Being French to me has always been an attitude, not necessarily a look (even though they are the picture of burning hearts at 10 am on a Montmartre morning, buying flowers and bread). I loved the French. The more they told me to fuck off, the more i loved them. Unless you go for that boozey eyed messy hair look, which is
I just wonder whether the interest is enagaged with Bill Clinton the Politician or Bill Clinton the infamous Celebrity, the ring master of fiasco, dazzling smiles and the low drawl of political sex appeal. I always tried to guess how many middle aged American women (that was silly of me, i'm sure it was more universal than that) that man got wet, but then again i might be a very disturbed individual who would be best thinking of other things.
There are many things that have become great explanatory metaphors for a great many other things. Computers as a digital equivalent of the brain. When we encounter the seats of our souls and its galactic complexity this becomes so pleasingly convenient. Memory, both short and long term, that we can hold and install, check its capacity and function. A thing capable of
Once the provincial towns have been secured, it will be the big cities and there will be NO WHERE TO RUN! Are you an ADF (Animal Domination Front) strategist? The above sounds suspiciously like a plan. If it is, I'm going to have to turn you in my dear. Masquerading as an animal eater, indeed! *Humphs o
I think I spy a duck out my window. Might taste good with some Hoisin sauce... Remember, it's either you or him. I think The Matrix got it wrong. Blah on artificial intelligence, just have a look at all the domesticated animals we have lazing around, supposedly in servitude. Remember Orwell, give them t
marco has suggested i read it, so it would be great to hear your thoughts if you get time. Mig of course being a person who will not read a book unless she has two referrals Psych, hurry up and tell her it's good, the only book she's read
It makes you way less intimidating. You know it completely ruins your magnetism honey. God Dyl, I'm shattered I always enjoyed being the salacious, salivating monster who had human bodies sticking to him because of his "magnetism",
Ahhhh Shades, you are truely a lucky man among us. Those brain cells stop me from so much and contribute so little to my thought or action. Well done man on your deficiency Marco
Thanks Scarlet. I do use JU as a journal, it's just that i use writing the same way i use milk when eating cereal, it makes my life palatable. If i don't write it, it tastes like dry muesli and the damn thing always sticks to the roof of my mouth. Very uncomfortable. Once again thank you. And in relation to my comment in your blog, i have a brother, and what you did for yours hit me in the stomach. It was what you did and felt as much as what
Shades, At last someone has said it. I would love to enter into a political debate as a person with certain opinions, i do not require or appreciate the weight of historical and social judgement weighing down on my humble tongue. I know what i am for and that in turn advices me in what i am against, but when my arguments and person get subsumed into a discourse that has only preceded my by a whole century, i find myself and my fellow interlocu
Shades, that was so unexpected... I don't know what to say other than thank you, thank you, thank you. Marco
God there's just something so horrible about seeing a man cry. I know what you mean. I watched Dawn of the Dead tonight and there were two graphic scenes of women getting hurt. In a diluted form of what you felt, i had to turn away, feel the need to shut down, curl up like a weezle, lose hope in th
I love the little trinkets (the choice of word is not meant to diminish their importance) that you left behind in that piece. The three dimensional, emotional objects that we can pick up and turn in our hands - bike spokes and cigar smoke, novels and forms, the debris of an emotional life, the tangible definition of where we stand in relation to someone dear. Reminds me of when my father used to be able to run faster than me. I was small at the time an
But Dyl, I'm sooooo good at whining. Find what you love...right? And no way am i ending up on CNN, 24 hour coverage, super saturated hues, static and reporters checking their ear pieces for the feed. "I swear officer, my friend LENT me that plane. I don't have a license for the goddamn thing, it has a mind of its own, knows this girl in NY and decided to crash on her floor. I didn't take the BASTARD literally, but look at what it DID, it CRASHED on her
I'm just trying to get over Spain's loss to Portugal. Not for the sake of the Spain, but their inability to keep Portugal out of the quarters. We colonials (whatever that means when you're an Australian born Brazilian with portuguese traces, it just feels right) will never learn to stop despising the mother country Marco XX
Sally - you're a machine of graciousness(sp?) and good will. I don't know how you do it. The very effort would kill me, the bastard element within me being so great. Appreciation would be a very mild term for what i feel whenever you comment. Marco XX
even though you don't share my "lightweight" opinion I have never met someone whose corporeal weight is so disproportionate to the "weight" of their ideas and intentions. And you can take THAT literally. Marco XX
Way to go with the literal interpretations. You silly, silly woman Marco XX PS Weren't you supposed to call me...like, an hour ago. Not only are you a silly woman, you are tardy. (God! One can have so much fun without swearing) *gags* Don't worry. I forgive ya'.
What was it like growing up as a Catholic? I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t there. Someone who wasn’t me was there, a chemo patient who doesn’t recall who he was before the uncomfortably nameable started cannibalising him. If you believe in a soul, this situation is a distinct possibility. If you believe in the ability or possibility of losing on
woops. of course not. silly me. we all know what would happen then, right ? Humans have the equivalent of robotic paradox intolerence. When presented with rules and mores that are so simple, necessary and common sensed (sorry, i think i may have just made something up) they have a tendency of spontaneou
I would probably add one thing: The ability for unreserved love and for that love to be absolutely conditional (as paradoxical as that sounds). Unconditional love belongs exclusively to family. If i get a job anywhere I want to know that it was because of my credentials, not because love is something we "need" and can't do "without". As far as unreserved love goes, that means to love without taking out insurance policies for the future that in
Beware to those who think i ever sleep, or to those who believe me when i say i will The All Powerful Omnipresent XX *Smooch*
Sally, you were just looking for an excuse to use the word "fabtastic", weren't you? And Dyl, My life is kinda like deep space, If I wanted to get "back" to something I wouldn't know which direction to head off in, like a world without a circumference, after eighty days I would just end up eighty days into the future, no Reform club, no exotic Indian woman who is suspiciously Bri
Scar, I would probably check myself into NYU and one of its hockey film studies courses, start the whole vicious ferris wheel again and write another post just like this one, complaining about my own idiocy. Dyl, I have come to the final conclusion that i'm totally lost and kinda estatic about it, even though my writing might seem to imply otherwise. I constantly get lost when i
So what is being said here is that if Kerry was involved in trying to stop a war he is a) a communist, b) a traitor, c) a liar and hypocrite, or d) all of the above. So George W Bush being the son of Bush Sr, being intimately involved in the oil industry and sending many, many people to their state sanctioned deaths as govenor of Texas would make him a) the anti-christ, b) a raper of the earth, c) a cold blooded killer, or d) all of the above.
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