
^@#&@*!(()!@* ... If I see just one more of you screw-ups do that thing where you do multiple <title> lines in your web pages so it does that lame-brained crawling eyesore, I am going to find you and kill you. I mean it. [Wow! And if you just don't get it, check out this awesome example of how not to make a page. But remember folks: this is parody -- do not try this at home(page?).]
(can you tell it is just really starting to sink
into my soul? i mean, we all knew it and talked about it -- the end
of the net. we said, with remorse, the good days were gone, and the
life was sucked out of it, and it was headed towards the great
meat-grinder that can only be labeled as "american culture" .... but
it has finally really sunk into me. like the loss of anything
meaningful, there is a gap between saying you have come
to terms with the loss, and feeling it. it is over. it is
a mall. it is television. it is mc-quality. it is the american
automobile. it is mass culture. i give up.) 95.01.18 - the
day jon broke
I have been known to chant, even while unconscious, "Love is a lie." Isn't a lie just one step away from an illusion? There is something in there about sex and passion, and death, too. I wonder about love. Wonder if I really do know what love is -- and am just afraid to conjure that image up in my head -- perhaps out of fear of wanting it too much. Or, fear of seeing what life is really about.
About the best I can offer now is a song that always comes to mind. Maybe
it has to do with passion or sex or obsession or death; not love. Maybe it is about
everything. I don't know. Just go get the album ("Doolittle") yourself.
- Track 15, Gouge Away, by The Pixies:
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gouge away you can gouge away stay all day if you want to
missy aggravation
gouge away
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sleeping on your belly you break my arms you spoon my eyes been rubbing a bad charm with holy fingers
gouge away
chained to the pillars
gouge away
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