like the long promised 4th indiana jones movie, it seemed like jesus' second coming would never come. perhaps i could've chosen a better example than that, but screw you.
that said, people have been expecting it constantly, from the fall of the roman empire to Y2K. despite that, don't doubt it will come, because when jesus comes, you'll be first up against the wall.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
feel-good rant
now firstly, let me clarify the title of this 'lil lecture of mine. by feel-good, i mean it will make me feel good. you (hopefully) will feel bad, awful, terrible, horrible, so much so, i dearly hope, that you will take a chance on the strength of masking tape and hang yourself from the monkey bars at the play-park.
how like you. even in death, you have to smear your misfortunes all over my face, and leave your corpse in public. even in death, you need attention, you need support, you need, you NEED AND NEED AND NEED.
to use a mystifying metaphor, you are a human vacuum-cleaner. i'll let you work that one out for yourself, but let me save you the trouble of thinking (wouldn't that be another first for you), it has a double meaning. yes, a double meaning. that implies some subtlety, a concept that you wouldn't assimilate if it was surgically implanted into you. it wouldn't be the only surgery you need.
now let us move on to the concept of a hint. a hint is a indication of a feeling, or want that someone expressly subtly in order to spare your feelings (and in sparing your feelings, sparing themselves a lot of wasted time).
let us move to an example of a hint. when somebody hangs the phone up on you mid-conversation, SIX TIMES IN A SINGLE EVENING, that is a hint.
you are so painstakingly needy, boring and pathetic that gandhi himself would strangle you with your own pigtails after an evening in your company. people who are in the same elevator as you, moving from floor 1 to the ground floor, willingly stick their own heads in the closing elevator doors than endure a second of your incessant, irrelevant, repetitive, whining over this, and that, and the other.
in conclusion, your grip on reality is so tenuous, so loose that i could scream this from your own rooftop, and you wouldn't notice the repeated and obvious references to yourself.
best wishes for your untimely and painful demise.
how like you. even in death, you have to smear your misfortunes all over my face, and leave your corpse in public. even in death, you need attention, you need support, you need, you NEED AND NEED AND NEED.
to use a mystifying metaphor, you are a human vacuum-cleaner. i'll let you work that one out for yourself, but let me save you the trouble of thinking (wouldn't that be another first for you), it has a double meaning. yes, a double meaning. that implies some subtlety, a concept that you wouldn't assimilate if it was surgically implanted into you. it wouldn't be the only surgery you need.
now let us move on to the concept of a hint. a hint is a indication of a feeling, or want that someone expressly subtly in order to spare your feelings (and in sparing your feelings, sparing themselves a lot of wasted time).
let us move to an example of a hint. when somebody hangs the phone up on you mid-conversation, SIX TIMES IN A SINGLE EVENING, that is a hint.
you are so painstakingly needy, boring and pathetic that gandhi himself would strangle you with your own pigtails after an evening in your company. people who are in the same elevator as you, moving from floor 1 to the ground floor, willingly stick their own heads in the closing elevator doors than endure a second of your incessant, irrelevant, repetitive, whining over this, and that, and the other.
in conclusion, your grip on reality is so tenuous, so loose that i could scream this from your own rooftop, and you wouldn't notice the repeated and obvious references to yourself.
best wishes for your untimely and painful demise.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Urgent Update!
it's been almost an hour or so since my last blog, and so i'm giving in to your frantic demands and emails to continue chronicling the minutaie of my daily life.
internetting for an hour. brief coffee break.
fairly boring, so here is what could've happened!
i wrote a blog worth reading.
internetting for an hour. brief coffee break.
fairly boring, so here is what could've happened!
i wrote a blog worth reading.
bloggin' for christ!!!
Since it is the season of Easter, I thought it obligatory to spew my opinion of the aforementioned celebration all over the nice, clean internet. This is a public holiday, yet it only really has relevance for two types of people: Christians, and those who consume chocolate. (Lazy slackers who use any excuse to avoid actual activity also celebrate the occasion, albeit equably) Since I despise chocolate and all who consume it, without exception, and I'm currently a Buddhist/hippie, the occasion means nothing more than a lovely holiday.
Furthermore, I went to -------- today, and the place was so full of emos and emo kids that I could point them out every 5-10 minutes, except when I was in the cinemaaa, for it was dark then. The movie in that there cinema, KNOWING, was a confusing melange of spooky music and meaningless numbers, seasoned with some close-ups of Nicolas Cage while he had an expression.
I end this blog with a simple question.
Furthermore, I went to -------- today, and the place was so full of emos and emo kids that I could point them out every 5-10 minutes, except when I was in the cinemaaa, for it was dark then. The movie in that there cinema, KNOWING, was a confusing melange of spooky music and meaningless numbers, seasoned with some close-ups of Nicolas Cage while he had an expression.
I end this blog with a simple question.
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