No seriously. I've got a hand full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots. You people don't realize what my people have been through. Cases to sue comb and hat manufacturers have stalled before reaching the Supreme Court ( Read more... )

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So I was running and it was wicked nice out and beautiful and stuff because it's springtime. And a bus goes by. And not only was the diesel smoke all chokey and shit, but I could literally TASTE the smoke...IN MY NOSE. For a couple seconds, I thought to myself, "What the fuck!? I can taste through my nostrils!? Wow!" Then I remembered that there's ( Read more... )

RE:Definition, turning your play into a tragedy ( Read more... )

Why do the children attend the Universities? They do so because the Universities are affording them of the educations to be for the top of the Society with wealth, money, prestige, etc. etc. What is a good school for attending? I am of the thinking that Boston College of the Chestnut Hill, Massachusetts is a very excellent education. They give with ( Read more... )

For all you cyborgs out there, I'm sure that you've already noticed that I'm not writing from my usual IP address and that the profile of this computer is radically different than usual. For all you Purists of the ( Read more... )

Life is about growth, and growth is about life. No matter how thin you slice it, experiences contribute to your genesis as a human being, and that seems to be acutely apparent to me at this very moment. It always seems that breaks in my routine / periods of downtime / periods of lessened responsibility (a.k.a. summer and winter break) are packed ( Read more... )

i'm in rhode island, doing some mad cool shit. by that i mean i'm doing whatev-ja. you know, the old 1-2 1-2 ( Read more... )

Well, it's that time of day. Or should I say night. By that I mean, it's just past 3 in the ol' AM, and here I am, at my computer, writing to all you human beings out there. Why, do you ask? Well, I can't fucking sleep. I've been in bed for 2 hours, and to no avail. Well, I guess that means you have to listen to me write (sounds like this: clickety ( Read more... )

It is of my most humble (and consequently utterly insignificant) opinion that we’ve crossed a border that will eventually be our undoing. I’m speaking, of course, of that border which delineates traditional reality from the reality in which is encapsulated every thought, dream, nightmare, fantasy and cognizant artificial experience ( Read more... )