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A Very Vulgar Rant
Every morning i awake to a medley of mayhem. A cacophony of explosions, ordnance detonations, and spattering shrapnel wrack my room, startling me from my peaceful slumber. Shell-shocked, i leap to attention and frantically search for the source of the commotion only to realize that it is nothing more than my roommate taking a crap next door. As it happens, the accoustics of my bathroom were designed specifically to enhance and broadcast obscene noises-- the clamor of my morning concerto is really just a bowel movement, amplified and projected throughout the appartment. I need to get some Audio Engineers on this shit.
Lame-O
Many people don't realize how much responsibility a personality really is. In fact, a personality is probably even more demanding than a puppy. First of all, puppies are born as cute, cuddly little fur balls, whos only fault might be a lack of potty-training. Undeveloped personalities, however, are rude, impulsive, and often psychotic-- real menaces to society. If you don't take care of your puppy, it might grow up to be an ill-tempered dog. On the other hand, if you don't tend to your personality, it could turn into a real asshole. You can teach your puppy to speak, sit, or roll over, but you have to train your personality to carry on entire conversations and dance the Charleston. Personalities require a great deal of nurture and care-- so please, think twice before you decide to get one.
Learn yer' commas motherfucker.
Memiors of a College Student
Bob, my feral (not rabid) box turtle.
verbose - for as much as i say, i sure don't have much to say
specious - sexy devil
Bloems:
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Philosophers and Poets and Writers
alike
are a bunch of Drunken Drugged-up Dreamers.
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I used to live the wildest dreams,
dreams of flying fire-trucks and talking citrus islands.
Then I took a logic class.
Commanded by
my newly reason hammered head
one half my world disintegrated,
thrown in tatters to the winds
as
'unwarrented beliefs'
'blatant contradictions'.
and
'pareidolia'
Reason does not dream.
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Story:
Hypothetical situation: definitive proof of God's (non)existence
Zen allegory of The Most Beautiful Woman and The Blind Man
Every morning i awake to a medley of mayhem. A cacophony of explosions, ordnance detonations, and spattering shrapnel wrack my room, startling me from my peaceful slumber. Shell-shocked, i leap to attention and frantically search for the source of the commotion only to realize that it is nothing more than my roommate taking a crap next door. As it happens, the accoustics of my bathroom were designed specifically to enhance and broadcast obscene noises-- the clamor of my morning concerto is really just a bowel movement, amplified and projected throughout the appartment. I need to get some Audio Engineers on this shit.
Lame-O
Many people don't realize how much responsibility a personality really is. In fact, a personality is probably even more demanding than a puppy. First of all, puppies are born as cute, cuddly little fur balls, whos only fault might be a lack of potty-training. Undeveloped personalities, however, are rude, impulsive, and often psychotic-- real menaces to society. If you don't take care of your puppy, it might grow up to be an ill-tempered dog. On the other hand, if you don't tend to your personality, it could turn into a real asshole. You can teach your puppy to speak, sit, or roll over, but you have to train your personality to carry on entire conversations and dance the Charleston. Personalities require a great deal of nurture and care-- so please, think twice before you decide to get one.
Learn yer' commas motherfucker.
Memiors of a College Student
Bob, my feral (not rabid) box turtle.
verbose - for as much as i say, i sure don't have much to say
specious - sexy devil
Bloems:
__________________________________________________
Philosophers and Poets and Writers
alike
are a bunch of Drunken Drugged-up Dreamers.
__________________________________________________
I used to live the wildest dreams,
dreams of flying fire-trucks and talking citrus islands.
Then I took a logic class.
Commanded by
my newly reason hammered head
one half my world disintegrated,
thrown in tatters to the winds
as
'unwarrented beliefs'
'blatant contradictions'.
and
'pareidolia'
Reason does not dream.
_________________________________________________
Story:
Hypothetical situation: definitive proof of God's (non)existence
Zen allegory of The Most Beautiful Woman and The Blind Man