Almightygosh

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The Greatest Story Ever Told by Almightygosh, literature

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The Greatest Story Ever Told

The Almighty Guardian of all that is fairly pure, the sentinel of all that is hug worthy, the Almighty Gosh sits at his post, chuckling his annoying chuckle, and staring at a photo above his bedside of a kitten crying. He hates crying so much. That is because after living in denial for the past half a year he has grown quite irritated to say the least; watching the people be merry, and he openly admits he wants more out of life that the puppy laden lies he is served every day. He is 29, enjoys collecting boxes from antique toys, which he does employing mainly the amazing stamina and power of Ebay. His addictions include tobacco, home shopp

Mediocre by Almightygosh, literature

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Mediocre

It was on a cold September morning, as young Billy Bo Bangles swangles from his bippity bed, his long rubbery limbs falootin about, his individual Caucasian leaning toes wiggling forth and back, as his mouth stretched far and wide, showcasing his single tooth and his voice let out a yodelin' yawn. He opened his pookeedoo peepers, two eerie soulless knobs, glaring emptily as the sounds of Joplin rang about him. His alarm clock danced and swangled to the rhythm of the music until Mr.Bo Bangles pulled out a large rubber gun, letting the alarm clock, as it did every morning, quietly lose its hop and crawl into the desk, shaking in its own shadow.

By SuperGod -c- by Almightygosh, literature

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By SuperGod -c-

Hark, hear you the noise? Speak to me honestly—Do you hear the ring of greatness!? Tell me, oh tell me, do you smell the reek of the divine, feel you not, the eighth awaking of SuperGod©!? Yes, my friends, he awakens, rippling his spectacular SuperGod muscles, arranging his Cape Most Divine, and placing upon his skintight SuperMask© mask, so no Earth man could ever know his mortal alias. Watch him as he takes in his hurricanes of fresh air and marches forth from his room, his spectacular feet causing Earthquakes that destroy the wicked gentlefolk and awaken satanic volcanoes which destroy as many poor people as they desire. SuperGod chuckles

Vomit is Funny by Almightygosh, literature

Fingers by Almightygosh, literature

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Fingers

Mujik slid the arm directly from the pile of death's pile and looked upon the finger. There was a little ring on it, a small gold one. Not worth much. No The boy ripped the ring off, sending skin and burns flying, turned it about in front of his nose. He sniffed it quietly, loving that stale smell which emerges from the deadest of things. It was so delicious, so very delicious. He lifted the finger into the air and looks at it, fragmenting the sunlight. He stoops down, and glares at it, as it quietly wiggles into itself, a turd calling for help. A pause ensues. Mujik stared at it stupidly for a moment and quietly began to nibble on the finger

Strewn in Darkness by Almightygosh, literature

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Strewn in Darkness

Once upon a land deep in the bowels of time's memories, there was a little village deep within the sands, where men hunted each other for sport of for humor, where babies crawled about with knives strapped to their heads, where women's work was always in the morgues, and the men's job was to attempt to hunt down and defeat whatever threat faced them then. Be it witchcraft, Mooremen, God, the Devil or the almighty Gerus which live beneath the satin waves, and after the last bullet was fired into the final teranese fish, one of the men slowly realized that there was little else left to conquer. At first, this was little farce of a problem, a jo

TackedonEndingfor a WeepingHam by Almightygosh, literature

Literature

TackedonEndingfor a WeepingHam

Fredirick continued to stare long into the window in front of him, long after the shopkeeper has closed up to go home, long after the women at the shop window have left, long after the gawking teenagers have stopped mindlessly glaring at the dead cat hanging from a lamppost, Feredrick was there, glaring, and he would glare long through the glass as night crawled about him and the pineapple tinged ham continued to spin deep under the heating lamps. The boy has never seen an odder sight, and when the scum of the streets began come out into the night, the child ran home, his small knobby kneed legs quietly snapping beneath his thick greasy glaze

But the Ham Represents Life by Almightygosh, literature

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But the Ham Represents Life

Fredirick ran home as fast as he could, as fast as his little legs would carry him, and as fast as his little heart allowed him to race home, and he quietly crawled into his bed, the Hells of his life spinning in front of him. He sighed and quietly lay there for a couple moments. It happened again. Each one of the moments, still in his mind. He closed his eyes. Someday they would merge into one. He quietly lay there. Someday he would become them. He didn't quite remember the fellow, but he remembered the bench. He remembered what was happening about. He was sitting down, and staring into the window in front of him, waiting for his father. He

SuperGod -c- Live in Concert by Almightygosh, literature

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SuperGod -c- Live in Concert

He strides into the concert hall, 30 minutes late, the audience cheering, decapitating their surroundings, yelling for all that they desire but cannot obtain, screaming about, vomiting up their intestine, waiting for him to take the stage. Vince Markusman waits about near the door, waiting for an autograph and some chunks of teeth. Vince is a good man. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar. The door swings open and SuperGod enters the hall, to the cheer and roar of his organless crowd. He hears the cheering, it builds his image. It makes him a stronger man. The audience prays for him to begin the performance, and he chuckles softly, and begins

The Damned by Almightygosh, literature

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The Damned

Creelson knew he was damned. Anyone who took one look at the man knew he was damned. No surprise there. However, shock with death, is indeed shock, and Creelson looked down at his feet. Hooty Joe was dead. As was Eliph. A month of starving, a month of beatings. A month of the smell of fear, the smell of sweat, madness and anger. The smell of blood, coughing fits. And the sight of that disgusting tepid colored wallpaper laughing at them with its pale past. Creelson sat, quite happy with himself, and began to clean his face. It wouldn't come off. He didn't know whose was what. It didn't matter. He'd die in here someday. He felt himself grow hun

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Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Emerson College
Favourite genre of music: Ragtime Muzik foo!
Favourite style of art: Indie Wierdness
Shell of choice: Koopa
Wallpaper of choice: LolCats, of course!
Skin of choice: Viet Cong Man-of-War Jellyfish Skin
Favourite cartoon character: Michigan J. Frog

Favourite Visual Artist

Chris Ware, W. Eisner, Frank Quietly, Jack Kirby, Crumb, Tim Sale, T. Neely, Darwyn Cooke, Paul Pope

Favourite Movies

Ed Wood, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, Brazil, Triplets of Belleville

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

David Bowie, Frank Zappa, Gorillaz, Gruff Rhys, TMBG, Gnarls Barkley, George Gershwin, Ragtime

Favourite Writers

Dave Eggers, Hunter S. Thompson, Alan Moore, Kurt Vonnegut, Zadie Smith, Grant Morrison

Favourite Games

Sonic the Hedgehog 2, Poke'mon: Red, Super Mario Land

Favourite Gaming Platform

Original Game Boy

Tools of the Trade

#2 White Sable Brush, Nib Pen, 2 Width Drawing Pencil, Hilariously tiny paper

Other Interests

Comic Books, Film, Wierdness

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Almightygosh

May 4, 2007

My Emersonian Endavours

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Hey hey, As many of you may no, vy day I am indeed an Emerson film major, and the four miniscule videos I made can be found here--> http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=robolizard . Comment on them, I'd like to know what you think! -Alex

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Almightygosh

Jan 11, 2007

What does it (all) mean!?

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Greetings comrades. I'm currently working on a comic strip wherin I attempt to answer the question what does it mean? or, 'what does it all mean?'. If you have any answers to that feel free to say them. All responses are appreciated. Thanks a bunch. -Alex [ps- you can respond in images]

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Almightygosh

Jan 11, 2007

Greetings Friends!

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Some poor souls who attempted to read my 'literature' have been wondering what comes first and what is soonest, and damned thier eyes by reading the uber-pointless tenth grade opus 'The Damned'. There's a fun idea  there... but come on... Anyway, just quickly- the list is most recent to not as...recent... College- Elmo TMX- This was my audition for a Daily Show like program at Emerson, and it is about the new tickle me elmo. [http://youtube.com/watch?v=o4x-VW_rCSE&mode=related&search=] Horrific stuff. I'll add the video to the story explanation, its essential. Wonderpals- An audition piece for the 'Emerson Comedy Workshop'. I really like