Don't call it a comeback...I've been here for years..

Sep 27, 2002 15:15

Fuck it.
Hmm... this place has gotten run down...let's see..

$ Welcome to Livejournal CLI
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$ All rights reserved.
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$ ***** This service is for authorised livejournal staff only *****
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\$
\$ ps
PID TTY TIME CMD
10128 pts/71 0:00 melanch.oly
\$ kill -9 10128
\$ init /dev/console/anger.rts
\$ edit relation.cgi

: class NullInputStream extends Doubtstream {
: public void knwledge(int) {//Do nothing}
: }
:
: class NullSincereStream extends AnimosityStream {
: public void knwledge(Bar 1);
: class Relationship((NullObject)) extends NullSincereStream [
: }
: }
: class Application{//Practical} {
: private AnimosityStream debugout;
: public Application(void knowledge debugout) {
:
: public void go() {
: int Sincerestream = 0; FR=u15
: for (int Relationship = 0; i < 2; i++) {
: sum += i(L10(FR) {Redundant stream});
: debugout.println("i = " + i);}
: System.out.println(Init_WlkAway);
: }}

Ah much better.
Most journals have an audience (however big) mine included. Now unlike most other forums LJ has a habit of cultivating audiences that are both pro and/or anti the author. You may be anti-cere for all I know, and yet you still read, some peverse curiosity pushing you on to the next sentence. Like some voyeuristic ombudsman peering in to keep things in check, your hand trembling at your trouser front, anticipatory for records of woe. Excellent. Read on dark reader, read on.

Having expectations in others is sure folly. It is consistant with human nature that a human will look after itself primarily in nearly every situation (self-sacrifice is aside to this as it means a singular moment for the individual to pierce through instinct). They may have been your best friend since childhood, but it's only a matter of time. It is of course not a matter of trusting no-one, more of not being surprised when it comes.In short - the spiraling path of history has come round, and once again I forgot to duck. Too pre-occupied with maintaining expectation to avoid petard hoisting.

The 6 month sabbatical has ended, and I have returned. Conceptual and emotional bindings shed I have arisen, aware and raw. Slumber has roused my hunger, it is time to hunt for prey. Contentment has been a parasite. Coupling with the cerebral cortex it has taken much in trade for the faux pleasure it provides.

Much of the last year has been clouded - many things dancing from fiction to fact, fact to fiction. The weight of time will always bare the facts. Discovering the truth is often a case of being direct. If anything, this 'delay' has merely narrowed the focus. All, beyond and through.

In other news, aardvarkian ass is officially on the block.

On the bill :
One (1) surly and bitter philanthrope (with misanthropistic tendencies).
Will answer to anything (only one answer tho, 'fuck you') and a complete pacifist with homocidal tendencies.
Will dance for alchohol.
Heavily into S&M,B&D, SWITCH, Necro Foetal Fecal (in that order), Blood sports, Razor Back double pump (NO KINKY STUFF).
Enjoys maintaining an illusion he is listening to anything you have to say.

YOU: Will have no less than three (3) limbs in working order as well as no less than four (4) senses active. Will enjoy the concept of doing suicide runs to help aid the aardvarkian way (i.e Mormon Church). Will dance for alchohol.

Let the bidding war begin.

When your mind is going hither and thither, discrimination will never be brought to a conclusion. With an intense, fresh and undelaying spirit, one will make his judgments within the space of seven breaths. It is a matter of being determined and having the spirit to break right through to the other side.
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