July 10, 2010

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I liked it better without the teenie green had...;)

July 10, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMissy Hat Cat

flash gordon jacket

July 10, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterchris k

i lyk the head of ur kok

July 10, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterkorryyzz

god damn the censor

July 10, 2010 | Unregistered Commentere

already seen it besides its still viewable in cache. give us some new kok.

July 10, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterlily

Hang out with us in Ghent at Broomtown.


This is embarrassing.

July 11, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterlola

what did you give to your penis, to make him look like that?

July 11, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterappledada

i prefered the uncensored version but i'm happy the post is back! (is it back because it was asked for?)

July 11, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterlaine

Son - this sadness you permeate on your websicile comes from the anger you carry deep deep in the depth of your sleep. No one likes to be told nothing. If there was a jungle I would find you - eating something maybe your own leg hair like a fancy boy from America - you are a fancy boy from America 0000000 rooted deep down in desperate desire to be from another planet where hands lick instead of tongues - climb the rung you can't fall off nowhere to nowhere to be everywhere is everywhere go nowhere to love the angel you are, you beautiful beautiful boy of creative vibration

July 11, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJeff Tweedy

everybody's gay everybody's stalker

July 11, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterapplet

EVERYONE VISIT OUR BLOG ON JULY 22 of 2009 here on the lakeroom.

nothing new though since then, always the same stories, the same drugs and an endless flood of exchangeable / maybe even sometimes a little bit (only) disposable faces published here to entertain Adam' s fans. Though the more some take of his drugs the longer they stay published. Larissa without a needle ? photoshop.

Just go to that date : type in "thelakeroom.com 22 July 2009" at google and open the site.

classy novel ! read it and enjoy !

I'm love your crazy commentaters... almost as interesting as your blog !

July 12, 2010 | Unregistered Commentersogladyournotdead

who knew censorship can still cockblock you. it's not fair to proud penis owners and their stalkers.

July 12, 2010 | Unregistered Commentersis

... How could I miss the UNCENSORED post ?!?!?!?!?

July 12, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterლ◕‿◕ ლ

This is AMAZING.

July 12, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterAbi

I appreciate the picture of the redwood. I understand that the real reason of this post was to show all this wood and then only have one picture of a tree. There are a lot of dead trees out there and I'm not talking about the band! Well done Adam! You're using your hands to fill the world with wood again. Keep it up.

every proud penis stalker is a humble williamsburg hipster owner. do they say PWNED today? driggs ave for the win

July 13, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterapplet

Foreign perspective hi everybody this is my first English book any publishers come and publish me I have some other stuff laying here, damn, adam if you don’t write this down on your bootey you lose

Just when she had finished the cocksuck for her employee she ran out of the store see whether her elephant had escaped. Fortunately it was still still grazing in the middle of nowhere, eating blue blossoms topped with black blouses on a beige background blurred and giving her the blues. She, Marta, the elephant maid was pregnant again. After all she had gone through, the family she had raised, the way she had made out of the most northern quoin of the Bronx, the education she had claimed and that she had finally got, the thousands and thousands of miles she had let behind her on nearly every motorway in the States, the prostitution she was forced to force her proboscis to, the detox, the career she had finally started as a gogo dancer in a small dance club for semi-colonial music and that she had given up when she had already got to the top of Deutsch Punk Records. She had given it up because of the child. Rosemarie, colonel chichiman the thirdess, the pseudo sweet little elephant man that was born only 30 minutes after the director of her former school had violated her with her leaning in a 39 degree angle against the refrigerator. Colonel chichiman turned out to be a boy who attracted cranes so that soon prince Igor Stylovsky Fifth of Driggs Ave came to bring the pregnancy wrapped in a blue recyclable paper back.
That was why Marta grinned so grimly that afternoon. However Papelo Barattopolo, the only crane with two good hearts was flying over them and just taking a shit on some companions faces, which amused the queen of France and her friendly decapitated husband kazoo orchestra.
Jim Cacapittolo who had been one of her middlest husbands ever seen acclaimed loudly his own thought at that moment.
His thought contained one of the wisest observation of his past life and certainly of this whole blitz novel.
Men’s Health was in fact the only Women magazine for men.
Grandmaster Marie Therese acclaimed as well and lent him her other ear, for, as she remarked, wisdom is a gay virtue and virtues in general are stupid sometimes.
Coccobello hadn’t anticipated this great flatulum, which burst his head into two bananas and two and a half men (0.75 of which was crying like a steakhouse).
The world rode over and the court and the animals and Marta left her child in an esoteric kindergarten which was kinda colorful but without right angles.
And the lion said roar roar and the elephant meant crunch crunch and the pig remarked yukale yukale and the ant said come on man come on man, and the crane said chimpa chimpa and the tablefoot said ouch ouch and the greeniebeenie said hollalla hollalla and marta said tocala tocala tocala tocala. And finished, bitch.

July 13, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterapplet

You really look stupid, aren't these pictures supposed to be private?

It's sad that you're not enough creative or clever to put something interesting on the piece of shit that your blog is.

I am ashamed to have bought a cd from you !

Have you thought about suicide?It can be a solution to all of your problems! (oh, no I forgot you were a POSER)

July 13, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterPfffffff

@ applet

I have an opinion, therefore, I am qualified to be a literary critic. I find your novel touching and sincere. It is frankly a little formulaic, but, since this is your first English novel, that will be forgiven. A great outsider perspective, reminds me of a mix between "A Fine Balance" and "How to Succeed in Business: 7 sure fire ways to turn from zero to CEO". I loved the line: "Men's Health was in fact the only Women magazine for men." Truly an insightful line that stands out amongst a million other inspiring and thought provoking lines. Bravo!

thank you xavier, we are both lucky today, because i happen to be the bavarian joseph conrad and now please let me know: are you really a literary critic or are you just as semiironic and midsincere as i am? we are lucky either way i guess...

July 13, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterapplet

Ah, it takes one to spot one I guess. You found me out, I am no literary critic. I am merely existing on the border of sincerity because this tone of being is the only thing I find really amusing. I was still being heartfelt about my favourite line though, it is brilliant.

Also, if you are Joseph Conrad, then I am Charles Marlow.

I meant the bavarian one, and finally oscar wilde pwns us all because our sarcasm will never be that random, I fear but this blog seems to be a good forum for to-be sarcasm support groups, I already feel relieved

July 13, 2010 | Unregistered Commenterapplet

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