zesty mordant

"it's not a war against drugs; it's a war against personal freedom"
--bill hicks
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"the audacity!"
--hank hill
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"but i don't want to go among mad people," alice remarked.
"oh, you can't help that," said the cat. "we're all mad here. i'm mad. you're mad."
"how do you know i'm mad?" said alice.
"you must be," said the cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
the, uh, purpose of this site to be perfectly honest, when i signed up for a freewebs account one early summer morn, i wasn't sure what was going to become of my webspace. besides squirrel fights and senseless massacre, what else did i possibly have to share? not only that, but it was unlikely that i would stick with such a prospect.
however, shortly after the conception of lizs crack shack, i found myself managing a small, yet loyal following, which -- i SUPPOSE--was my primary objective. for hours i plugged away at the shitty little site, uploading with a fervor i hadn't experienced since my salad days of yore.
but the question stood: what exactly was it that resulted from the various writings i had plucked, polished, posted? the admittedly amateurish manipulations of crime scene photos? the satire? the tomfoolery? the derision? the blatant self-righteousness? the inadequate observations? ..the sentence fragments followed by question marks?
me, i'm not sure--and unfortunately i'm left wondering, because i have very little to remember it by.
with the manifestation of this modest fanbase came the inclusion of more challenging content. naturally, to appease the dogged demands of my adherents, i had to stagger over a line of decency here and there.
thus, the subject matter shifted. indeed, i shifted--from a bumbling bystander, to a malevolent, low-budget terrorist--or so they claimed. i would be outright lying if i said i didn't see a change, though i certainly did not assume any measures to counter my adorable little e-persona. simply put, i was reveling in awesome power. ..silverafter nearly 15 months of .. exposure, freewebs pulled the plug on liz's crack shack, citing "graphic violence" as their reason...silver as a result of this trauma, i stewed a great deal. boy, did i EVER. i spent hours submerged in rumination, scanning and re-scanning the few files i had backed up. hell, i even cried a bit.
then--like a brick to the face-- it hit me. what it was i wanted to do, what it was that i did. that means that this time, i have a message, too.
as an elite, hopelessly misanthropic human being whine child, i find i am regularly sickened by other human beings, more specifically the heedless actions of less intellectually advantaged human beings. i'll be the first to say this isn't anything wildly original, that a lot of people share these sentiments--and those are exactly the type of people in which i would initiate conversation. i'm also sensitive to the fact that my dissonant kvetching may greatly discomfit some of you. it really shouldn't, unless of course YOU *points* YOU are bedevilled to a charmless life of cretinism. and it's that's the case, i don't think you would have understood that sentence.
so, instead of being destructive and externalizing my aversion by spray-painting shitty little slogans on government buildings, i would much rather allow my ire to fuel me creatively. basically, this is the result. me reflecting back onto the world--albeit a deaf world--what i see, what i think of it. you can say i'm attempting to raise awareness of this worldwide epidemic, stupidity. i'm hoping vapid people--ie. the ilk i routinely target on this site--will see this and maybe think twice about reproducing. a lofty goal perhaps, but then again, i'm an oddly ambitious individual.

yeah. that's when we were doing a lot of e.
denes. (den-iss) n. 1. yugoslavian stallion 2. one who occasionally relinquishes his rollers' rights to me 3. refers to me as 'elizabeth' regularly 4. often leaves me so consumed with hatred i can hardly function 5. is the only one for me