The internet is where man's freaky side likes to get down and boogy in the timeless existence of cyber-space.

why look at this page, this entry even, it represents a certain level of self-indulgence and unhibited monologue spawned only by that certain special brand of anonymity that the internet provides.

God we are such freaks when no one knows who we are. All that self-righteousness, that contrived wierdness, that repressed sexuality, it's kinda of beautiful in it's own eerie way.

well whatevs as my mother might say.

"omigod my nuts burn with righteousness, can you feel their psychadelic mind pain!?!"

bow to the spleen

the spleen is awesome

you shall all succumb to the power of the spleen

the spleen is an ubiquitous omnipresent force in this universe; its power is immense yet subtle, quietly shifting the strands of fate to its own design

do not resist the spleen, when he comes for you, embrace his spleeniness with open arms

you have been warned

I'll cut ya', cut ya' like a bitch dawg!!

I crave green

At this point, I'm considering walking into the local public school equipped with naught but a black back pack slung between my shoulders...but that seems a touch on the side of desperation...
though that is not to say I am above such base activities....

because I'm not

I'm a kid, in America
not some grand mystic on a misty mountain of mysterious mystery (though some would say otherwise)
and even those so blessed/cursed with painful self-awareness
succumb to their Id; their instinctual nature every so often

as it happens I quite enjoy succumbing to my Id...

I will not lie, I have a certain fondness for the beast in me
he lets me do things that otherwise I would never even consider doing...sometimes it's scary to let myself go like that

but often it is completely neccesary.
lets me tune back in with the reality of my existence, rather than the fabricated existence humanity has immersed itself in.

I bought a book on human anatomy the other day, I spent the majority of last night trying to draw hands...
tricky little bastards
I never realized how bizarre the human form was (especially hands) until I picked up that book. I tried to look at my hand to comprehend why it is the way it is

won't lie, kinda freaked out just me staring at my hand
had one of those moments of universal unraveling, but it only lasted for a moment...as it always does...*grumble*

the bucktoothed dude says: "I love you, bitch!"
(he's just so full of love that bucktoothed dude)

EMOTICONS ARE A LIE!!!!
DON'T GIVE IN TO THE FALSEHOOD!!!!!


he's always watching you

I have a meeting scheduled with The Dean of Students tomorrow. I don't know what about, but it's bound to suck, it always does.