(no subject)
over to you,
may the king of fools
forever listen to the
ceaseless chatter of shape
hungry wolves.
for the liberace's and secret allies,
to the decadent starving ghoul,
this message is for anyone who cares to
listen to the winner of foods.
aspirin after boost blasting me through a
multiverse of blinking neon signs, broadcasting
cosmic pole dancing and other such
seedy conduct.
i hear that if our sun were replaced by betelguese, the entire inner solar system would be engulfed by it. up to jupiter, i think. isn't that crazy? would that then mean that pluto would be able to sustain life? huh. betelguese is roughly a billion mile wide, which means, if it were not a burning gas ball of molten shit, it would take me more than thirty years to walk across. that is, if i took a single step every second second. i think. correct me if i'm wrong but, uh, i think it would be about thirty one years, two hundred and fifty days, seven hours, forty six minutes and thirty nine seconds. give or take, though, considering we don't know the exact measure of the surface. shoot, and i think that's if i'm walking in a straight line, directly through the star. to do a full, rounded circle would take me at least twice the time, i think.
shit, what a universe this is.
now, on to better, more trivial and stupid, subjects.
i went to trey's house and had a few beers with jared. that was cool. for some odd reason, these two japanese tourists managed to find their way to his home all the way down in talofofo. i guess one of brandon's friends brought them down for that little shindig of theirs. they kept coming in to use the bathroom, apologizing, profusely, the whole way down the hall. some crazy nights at that house.
may the king of fools
forever listen to the
ceaseless chatter of shape
hungry wolves.
for the liberace's and secret allies,
to the decadent starving ghoul,
this message is for anyone who cares to
listen to the winner of foods.
aspirin after boost blasting me through a
multiverse of blinking neon signs, broadcasting
cosmic pole dancing and other such
seedy conduct.
i hear that if our sun were replaced by betelguese, the entire inner solar system would be engulfed by it. up to jupiter, i think. isn't that crazy? would that then mean that pluto would be able to sustain life? huh. betelguese is roughly a billion mile wide, which means, if it were not a burning gas ball of molten shit, it would take me more than thirty years to walk across. that is, if i took a single step every second second. i think. correct me if i'm wrong but, uh, i think it would be about thirty one years, two hundred and fifty days, seven hours, forty six minutes and thirty nine seconds. give or take, though, considering we don't know the exact measure of the surface. shoot, and i think that's if i'm walking in a straight line, directly through the star. to do a full, rounded circle would take me at least twice the time, i think.
shit, what a universe this is.
now, on to better, more trivial and stupid, subjects.
i went to trey's house and had a few beers with jared. that was cool. for some odd reason, these two japanese tourists managed to find their way to his home all the way down in talofofo. i guess one of brandon's friends brought them down for that little shindig of theirs. they kept coming in to use the bathroom, apologizing, profusely, the whole way down the hall. some crazy nights at that house.