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It's raining, and huge clouds of white fog are drifting past my window like the ghosts of whales. They peer in at me and think 'so this is what goes on up here'. Yes friends from the sea, this is it. You haven't missed much, though we have learned to do some exciting things with fireworks. Drop by for that.
Six new messages in my inbox today, all from people I don't know trying to get at money they mistakenly believe I have. I think capitalism is brilliant. It tries to sell me personalized address labels with the phrase 'Everybody needs them. Why not get them for free?' As though wielding a pen has suddenly become unbearably primitive. How have I survived thus far without personalized address labels? Surely by the grace of God alone. Another missive offers me a free bottle of weight loss pills with the tagline 'I couldn't take another summer of being called the fat one.' If I could cash in on peoples insecurities so artfully, I too would be a rich man. You are too fat. Everyone thinks so. Give me your money. They are trying to sell me on get rich quick schemes with harrowing 'true life' tales of men being rejected by the women they loved because they just didn't have enough money to treat them right. This is all so beautiful and perverse. It's like watching a cannibal ballet dancing through my email every morning. Nothing but graceful pirouettes and razor sharp teeth gliinting silver in the spotlights . It's beautiful like a guilitine in the sunset. A perfect picture of frightening efficiency. It is hell's perpetual motion. It is thermodynamics on fire. man alone could never have created something so pristine. No my friends, and the whales outside my window, this is nature. uprooted and taken to the sky. This is what happens in the instant before it sighs and falls apart. This is almighty God with a gun to his head. This is what we have become.
Six new messages in my inbox today, all from people I don't know trying to get at money they mistakenly believe I have. I think capitalism is brilliant. It tries to sell me personalized address labels with the phrase 'Everybody needs them. Why not get them for free?' As though wielding a pen has suddenly become unbearably primitive. How have I survived thus far without personalized address labels? Surely by the grace of God alone. Another missive offers me a free bottle of weight loss pills with the tagline 'I couldn't take another summer of being called the fat one.' If I could cash in on peoples insecurities so artfully, I too would be a rich man. You are too fat. Everyone thinks so. Give me your money. They are trying to sell me on get rich quick schemes with harrowing 'true life' tales of men being rejected by the women they loved because they just didn't have enough money to treat them right. This is all so beautiful and perverse. It's like watching a cannibal ballet dancing through my email every morning. Nothing but graceful pirouettes and razor sharp teeth gliinting silver in the spotlights . It's beautiful like a guilitine in the sunset. A perfect picture of frightening efficiency. It is hell's perpetual motion. It is thermodynamics on fire. man alone could never have created something so pristine. No my friends, and the whales outside my window, this is nature. uprooted and taken to the sky. This is what happens in the instant before it sighs and falls apart. This is almighty God with a gun to his head. This is what we have become.