Friday, October 26, 2007

So let me get this straight

A guy was found chopped up and bagged in a freezer. ADN reported that they identified him with his fingerprints. I guess if his shirt sleeves were the same pattern as the shirt then that would verify the torso right? Maybe the neck still had the collar on it too and the legs had portions of the shirt tails still tucked into them. Yeah, that's got to be it.

Well, the "Mechele Linehan stripper turned soccer mom & lost dudes one of them is dead three ring circus" is over now and weird being weird it just has to have someplace to go.

What we need is a good culling of the herd.

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Saturday, October 20, 2007

The Absinthe armament factor

I'm not sure whether it is a sadistically premeditated incursion into my already abstracted personal persona or simply an innocent extension of his own experimentation. Maybe, could it be that I am now the lab rat. That would, I think, further advance the incursion theorem as introduced in the first sentence of this post. That said I prefer to believe it to be following the path of sentence the second. Why? Because I know the guy who sent me everything I need to make the Absinthe. I know him very well and even tho he is at once in the same yet 2 country's away I still after all these years consider him to be my best friend. An early christmas present says he. I must devolge also tho that in the same package came a t-shirt purporting liberty, equality, and fraternity. These words tastefully, or artistically maybe, surrounding the print of a guillotine. Ok, I will admit the insider sort of insidedness something that probably only he and myself understand about the addition of this shirt but I thought it relevant to mention that it was bundled with all that Absinthe stuff.

Upon finding out about my plans to follow through with this experimentation the synapse producing cells have once again voiced their concerns. They tried to use subtlety in doing so but I sensed their fear and now believe I have found some common ground, or should I say a sort of blackmail negotiation armament to take to the table. My biggest fear is that they will try something drastic before I can douse them with the Absinthe. I am somewhat concerned as to how they might manifest that. It will be a few weeks before the Absinthe is ready thus my main fear is that they will try something drastic given the lack of adequate preperational period they now have.

Then last night I again heard a terrible pounding on the roof. I thought at first it to be yet another Bear moose encounter with the moose on the roof stomping it's opposition to the bear on the ground. This line of thought was quickly corrected when I heard the powerful distinctive flapping sound followed by a frantic scratching by my enigmatic messenger with the huge leathery wings. Further info on this visitor can be found here and here.The scratched symbol in the snow was this time a bit disturbing and for what reason I do not know it felt a bit frightening to me as well. It was the first time I have felt scared rather than wondered by the form and appearance of both my visitor and its markings.

Does the recent turmoil inside my poles give some measure of desperation to the huge leathery winged things enigmatic visitations? I sense a change in many things both internal and otherwise that I am being warned of or prepared for.

The reality of the situation is that I am not really sure which really is just that. For this and the divisive conflict with my renegade cells I am in deep turmoil. I feel at the very least I will soon undergo a measure of testing from which I hope for the best that I return stronger.

Still, I will remain vigalent throughout my experimentation, research, and daily cognitive and physical realities. In both the prosaic and interpretive forms.

Monday, October 15, 2007

just one pill will make everything alright

At least that's what they say on those important sections of self importance so important to our degree of happiness in our so very important lives. You know, the commercials?

So the other evening I saw a commercial for some pharmaceutical company trying to push their greed down our throats in the form of a pill. telling us in their oh so trustworthy way that it would help us with our depression. because they want to "Help" us, they are there for us, they are our...........friends ;)
During the candy coated sickeningly sweet aural portraits of the list of disclaimers they told us that one of the side effects would be thoughts of suicide.

I'm not really sure if I need to write anything else. I think that one or 2 run on sentences is all it takes to sum up the ethics of, (pick one, any one), the drug companies.Besides, my renegade brain cells say that's enough. They have threatened me with random acts of drooling blather when I least expect it. They will get theirs. They won't see it coming. I'll make sure ov dat eye wil. de won git da bess uf mee de won.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Remaining brain cells

For the time being, I have decided that the remaining brain cells be put to use. That's not to say they haven't been used at all but they have been involved in other things such as counting themselves, bickering amongst themselves, and painting their fingernails.I didn't know brain cells had fingernails but nonetheless this is very disturbing and is something I am going to have to discuss in depth with them very soon.

That I have been able to request the assistance of a few of them for this quick little writing I feel is a breakthrough. They, on the other hand, call it a "favor" they they will want "returned" in short order. They refuse to tell me what that means. I fear that a strike may become inevitable if we don't work something out very soon. I am hoping it does not come to this as they seem to have some questionable ethics and hold most of the available resources for argument. This is not to say I don't have some fashion of combat available to me if this gets ugly. Since I am a male I understand that I have the ability to think with either my stomach or my penis. I'm not sure the brain cells want to mess with that kind of armament of logic when it comes to persuasive argument.

I do hope we can come to terms soon. It could get ugly and I am worried that the brain cells lack of cooperation when it comes to rational reason and creativity might start affecting the validity and seriousness of this blog.

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