Jan 20, 2005 00:35
Now I wonder, who will visit this? Shall I force it upon my friends in a desperate attempt to peddle my mediocre writings? Or will I simply put it online as a vent for adolescent frustrations? Lo' and behold! I do not know. As oft as I do not know what the hell is going on in Biology class, this journal shall be visited as oft I do know. Which is very infrequently. Most excellent. Thus most entries will go unnoticed, slowly lost in the binaries of cyberspace. Winking in and out of my mind's existance, quickly evaporating in realms of conscious thought and slowly materialising in the drudgery of boredom and reminding the creator that it at one point existed.
Massive coronary failure. We have lost an uphill struggle against implacable time. The whore of creation is here, that which has plagued man since he first gazed into the nightsky and knew of his existence, and pondered his immobile planet. Time, interesting a concept made by mankind, will eventually unravel us and force us into hiding. TIME TIME TIME! Move until your clock ticks no more.
This, is the end of the show. The curtains are closing, the lights are dimming, and the music (Turning volume down) is fading. Oh yes, The Devil's Advocate, apparently a good movie. Last time I watched it, not so good. This time, it was better. I am pleased with the outcome.