| 3/28/2005 06:37:00 PM |
[ don't ask me where i'm from ]
there is something menacing and magical about this place, which is rarely revealed and never spoken of. it's in our hearts and in the breeze, in the brick and blood, but whenever we speak it comes out sour. blessings are not in style. and there's not much poetry (even though anything is poetry if you claim it is!). my life is a sailboat, lost at sea. |
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| 3/22/2005 12:52:00 AM |
[ eeexcellent ]
this from: So You've Decided to be Evil... although. I guess I shouldn't really reveal it. hmm. Ah well. Maybe it's more like a job offer. "Experienced Evil-Doers Wanted: world dom. startup-- $10/hr, competitive health package, see our corporate mission below..."
Evil Plan (tm)!
Your objective is simple: World Domination.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Madness
Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first seduce a pope. This will cause the world to whisper among themselves, amazed by your arrival. Who is this demented madman? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in a supervillain costume with gimmicks?
Stage Two
Next, you must desecrate the Moon (ooh, tides!). This will all be done from a island of mu, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will weep uncontrollably, as countless hordes of mean english teachers hasten to do your every bidding.
Stage Three
Finally, you must reveal to the world your corporate takeover, bringing about something that's really metal. Your name shall become synonymous with the spice girls, and no man will ever again dare take your lunch money. Everyone will bow before your dashing good looks, and the world will have no choice but to fall madly in love with you. |
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| 3/18/2005 01:56:00 AM |
[ dying of dialogue ]
this semester is a lesson in karma, a goofiness workshop, a lecture on the importance of importance and the unimportance of making sense. there's a story, that i'm writing as i write, about a man who has no mind and his twin who has no heart. well... his twin has a baboon heart and he has a computer for a mind, but that's besides the point. the point is... the head bone is connected to the heart bone! and if one isn't fooly enough, if you're insufficiently zany, then things break down. the ceremony of innocence is lost and anarchy is loosed upon the world. many are shams, very few are shamans. what's real is the self. the shellfish, selfish, selfless, self. accept no substitute, satisfaction guaranteed. where there is a will there is wu wei. and as senyor robbins says: it is what it is.
you are what you it.
there are no mistakes. |
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