I'm so excited about ULTRACORE 2005 that I can't sleep. Ut-oh...
There's no sleeping at ultracore, at least for the Designated Stewards!
No sleep.
But I must sleep.
No sleep.
But I must. I must!
Slopped by
sarcasmus
at
9:33 PM
“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars
9 comments:
that's shoe popcorn, daddy-o
what is the netiquette with regards to posting comments on my own blog?
Who cares? I can comment all I want!
I'm ANGGRRRYYYYY
I"M SSSSLOSOOPPPPPYYYYYYYYY
go qklufef yourself if you have a problem with it!
(I'm speaking to myself, not you! I'm commenting on my own website! This is what it's like being in my brain!!! Feedbagback.)
hazdmos
capitalism is about who hazdmos
tobnhn
that's the sound that your nostril makes when you accidentally snort up a wasabi pea
rxvmajmu
is an esoteric sect of Buddhism
jeqeeli
Is a novelty martini made of 1 part fresh lime juice, 2 parts gin, 1 part sweet vermouth, a drop of worchester sauce, garnished with a sprig of rosemary and sliver of plaintain
ywknekdb
that one's so obvious I'm not gonna try
(that last one was YHWH's real name, btw.)
hgaml
A microwaved haggis ready to eat while you watch the news on TV
gfrcew
is a new word that doesn't have a meaning yet.
(Literally! Finding a true Gfrcew's is quite, well, quite rare. I dare you to find me a true Gfrcew. And not just some silly word that you made up on the spot. Like whalepock. That seems like a real word. But it's not. There is no such word as whalepock. It is what known as a false Gfrcew. (Of course there are plenty of meanings that don't have words yet. That's easy.))
If you have a problem with it, go gfrcew yourself. (I'm talking to myself! Not you! Gfrcewer!)
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