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Back in the old Greek times there lived a man named Orpheus. Loved
his wife, took it easy on the ouzo, played a mean guitar. Upstanding guy.
So what did the almighty gods do? They fucked with him. Made his life
Hades. Why? 'Cause that's what those in power do to those of us with
none.

People live their whole lives thinking they know who they are. Husband, mother, son, lawyer, doctor, pizza delivery boy, Baptist, Jew, Muslim, Italian, Irish, Black, White, Yellow, male, female. Then something comes along and blows all those illusions to shit and you're left with the truth. The lonely, terrifying truth.

Clark Kent is the secret identity of Superman. I never understood why Superman needed a secret identity. Listen, if I'm invulnerable, right, all the chicks want me, why would I disguise myself as a four-eyes wimp? The truth: Superman is schizophrenic. Mmm-hmm. Yeah, Superman's id is fucking with his superego. The man's conflicted, no doubt about it

Yeah, who cares who lives or dies in prison? We read the names in the morning paper and they mean nothing to us. They're faceless. Truth is, we don't wanna put a face on 'em. We don't want to know who they really are. Because then it might hit too close to home, and home is what it's all about, right? Making a home no matter where you are, no ( Read more... )

The printing press changed the world forever, and for the better.
Bibles got printed in vernacular rather then Latin, bringing God out of the
dark ages, out of dark corners, for ordinary folks like you and me. But
imagine old Gutenberg at a newsstand today. Think he'd be proud of paving
the way for Jugs, High Times, and Soldier of Fortune?

In the beginning was the word. And the word was with God and the word was God. So from the starting gun, it's all about the word. All about communication. Couple million millennia go by, along comes man. God wants somebody to chat with. Turns out man wants more then that. Man wants the gossip page and phone sex, reruns of Seinfeld and auctions in ( Read more... )

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Now there's a mind
fuck if I ever heard one. The good side of my will is the road to damnation.
Fuck, why even try being good? And if good intentions take you to the lake
of fire, where do bad intentions lead?

Goldfish. They live their whole lives in 30 second intervals. Every half minute their little brain forgets what the last half minute of their life was like. In other words when this little goldfish is happy, he thinks he has been happy his whole life since his whole life was only 30 seconds ago. When this little goldfish is hungry he thinks he has ( Read more... )

Well Surgery is done and I am alive. Everything still hurts, but is getting better. Back to work On new years Day because I am a friggin Idiot. Oh well back to sleep at my desk.