I wouldn't even try to number my blog entries because I login erratically, and it's too orderly for my blood. I can't stand numbering, lettering, scheduling, timing, planning, or those block-things. Calendars. Yeah, they remind me too much of those cubicles my dad is always bitching about. I can pull off tomorrow and most other days that follow without a schedule. There are always problems, but it makes things more interesting? I won't show up to work whenever I so please, or change what's already scheduled. But the thought of my own day, on a scrap of paper, with a red bic, only makes me nervous. I forget things a lot faster when I've written them down. Cuz I don't have to worry about anything; I wrote it down, yeah? I like to experience my day chock-full of crap.
"that's basically all we are, we're bodies filled with past experience. Without that experience, we're just bodies." - Austin Day
Wow, I think he may be on to something...
"mmm...haha, I got all that from statements about vibrators. ..."
...yeah.
Like I said earlier, I could totally fit in with those large groups of stupid people. But I hate groups, so large groups would never do. Wonder how austin did that ripple-effect with the image on his blog. And frankly, I tend to avoid any word that has even the slightest resemblance to the word "vibrator" unless it's coin-operated, or printed on the back of a playstation controller.
Good lord Jose almighty, Mark. Your statements pack some heat! If chicken, beef, and pork are the only staple foods you consume in large portions on a daily basis, I'm right behind you, man. Hell, I'll be sitting right next to you at the table, shoving hunks of bloody meat down my throat, shuddering at the red, red goodness.
But, I don't think I'd appreciate someone rounding up me and my family, stuffing our bodies in 5x5 steel cages and feeding us grain while we develop severe physical disabilities because we can't sit down or stand up straight from the cramped cages. Then, when we're fed enough, we probably won't like it when they strip us, tie us by the ankles, hang us upside-down, and cut our throats, ear to ear. I think the worst part would be waiting for all that blood to trickle out; I'd want it done fast, because I don't want to be feeling anything, especially the knife that slices open my belly afterwards.
Well, when I don't think about it, there's nothing better than biting into some nice, tender meat when I'm feeling painfully hungry. As for your dog-killing driving, hahaha, that's kinda messed up foo. Still, if starvation ever becomes a problem...
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-bry
Fabricated by Bry on 3/8/04; 10:14:29 PM Discuss |
