final.ly. those gauche thoughts have resovled to abate into the deeper crevices of my brain. congeal, if you will. assuming my morbid ponderings are silver fire liquid, of course. always, of course.
recently i've rediscovered christopher columbus, navigator and maritime explorer. that man had the britches to circumnavigate several hemispheres BEFORE plundering aztec wealth became passe. a footnote of a footnote in the GREAT BIG BOOK OF SHIT? methinks not. perhaps, though, it should be mentioned this brave lad coined the term "cannibal". did i mention i'm pro-life? yeah, i'm against letting those loathsome cannibals getting their bloody mits all over my pristine flesh.
come on now, i need to smarten this blog up. enough of those borderline-sociopathic ramblings. i need to be talking microeconomics and twentieth century german existentialism and ancient sumarian military strategeries (thank preziebush for that word) and about verbose chapters of the bible (the one where they died?).
speaking of which, that infidal saddam hussein was murdered today. execution-style.
funny. saddam was a sunni. and sunnis have the majority in iraq. not the shi'a. his authoritarian style would have made more sense if it were the other way around. like how the united states forced it to be, with a shi'a prezie picking out the curtain pattern for the new iraqi congressional house. and believe me, that damnable jimmy carter had something to say about the way it was built. him and his habbitate for humanity helping the poor (iraqi) people afford their first house (of democracy). that's just the way those things go, i guess. as the world turns...
i wonder if he'll be excarnated. not jimmy carter, i'm talking about saddam. christopher columbus was. for those not in the know, excarnation is where they take all the flesh off after death (damn cannibals), leaving just the bones. native americans did it in prehistoric ages. funny. today was also the memorial for the battle of wonded knee.
EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED AND NOTHING IS MYSTERIOUS THANKS TO FUCKING WIKIPEDIA. assuming, of course (of course), some punk with an attitude problem didn't rampage through the excarnation page on wiki-wiki-wiki-pedia, yo. the kids wil grow up to be assholes.
i (choice organ) the pAper chAse.
So I’ll cut you all open.
I'll see what’s inside you
Or what’s missing.
While this virgin,
Skirt down in the altar-
She don’t owe you a God damn thing,
'Cause she’s gorgeous.
I’ll take her to
The house by the lake,
Where I'll write her a song.
While you fat pigs with call-girls:
They dance in the ballrooms
Shaking their wallets at God.
And the notes fill the pages
As I scramble to paste up
My bleeding heart.
And this sick song moves on,
If you’re lucky lifelong,
You can sing a part.
As it falls apart.