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[07 Sep 2002|10:41pm] |
You know, a thought occured to me as I was at the forge today working on the new sword.
There's a harem outside Nan Elmoth. Its employees enter and exit the dark forest on a weekly basis.
I still have my mind tricks over other people.
The question is: why not? Why not?
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[04 Sep 2002|08:50pm] |
There appears to be a war going on. You've seen all the satires in which people express their laments and sympathies to either side of the field, mourning over the fact that their delicate balance of life consisting of mundane and mindless shit has been knocked aside by war and suffering. O, woe is me! I can no longer go on licking the assholes of celebrities in tabloid news magazines without feeling the obligation that I should be feeling guilty for licking the assholes of celebrities in tabloid news magazines!
How profane.
And certainly, I could have used a euphanism in expressing my point but I believe that is boring. And writing is a lot more interesting to read when it assaults your eyes or makes your mind reel.
Or your eyes glaze over.
Take this for example:
A human being is a spirit. But what is spirit? Spirit is the self. But what is the self? The self is a relation that relates itself to itself or is the relation's relating itself to itself in the relation; the self is not the relation but is the relation's relating itself to itself.
Making things convoluted is a great way of expressing your opinion to someone, gently telling them to fuck off by making them confused. Either that or opt for your fists.
By the way, I have ejected my wife from my life. Divorce papers have been signed and finalised. Perhaps in the near future, I may find someone more accepting of my ethics, of what I believe in. My way of thinking. And one who respects me too.
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[31 Aug 2002|01:14pm] |
Not amusing. Not amusing at all. However, I know where not to tread when there's gods frisking about in their holy land of theirs, which Aredhel had so politely left way back in the First Age, might I add. I suppose patience should be a virtue for me this time, a virtue I shall practice for my benefit.
Ugh.
I caught the boy calling up those stupid 900 porn numbers earlier this morning and locked him in the basement as punishment. Ingrate.
Off to the forge then.
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[30 Aug 2002|09:52pm] |
Things to do:
-finish forging machete with dwarf friends
-give the son a taste of internal bleeding
-write angry letter to valar concerning hostile feelings towards the sun and light in general
-send daily mail bomb to random member of House of Finwë
-perform husbandly duty to wife several times in the twilight
-break the son's spirit
Things done:
-broke the wife's spirit.
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[29 Aug 2002|10:20pm] |
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First clue: Ungrateful son of a bitch.
Second clue: half-Noldor ungrateful son of a bitch.
Third clue: Son of a bitch that should have been strangled at birth.
Who is it? Who is it?
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