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Jul. 1st, 2011 | 03:33 pm

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Jun. 29th, 2011 | 06:31 pm

Swear to god, I just plugged 'shit' into Google to see if they got rid of cache links (like the last experiment they foisted off on a number of users).

Safe Search was off. Totally, 100% off. The results I received were for shih tsu dogs, and the search bar had the temerity to suggest that 'shit' was misspelled.

Christ almighty. When I turn safe-search off and enter a query like that, I know what I'm getting into! What's next, showing me pictures of nannies, billies and kids when I search for goatse?

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Memoirs of an Air Raid Siren

May. 25th, 2011 | 03:31 am

"We fought in the war, you know? Stationed on the banks of the Channel. Oh, they tried to give us these ridiculous megaphones, but we didn't need them. So many German planes came down at the sound of our calls... pity we couldn't do anything about the rockets, though."

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May. 22nd, 2011 | 06:19 pm

"She walked into my office like she owned it. Grown up some since the last time I saw her, no longer a sweet little girl, but a dame with legs up to here and child-bearing hips... and let's just say she wouldn't have trouble feeding the kids. I sat behind my desk, feet up like she hated, with Jack between us as a mediator. I'd known her as the Crone, too."

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Who Weathers the Weathermen?

Oct. 31st, 2010 | 03:35 am

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Freud would have fun... Sat Oct 30 Nagi
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Freud would have so much fun with this weather report. Cloudy, with a chance of dick.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edmVXJWKpNw

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Freud Sat Oct 30 Drac
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Freud, I think, would say that sometimes a penis-shaped weather pattern is just a penis-shaped weather pattern. Rorsarch, however, would be quite interested in what you see in that shape. (the psychiatrist, not the Watchman character.)

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The Other Rorschach Sat Oct 30 Lightdancer
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Chemtrails in east, over power station. The weather's masters are afraid of me. I have seen their true faces. They stand before green-screens and digital backdrops, grinning and gesturing at their symbols, never fully turning away from the audience at home. Clouds shaped like penises in the sky. God is dead and his hoodlum angels have scrawled graffiti on the ceiling of Heaven. As above, so below. Clouds the milky shade of semen. Not a coincidence. The people will look up and shout "Rain, rain! Go away!"...

...and I'll look down, and whisper "no."

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Brief experiments in voice

Aug. 6th, 2010 | 01:40 pm

"I speak only in punchlines."

"...wait, you what? But--"

"I never said they were all winners."

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Jan. 8th, 2010 | 10:11 am
mood: accomplished

Snowed last night. Sidewalk plows haven't been by yet, so it's like walking on frigid sand. Feet hurt, and back hurts. Regardless, I borrowed a page from one of the neighborhood kids that I saw this morning:



Took a moment to admire the sky, too.

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All we are is dust breaking wind.

Jan. 3rd, 2010 | 12:42 am

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.

In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.

This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,

“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”

The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when you rode upon my shoulders and hit your head on every last fucking door frame."

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I may be a huge geek, but I'm in good company

Jan. 1st, 2010 | 12:59 am
location: !Europa
mood: amused amused
music: Also Sprach Zarathustra

http://twitter.com/#search?q=all%20these%20worlds%20are%20yours

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Dec. 25th, 2009 | 06:06 pm
mood: masterful

Beat beat beat beat

Beat beat beat beat

Beat beat beat beat

Beat beat beat beat

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