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Faugh!

This face, no mere facade of fortitude, expresses a freedom from fate. This feeling, while not faux pas, is fake, for fate's hand is unfettered and well fanged, so should be feared. But fear is so often flighty, for fate is sometimes fabulous, leaving fear forgotten.

Fate is not fair, it just flows, forceful but frivolous. So flow along, fear the frigid follies, but forever enjoying the fact that you are alive.

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I wish I had had a dictionary when I was writing this :\

Can you imagine?

Can you imagine a time spent-

utterly alone?

Nobody there but you

Nobody to laugh with you

Nobody to tell you it is okay?

How would you pass it?

Would you sit down and weep?

Would you wander, eyes glazed over, aimless?

Would you wrap yourself in your memories?

Would you look forward to what will be

A time not alone, close but out of reach

Would you hold on to that future?

...or would you scribble a sub-standard piece of poetry on some till roll?

No Rest For the Wicked {{Brain Dump}}

Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay
I got a mouth to feed
There ain't nothing in this world for free.

Something for something
Nothing for nothing
Equivalent exchange.

But how much should be sacrificed
on a hope, a chance?
Is it all right to risk everything for such an uncertain future?

And yet, nothing is gained from nothing
Risk is a part of being alive.

Are we human, or are we denser?
More able to face our demons.

Everyone needs a reason to be better than they are, to improve
I have found mine - at least, one that works for now
To improve myself, for the sake of someone else, as well as myself.

It is time to roll the dice.
To flip the chessboard.
To yell "JENGA!"
To press play.

And yet, this is the time for none of those things
This is a time to wait, and see.

And who'll hear the echoes of stories never told?
Let them ring out loud, 'til they unfold.

No chance
yet no choice.

There is no coincidence in this world.
Only hitsuzen.

So, all we can do is live
Live, and fight
Fight, for our right to get as we deserve.

We are all mirrors that reflect eachother's Karma
I see mine when I look in your eyes - Do you see yours?

My life is finally starting to go right
Stepping up, and settling into a less 'meh' rhythmn
Karmic payoff, perhaps
God knows I have earned it, even if I did not set out to.

And yet I can't slow down
I can't hold back
Though you know I wish I could.

'cause there ain't no rest for the wicked
'til we close our eyes for good.

The Right Information {{Brain Dump}}

Another brain dump done in class. I have noticed that when I do this in class, the points don't flow so obviously. Probably becuase there are more distractions and stuff than when I do it at my keyboard.

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The deliver the right information
to the right people
in the right form
at the right time.

Form
Function
Mind
Matter
Greed
Power
Animal Reactions

What is the human mind?
Unstructured data.

Oh, a text message.
A welcome distraction.
From someone I actually like hearing from, no less.

Newfags arriving late
They amuse me
I hope they fail.

The 21st Century
Age of the Acronym

Better safe than sorry.
That hunter has Francis!

Management Informations Systems
More reports than there are clouds in the sky.

Marketing deparments are nosy bastards
sticking their fingers where they don't belong.

Class is interesting for a change.
How droll.

Human Resources is a terrible term.
I am more than just a 'resource', thank you very much.

1 job, 150 applicants?
Fight to the death.

Blood, fights, honour.
Sounds like fun.
I am intrigued.

We are all mirrors
that reflect each other's karma

Computers are lost without structure.
Interesting. I could say the same of myself.

Diversions?
I love diversions.
But I digress.

I love open ended questions.
So much potential for mindfuckery.

Hypothesis?
Hypopomous?
Hippopopomous?

How does telling someone to suck your dick make them gay?
Does that make you the gay one, numbskull?

And the shoulder-surfer says:
'LOL, Paul.'

SPSS?
Bloody Acronym Age.

This is the age of hysteria.
One world, controlled the by the media.

Do you know the enemy?
I used to know the enemy
Now, I think the only enemy is myself.
My own weaknesses.

Objective Complete.

The kid behind me is asleep.
I am amused.

Noisy buggers.
STFU and listen.

Get your towels ready
because this shit's about to go down.

Lecture is over
Jack won the bet
Old Dude™ only interrupted twice.
I just lost the game.

The Song of the Century {{Brain Dump}}

They're playing the song of the century
Of panic and promise and prosperity
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me

We didn't start the flame war
but we invariably continue it.

All of this has happened before,
and all of this will happen again.

So say we all.

There is no coincidence in this world
only hitsuzen.

So, maybe,
just maybe,
it's time to shine my halo.

Known not to death,
nor to life.

The path I walk has been so....easy.
Can it be called living?
Have I yet lived?
Sometimes, I wonder.

A friend of so many,
yet a lover of none.
Is it my fate to walk this path alone?
I don't think so.
I refuse to believe it.
For the moment I believe it, hope is lost
and with no hope, that would be my fate indeed.

Words of encourangement reach my ears.
They give me heart
My quest is not in vain
I walk onwards.

Stand on the freakin' point, dumbass.

I don't know if you mean well,
or if you hold sinister intent,
but your warnings will not dissuade me
No matter how many times you repeat them
you fucking broken record.

I'm following my heart
you should be able to understand that
of all people
you dick.

I walk on.

Do I need a reason to help someone?
Yes, I do. But I have one.
But it is a reason in me, that is always there
because I enjoy seeing the smiles.

I once heard a story of a girl
who cried a river and drowned the whole world,
and while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutley love her when she smiles.

Please keep smiling,
for your smile is my reason to change.

So sing us a song of the century,
Thats louder than bombs and eternity
The era of static and contraband,
Leading us into the Promised Land.

Sing us a song...for me.

Self-Importance

"And that's why when you've exhibited the slighest tendency towards self-importance, I've reminded you that you and me - you and I: excuse me - may be every bit as important as the President or the pope or the biggest prime-time icon in Hollywood, but that none of us is much more than a pimple on the ass-end of creation, so let's not get carried away with ourselves. Preventative medicine, boy. It's preventative medicine."
"But what about self-esteem?"
"Heh! Self-esteem is for sissies. Accept that you're a pimple and try to keep a lively sense of humor about it. That way lies grace - maybe even glory."

That is a small excerpt from Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates by Tom Robbins, and I thought it summarized my worldview well enough to deserve a place here!

Why does love do this to me? {{Brain Dump}}

Why does love do this to me?
I don't know, I don't know.

Well, I sorta know.
I mean, its only human, right?
This selfishness.

Selfish? Shellfish.
Crab is good, but prawn is better.
Love that thousand island dressing.

Easter Island heads singing in tune.

Well the remedy is the experience.
This is a dangerous liason.
I won't worry my life away.
Not anymore.

Putting all this on paper makes me wonder if I am actually insane.
Can an insane man recognise his own lack of sanity?
Or must you be sane to see the lackthereof?

Lack.
My life is pretty damn spiffy.
I am content.
It ain't perfect - there is stuff I lack.
Like a girlfriend.
But I have survived without it thus far, so I think I will continue, if that's quite alright with you.

Contentment is a skill, you know.
I've been practicing.
I've gotten quite good, really.

That isn't to say I don't take steps to improve my lot in life.
But for now, it's the only lot I have, so I may as well enjoy it.

If you find yourself inside a bubble, hold your cloak and wait for me.
Always follow orders, little bees.

Goddamn bees.
Why is something so small and so yellow so damn scary?

Five hundred and ten songs on my playlist.
Is there nothing here I want to listen to?

I stand corrected.
All the time is Jason Mraz time.

Well open up your mind, and see like me.
Open up your hands and damn, you're free.
A look into your heart and you'll find love, love, love, love.

Sappy music is for saps.
And hopeless romantics.
And I love it.

Half my playlist is soloist and acustic guitar.
Is that bad?

I just accidentally the game.
I'm sorry that you had to read that.

Tonight, a comedian died in New York.

I see your name on the marble arch,
Love is not a victory march,
It's a cold and it's a broken Halleujah.

And the hardest part is letting go.
Not taking part.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Whatever.
I'll venture later.

Level up!
I am now a level 42 procrastinator.
I'll go and buy my new spells later.

Mmm, Aion.
Angels, Demons, and the Abyss.
What could be better?

The World.
Try the new MMO called 'Outside'.
Realistic graphics!
Intuitive UI!
Force feedback!
Realistic AI!
A fresh twist on the grind we all know and love!

God this blog is full of random crap.
But then, that was sort of the point to begin with.
I laughed when I found out people read it.
Then I figured out that he wasn't kidding.
WTF, people.

I only have one Jazz song on my playlist.
It happens to be my favourite song.
I don't listen to any other Jazz becuase it couldn't possibly be that good.

Wat.
I don't even.
Who...
I don't understand.
That doesn't make any sense.

I don't understand myself either.
Perhaps least of all.

Nonetheless, this is a triumph.

I'm making a note here:
HUGE SUCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.

Anonymous.
We do what we want because we can.

I'd walk ten thousand miles,
ten thousand miles to see you.
And every gasp of breath
I'd grab it just to find you.

Anything for you.

I love you, and I have no idea if you realise it or not.
Crime shame that.
But really, it doesn't matter one way or the other.

For now, that avenue is closed.
Chivalry prevents me from acting.
He holds me back, but I don't resent him for it.
If he didn't, I wouldn't be me.
And if I wasn't me, I probably wouldn't love you.

For now, I can only continue.
Merely wondering what you would say.

“One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love, love someone else.”

Good joke.
Everybody laugh.
Roll on snare drum.
Curtains.

The Founding Fathers had it wrong

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Internetz and the pursuit of Epic Lulz.

WHAT IS LOVE?!?!

Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more.

What is love?

Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more~

Groovy music~