10/2/2009 4:35:00 AM
krznpsk
damn it's hard to avoid logical fallacies when i've been drinking.
6/5/2009 12:46:00 AM
krznpsk
yeah pretty much the same as what i said last time, only this time i mean it for real.
8/12/2007 7:11:00 AM
krznpsk
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2/20/2007 2:56:00 AM
krznpsk
i forget why i bothered to do this but here i am. i neglected to consider my own well-being and here i am. i can taste the remnants of something terrible in my parched mouth but i forget what it was that i swallowed. the only evidence i have to work with is my own yellow teeth. and they are really yellow. it wasn't urine that i drank, but it might as well have been.
this is not a literary allusion to the fact that i drank alcohol earlier (which i did); but rather, a whimless pondering on a state of affairs which concerns me. i am satisfied. soooooooooooo fucking satisfied. so satisfied as to actually ask myself "why i awake at 3am?" as if there were something wrong with me.
i guess there's not anything wrong with me. but still, here i am. splendor fulfills me to the point of moderate contentment. such a thought strikes me only as awkward. any person with half a mind would assume something worse, as long as that person were me.
11/18/2006 1:30:00 AM
krznpsk
where wild doves fly, a solitary unicorn sits upon a rainbow over a river of blood. there are people rioting outside. helicopters fly over and drop confetti.
my shining nebula is flawed only in its gradual dissipation. love is a blight to my disease garden.
somewhere a loan shark is crying, because he's being beaten senseless by a more powerful loan shark.
and a happy november to all my friends
10/18/2006 10:45:00 PM
krznpsk
HOW GREAT IS THIS?
SO...
saw our mutual friend the other day at a soiree in hightstown. yeah, for the longest time, i was completely convinced that he was a speed freak. but as it turns out, he's just twitchy because of the painful abrasion therapy he has to undergo daily to survive. funny how we jump to conclusions about people and then it turns out our assumptions were so much prettier than the real truth.
i can't help but to get lost just imagining sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex sex that searing hot iron being pressed up against his neck... what would it feel like if it were my own...
3/8/2006 11:27:00 PM
krznpsk
ok, let me see. oh. shit. damn.
well... maybe if you stopped picking at it, the skin would heal.
what? how am i supposed to know? yeah, no shit. you need to go... yeah, exactly.
no, i don't have health insurance either. well, i don't know. joey has a prescription left over for some antibiotics and shit. you could always refill that and then you could take some of those and it wouldn't get infected so much. or whatever it is it's doing, maybe it'll stop or at least slow down. i'm sure it's not going to kill you, at least not for a while. just try the antibiotics for a little while. and try to find a full time job if you can, cuz you could really use a health insurance plan righta bout now.
3/8/2006 11:27:00 PM
krznpsk
things i am grateful for:
the miracle of life
ice cubes
money
jesus
notepad++
if a == b and b == c then a == c
new jersey
2/17/2006 5:11:00 PM
krznpsk
i am jehzkaabinal, bringer of light and poison. you will join my flock. you will taste the many poisons and see the lights which burn in all colors. you must bow down before me if you wish to bask in my countenance. i will make sure your family is happy and well fed while you are gone. you must follow me. can you make a commitment for once in your miserable life? the time is now. i feel that you are warming. you are the ripe clay with which i will mold a glorious new society. a new frontier. a world for us to live in together and create a master race. i am going to tear you apart and spread the little pieces of you across the land, after i make it all mine. and you will belong to me as well. and yes, there will be others. but you ... you are the premier. my chosen servant. yes, for the moment at least. i am not very trustworthy. but this thing that i am telling you right now, i assure you it is true, for the most part. you know that love is temporary, though. it's only human nature. i mean, i'm not jesus. i'm only jehzkaabinal. i am the bringer of light and poison.
1/27/2006 11:57:00 PM
krznpsk
i have been trying to write these little stories and compress them as much as possible so that it's impossible for the reader to get involved.
i still end up thinking afterwords, couldn't that have been a little more cheerful? why such cynicism? well, i guess i'm still sort of immature in that respect.
anyway, i can momentarily foster the illusion that i'm onto something and maybe i'll be able to harness it when i'm in my thirties or something. but for today, it's still better than anything that you could write, so you can just shut your stupid mouth, asshole.
submissions welcome krznpsk@y0lk.com
1/9/2005 2:03:00 AM
krznpsk
so here i am, writing into this absurd pile of nothing. filling the void. how was your day? mine was okay... i'm not sure if i remember what i did; it is awfully late.
let's see... i woke up, drank coffee, showered, smoked, then i went to denny's and ate some godawful pancakes. i felt like crap so i went home and lay down for a while to digest the poison. then i went somewhere else and blah blah blah and then there was a sandwich and maybe a movie or something but what for?
nah, i'm just fucking with you. the truth is, i woke up and ate a sandwich and that's pretty much it. it was a pretty average sandwich, too.
listen, i don't really have time to talk to you about sandwiches right now. it's 2:10 and i have to try to get some sleep.
12/28/2005 11:05:00 PM
krznpsk
i present to you "pumpkin the blue jay," a story i wrote right before the accident. things were so different then.
some day i know we'll look back on this and think of it as somewhat funny. and we'll look at pictures of ourselves and what our hair looked like back then and laugh some more.
no, actually that seems a little too farfetched. well, maybe I'LL look back on it and laugh, and then i'll think about you and i'll get drunk and then probably call my aunt and we'll have a good laugh about it. actually that doesn't sound so bad, either. so, whatever.
the other day i picked up this hitchhiker. he was wearing a backpack and these ridiculous sunglasses that were at least 25 years old. we ended up talking and i decided to take him to the record store so he could go buy the new brmc album. he wanted a ride back home too, but i had to go to work because it was like 8:40. so we said goodbye and then he told me to keep it real. what the fuck is that supposed to mean?
12/20/2005 11:59:00 PM
krznpsk
i don't feel like saying anything right now. just leave me alone okay?
12/9/2005 7:31:00 PM
krznpsk
it's 7:24 pm dec 9 2005 and i'm about to copy this file to the internet, then i'm going to, uh, clean my apartment, eat, and jab something sharply into my heart and after that i'll probably pick up some hitchhikers and talk to them about my problems.
life can be so great sometimes, momentarily. you know?
you can write for this magazine too. all submission to krznpsk@y0lk.com
11/1/2005 9:53:00 PM
krznpsk
Juliet Williskell.
8/10/2005 10:01:00 PM
krznpsk
can't you just be happy for me? god, what's wrong with you? you're so cynical. you know, they make pills for that.
david negley
wants you to write for y0lk. david negley believes in you. do you believe in david negley?
7/17/2005 7:22:00 PM
krznpsk
i started writing this melodrama to be played by cheapo voice synthesis people. you will love it.
unless you're going through a tough time right now and you don't find much enjoyment in... well, if that's the case then you should cheer up. we're all going to die someday, you know. probably sooner than you think.
here
6/6/2005 10:55:00 AM
krznpsk
y0lk is an e-zine which originated on BBS's in the early-mid 1990's. nobody actually knows when y0lk-001 was written. some say 1995. I personally think it was more like 1992... but don't trust me. there are years of my life i don't remember at all, permanently blacked out from my memory by drugs. heheheheh!
anyway, some people actually enjoyed this shit at one point. some people would actually contend that y0lk is the greatest e-zine of all time. they may be right, but that doesn't matter, because they are all sad pathetic losers who live with their parents and spend their days crying constantly about god-knows-what. i'm talking about all-out, unadulterated weeping. often in public.
so... what i'm trying to say is, if you're one of those people, here, i made a damned web site. go perpetuate your own misery, see if i care.
and if you're not one of those people, well... here's a bunch of text files written mostly by teenagers from new jersey.
by the way, i started writing y0lks again recently. you can easily see this by scrolling towards the bottom of this page. or just take my word for it, whatever.
y0lk is now accepting submissions. if you have internet e-mail access, write krznpsk@y0lk.com