04/18/04 11:34 - ID#35220
The Allegory of the Seashell, a question
But this time you find one that's incredible, and I mean great. Your pockets are full and you cannot carry anymore, so you have to carry it in your hand. But you also have a coffee in hand, so really, your choice is to either pick up the shell and walk back home to read the New Yorker over banana pancakes and/or avocado, ham, mushroom, and cheese omelettes, or rather continue down the beach looking for more, knowing full well that the shell in your hand (assuming of course that you cannot get rid of the shells in your pocket, as they are for someone else and you don't have the right) will suffer the fate of being moved and dropped when you find one that suits your needs more. It doesn't care, but your guilt is larger than any feelings this thing might have.
So here you are. A beach filled with sea shells, and breakfast waiting for you, getting cold.
Keep looking . . . or go and eat your omelette, shell in hand . . . what do you do?
any takers . . .
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04/18/04 11:21 - ID#35219
Me
and will do everyday from now on when it's above 45 and there's no hail
okay, well i just posted this and it looks weird. I didn't see those lines on when I drew it but hey, whaddyagonnado
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04/15/04 10:03 - ID#35218
Pirsig/Trzeciak
-Pirsig
More often than not, it's always better to travel than to arrive.
-Trzeciak
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04/15/04 03:34 - ID#35217
And what a good Woody it was (see below)
So then I find out that this would be Mrs.Asshole has been married three other times! In the same goddamn day!
So we finished anyway because I'm never one to walk away from something I've started and of course, I'm catholic, so once you make the decision . . . besides I changed my name, so I'd like to know who's the real scammer here. Ha HA!
So she signs my cert and I sign hers and it's official, especially because it looks as though one person signed all of them. I know fate when I see it.
So then the moment of truth came . . . all over the place, and we parted. So of course like any other wedding, I ended up at the bar. And like Kermit says, we did just what we set out to do, thanks to the lovers, the dreamers, and you.
What a great pissed off wedding and I thank you Mrs.Asshole.
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04/15/04 01:58 - ID#35216
Woody or Will
Oh shite, ze water is boiled. I shall now have me tea for me ailing bod.
As Oliver would say, be back soon.
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04/13/04 05:04 - ID#35215
The play "Untitled"
The play is called "Untitled," and of course is drenched in allegory and symbolism. I'm sort of surprised they chose that one, but hey, whatever works.
So I guess this begs the question, in art, are you an artist if you show your work, or rather, do you need to show your work to be an artist? I'd consider myself a playwright, but until I get one produced, I find it difficult to say that.
Well maybe it's a case of whether or not you're a successful artist and or playwright. BUt then what is successful?
Ah fuck it.
I'll give y'all details when I know them, but you should check it out.
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04/12/04 03:02 - ID#35214
My computer has a mic. Weird, I know.
It does keep on booting me off, so who knows, but ey, regardless. Laters sir, and thanks again.
I'm going to wake up my dog who is having terrible dreams right now. Hopefully it is of disgusting little dogs rather than thought of killing me.
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04/12/04 02:34 - ID#35213
I suppose I NEED sleep, damnit.
So I have all this shit to do and I have to go and pass out again. I'd feel better if I really passed out, but no. Damnit.
It's just that I'm legitimately tired, and that's just god awful. Sure, I'm up now, but I feel like passing out again. I won't be on the ball which again, fuck me.
What's one day right. Bastard. I'm just aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
um.
I'm going to sleep. Before I break my computer.
Damnit.
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04/10/04 05:16 - ID#35212
I almost died today
Why am I okay with the fact that it didn't hit my skull? I mean, some people would completely look at their lives differently.
Me?
I just knew it wouldn't have hit my skull for some reason. I really just know that.
Very strange but it all makes so much sense sometimes.
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04/10/04 04:59 - ID#35211
This happened Thursday night.
“Nothing is left up to fate,” says the smaller one to the other. “Everything happens for a reason.”
My pace slows to a walk for once and I try to overhear more. I can’t. I am already out of range. I look and see that my apartment is five houses away. I have to take a leak. But it’s garbage day tomorrow so before I relieve myself I must relieve the loaded can. As I push the can towards the street, the characters walk by again, still talking about nothing they’ll ever figure out.
Should I.
I should.
“It doesn’t make sense,” I say to the smaller of the two. “You cannot have things happen for a reason with no fate. It doesn’t work like that.”
“Excuse me?” says the shorter of the two.
“I over heard you, but you’re wrong,” I say.
“No, no, no.” And to his friend he says, “See this is what I’m talking about.” He then looks at me. “You misunderstood. Everything happens for a reason. Let’s say for example,” and he holds out his right hand like a gun, and points it at me and pokes it into my chest. “I was to shoot you in the heart.” There’s a brief silence and I feel each breath of mine leave my body.
“BLAM!” he shouts. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I say. Barely.
“And you fall on the ground dead,” and he takes his hand away.
“Okay,” I say.
“Well see . . . there’s a reason you’re on the ground.”
“Well sure,” I say. “In the Newtonian sense of the word sure, cause and effect, sure.”
“You’re on the ground,” he says. “Dead. Because of me. I did that to you.”
“But no, I mean yes, okay,” I say.
His friend looks at me with glasses on his face, an eight day old beard, and clothes that clearly belonged to someone else at one point, and asks, “It’s hard to understand isn’t it?”
“No,” I say. “No it’s not hard to understand. See the thing is that you can’t say that things happen for a reason without fate. If there is no fate, things don’t happen for a reason. If there is no reason for things well then, there would be nothing but absurdity.”
“We only have absurdity.”
“YES. We do,” I say. “Or it could be that we simply do not know our own fate.”
“No,” he says. “You just don’t know yours.”
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