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State-of-the-art geometry;
in the sudden jolt
of stationary gassing.
Policy has become
systematic circumstance;
the scorched sky
from the locked earth.
A personal vendetta
against his species
from the arid ditch
of Austria
to the bottomless
power of Berlin.

Random Morning Thoughts

I was up for an inordinate amount of time yesterday, and I thought about a girl I had sex with that I shouldn't have.

For her protection, we'll call her F.

I wonder what ever happened to her.

She was interesting to me. Not in any long-term sense, but the blinding dicotemy between who she was and who she pretended to be.

She acted like some stoner, druggie, slut type. She did this very well, in fact. From the time I met her until the time we stop talking I saw her sober twice. Since we fucked, she did six other guys that I'm aware of.

However, she wasn't that person. These were just the ways she would escape from reality. Like many girls in similar situations, she hated herself. From the one brief night where she was totally honest with me, I learned all she wanted was to go home. To be with her family. To be with the familiar. She was terrified of Lincoln. She was a small town girl at heart. She slipped into sex (with multiple partners at once, on occasion), and drugs

I'm so Awesome...

Especially compared to this guy:
www.lawnmowerboy.blogspot.com

This guy gives me an excellent oppertunity to discuss something intelligent, despite his lack thereof.

The Deplorable Fallacy-The idea that a person's life will be made instantly better by falling in love, despite all the problems he/she has right now.

I have a suggestion to make Lawnmower boy's life better:

Maxipads...with wings.


Proof that this Lawnmower boy (and boy is the key word) is guilty of this reasoning:

"...buying you gifts and seeing the smile on your face makes me feel so much better."

What? lawnmower boy is a bitch?


"I was thinking earlier today. And I know something that is going to help me out so much in relationships.I am male and because of that I am always wrong. Especially when I'm right.That is something I've known for years."

Stop polluting the gene pool: kill yourself.


"When I look at your picture I can't help but smile.When I think about you my head starts to swim.When I imagine you in my arms I start to feel dizzy.When I remember your sweet lips my heart starts pounding."

This couldn't be any more cliche is lawnmower boy tried.


"When I get married I won't even look at the bank account."

Get used to looking at lots of financial statments then, you clod.


"I'll go stay with my grandparents."

Hell of a future you got yourself there.


"Damn woman. You've got me whipped already. "

God, not even worth the effort.


"Don't ever let anyone steal you away from me. I love you to death and really don't ever want to have to learn to love another person like I love you, if I could love another person."

If I ran this country this guy would be dead by now.


"All I need is 4x4 and a bench seat to hold you close on road trips."

What a pussy-ass bitch.


In conclusion: Lawnmower boy needs to grow some balls. He seems to have this warped idea that if he hates himself enough someone else will love him. I'm not sure how he expects a girl to even speak to him when the best he could possibly hope for is a lifetime of going limp during intimacy sessions, farting out cliche poems about how much he "loves" her, and cry randomly everytime he waters his spice garden.

I judge lawnmower boy as pussy-incarnate and order all people reading this with blogger to proceed to his website and e-punish him for being such an embaressment to his species by leaving multiple, nasty comments letting him know what a bitch he is. If we work together we can make this internet a prettier place.

and lawn mower boy, if you can stop masterbating to hentai porn long enough to read this posting I have a message: eat shit and die.