twisted_black_spade

Thought Bubbles From Deranged Koi
2003-05-09 01:46:47 (UTC)

slacking? am i?

im slacking off. ive written noting worthwhile today,
although i did point out to a faithful reader where she
could locate a quiznos in her area. how nice of me.
got me some Infected Mushroom and am listening to it now.
tried to find Two Towers, kitten, but no luck. guess i will
just have to do as i did with Fellowship and see it at 2 am
with a close friend. hmmmmmm. heh.
its funny to listen to songs such as "Little Fluffy clouds"
and have WMP set on Battery:cominatcha. between that and
The Doors of Perception, i think ill go far in this world.
heh. rereading The Dharma Bums for like the elevinty
billionth time for inspiration. i think i have grass
growing in the corner of my room. actually, it kinda looks
like its dying. just one piece. i was gonna closer
investigate, but what the hell. ill let nature run its
course.
i find it amusing that the masses of people are either
unaware or that we model language as we do to save time,
kinda 1984-ish. my comments about drugs some posts back is
one example. grass is another. grass, by defination, is a
weed. yet when we talk of weeding the yard, we mean all
save grass. we want grass. so if we "de-weed the yard" what
were really saying is that were going to "try and get rid
of all the weeds except for the grass throughout the yard".
sure, i can see where that would save time, sort of like
using pronouns when an object is known, but does it really
help the "knowlege is power" therom that the government
puts out? the government puts out the drug things too.
maybe theyre trying to lead us to believe that we know more
than we actually do. of course, thats not hard as "the more
you know, the more you know you dont know" thats a lot
of "o"'s in there. my stomach is beginning to regret me
eating that carmel corn. ick. carmel corn and ramen mixes
not. oooh oooh, what happens if i hit the escape key now?
all my thoughts go splat.
"...maybe there is still one good cat"
--me--

im looking at the evil black jug, full of hate and pain and
torment for this weakening body. a cure for sickness, a
cure for health, a cure for lonliness, a cure for friends.
drinking deep draughts i breathe in the ochre and taste its
glory. to the skys i fly onto the terra firma on which my
feet rests softly. i can transmutate solid metal to
carbonated liquid with one clink and a pointing motion. our
joy comes from within, from that which we put in our
bodies, or the bodies of others. i am aneroxic and a
glutton. i am all your sins within a moral code. i am you,
but uglier, taller, more hairy, more whimsical. i am the
game we always played but no one told me the rules. i am
the RAM in the printer. i am the burnt wick in the candle.
i am life. i am death. i am the saddleless pale horse. i am
the driver in the hearse. i am all. i am nothing. you can
see me in the corner of your eye in your dreams. i exist in
the fringes of society. i am your friend.




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