Let me tell you about pizzas. The thing about pizzas is, after a while you get tired of the mushroom/ham/tomato/cheese combination. And when you get tired, you get stupid. When you get stupid, you start doing things that seem fun. Like eating a pizza with chilli peppers and cream cheese. Without too much exaggeration, easily the worst 24 hours of my life. My sphincter hates me so much right now.
Now let me tell you about pregnant cats. I am a condescending asshole and feel sorry for pregnant cats because I imagine their life will be much harder once they have their kittens. While it is quite possible that said cat is actually very well situated and is filled with maternal bliss. I am a horrible, horrible person.
Let me tell you about my entirely-far-too-stable state of mind. It is wonderful and terrible. My hate for you is limited and waning fast. I have uttered words and they were not bristling with sarcasm. I fear for myself.
Let me tell you what I think of Siddartha. Cute. A fine book by all means. But far less life-altering than you were led to believe by dirty hippies.
Apparently Goran Parlov is a Croat. Huh. I cannot fathom this for some reason.
That was over a month ago. This is Now. Blessed are those who bear not the burden of calculus in physics.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KUqHzk26kI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnXQk5EGxKo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0DbcUUO-hI
http://cgi.fark.com/cgi/fark/vidplayer.pl?IDLink=3565605
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Fo_WP_w1Fmg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=At-pfAFUldE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oe3FG4EOgyU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HLx5u9kaWw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eL6Gmy94y4
Blah blah blah. You know what else is never dull? Urinating with an erection. The celtics went seven games against the hawks. The minister of health is scared of faggots in the sauna. I haven't played a game in two weeks. Seen most of my friends in six. This is what dying feels like.
You know what this is, don't you? Consumer pressure. I've become a cog in the consumption mekanizm. My soul is in one of those quasi-cyberpunk chambers straight out of a westwood rts cutscene, with millions of other souls, clamoring. Not clamoring for anything in particular. Just clamoring. Because that's what souls in giant chambers sequestered with millions of other souls do. They clamor.
Would a one-legged rabbit really jump in circles? Would a one-legged rabbit jump at all? How about a three-legged rabbit? Those of you who answered: 'What bloody rabbit? There's no fucking rabbit, it's all bollocks.' are neither right nor wrong but 'allright.'
Is gluttony, when forcibly adopted, that is to say, when no pleasure is derived from it, and in fact , a certain amount of discomfort is procured, a form of ascetism?
Nah. Loše je. Kasnije. Ovo je čisto onako. Simbolično.
Post je objavljen 07.05.2008. u 21:00 sati.