NEW LOW!: Tuesday Solitude Spawns Sickening Epiphany |
I enjoy needing to go to the bathroom because it makes me feel like I have a purpose.
Posted by Jay on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 10:09:00 PST |
Fantastic Spasm OF THE Underdeveloped Mind |
I wonder if humans, at some point, stop learning patterns and constructing a mental paradigm; we stop the process of adjusting to the world, begun at our birth, and behave exclusively according to soc...
Posted by Jay on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 08:54:00 PST |
Emotastic Post-High-School Hormonally-Driven Drivel |
Money, in theory, is a measure of one's value to society. One earns money based on voluntary transactions with one's peers; each dollar is a "vote" that decides exactly how our society will be run: wh...
Posted by Jay on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 12:42:00 PST |
Resolution |
America is too big and mass media is too manipulatable to allow for a sane society. I therefore have resolved to desert society and live alone 'mongst the sentient yet peaceful tree octupi of the Paci...
Posted by Jay on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 02:07:00 PST |
Octopus-Themed Haikus AND Reflections ON God AND Citrus Fruits |
Lonesome OctopusSitting on a grassy knollIf kicked, will you roll?Oh CephalopodYour eyes shine like the moonlightAnd your thighs are niceIf God gives you lemons... FIND A NEW GOD....
Posted by Jay on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 11:38:00 PST |
Dialogue |
Man: The Southwest is for steers and queers.Me: ...Man: ...Me: No YOU'RE gay.
Posted by Jay on Thu, 13 Sep 2007 04:21:00 PST |
Love songs. |
The only worthwhile love songs written in the 20th century were penned and recorded by Wayne Coyne of the Flaming Lips.
Posted by Jay on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 03:39:00 PST |
