In the immortal words of the most reverend Old Dirty Bastard (aka Dirt Dog-aka Big Baby Jesus -aka Osiris - aka Liability) :

Nigg'a Please

...It is very early on a Tuesday mourning, we call it mourning because it is always sooooooooooooooo sad.  I think we can all regret reading Tuesday's with Morry -that loser was not worth 1% of my total sperm production between the ages of 17-23.  Still, the asleep is falling and that is a very bad sign- it is an interesting feeling the variety of ( Read more... )

On the last day before his crucifixion, Christ Jesus was sitting alone in the woods mulling over why the bean dip had not been the hit he had prophesied. "WOES ME, WHEREFORE THINE FORSAKE THIS BEANEQUE DIP!" -when from out of the mighty and vast expanses of nowhere a whirlwind appeared [with little or no regard for nearby vegetation which was ( Read more... )

...at least three times a day I have to find a mirror or a puddle of water, slicked with municpal oil of course, broken glass works too -I need these to look at myself more clearly than my feeble mind can picture on its own.  The mind needs the brain for this; each time I get a view [filtered through self-aggrandizing filters] -or- glimpse, rather ( Read more... )

Studying the effect of grammar on sentences is one of the more distasteful time-killers.  Grammar, and grammarians, offer nothing other than an artificially imposed order on communication.  Once Derrida demonstrated the futility of meaning it became clear that all the rules that we have are hog-wash,  like god and inspired authorship.  I am ( Read more... )

The spice packets for Ramen noodles contain no less than the following additives:
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Void.  This word  bests describes the content of the end product of sundry cognitive operations.  The head itself hurts with sleep deprivation and chemical withdrawal -an interesting place to be;  where nothing at all is yet something exists -even if that thing is pain.  The Buddhists refer to the ever present thing as suffering, everything is ( Read more... )

I take it the world has noticed that technology has led to a increasingly isolated fact of self.  As a pilot post, I intend to briefly state my reasons for adding to the landfill of user generated content.  Web logging is nothing new to me, the drama that can accompany it is also somewhat old hat.  I had a good friend threaten suicide on an old web ( Read more... )