Monday, February 20, 2006
Disclaimer:
Much forethought has been placed in what I am about to state. This blog I must admit, *gasp*, is a work of fiction. Yes, my dear readers, though much contained within is in fact truth. Some of it is stretched and filtered through my own kaleidoscope view of reality. I beg of you not to discredit the views held within as mere rubbish, for to do so would be a dire travesty. In much the way deep truths were conveyed by seemingly trivial stories, ie. Jesus. I too hide the solutions to the palsy that we call society, inside this a vestige of a simple blog. So be warned fellow travelers that all is not what it seems and be comforted that the importance is not the honesty of myself, but the truth. I also must confess I am most taken aback by my affiliation with Jack Kerouac, I find him a dreadful bore and am perceived as most insulted.
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Oh dear brother,
How i wish that my Jack Kerosomethingoranother statement could be taken back. Alas, it is not to be so. Non-the-less bring on the blogs, and in the mean time listen to Joga, It's Oh So Quiet, and New World, by Bjork. LOVE!
WHAT! You crazy monkey, your tail is wrapped around your eyes and you can only see the fleas contained in you fur. The fur that sways with your thoughts. The truth is I honestly think you like to sound cool but I see through you and know you are just that cool. so let you fingertips fall upon the board of keys and let your coolness flow but take caution to peel your tail from your eyeballs
I cannot believe the drive that is cascading down the pages before my revolted eyes. I can see that nothing good can ever possibly come from this. I pray that you cease and desist before the world succumbs to your pollutants.
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