Friday, August 04, 2006

ah, what a degree of freedom I now have to spout wisdom on the middle east and mel gibson’s anti-semitic rants and Lindsay lohan’s hot dog heiress entrepreneurship now that no one reads this crap, it’s freed me artistically and politically. Now I can finally admit that I think Don Quijote was overrated. I’m reading Porno right now, which is fantabulous, and not like the drink at all. It’s the sequel to trainspotting. Yes, you know the one. And no I never read, per se and not per se, trainspotting, but I did see the movie. Have you ever done that? Read a sequel to a movie? I know, it’s one of the most jaw droppingly shock and awe campaign ideas you’ve (yes you captain of the nonexistent) have ever heard. I’m glad I like reading this crap & looking at pictures of kid flash and robin about to get his head blown off, because tres obvious, the brigade is gone and they took they’re ammunition with them. Well, I am going to see scanner darkly, as in post haste or hastily positive. I’ve heard good things. Congratulate me in advance and you might be the next contestant on delusional theatre. No you won’t. jeez, ferget it already. Would clipper even accept this tribulated diatribe? Calmate senor, all shall pass. Guess I’ll put my contacts in cuz these glasses are buggin the shit. Does all this mean that keanu reeves is actually a good actor and the juxtaposition of the earth’s plane is actually a cube? That would be a whole nother reason to hate Columbus day.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

What would you do for a Klondike bar, the man asked the cow who was sitting next to the bumblebee hive. It wasn’t a question, it was a statement, yet how could that possibly have been possible? He wasn’t trying to per se really ascertain what the man would do for said ice cream sandwich, more so it was an exercise in determination of if he could exert his control on the other man, make him jump through actual or metaphorical hoops in some kind of journey toward self-discovery, the ultimate problem with that being that self-discovery journey thru others is inherently impossible, at least in the author’s current line of thinking. Common sense would seem to back up this philosophy, but I’m not sure it’s even considered a philosophy, I mean, what is philosophy? That’s a question, but a rhetorical one. I don’t expect an answer, but the simple fact of non expectation doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be stoked out of my gourd to hear one.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

I guess nobody cares about weezer in relation to def lep in regards to my own idiocy and lack of musical knowledge. Whut can ya do? Well, you could sit and stir some cheese in that burgundy, or you could develop a whole new idiom of technology wrapped around the African swallow argument, in per se the ideologue that what the goose does or opinionates on may cause the gander so much revulsion and physical ill will to him or her self that violence may be unavoidable in reference to being enacted. with regards to the committee on verbosity, the eat a dick up section of the store is straight in the back along with the dr. phil books. Congrats.