Thursday, December 23, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Oh settlers, the earth has cracked in two. The ice is splitting its fire at temperatures never felt before. There’s a gala, a benefit, on a train to promote relief. It’s filled with musicians that are already dead, playing instruments no one’s ever seen. And here JR is whispering softly, singing at frequencies never heard before.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
My people, live your lives as I do. I come not from the now. I come from the future and the past. I have lived the everlasting mind numbing cycle a thousand times. For eternal spinning continuous living follow my life. I peel the flesh off my face. Tear out my jaw. Saw off my head. Walk into a dessert and bury the pieces. I rot in the ground. My bone begins to disintegrate with time. And somewhere in the distant next day I am found and transformed to my previous glory by a warm and blinding light. There I find myself again in the beginning, only to repeat my offenses in the morrow. This my dear people is the key to the drought of forever.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Listen here, you living. You progress. You people of revolution. Know thy reaper! He comes not on a pale horse. He carries not a sickle. And he wears not a black hood. He plays not chess for goodness sake! The reaper is an old foreign woman shrouded in ninety-nine blankets. She wears no shoes. She can be seen crossing bridges at inconceivably slow speeds. the same frozen expression on her face no matter how hot or cold the weather may be. She is an apparition. An eidolon. And she sees not the world you and I do. She inhabits a subset. A compartment of reality in the form of a frozen tundra. And she can only project her image to take the wasted lives from the nothingness whence they came. Cut the fat. Heed this warning, oh good people. For today she comes for you. And she's mightily pissed off. As she should be.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Have you ever seen holes in the ice that reveal violent tides underneath? That's leopard seals, you see. They've automated penguin hunting by installing giant underwater vacuum machines that suck up the cute aquatic birdies. It's a shame really. These devices are causing pointless tides. Completely screwing up the migratory paths of wales, who are now mysteriously ending up in small lakes across landlocked countries. And those good for nothing seals, they just hang about and get stoned, chewing on poisonous algae while over penguining the oceans.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Friday, January 8, 2010
Where am I from you ask? I am a citizen of nothing. At home nowhere. Especially not in this place. What am I doing here? I got lost on the way to transcendence. So come you lost dogs, you brothers of infinity and zero. We shall have some fun in this heat. The flames roaring louder every time we laugh. Smile like fools and drink to tomorrow and yesterday, for today has already been wasted. As the fog eats the consequences of our actions let us quietly slip into Chinese lanterns and float away. Over some great big ocean of antiseptic toilet bowl cleaner and into a land of blissful irrelevance.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
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