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yes


quite correct


10/10 on acute observance


0/10 on funny however


you remind me of a troll i met at saforums in 1998.

My girlfriend walks up to me:

sez:

we're all going to die alone

she pauses
then leaves

putting things in her purse like only women know. arranging her scarf like only women know. disappearing the way only women know.

we can't say anything. we're guys. this is her prerogative. not ours.

REWIND/FASTFORWARD

we're sitting at the same bar, talking about things that don't really concern us but for this evening, they do. it's an expensive place with cheap heineken and the sambucca was pissed in yesterday.

THE COFFEE THERE NEVER ATE A DOG.

now i'm alone. did i ever have a girlfriend? what is this thinking?


and i'm thinking: the only reason i have 95% of my friends is because i grew up with them. no, i never had that girlfriend. i want that girlfriend now. i want to tell her, after a cup of lazy tea: let's run away. let US live in the clich?©. and she would understand and feel not necessarily the same as me yet. she would see the validation in running away. disappear.


There is only you and me.


There is only you and me.


No family, no ties, no history but the one we create ourselves.

And we will think: This is the seed. We are the seed.
We will reread V for Vendetta yet again. and we will wonder: are we the bombers?


The suit enters. He calls us to the carpet. This is the end. This is not going anyway. Perhaps, he sez, you are the seed.
But, he says, it doesn't matter. we have created the seed. we have created the new dna for the new capitalism, ah, he sez, aren't we the bombers?

Who are you wondergirl? Let's run away from the suit aswell. Let's run. There's nothing here if we stay anyhow. But our friend says. but our family says.


Tradition they say. norms they say. the future they say.


It comes to pass that i believe the sisters of mercy.

give me your love

or


give me your gun

and i'm thinking, contemplating:

in your vacuum cleaners
your homevideos
your suicide attempts and successes
not really interested in your scientific explanations to why there is no god
or why the soul really is an at-field
you study the nature for an answer to a question you long since ever cared about
you no longer stop and think about the mechanics driving you or those around you

you're breathing, aren't you?
YOU ARE LIVING!
You're walking the pastures of green in the weekends with your lovely wife and you're german shepherd.
You've borrowed a cabin from a friend too where you can have time for a short romance with your loved one. You feel that the weekends should be used for recreation. You're a christian even though you aren't part of any sect at all.
You sit at your desk, emotionless. You don't have time to feel depressed or hate your job. You got a job, it pays good, it pays your mortgages. It will give you a cabin of your own in a few years.
Is that the plan?

Live
then
Work (be a husband)
then
Retire
then
Live
then
Tell your children and grandchildren a story with a moral you've adapted yourself so that you can tell this particular story. And you sacrificed so much for that story, didn't you? All those years of work, endless toil to pay the mortgages and the cabin.

Where you and your wife still think that it's romantic.

Is this you?

Will you ever again take a look at yourself? Or was that a highschool fling. A summerflirt.
The dame you should have married with.

Or should you?

Is this tormenting you?

Are there any questions in your life?

Or is it filled with semicolons, exclamationmarks and dots?

Is this a question in itself?

But,
as I was saying
we're not really interesting
we're not hiring

I think, personally, you should join something else.

Religioniser!

(why are we doing the lmno thing?)

found both neverwhere and american god to be a tad dull.  okish but not more. sandman is also quite okish but never compares to the likes of moore, morrison and sometimes ellis.

none. good omens.  :idea:

because we all really deep down inside want to be the knight in shining armor and that brings forth all our ehm how do you say "lesser worth complexes etc" knowing that you like pr0n too.. that's like being beaten in a game of backgammenw which you're fairly new at and then wants to bring it on at a game of chess which you fkin pwns in only to know that he pwns you within ten minutes.




or it's the old shame thing still hanging on from the 50's or whatever

thank you thank you

ya far too kind

you really are

oh jesus this is funny.

Is this fabio with wind in his hair? quite braindead and "chippendales gorgeous" (as a friend coined it)?

Seeing as I haven't done this I do it now.


The infant child it lies
dreaming infant dreams and cries out in it's waking dream:
Hotsuma! Hotsuma!
The toddler of dreams does not think
yet percieves all sins and dirty thoughts

it cries:
Hotsuma! Hotsuma!

When will the blunderbuss become the DJ of dreams yet again?

Wearily the mother had the shortest straw staggering into the childs room all painted in babyblue

Hotsuma withdraws to the shadows thinking:
why these colours? why these colours for the innocent infants?

the mother sshes her little babyboy and lifts him up says poor boy was it a bad dream

Hotsuma the baby cries but is drowned in wail
Hotsuma come for me
Hotsuma, where is blunderbuss and the dj of dreams?

And Hotsuma, in the shadows think: The children are marked from an early age. Their conditioning begins the minute knowledge of pregnancy is born. They are damned thrice when introduced to their babyblue rooms. This is their prison aswell as it was mine.

Sssshh goes the mother
Hotsumaaaaaaaaaa! goes the toddler as the scream reaches the pineal gland
Hotsuma sees hope in the activation yet knows he fails in this most important task
Ssssh goes the mother and the child cries for Hotsuma now more

The Blunderbuss, the dj of dreams walks solemly through the shadows of this world that holds us. Hotsuma he hears Hotsuma cries the infants begging for release from their prisons.


And Hotsuma, the Blunderbuss of dreams for the dj walks.

Budweiser drinker!

Seriously though, have you tasted the 'original'?

The czech budweiser budw/var?


yummy.

BLOOD!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOODTHRONE SKULLS FOR THE SKULLTHRONE!

Commie!

if you = going to scandinavia
if you = feel like it
then you = log back in and hit me with a pm

now i wanna do something too....

I don't know why, but this tarkovsky piece is brilliant. So brilliant that it made me write this.