“‘It wasn’t a virus. It wasn’t a virus.’
The transmission isn’t without static, but the message is clear. It wasn’t a virus. They must have found it. They must have found the source.
We can’t return their message, of course, and so they’ll have no way of knowing, but their efforts have contributed greatly to the Church. Perhaps there is a chance yet, if we escape these anomalies. If they survive, they’ll bring with them the Old-Knowledge. How these things came to be, how these events came to pass. What happened? It wasn’t a virus, then what was it?
Here they come, get ready…â€
It wouldn't have worked out any way,
So now its just another lonely day,
Further along we just may,
But for now its just another lonely day
Love is crazy. His body began to shimmer. The majestic, the creator, the evolver, the all knowing. Love is nuts
Lost,
I am lost, broken, forgotten.
I’m really tired and I’m already starting to dream.
I can see myself walking through a haze, a blur of confusion, not aware of my surroundings, un-able to get a hold of what’s going on around me.
A strong force is pushing down on me and pushing me back, and for what ever reason, although I have no idea why, I keep pushing on.
Stubborn and dumb, a powerful combination, capable of the worst of atrocities, too dumb to know any better.
Like a child, there’s nothing as cruel or merciless.
On, and on, and on I push, I will not give up on my mission, though my mission is un-clear, and in fact, in the end there may have never even been a mission.
A waste of time, a waste of energy, a waste of will power, a waste of ego;
there never was a more disappointing sight.
Pathetic.
~Rabbit
"The Cause of Death" - Immortal Technique,"Dream a Little Dream of Me" - Mama Cass,"Psycho Boy Jack" - The Dust Brothers,"See That My Grave Is Kept Clean" - Blind Lemon Jefferson,"No Children" - The Mountain Goats,"The Mess Inside" - The Mountain Goats,"Not Fade Away" - Buddy Holly,"They're Red Hot" - Robert Johnson,"Moonlight Sonata" - Beethoven,"Spanish Caravan" - The Doors,"Packard Goose" - Frank Zappa,"Another Lonely Day" - Ben Harper
Sun so bright that I’m nearly blind,
Cool cause I’m wired and I’m out of my mind,
Warm is the dope running down my spine,
But I don’t care about you,
And I’ve got nothing to do,
I smoked a joint laced with opium once. It was the most peaceful feeling I ever had. We were on a small hill over-looking a pond. And everything just got real still. The grass was blowing in the wind. And the ducks were slowly gliding on the water from place to place. The ripples of the water seemed to move with the slowest momentum. It was very beautiful, and when I hear the river's song it sometimes takes me back to that same feeling.
--Rabbit
Late at night, the monkeys would gather at the cliffside and drink their drinks
and stare in proud wonder at the stars. They would discuss their philosophies
and trade thoughts and theories, without realizing that their understanding
of what they saw was not unlike that of a cat's upon watching a television set.
My First Animation!
My Second Animation!
My Third Animation
Do You Think I'm Morbid?/center
I am very good at many things. I can count many ants at one time and I can do riverdance. The other people running are very bad. I am very good. I have cute names for all of my stuffed animals and I can ride a bicycle and I wear suits and I am very popular. I will not use your taxes for BAD THINGS and my testicles have fully descended. I am 25% more absorbant than the leading brand. I will unite the people.
The Art of Shen Ku, Ill Wind, Into the Wild, Heart of Darkness, Old Man and the Sea, Way of the Peaceful Warrior, Citizens of the Empire, What is Property?, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, Demian, Siddhartha, Zen Guitar, The Motorcycle Diaries, The Autobiography of Malcolm X: As Told to Alex Haley, Black Company, On the Road, Black Hawk Down (yes the movie sucked, but the book is something else), The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, and all the Lonely Planet books in the world.
Pretend to be a fuckin ninja, or a demon or something, guys, not me. That's just sad. Roman brought one to my attention recently, as girls that this asshole is hitting on are writing to Roman to ask if it's really me they are about to go meet in someone's basement bedroom while this smoooth operator's parent's are out. Look...if it's friendly, communicative, and approachable, it's probably not me.
she sat in her cubicle, her DESIGNATED SPACE, staring at the empty desktop before her as she affixed tiny stickers onto each of her fingernails. in six years, four months, and eleven days, she would be gone.