| Holy shit, this is some good fucking music.
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| "Take the Kama Sutra. How many people died from the Kama Sutra as opposed to the bible. Who wins?"
-Zappa
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| This album is heady.
Who is that said the world is my oyster?
I feel like a nympho trapped in a cloister |
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| Michael Chabon should be diagnosed with Terminal Awesomeness.
That is all.
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| If there's one part of the Internet that's a true marvel of modern time-wasting, it's the infamous grouphug.us,
an anonymous confession site designed to give e-closure to those of us
who don't have all the perks of Catholicism. I find that I have to
limit how much of this fine site I read in one setting. After several
pages, the confessions all run together in one big blob of anonymity,
which detracts from the individual voice of each message. When read
alone, however, they're awesome. Check this example:
"im 13
years old and cant drive. my family is uber-christian and are
completely against masterbation, so i have to do it in private."
One
thing that The Web 2.0 has taught me is that life can REALLY be hard on
some people, and even when it isn't, a person's view of life can be
tweaked accordingly to accommodate any troubles they see fit for
themselves. Take for example this young man. Obviously, he's convinced
that not having the right to drive at 13 is nothing short of a tragedy,
and more importantly, his family is one of those horrible households
that doesn't allow public masturbation. You have to masturbate all by
yourself, ALONE? Poor kid. Somebody call DeFax.
Yeah, the whole
thing's a bit trashy, but what the hell. I'd rather indulge my inner
voyeur on that site instead of facebook. It's also a good place for
creative inspiration, serving as a good defibrillator for my writer's
block in the past. I saw a confession a while back about some kids who
smoked behind an orphanage and accidentally burned it down. I don't
know whether it's true or not, but damn, that'd be a good scene in some
story.
Anyway, I'm going to watch 30 Days of Night, which I'll probably just end up vegging to. I was out all day looking for a job. |
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