Thursday, September 25, 2003
Ok, I'm playing with the idea of keeping my creative thoughts and critical thoughts in different blogs. The title I am leaning towards for the critical blog would be "Critical Bastard." (Creative stuff would stay in Electric Thought). What
do you think? Reply or die. Love -- Blogmaster Rex.
do you think? Reply or die. Love -- Blogmaster Rex.
The First Tranvestite Alien President
But now for some good new: Shmuel Mamorstein says, "[The Democrats are gonna win the next election]." This quotation is parenthized because he never actually said it, but, rather, that "Bush is gonna lose the next election," which could mean that Michael Jackson is going to replace George W. Bush as the head of the Republican party.
(I have always held that Michael Jackson is a transvestite alien on crack. It is about time we had a transvestite alien on crack as the President). I also have my suspicions that he is a vampire (but we will talk about that later).
Anyway, if you are going to vote in the California re-call, vote for Arianna Huffington. If you are going to vote federally, vote for Gen. Wesley Clark, not Michael Jackson.
Thanks Shmuel. I have always said that you are the fifth smartest jew of the last hundred years after Einstein, Freud, Marx and Heidegger. Oh woops, Heidegger was a nazi. Ok fourth.
But now for some good new: Shmuel Mamorstein says, "[The Democrats are gonna win the next election]." This quotation is parenthized because he never actually said it, but, rather, that "Bush is gonna lose the next election," which could mean that Michael Jackson is going to replace George W. Bush as the head of the Republican party.
(I have always held that Michael Jackson is a transvestite alien on crack. It is about time we had a transvestite alien on crack as the President). I also have my suspicions that he is a vampire (but we will talk about that later).
Anyway, if you are going to vote in the California re-call, vote for Arianna Huffington. If you are going to vote federally, vote for Gen. Wesley Clark, not Michael Jackson.
Thanks Shmuel. I have always said that you are the fifth smartest jew of the last hundred years after Einstein, Freud, Marx and Heidegger. Oh woops, Heidegger was a nazi. Ok fourth.
A Prayer for the Maladjusted:
hope for silence, love, not know it -- never. do what can, what will. Ache, procreate -- give birth to girth. oh cuz' this is the fuzz finding you lonely leaving lust and lacking longing. OKOKOK. Getting wierd with meaning. Documenting hope and peeing. Every switch and twitch of your over-adjusted mind comprises your demise. Hi. Umm. I dunno in the sunshine. Really, really funny way of looking at things. Creativity. Yes. If your offering from the coffer and c cofferins of dusk. can't tell the dank smell of musk. Trust
hope for silence, love, not know it -- never. do what can, what will. Ache, procreate -- give birth to girth. oh cuz' this is the fuzz finding you lonely leaving lust and lacking longing. OKOKOK. Getting wierd with meaning. Documenting hope and peeing. Every switch and twitch of your over-adjusted mind comprises your demise. Hi. Umm. I dunno in the sunshine. Really, really funny way of looking at things. Creativity. Yes. If your offering from the coffer and c cofferins of dusk. can't tell the dank smell of musk. Trust
Some days I start thinking about things. This summer I had lots of time to think. I like thought -- it can't be bought or sold (or so we are told). But anyway, this is one:
When you are old and you where wierd sunglasses you inevitably look like a creep I thought. I thought that I must tell all my youngish friends that they must wear cool sunglasses as soon as possible because one day their chance to wear wierd sunglasses and not look like a freak would be gone + (Poison)+ And that is sad. Sad I thought. And sad i was. But not too sad because I was wearing a cool pair of glasses, enjoying my youth. Yet I was sad for the young ones unknowing that one day they would die =(Poison)=
But then $Hallejulah$ and elderly walked on to the bus wearing fucking weird sunglasess @give thanks to jesus@ and she looked pretty cool. So I felt much calmer, and stopped worrying about death. %Praise Allah%
Post-textual analysis: Know reason to be loud -- just keep on tracks long enough for the train. Amen
When you are old and you where wierd sunglasses you inevitably look like a creep I thought. I thought that I must tell all my youngish friends that they must wear cool sunglasses as soon as possible because one day their chance to wear wierd sunglasses and not look like a freak would be gone + (Poison)+ And that is sad. Sad I thought. And sad i was. But not too sad because I was wearing a cool pair of glasses, enjoying my youth. Yet I was sad for the young ones unknowing that one day they would die =(Poison)=
But then $Hallejulah$ and elderly walked on to the bus wearing fucking weird sunglasess @give thanks to jesus@ and she looked pretty cool. So I felt much calmer, and stopped worrying about death. %Praise Allah%
Post-textual analysis: Know reason to be loud -- just keep on tracks long enough for the train. Amen
(Bloggery, Bloggery -- all is lost in translation). What I was trying to say was this: oh good god, oh bad god -- I am sick as a dog. Like a post-princess frog, this is a sick realization. Oh no, Oh no. How will I reach Mexico? Shall I procure some blow? Well all know where that will go. Exeunt.
