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Funny, how that one cig made everything else mellow. I just sat back and stared at a wall for a while. Trying hard not to think about any one thing in particular for very long. I ordered a pizza, because I was hungry and lazy and really didn't feel like making anything or going anywhere. Pesto, with Fetta, and teryaki chicken. It looks kinda like a baby crapped on a flattened loaf of Pesto, but tastes fucking awsome as hell. Sat back and thought some more, thats when I realized it was silent. Rummaged through the music collection and couldn't find anything I really wanted to listen to, its sad when you have roughtly 30 gigs of music and nothing suits a mood your in. So I grabbed a random DVD, picked a random track and hit play. Figured I couldn't go wrong there. I ended up with "Cowboy Bebop" episode #:24. If you know anythign about the series then what I'm going to describe next you'll understand, if not, go watch the series. Episode 24: (Hard Luck Woman) is the episode where Fey finds out where she's from, and Ed eventualy leaves the Bebop and goes off with her father taking Eine with her. I sat around not really watching this, just staring at my wall, lost in thought of this and that. Listening to the DVD playing in the back ground. At the end, Ed and Eine are leaving, and its basically a drawn out scene to music. It took a little searching but I found out what the name of the song was and who it was sung by: "Call Me Call Me" by: Steve Conte I don't know why, but the minute it started playing, I started crying. Haven't been able to stop, I guess it just touched a nerve the right way or something. I haven't cried to music in a while, but in a room thats all dark minus the light coming from my tiny lamp creating a weird ambience in the back ground, looking at a wall through tears. And all I could do is smile through the tears. I haven't cried like this in years, something just broke I guess. Thoughts of the past, things that I thought wouldn't haunt me any more are back. Thoughts of the future and things that I want so desperatly to change but don't know how. And thoughts of the present and how much I'm starting to hate reality. I miss being able to cry. |
once you get there, you'll be elated to have achieved your goal. then you'll feel a letdown because you've lost your goal. so select another goal and achieve it. etc. plan a string of them if you like. life is too short (and interesting) to hate reality. without goals, it's easy to become confused and unhappy. it's your life. take control of it. make it happen. don't let it just happen to you. don't let other people make your life decisions for you. your friend, action jackson |
Episode 24 will be on Adult Swim tonight on Cartoon Network. Just a little FYI for anyone who might want to hear the song, and see how the episode ends. Maybe you'll be able to figure out what I haven't yet. |
Coincidence. |
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You don't know how much I wish I could hug you right now. I've typed and retyped this post a few times and I wish I could say something anything that would help you feel better. I'm not sure how. Just know that I care (and I suspect that if I susbstituted 'we' for 'I' it would be just as true) and if there's anything that I could do to help you feel better I will do it for you. |
hormones mimic brain signals. patrick, get sam and a film crew on call. |
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it won't happen again, yo. harvest time. young love. |
funny it is. yes it is. and painfully cute. |
Now refrain from making more, Before I kick asses. |
lapis threatens to kick dave.'s ass she will do it, too |
your haiku is weak, lapis. care to try again? |
is frustrating, but an ass kicking is an end. |
learn how to count. the rules are: five seven five. word. |
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when humorous. Strong haiku, when unfunny, weak. Out of practice. |
ha ha fucking ha lapis will kick dave.'s ass if he doesn't shut up |
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Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot. Doot doot doot doot doot. |
myself fucking up a cor rectional haiku. |
people say when they have not a statement to say. |
pez threatens to kick dave.'s ass she will do it, too |
old man. Go back to school, jack. Hit the fucking road. |
haiku war. offense. defense. chill out, ms. hormone. |
night. Gimme a break. You try returning at five. |
indeed, a meta-statement word to your mother. |
4 miles: shoes make the diff'rence comfortable shoes. |
break, the quiet time just before dawn. Result? Tired feet. |
haikus are totally gay. yeah, that's what i think. |
haiku in the first place. You fighting muffin head. |
time machine. starting anew. sweet release. dave. who? |
not. Maybe my sleep timing isn't odd at all. |
the thread jacking. Haiku can be pure evil. |
memory fades over time. sleep. more sleep. sleep more. |
blessing or curse, i can't tell. here we go again. |
and make it cooler here, please, thnx |
And I am not a lurker. Thank you., Capt. H. Wordman, Language Police |
Pronunciation: 'I-r&-nE also 'I(-&)r-nE Function: noun Inflected Form(s): plural -nies Etymology: Latin ironia, from Greek eirOnia, from eirOn dissembler Date: 1502 1 : a pretense of ignorance and of willingness to learn from another assumed in order to make the other's false conceptions conspicuous by adroit questioning -- called also Socratic irony 2 a : the use of words to express something other than and especially the opposite of the literal meaning b : a usually humorous or sardonic literary style or form characterized by irony c : an ironic expression or utterance 3 a (1) : incongruity between the actual result of a sequence of events and the normal or expected result (2) : an event or result marked by such incongruity b : incongruity between a situation developed in a drama and the accompanying words or actions that is understood by the audience but not by the characters in the play -- called also dramatic irony, tragic irony. Coincidence it is, hal. It would have been ironic if the characters stayed where they were and were happily ever after. Everyone take note of the definition. I like the original definition, i was unaware of that. |
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, your cool, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you. I never have been, nor do I find myself anytime in the near future liking haikus. co·in·ci·dence: A sequence of events that although accidental seems to have been planned or arranged. Added with irony: 3 a (1) : incongruity between the actual result of a sequence of events and the normal or expected result It was a fucking ironic coincidence, so fuck both of you. |
That is all I am going to say about this matter. |
"Fuck you, you ass." |
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How do you feel about the words: "Fuck you, you ass." By Harvey on Friday, September 12, 2003 - 11:15am: I like them. I think they are very nice. AHYEEE!!! ha. that was so very lovely. |
Nazi: A. sb. A member of the National Socialist (Workers') Party in Germany, led by Adolf Hitler from 1920 and in power from 1933-45; a member of a similar organization; a person who believes in the aims of Nazism or similar doctrines and in the methods necessary to achieve them. Also Comb. So 'Naziphil(e, a person sympathetic to the ideology of Nazism. Regardless of the negative associations, my obsession with language is not in any way comprable to a political party/organization that embraces a specific ideology and has a particular agenda with regard to socio-economic structures. Proper use of grammar and literary terms is for everyone. I aim to be inclusive; the nazis could hardly be described that way. In any case, I will stop posting about improper use of language on this thread since I never intended to say more than my initial correction and I do not think that additional rants here are appropriate. |
jesus christ i pity him on that trainwreck |
Hal, It would do you some good to pay attention to the proper use of irony. I just opened an e-mail message about an upcoming conference featuring an author, Jonathan Lear, who has written a book called: Therapeutic Action: An Earnest Plea for Irony |
or should i know this already? |
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Some how I doubt he still is enduring that profession. And Harvy, for fucks sake man, you just prooved my god damn point. When I called you "Mr.Harvy Word Nazi" I wasn't implying you were a member of the nazi party. Any dumb shit could figure that out. And you going off and quoting the meaning of the word nazi with its dictionary reference just prooves my point even further. I think a reasonable example of this would be if I called you a dick. Would you then go off and quote the literal meaning of the word dick? dick (1): "n" A Penis So if I called you a dick would you then assume that I think you are a penis? Again I will retort with Fuck you, you Ass. And give a little bit of welcome to sorabji, you fuck. Thank you and have a nice fuckin day. |
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I never once assumed that you were calling me a Nazi. By posting the definition I only meant to illustrate how the word "Nazi" (or any political party membership, for that matter) is not an appropriate metaphor for describing my obsession with language. That is what I resented. I realize that you only meant to associate my obsession with language with the negative meanings associated with the term Nazi, just as I understand that by calling me a dick you are not saying that I am literally a penis, just making a comment on my character. That is fine with me. I am motivately purely by language and the consequences of its misuse. Your assessment of my character is irrelevant. I must say, however, I have noticed on this site that attacks on people's character illustrates some of the most interesting and creative use of the English language. The word "Nazi" to describe the "freakishly anal" behavior of some individuals is not one of them. |
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I love you too J. On another note, I think my cat eats to much. He's not fat or anything, he's built actually, he's like this little weightlifting cat or something. But fucking hell he eats a lot, and quickly too. Its like he's lifting weights or some shit while I'm not here and has a constant need for this energy or something. Have you ever felt like your brain is imploding? Not a headache, but you just constantly feel like something is squeezing your brain like a giant sheet of seranwrap? I've felt like this for the last 2 or 3 weeks, and it will be there for like 20 minutes and then gone for 2 hours and then come back again. I think I'm dying. |
ooops. |
I used to get tension headaches like that all the time. I still do, but now they can be attributed to school related stress. Before, they seemed to be related to depression and always seemed to emerge when I had some kind of relationship issue to deal with. My aunt had a cat that was exremely overweight. Obsese. He didn't eat a lot, he just had some kind of fat absorption/water rentention problem...or something. He weighed about 35 pounds and looked like a footstool. |
And the only thing that helped those headaches was therapy and/or exercise. |
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I had something like that the other day. We spent the whole class going through our reading assignment and after about 2 hours I literally wanted to rip my head open and rub my brain. |
. At least, it sounds similar to what I get. I kinda get tunnel vision too, when that happens. Drinking water helps some too. . It's probably just a brain tumor. |
Poor guy. He's one of the coolest people there. |