The Mind Is A Dangerous Place

Things that should boggle the mind but do not

Saturday, June 19, 2004

So here I am, blogging again. For what I ask.

I have nuttin to blog about.

I am bored.

I don't wanna study. Nor return damn library books. I think I have fines to pay. Damn library. I think that's where they make money. The money they keep and horde and placed in the basement. And when the world enters the next ice age, the money is burnt. Not the books. The money. Who needs money anywaes? Life would be better. The world wouldn't be so round. I wouldn't be fat.

Friday, June 18, 2004

The man stands and watches a flower.
He stands under skies made grey from smoke and ash.
He stands on patches of yellow grass, spotted with
evidence of acid rain.
The flower grows on such grass.

The man stands and watches a flower.
He is warm within the cold, he has a wolf pelt jacket
and bear skin gloves.
His boots only the whitest of the polar king's fur.
His breath makes wisps of their ghosts in the cold
Cold of the change in the gases of the world.
The flower has frozen dew on it.

The man stands and watches a flower.
He watches amidst searing sun, pale brown
reflections from similar clouds
Strong UV rays attempt to destroy skin.
He kneels down and touches the iced dewdrop,
which cracks with an ant's perception of the world breaking
A flower. In this kind of world. It was amazing. Simply amazing.
The man plucks the flower and the flower dies.


lucky pple who have no exams.. grumble grumble...



How to make a ee pin
Ingredients:

3 parts friendliness

5 parts crazyiness

1 part leadership
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Serve with a slice of lustfulness and a pinch of salt. Yum!

Thursday, June 17, 2004

Spain is getting me excited. Their flankers totally dominate and they destroy defences in seconds. They just need finishers. They have Raul, Morientes does well and Valeron is a great footballer. The team is close to perfection... except for good central defenders... alas... a bit... wonky.

Been pretty bz with studying. Yes, I have been studying, no, im not done yet.

And I like people calling me witty, makes me feel, warm and toasty and so full of chestnuts, then I open my mouth in an attempt to communicate that feeling and words fall flat... showing to the world just how witty this son of a father is. Somebody asked if I had considered magazine writing... actually... I did and didn't. It crossed my mind, then disappeared when I got awe-inspired by story-writing once again. Here, actually using the at times present skill of wit is not exactly required, rather, a vivid imagination and a flair for storytelling is perhaps the key to gaining readers, royalties, and babes. And we all know how we all like babes now dun we ;)
Magazine writing. I'll look around.

finally, all the best to exam pple, Ams, Cands, Shan, Angie. Dun panic now. Remember, if in doubt, the answer to the meaning of life as we know it and studied and placed in the good of all universe in which the great Creator deems worthy and perhaps even Martians consider the foremost question in the grand design... is 42.

and call me out dammit. I miss u gals.

on other news, a cow jumped over a moon, a craterish one. it's true.

Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Sorry, been a while since a post it seems... I apologize. Been watching soccer and screwing up my bedtime schedule. Plus, had an essay to do, which I hated.
But it's done, and I'm happy.

Exam coming soon, and birthdays, and an important match on monday morning. Am pretty worried at how to survive. Well, step by step, the muddling through method from Charles Lindblom. See.. I do noe my stuff.

Watch Hack Sign, will blow u away... if u can stay awake.

Other than that, Im boring. Hardly anybody calls me out anymore. Nobody likes me :(
Not even the Easter Bunny. Last I heard, he was hanging out with Jack.

I KEEL U