Saturday, August 30, 2003
Uncle Charley flew in today. Baby sat Trent and had a GREAT time. (I love my nephew) Later went to the Hukilau(I don’t know how to spell it) for Christopher’s birthday. A fun and interesting evening, here are some highlights:
Uncle Charley: You’re Indian? I thought you were French.
Christopher: I’m French Indian.
UC: Oh, French Indian. I’m Italian Indian. The wopichees. Ever heard of the wopichees?
Of course, Dad’s brilliant re-enactment of “The Godfather” with an orange slice received 4 stars.
Christopher in a hula-skirt dancing as “The Big Kahuna” received 5 stars…and several embarrassing photos to be used as blackmail at a later date.
Uncle Charley: So this guy walks into this place to eat, and he asks “How much for a beer?” The waiter looks over at him and says “5 cents.” The guy says “Wow! Gimme a beer! How much for the steak dinner?” The waiter says “10 cents.” The guy says “WOW! This place is great! Can I meet the manager?” The waiter says “Tom’s in the back with my wife.” The guy replies “What’s Tom doing with your wife?” The waiter answers “The same thing I’m doing to his business.”
Otherwise, life crawls on as usual. Lots of stuff happening at once, with me lost in the middle. I’m still a fallen angel, hung on a bungee cord, flinging cards and shooting pool. Nothing ever really changes. I kind of wish things would change, except that most change is bad it seems. Oh well, at least school gives me some clarity of purpose. For the time being, that is. I’ll just have to study hard (play video games), do my homework (build models), and get good grades (kick the cat). Maybe things aren’t too complicated. (Wait, we don’t have a cat. Where the hell did this thing come from? Oh well, *KICK*)
Current Mood: Not bad, could use a good hug. Or a good coma. My Mom says I’m cynical and not the same happy child…apparently I killed the good twin. I’m sure I’ll find something to put my faith in, something that makes me truly happy. Until then, I’ll just have to stick it out. Considering an official card tournament for a self-esteem boost.
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Uncle Charley: You’re Indian? I thought you were French.
Christopher: I’m French Indian.
UC: Oh, French Indian. I’m Italian Indian. The wopichees. Ever heard of the wopichees?
Of course, Dad’s brilliant re-enactment of “The Godfather” with an orange slice received 4 stars.
Christopher in a hula-skirt dancing as “The Big Kahuna” received 5 stars…and several embarrassing photos to be used as blackmail at a later date.
Uncle Charley: So this guy walks into this place to eat, and he asks “How much for a beer?” The waiter looks over at him and says “5 cents.” The guy says “Wow! Gimme a beer! How much for the steak dinner?” The waiter says “10 cents.” The guy says “WOW! This place is great! Can I meet the manager?” The waiter says “Tom’s in the back with my wife.” The guy replies “What’s Tom doing with your wife?” The waiter answers “The same thing I’m doing to his business.”
Otherwise, life crawls on as usual. Lots of stuff happening at once, with me lost in the middle. I’m still a fallen angel, hung on a bungee cord, flinging cards and shooting pool. Nothing ever really changes. I kind of wish things would change, except that most change is bad it seems. Oh well, at least school gives me some clarity of purpose. For the time being, that is. I’ll just have to study hard (play video games), do my homework (build models), and get good grades (kick the cat). Maybe things aren’t too complicated. (Wait, we don’t have a cat. Where the hell did this thing come from? Oh well, *KICK*)
Current Mood: Not bad, could use a good hug. Or a good coma. My Mom says I’m cynical and not the same happy child…apparently I killed the good twin. I’m sure I’ll find something to put my faith in, something that makes me truly happy. Until then, I’ll just have to stick it out. Considering an official card tournament for a self-esteem boost.
Tuesday, August 26, 2003
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Monday, August 25, 2003
Man, what a great camping trip. Had fun with drunk neighbors, played RISK, and blew shit up. AMAZING!
Highlights:
Beer bottle filled with citrinella oil acted as a flamethrower for a while and then seemed to die out...before suddenly unleashing an *enormous* tower of flame. I mean a mini tornado.
Beer bottles melted in our insanely hot fire. The interesting sculptures(yes, they ARE art) are littered throughout the site.
Lighter exploded in fire. Several of us blinded. 'Nuff said.
Rubbing alcohol and Oil poured on fire. Fire tripled in size and my knees were burned. Looked cool but kinda sucked.
Propane fire. 'Nuff said.
I lit my hand on fire twice with Axe deodorant. It was fun.
Robotech game and Risk provided hours of entertainment.
Jake's Arnold impression: "DO IT! DO IT NOW! STOP YOU IDIOT! I AM THE GOVERNATOR! I AM IN CHARGE! SEE MY NEW MOVIE, RISE OF THE MACHINES!"
Phrase we killed: [Question] It's because you touch yourself at night!
Significant quotes:
"Who's mounting Tony?"
"Jealous?"
"Why are you humping the rock?"
"You don't understand our love."
"You are a idiot"
"This is my dog, 'Eat'. He eats. This is my dog, 'Ate'. He eats the rest."
"That was Pawel? I thought a tree landed on the tent."
"What?"
"Typical Tom..."
"Huh?"
Good times, Man. Good times.
Current mood: Tired and Burned. Well, to be honest I can't feel the burns any more. Just tired and a little bummed. Bummed because rehearsal was rough and overall my heart is screaming for pain killers.
Man, need that coma.
"DO IT! DO IT NOW!"
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Highlights:
Beer bottle filled with citrinella oil acted as a flamethrower for a while and then seemed to die out...before suddenly unleashing an *enormous* tower of flame. I mean a mini tornado.
Beer bottles melted in our insanely hot fire. The interesting sculptures(yes, they ARE art) are littered throughout the site.
Lighter exploded in fire. Several of us blinded. 'Nuff said.
Rubbing alcohol and Oil poured on fire. Fire tripled in size and my knees were burned. Looked cool but kinda sucked.
Propane fire. 'Nuff said.
I lit my hand on fire twice with Axe deodorant. It was fun.
Robotech game and Risk provided hours of entertainment.
Jake's Arnold impression: "DO IT! DO IT NOW! STOP YOU IDIOT! I AM THE GOVERNATOR! I AM IN CHARGE! SEE MY NEW MOVIE, RISE OF THE MACHINES!"
Phrase we killed: [Question] It's because you touch yourself at night!
Significant quotes:
"Who's mounting Tony?"
"Jealous?"
"Why are you humping the rock?"
"You don't understand our love."
"You are a idiot"
"This is my dog, 'Eat'. He eats. This is my dog, 'Ate'. He eats the rest."
"That was Pawel? I thought a tree landed on the tent."
"What?"
"Typical Tom..."
"Huh?"
Good times, Man. Good times.
Current mood: Tired and Burned. Well, to be honest I can't feel the burns any more. Just tired and a little bummed. Bummed because rehearsal was rough and overall my heart is screaming for pain killers.
Man, need that coma.
"DO IT! DO IT NOW!"
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
Ugh. Rough 12 hour work day. I wonder why my finger isn't healing. It's been days now since I cut it open. Oh well, It'll be fine. Not much to report here, Dad is still pissing me off and life is more or less the same. You know, little highs and lots of lows, hung on a bungee cord. My favorite analogy.
Bleah. I need a coma. An odd request perhaps, but it sounds kinda nice.
Pawel, you know that guy with the nice, loud engine that peels out at 3 am? Well, your plan to cut his balls off is fine, but we have to catch him first. I suggest some piano wire strung across the street, or a motion-activated howitzer. The person I myself find more irritating is the moron that yells out of his window with excitement whenever he hits a bump. The worse part is, this guy was only doing about 35-40 mph. I go much faster, in broad daylight, in a much more bouncy car, and I don't get all excited about it. Well, except when I take the doors off. That's fun. But I don't yell.
Have I nothing better to do than rant about NOTHING?
I'm very tired...and I want my sword.
I was asked, "What's with guys and swords, anyways?"
I thought about it, and I don't know. But I want one. And I will have one. So there.
Who would win in a fight, Orco or Vivi? Nevermind. (Vivi)
If Christopher Lowel and He-Man were fused into one being...alright, I don't know where I'm going with that one.
Current Mood: In need of coma.
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Bleah. I need a coma. An odd request perhaps, but it sounds kinda nice.
Pawel, you know that guy with the nice, loud engine that peels out at 3 am? Well, your plan to cut his balls off is fine, but we have to catch him first. I suggest some piano wire strung across the street, or a motion-activated howitzer. The person I myself find more irritating is the moron that yells out of his window with excitement whenever he hits a bump. The worse part is, this guy was only doing about 35-40 mph. I go much faster, in broad daylight, in a much more bouncy car, and I don't get all excited about it. Well, except when I take the doors off. That's fun. But I don't yell.
Have I nothing better to do than rant about NOTHING?
I'm very tired...and I want my sword.
I was asked, "What's with guys and swords, anyways?"
I thought about it, and I don't know. But I want one. And I will have one. So there.
Who would win in a fight, Orco or Vivi? Nevermind. (Vivi)
If Christopher Lowel and He-Man were fused into one being...alright, I don't know where I'm going with that one.
Current Mood: In need of coma.
Sunday, August 17, 2003
Great day today. Insanely fun. The great war went well. I, dressed as Boba Fett, joined my compatriots Jake(with the big gun) and Pawel(The neo-ninja) on the field of battle. The BFG failed me not.
In other news, Freddy Vs. Jason. What the hell is this crap? Further milking a crappy franchise? Have you seen a Freddy movie? They suck. Jason? He sucks too. So now we stick them both in a sucky movie with a sucky plot? Fools! Do they not realize what they do? They tamper with forces they do not understand! The sheer suckiness of Jason is fusing with the suckiness of Freddy to unleash a swirling vortex of pure suckitude! This phenomenon could be very dangerous! At normal levels, suckiness (or, sux, the SI standard unit of suckiness measurement) is quite safe. However, at such vast levels of suck ambient energy levels become corrupted, causing anomalies or "tears" in both time and space. And these ARE vast amounts. So great is the level of suckiness in this movie that it's incomprehensible to the human mind, making it virtually intagible. The chaos that could ensue to the suck-time continuom is baffling. Side effects may include bleeding from the eyes or ears, repturing of the cranium, and bursting into flames at random intervals. Avoid at all costs.
Please America, stop bad movies. Before Reality as we know it is torn apart. Do you want reality overwhelmed by suckiness?
....Oh, I guess it is. Either way, I'm not seeing this movie. The previews are haunting me while I sleep...and nothing's worse than having Freddy in your dreams.
Oh, suck suck suck suckity suck suck suck.
You know you wanted to here it.
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In other news, Freddy Vs. Jason. What the hell is this crap? Further milking a crappy franchise? Have you seen a Freddy movie? They suck. Jason? He sucks too. So now we stick them both in a sucky movie with a sucky plot? Fools! Do they not realize what they do? They tamper with forces they do not understand! The sheer suckiness of Jason is fusing with the suckiness of Freddy to unleash a swirling vortex of pure suckitude! This phenomenon could be very dangerous! At normal levels, suckiness (or, sux, the SI standard unit of suckiness measurement) is quite safe. However, at such vast levels of suck ambient energy levels become corrupted, causing anomalies or "tears" in both time and space. And these ARE vast amounts. So great is the level of suckiness in this movie that it's incomprehensible to the human mind, making it virtually intagible. The chaos that could ensue to the suck-time continuom is baffling. Side effects may include bleeding from the eyes or ears, repturing of the cranium, and bursting into flames at random intervals. Avoid at all costs.
Please America, stop bad movies. Before Reality as we know it is torn apart. Do you want reality overwhelmed by suckiness?
....Oh, I guess it is. Either way, I'm not seeing this movie. The previews are haunting me while I sleep...and nothing's worse than having Freddy in your dreams.
Oh, suck suck suck suckity suck suck suck.
You know you wanted to here it.
Saturday, August 16, 2003
Ah, what a great night. The great anime-mini-film festival was great fun. Gotta love Vampire Hunter D. Starting to feel the Bawls caffine drink course through my veins. After a brief nerf-gun fight, some movies and hot pockets, I happily conquered Will in two games of pool. The games were a little closer than I'd hope but I'll practice more. Finnaly found the WORKING BFG. Yes, the gigantic bolt-action foam pellet gun is ready for tommorow. I'll have to aim carefully to not irritate the females present. I forgot how well pressurized that thing gets. I've got seven rounds...not a lot, but enough if I pick my shots. Hmm...I'm taking this too seriously I see. Oh well.
Not much else to report really. Not in a very creative mood. Could be the rush of caffine in my system. Never did anything for me but make me lose my focus, that Caffine. Nothing really left but this:
"Why did they die?"
"Because you touch yourself at night!"
Haha, oh, what a fun evening.
Current Mood: Strangely excited, even optimistic.
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Not much else to report really. Not in a very creative mood. Could be the rush of caffine in my system. Never did anything for me but make me lose my focus, that Caffine. Nothing really left but this:
"Why did they die?"
"Because you touch yourself at night!"
Haha, oh, what a fun evening.
Current Mood: Strangely excited, even optimistic.
Friday, August 15, 2003
Ah, another shpadoinkle day. Yeah. Most interesting things that happened today were my finger getting split asunder by copper wire and my Chocobo turning blue. Whoo!
So how's Tony's life going?
Tony is in a major slump, but Tony shall survive. Tony shall survive because Tony has survived far worse. So let that be known. I shall not fall. It would give the stupid people too much pleasure.
Replaced hot water heater with my Dad today, hence the injuries. Later played pool with him. The old pool shark is finally passing along his skills. I'm improving swiftly.
Also realized where the term "dirty pool" comes from. It's not about cheating after all. It's about the terrible inuendos found in the billiard room. Think about it. It's a game where you stroke your cue at a tight rack and try to push your balls towards the hole. And be sure to stroke it, not jerk it. And please, don't touch your opponent's balls. Only knock your own balls around. You'll either be high or have low balls. Oh, damn! How painful. You broke the tip off your stick while breaking the rack. The carnage.
Sorry for pulling your mind in the gutter. Come back now. Follow me into the light. There you go.
And.....sorry, one more. hehe, balls in a pocket. Well, it seemed funny in my head.....
If I were asked to create the ultimate multi-cultural fast food, I would likely create a taco-stuffed eggrole on a stick dipped in chocolate and covered in pomodoro sauce with a cherry on top, bread crumbs, and a potatoe wedge. It would taste horrid, but sell anyways. It would sell because I'd say it was fat-free. Everytime you ate on, your waistline would instantly and visibly expand an inch or so, but I would say it was fat-free. Hey, a taco and an eggrole...actually, that's not a bad idea without the other stuff.
Have to re-write my Italy journal. Can't wait to share it. Good stuff in there. Great times. Wish I was there... with a handful of friends....and infinite money....and diplomatic immunity....ah screw it, there's no law there. No government lasts more than a week.
Why the hell don't I get a "CURRENT MOOD" thing? What a gip! I have to type it myself? FINE!
Current Mood: Weary, disheartened, but hopeful and focused.
*No emoticon available*
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So how's Tony's life going?
Tony is in a major slump, but Tony shall survive. Tony shall survive because Tony has survived far worse. So let that be known. I shall not fall. It would give the stupid people too much pleasure.
Replaced hot water heater with my Dad today, hence the injuries. Later played pool with him. The old pool shark is finally passing along his skills. I'm improving swiftly.
Also realized where the term "dirty pool" comes from. It's not about cheating after all. It's about the terrible inuendos found in the billiard room. Think about it. It's a game where you stroke your cue at a tight rack and try to push your balls towards the hole. And be sure to stroke it, not jerk it. And please, don't touch your opponent's balls. Only knock your own balls around. You'll either be high or have low balls. Oh, damn! How painful. You broke the tip off your stick while breaking the rack. The carnage.
Sorry for pulling your mind in the gutter. Come back now. Follow me into the light. There you go.
And.....sorry, one more. hehe, balls in a pocket. Well, it seemed funny in my head.....
If I were asked to create the ultimate multi-cultural fast food, I would likely create a taco-stuffed eggrole on a stick dipped in chocolate and covered in pomodoro sauce with a cherry on top, bread crumbs, and a potatoe wedge. It would taste horrid, but sell anyways. It would sell because I'd say it was fat-free. Everytime you ate on, your waistline would instantly and visibly expand an inch or so, but I would say it was fat-free. Hey, a taco and an eggrole...actually, that's not a bad idea without the other stuff.
Have to re-write my Italy journal. Can't wait to share it. Good stuff in there. Great times. Wish I was there... with a handful of friends....and infinite money....and diplomatic immunity....ah screw it, there's no law there. No government lasts more than a week.
Why the hell don't I get a "CURRENT MOOD" thing? What a gip! I have to type it myself? FINE!
Current Mood: Weary, disheartened, but hopeful and focused.
*No emoticon available*
Thursday, August 14, 2003
DOWN WITH STUPID PEOPLE!
YOU SCREW YOURSELVES OVER AND THEN ACT PROUD ABOUT IT!
You have a bumber sticker on your car that says "Glad I voted for Bush" like you're saying "Ha, told you so."
...YOU IDIOT!
He's done nothing good! Likely, you voted for him because you're republican. Likely, you think:
"Well, I'm a rebublican, So I must vote republican despite what my candidate stands for. Even if it's contrary to what I believe in. Sure, the taxes hurt ME, MY healthcare is cut, and MY life is more difficult...but hey, I voted Republican. Thanks God a liberal didn't win."
YOU RETARD! YOU FUCKING RETARD! YOU FUCKTARD!
Is this an anti-republican rant? No. The republican party has given us many good presidents in the past. This is an anti-Bush and anti-stupid people rant. There are stupid democrats too, usually the ones that never vote, but Bush is in my sights right now.
Also...Vegetarians can kiss my ass. Not all vegetarians, but the self-rightous pushy ones. If we're on a boat, starving, and we're forced to resort to cannibalism... guess who's going bye-bye first. The one who suggests sacrificing someone, or the one that thinks they can culture some mold on the stern of the boat? WHAM! You're gone. You want a leg or a wing? Leave me to my meat and stop your bitching.
Next target: My entire generation. What the hell happened? Most of us were born in the 80's...what happened since then? Our music sucks. MTV sucks. Expect MTV to get its own rant very soon. We've become a race of people who don't give a shit about anyone or anything. We kill, offend, hurt each other. Everywhere, children suffer, people die, and youth suffer physical and psychological abuse...and NOONE GIVES A SHIT! WELL TO HELL WITH ALL OF YOU! For there is a justice in this universe...the reaper awaits you. For while my blade can not reach all, my words and the words of others can. Changes will come, this world will change and be renewed. Instituitions will fall, people will change, and one day the stupid people will blow themselves up and the smart ones will have escaped. Alleluia. Hail Zeon.
The Catholic Church is falling. Did you know that? Thought it was worth mentioning. What a sorry sight indeed.
So here I am... alone, disheartened and dissatisfied. Why? No matter how hard I try, nothing changes. Despite my best intentions, I end up either hurt or completely empty inside. Destined to die alone and unhappy. Boo freaking hoo.
Happy people suck. Fuck you happy people. See, I can say that and not offend anyone becuase Happy people will just shake it off. If they let it get them down, it ceases to apply to them as they become sad people. Haha.
I've given it alot of thought...and I want a robot.
Here comes Peter Cottontail
Hoppin' Down the Bunny Trail
Hippitty Hop hop....
Yeah, I don't know either.
Is this random?
Another note: The matrix, plot wise, is crap. It really is, sorry. You're just sheltered. All of its concepts are stolen from other movies and countless animes.
I hate people that bash Anime. It's a legitamate art form. And the people that do have never watched it. "Well Speed racer and Pokemon suck" Yeah, well so did Planet Nine From Outer Space. I don't diss all American movies because of a few crappy B movies. I guess I really hate it when people form an opinion about anything they haven't experienced, or aren't informed fully about. They don't have the right, and it's stupid. It's also why our Country is full of idiots. Everyone's opinionated about things they know nothing about.
I have a playing card stuck in my wall. It's in kinda deep too. I threw it there. I'm proud of that.
Is a Pirate-Ninja the ultimate warrior, or is he just a very confused one?
"ARGH! I'll be stealing...But...there...is...no....HONOR in this! HARI CARI!"
Can I fly if I try hard enough?
I think we have a too-human concept of God. I don't think he has a loving personality. I don't think he has any personality. I think he's an uncaring force that did it's job and then joined with the system of stars in the form of energy. A happening that we hold special because it spawned us. Our view of God is kinda arrogant, don't you think? Comforting no? hehe...I love messing with the reader's head. Anyways, God's busy kids. Figure it out for yourself today.
Maddox is my God.
That's all for now. I needed that. Rest assured...this is a rough thing I threw out. I'm just getting started. I have more to say. Just give me some time. And some money. Guess I don't need it, but hey, it's be nice. No? Worth a shot, right?
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YOU SCREW YOURSELVES OVER AND THEN ACT PROUD ABOUT IT!
You have a bumber sticker on your car that says "Glad I voted for Bush" like you're saying "Ha, told you so."
...YOU IDIOT!
He's done nothing good! Likely, you voted for him because you're republican. Likely, you think:
"Well, I'm a rebublican, So I must vote republican despite what my candidate stands for. Even if it's contrary to what I believe in. Sure, the taxes hurt ME, MY healthcare is cut, and MY life is more difficult...but hey, I voted Republican. Thanks God a liberal didn't win."
YOU RETARD! YOU FUCKING RETARD! YOU FUCKTARD!
Is this an anti-republican rant? No. The republican party has given us many good presidents in the past. This is an anti-Bush and anti-stupid people rant. There are stupid democrats too, usually the ones that never vote, but Bush is in my sights right now.
Also...Vegetarians can kiss my ass. Not all vegetarians, but the self-rightous pushy ones. If we're on a boat, starving, and we're forced to resort to cannibalism... guess who's going bye-bye first. The one who suggests sacrificing someone, or the one that thinks they can culture some mold on the stern of the boat? WHAM! You're gone. You want a leg or a wing? Leave me to my meat and stop your bitching.
Next target: My entire generation. What the hell happened? Most of us were born in the 80's...what happened since then? Our music sucks. MTV sucks. Expect MTV to get its own rant very soon. We've become a race of people who don't give a shit about anyone or anything. We kill, offend, hurt each other. Everywhere, children suffer, people die, and youth suffer physical and psychological abuse...and NOONE GIVES A SHIT! WELL TO HELL WITH ALL OF YOU! For there is a justice in this universe...the reaper awaits you. For while my blade can not reach all, my words and the words of others can. Changes will come, this world will change and be renewed. Instituitions will fall, people will change, and one day the stupid people will blow themselves up and the smart ones will have escaped. Alleluia. Hail Zeon.
The Catholic Church is falling. Did you know that? Thought it was worth mentioning. What a sorry sight indeed.
So here I am... alone, disheartened and dissatisfied. Why? No matter how hard I try, nothing changes. Despite my best intentions, I end up either hurt or completely empty inside. Destined to die alone and unhappy. Boo freaking hoo.
Happy people suck. Fuck you happy people. See, I can say that and not offend anyone becuase Happy people will just shake it off. If they let it get them down, it ceases to apply to them as they become sad people. Haha.
I've given it alot of thought...and I want a robot.
Here comes Peter Cottontail
Hoppin' Down the Bunny Trail
Hippitty Hop hop....
Yeah, I don't know either.
Is this random?
Another note: The matrix, plot wise, is crap. It really is, sorry. You're just sheltered. All of its concepts are stolen from other movies and countless animes.
I hate people that bash Anime. It's a legitamate art form. And the people that do have never watched it. "Well Speed racer and Pokemon suck" Yeah, well so did Planet Nine From Outer Space. I don't diss all American movies because of a few crappy B movies. I guess I really hate it when people form an opinion about anything they haven't experienced, or aren't informed fully about. They don't have the right, and it's stupid. It's also why our Country is full of idiots. Everyone's opinionated about things they know nothing about.
I have a playing card stuck in my wall. It's in kinda deep too. I threw it there. I'm proud of that.
Is a Pirate-Ninja the ultimate warrior, or is he just a very confused one?
"ARGH! I'll be stealing...But...there...is...no....HONOR in this! HARI CARI!"
Can I fly if I try hard enough?
I think we have a too-human concept of God. I don't think he has a loving personality. I don't think he has any personality. I think he's an uncaring force that did it's job and then joined with the system of stars in the form of energy. A happening that we hold special because it spawned us. Our view of God is kinda arrogant, don't you think? Comforting no? hehe...I love messing with the reader's head. Anyways, God's busy kids. Figure it out for yourself today.
Maddox is my God.
That's all for now. I needed that. Rest assured...this is a rough thing I threw out. I'm just getting started. I have more to say. Just give me some time. And some money. Guess I don't need it, but hey, it's be nice. No? Worth a shot, right?
Well, well...Tony has a blog. Curb your overwhelming excitement. I was jealous of all my blogger and online diary friends...so it's time I kept up with the times. What will you see here? You'll see the inner workings of the swirling chaos that is my mind and soul. Revealed at last. So let the words flow freely. Let none be safe that incur my wrath...A wrath tasted through the most deadliest of weapons: A sharp wit and a sharp tongue! Let the words....flow....
flow....
anytime now...
Oh, don't worry. They'll flow. In time. Right now, I'm settling in. You can see my rants about Stupid people and my futile attempts to find happiness later. In the meantime...
The following statement is true.
The above statement is false.
You think about that, and when I have time I'll come back and get you.
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flow....
anytime now...
Oh, don't worry. They'll flow. In time. Right now, I'm settling in. You can see my rants about Stupid people and my futile attempts to find happiness later. In the meantime...
The following statement is true.
The above statement is false.
You think about that, and when I have time I'll come back and get you.
