The Obscure

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Thursday, June 24, 2004

 
I have nothing to do with the energy I have right now but to maybe go for a walk or to update my blog with unnecessary blog-ness. I love blog-ness, the blog-ness of blog-ness, and whitey always gonna hold me down.
I said hey babe, take a walk on the wild side.

I tell you man, every night I envision myself on so many different paths in life, I see myself as a revolutionary, as a writer, a politician, a scientist, a soldier, everything. There is no lifestyle that hasn't been tainted by my ghastly mental presence, does that not frighten you? Because it terrifies me.
Terrifies me to Love. Awww yeah.

Isaac Hayes took lessons from me, I taught him to jive, turkey. I am, for all intents and purposes, a Soul Man. I would like to see you try and disprove it, I learned to love before I could walk; and I'll kill the first person who says Nay.
Total Abject Destruction. My friends are death-fiends and shadows and I am constantly forced to beat them back into the supernatural world from whence they came. Check this out, I can bend Time and Space and your very mind to think that maybe I have touched the face of God or kissed the lips of the Evil One.
Check THIS out, I can pretend that all was cool for the years past; and that all will be cool for the years ahead. Pretend all I want, but it will always be a LIE!
Everything is a lie, even this goddamn flower pot. Always lying to me, staring at me with it's decietful eyes. If there is one thing I have learned from a lifetime of gardening and loving, it's that there is nothing in this world, be they flower pots, people, or yes, even spark plugs; it's that nothing in this world can be fully relied upon. To try and do so would be unfair to the flower pot (etc.) and you can then break it, or accidentally pour Ninja Turtles-esque ooze on it, turning it into an unstoppable force of Evil. EVIL!

There is so much evil, one even contemplates hijacking a nuclear missile and wiping out this shallow earth, filling the crater with corpses, kicking some dirt on them and moving on. Maybe if I tunneled into the moon and then sealed off the door I could "terraform" it, and then create an army of sexy robot ninjas to live and procreate with. Yes, that truly would be paradise. Robot Paradise. And isn't that what it's really all about?

I guess this blog update is over. Stab my eyes out, please.

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