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četvrtak, 14.02.2008.

writing without form amuses me. like some giant amorphous blob, my text devours the sanity of its readers. which is fortunate, because the only alternative would be to post pictures of deformed heroin junkie stillbirths, and that would be crossing the line a bit.

let it be known that those bearing antiamerican sentiment shall be held at an appropriate distance until march 5th at the earliest. i am wholly overcome by obama fever. and by obama fever i mean HOPE. gobama! yes WE can! choom choom!

apparently i failed to wallow in self-misery yesterday. this is because i wallow in self-misery every day of the year. it's this sort of long-term planning that's gotten me to where i am today. granted, 'where i am today' is 'thinking about setting up an ubuntu/xp dual boot just for the heck of it'. (quality self-loathing folks, can't get this caliber of self-loathing just anywhere)

in fact, the only thing keeping me going is the vast amount of karma i've accumulated over the years. given enough time, the astral plane and the wailing souls of xenu's erstwhile followers can take form as formidable allies.

during the day, i dream of eschaton. at night i dream of walking on a tightrope in front of thousands of black rabbits with cybernetic implants. naked. and apparently people in speedos. but that's something else entirely.

take note of my frustration at the insular nature of counterculture. well. not insular nature per se, but a relative annoymity that acts as a deterrent. obviously, such annoymity is a key attribute of counterculture, but a lowering of the effort threshold for induction would be...appreciated?

i have a hippo holding a heart here. he's gray. a sort of greyish-beige, actually. the hippo. the hippo has no name. give the hippo a name. also, a fluffy tail for some reason.

i seem to have lost the ability to read. it's not unexpected, it's just that i hoped for a bit more time until it happened. at this time it's still unclear whether my progressive mental deterioration is due to a cognitive disease or subliminal conditioning turning me into a corporate drone. I, for one, welcome an eternity of setting up wireless networks and getting rid of porn pop-ups for my boss.

paper dogs chasing asbestos cats through hell and all that sort of thing. yeah, fuck you cellar door. snooty git.

the list of things that one should not do with one's penis grows longer by the day.

it's only a matter of time until remorse reaches its boiling point. you can't expect to consume other things to fuel yourself and not feel the moral consequences.fossil fuels are a burning issue these days. renewable sources of energy are the new dot com. except not really widespread. but who can blame us? as jehove made us in his likeness, we make our creations in ours. a renewable human energy source would go a lot further than a better mousetrap (windmill). that is to say, energy source that powers humans. not energy source that is powered by humans. naturally. or rather. unnaturally.