushed me to get there. Yes he is my God. 

And Mike (bloomberg). 

But on a personal level. 

An artistic level. 

On the fact that I recreated that series and completed Jane Lane day shit on Christie Cummings and almost died to restore Jeanette Romenello's place in the series so my words in Fairfield Connecticut (the book) meant something, had I died on that hospital bed it would have been worth it. 

It was not for Williamsburg or you fucking ugly Char. 

You've got your good thing and I've got mine. But Jeanette will be working @ the Limelight *(unless for some reason you want to go to Williamsburg). 

I will pay for you and your 5 to live somewhere in Manhattan *(unless you want the other thing). We'll take it from there. 

Thanks. Just for all to know. It's a note. 

Love, 

Little Nemo

Panic at the Disco

Staring a blog @ the Apple store. 

Sort of a flash through to shit on the idea of Silver Tiles and I being the same thing. 

Yes I fucking created the thing but I get off on the idea of Paris Hilton and I existing in this seperate realm of upper class kids and the Silver Tiles kids running around Williamsburg throwing 40 bottles @ each others head in a game of tag. Lazer tag. The Manhattanite over the ugly of Char's face. You like drama? Oh. And you thought I was trying before. 

Remember the episode of Silver Tiles when Caitlin put blogging on her profile. 

And everyone went and read the forecastmazy blog @ livejournal. 

And then you figured out who I was. 

I think you should have figured out then that Paris Hilton was going to be a bigger muse and greater inspiration than Caitlin was. Because really, let's face it, I'm fucking rich at heart.

And in real life I want to fuck Paris Hilton and run the Limelight. 

I did not want to run Skittles with Caitlin Rodriguez. But she's welcome to run the shit. 

Unless Paris Hilton and I decide otherwise. 

Love, 

Little Nemo