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[09 May 2009|01:01am] |
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Do not bitch at me for putting shit in the recycling bin, when that's what it's fucking there for, unless you've designated some other use for the gigantic blue bin with the recycling symbol on it.
And stop going through my garbage.
Fucking crazy-ass troll.
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| Heliotrope: III |
[02 Aug 2008|01:21am] |
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Hybrid - Finished Symphony |
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IT'S FINISHED.
I HATE IT, BUT I DON'T CARE.
That's all I have to say about that.
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| I update sometimes. |
[14 Apr 2008|02:19am] |
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I'd like to know who woke-up one morning and decided they should have Anne Rice write the introduction to a collection of pieces by Franz Kafka. I'd like to know so that I can hack off their fingers and toes, feed them individually into a meat grinder, sculpt the resulting product into a tightly-compacted sphere and shove it down their throat, fisting their esophagus until they choke to death on their own bile.
"Kafka was one of the writers who showed me the way," she says.
Showed you the way? Showed you the way to what? Conjuring insufferable filth?
"When I tried to speak in my words, vampires and witches took over the narrative, outcasts garmented in human flesh but fatally divided from all things human. I felt I had no usable writing talent for these times."
And what in the name of Satan's left testicle convinced you otherwise?
Oh, wait. That part comes later. You were in a bookstore. You happened upon Kafka. You read "The Metamorphosis". You fell under the impression that vampiric rockstars are the artistic equivalent of a man transforming into a cockroach. How fortunate for us. Why the hell couldn't it have been a copy of Flowers in the Attic? Why?
"Kafka became a model for me, a continuing inspiration." I'm 3/4 of the way through your heartfelt introduction and you have yet to stop trying to elevate your work from the ranks of discount book bins to the pillars of Oprah's book club. It's not working. It's at this point you should be aware of the fact that you're actually making Kafka look bad. Seriously, of all the writers they could have picked, why you? Was Stephen King too busy?
"Seventy years after his death, art has finally begun to catch up with him." For once, I must agree with you. Salvador Dali. Wassily Kandinsky. René Magritte. Max Ernst. These people knew nothing of metaphor or surrealism. They failed entirely to comprehend abstraction. It took today's "modern photography, dance, painting". It took reality TV. Finally, Franz Kafka means something.
Thank you, Anne. Thank you.
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| Mundus vult decipi. |
[09 Feb 2008|01:04am] |
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Underworld - Holding the Moth |
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Think I will bring my laptop on Sunday. Won't seem right, otherwise. If it succumbs to the cold, I can always use it as a shield. Or bash someone with it.
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| I couldn't resist. |
[04 Feb 2008|04:24am] |
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Battle Royale |
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"When in doubt, duct tape it." - Mimura Shinji, Battle Royale (English manga version)
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| Concurrent animosity. |
[14 Oct 2007|04:07am] |
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Bent - Always (Ashley Beedle Remix) |
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A brief Kakashi/Obito altercation. Purloined from a very short RP session. Mostly dialogue. Posted because I love these two, even at their worst, and know of a few people who will derive some level of enjoyment out of it. Kakashi would be me. Obito is David.
( Follow the white rabbit. )
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| Bloody Meme |
[26 Aug 2007|09:38pm] |
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Underworld - Dirty Epic |
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Tagged, because Tohma is a bastard an ass fungus.
- Pick your birth month.
- Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you.
- Bold the five-ten that best apply to you.
- Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months under a lj-cut.
- Tag 12 people from your friends list.
OCTOBER:
Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.
Thank you for subjecting me to that.
I'm not tagging anyone - if you want it, take it.
( Birth months. )
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[24 Jul 2007|12:32pm] |
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Underworld - Cups |
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Obito Uchiha: I went for Ethiopian food yesterday.
Yondaime: They have food in Ethiopia?
Kakashi Hatake: What do you do, pay $5 for a plate with nothing on it?
Obito Uchiha: No!
Obito Uchiha: It was more like $10.
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[19 Jul 2007|09:27pm] |
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I remember why I never check my voice mail now.
It's all heavy breathing and messages from South America.
Zzzz.
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| There's a little child running 'round this house and he never leaves. He will never leave. |
[17 Jun 2007|09:05am] |
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Radiohead - Fog (live) |
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I located my prescription under a stack of paintbrushes.
How it got there is beyond me.
Thank you to those of you who expressed their concern over my embattled toe. Despite having inadvertently whacked it again it hasn't fallen off yet.
Still working on that Heliotrope update. Torn between plot development and gratuitous smut. Veering dramatically toward the latter.
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[16 Jun 2007|07:05am] |
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Naruto Shippuuden |
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Now that I want to find the prescription I had no intention of using it is, of course, nowhere to be found. Odd, considering I meant to hang on to it for a while, even if I did have no intention of using it, because I'm stubborn and contrary, but this is not new news.
Just as well, perhaps, that I'll be paying a visit to the doctor some point during the week to inquire about the well-being of my pinky toe. Pinky toe? Is that anatomically correct? Fuck, there's got to be a better name for it than that. Baby toe isn't exactly a categorical improvement. Either way, it's curving beneath my foot after taking a rather unprecedented beating and is currently wavering in colouration somewhere between dark purple and black. It won't move, at all, but then I don't recall a time when it ever really did. It doesn't really hurt. It just lies there and looks increasingly pathetic.
Reminds me of several people I know.
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| Lost in space. |
[02 Jun 2007|06:37pm] |
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Your analogy was grotesquely misplaced.
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[12 Apr 2007|01:39am] |
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Kurt Vonnegut is dead.
Can't say it comes as a surprise, but he will be missed.
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| Let it end. |
[10 Feb 2007|05:20am] |
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This book is driving me fucking nuts. It's not that it's bad - it's too bloody good. I've been reading the same fucking page for the last week. It's agonizing. I'd like to finish the damned thing and I'd be fine with reading it again and again until the pages are falling out and the binding is coming apart, held together by approximately half a roll of duct tape (this is what my dictionary looks like), but at this rate I'm more likely to lose all my teeth first. Then again, if it was any less profound it wouldn't be the same.
It is too late. The Evacuation still proceeds, but it's all theatre. There are no lights inside the cars. No light anywhere. Above him lift girders old as an iron queen, and glass somewhere far above that would let the light of day through. But it's night. He's afraid of the way the glass will fall -soon- it will be a spectacle: the fall of a crystal palace. But coming down in total blackout, without one glint of light, only great invisible crashing.
- Gravity's Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
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| Tedium and tediosity made flesh. |
[30 Jan 2007|10:40pm] |
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Underworld - Mmm Skyscraper, I Love You |
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I have nothing against people decorating their cars. If they want to make them look like they were spat out of a hippie-infested drug den, that’s all right. However, I saw something the other day which I found profoundly offensive. It wasn’t even one of those American flag magnets I enjoy ripping off peoples’ bumpers and seeing how far I can throw it. Might feel more rewarding if I was actually American, but moving on. This car was desecration on wheels. It took everything pure and holy in the world and transmuted it into an abomination. I had immediate doubts as to the sanity of the driver. Who the fuck in their right mind puts a lime green racing stripe on a black Mercedes? Insanity. I barely looked at the car while concentrating on the sidewalk and clasping my bible tightly in my right hand (actually, it was a copy of Gravity’s Rainbow, but that’s beside the point). At the intersection the vehicle stopped suddenly, made a u-turn, came down the street where I was cringing in horror, and stopped. The driver stopped, rolled down his window, and asked me if I wanted a ride. The extent of their lunacy revealed, I glared at him and responded with the usual.
“I’d rather soak my head in a vat of hydrochloric acid.”
I wish I was making this up.
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| A while without stickers. |
[19 Jan 2007|03:57am] |
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Underworld - Born Slippy |
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How often do you pray to them when they're gone? Every week? Every day? Every hour? How many notes have you written? How many books have you filled? How many?
The ink is already starting to fade.
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