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don't hate me because i'm beautiful
It's so funny. I have a website I attempt to post writing upon. I post maybe once every month or two. It isn't much. A couple of people have found it and said they liked the words. But my own fucking cleverness has turned against me ( Read more... ) -
Halirious Personality Syndrome Stew
I find this sad, halirious, and quite accurate (as did the cemetaryman I stole it off):
My Personality
Neuroticism
99
Extraversion
21
Openness To Experience
92
Agreeableness
38
Conscientiousness
14
You are introverted, reserved, and quiet with a preference for solitude and solitary activities. Your socializing tends to be restricted to a few close friends ( Read more... ) -
RIP RAW
Robert Anton Wilson is currently dying of polio in a hospice. And he's flat broke.
Shit. -
So Alan...
...was just sentenced to three and half years imprisonment. -
a climactic fit of joy
I feel very young. And feel very keenly that I am supposed to be a man. Instead I caper like a fawn in a forest full of giggles. I also feel very tired and while I am happy at work, I come home and feel like some sort of outburst as exhaustion catches up to me. Bob bosses like a bitch. He is supposed to be a man too I guess, but acts like he ( Read more... ) -
Angry at the DJ
The angry phallus of science, the calming embrace of mysticism, banging away. "The Youth" are born passionate, intelligent, moronic, confused. My own university education is a combination of half-remembered anecdotes and canons of exaltation for reasons I can't remember why, and the experience-glimpsed but whimsical dreams of lofty lofty grandeur ( Read more... ) -
quote
"Tommorrow we shall meet,
Death and I -
And he shall thrust his sword
Into one who is wide awake.
But in the meantime how grievous the memory
Of hours frittered away"
- Dag Hammarskjold, "Thus It Was" -
dream
Another dream tonight. This time, a job interview in Hell. I was applying for a job making pizza. I went into their central, original, founding store, which had been turned into a night club as well as a pizza parlour, and it was dark, stroby, smokey... alien and sweaty, shoulders twisting and turning into your path, bald sweaty heads with ( Read more... ) -
RIP Hunter
So Hunter S. Thompson killed himself today. It's not fair. Today was utterly trivial. Hunter slipped away and I'm not sure anyone really noticed.
"Too wierd to live, too rare to die". I hoped that was true not of the Samoan, but of him.
This really, really sucks.