An Uncanny Return

Currently Listening The Sun And The Moon By The Bravery see related

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Currently Reading Making Money By Terry Pratchett see related

Sermon

Heady. The smell of wine in the air, raucous laughter flitting through the air and a good measure of whiskey tinged on one's breath, slowly trickling its way down the esophagus like liquid gold. A beautiful woman at the end of the bar, smiling wickedly.

These are the moment's we live for of course. At least I do, discounting those self-denying masochists who enjoy the company of little boys a little bit too much. But let's digress there for a minute. Now, because. Because. Well, because at a moment's notice it may well be swept away like a Jew who thought that perhaps Auschwitz was just a particularly screamy pie factory. Life's too precious and ephemeral to just stroll in to the furnace like that. More to the point, life is about want and taking what one wants. You have to be clear-cut like a bloody razor blade about it: find out what you want out of life, seize it by the tender bits and don't let go until the rollercoaster stops. Otherwise, you'll never be happy, not really. You have take what you can get, living in a universe that was already against us in a million and one ways even before the man in the white coat smacked you on the arse.

Oh, that's right you narrow-minded bastards. Prohibition failed. And why was that, you think? Maybe because mankind's true nature hates being shoved up morality's squeaky clean rectum, and we'd prefer to roll around in our own filth much at our own accord rather than being confined by a poncey little holier-than-thou tosser's idea of right and wrong that’d jump if a beautiful woman so much as prodded it. Or perhaps it's because you lot just really lack any fundamental charisma. Really, quite a puzzler, that. But it's quite alright, mates, don't get your knickers in a twist, live and let live I say. I'm sure that bright-eyed choir boy in your closet would agree implicitly.

So, listen, it's okay to be a rogue, libertine and all round reprobate once in a while. Just do it with a little style, eh. And remember, it's all about you.

Currently Listening The Mating Game By Bitter:Sweet see related

A Dentist's Perogative

To me, reading Douglas Adams in bite-sized shots has become a form of therapy (like a good Scotch). The randomized absurdity is like getting tripped up on Novocaine. I take great comfort in absurdity as it steadily lulls me into a gleefully unassuming state. And soon the world just spins and spins, and the pink humpbacks whirring by matter not a whit. Ironically, however, in an absurd way, whatever is considered absurd by conventional standards makes far more sense to my brain. Hence my utter disdain (most of the time) for things that people usually take in their stride.

This seems to suggest to me that I wasn't built to last. Some people are just thrown onto this plane of existence with the sole purpose of being the proverbial fluffy toy pig sitting merrily on the ground next to a car crash.

Mood, I can't access your site. It seems to be telling me that I need to be of an age of consent to read your fluff and snuff. Of course, no startling connotations whatsoeevr have as yet arisen in my beaming, child-like mind.

Currently Reading The Catcher in the Rye By J.D. Salinger see related

A Common Ailment

Then, one day, I said to myself: "Oh, what the heck!" I'll share it with you guys. It's really time I revealed my dark secret to someone.

Are you ready?

Okay, then. Here it comes.

The truth is...

...I am...

...a DEMOCRAT!