Wednesday, November 19, 2003 :::
DEATH INC
Serving the post-existential adventure tourist community since 1300 B.C. (if we last this long, we must be good.)
At DEATH INC, we believe that innovation in travel product creation and customer centricity set us apart from other fellow agents. DEATH INC remains one of the biggest names in the industry, our professional and resourceful travel consultants to provide answers to all your enquiries, such as
"I wonder what that taste like?"
and "How do guns really work?"
and "I say old chap, are you really what they call a muthafuckin nigger?"
and the perennial "what does life meeeeeaaaannnn?"
DEATH INC provides an enthralling experience, a once in a lifetime occurence that its participants never have a chance to regret.
Here's what some of our very satisfied customers have to say.
RANDOM WWII Soldier
"There i was, in the middle of some great cacophony or something, but DEATH INC instantanteously brought me to a place i really wanted to be. Somewhere quiet, somewhere where i can be alone with my thoughts, read a good book, or count the stars. Thank you DEATH INC, for bringing my life to silence."
RICH PERSON IN THE GHETTO
"I recommend DEATH INC to all my friends, it has taken me out of sheltered existence and shown me what real life is like. To think i would have never have met all these charming niggers and chinks and rednecks"
ANGSTY TEENAGE GOTH
"pain, pain is all around, so misunderstood. Except by DEATH INC, who knows their customers inner desires. With DEATH INC, i finally was able to come to terms with myself."
FUNDAMENTALIST RELIGIOUS PERSON
"DEATH INC has brought me closer to God."
DEER
"oooh, look at the pretty lights"
Don't hesitate to try our special offers. Contact your nearest Pharmacist/Gang member/Electrical Socket/Stationary Shop/Traffic Junction TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
DEATH INC; a wholly owned subsidiary of LIFE PTE LTD.
::: posted by whatever at 2:03 PM
Tuesday, November 18, 2003 :::
Bloggy bloggers and bloody bloggy blogs about self absorbed cunts whining and whining and whining as if the whole worlds interested in them. YAY!!!!!!, meet me, i;m deeply troubled and therefore an interesting person. If not, I'm a happy well adjusted man of substance. I can do poetry, I can write, I can be anyone i want to be. If i just dream.
Remind me again, why i'm writing this.
!!!!!!!!!!!Irony!!!!!!!!!!
So beware wanton freaks of a consumer generation as corporation slowly dictate your lifestyle and values by advertising, movies, publishing and toilet paper, one day a new master race will arise, sired by the hidden race of Norwegian intellectuals with the pseudo-Asian African and dominate our planet by sheer aural power.
I write shit.
But at least I'll readily admit it.
::: posted by whatever at 10:14 AM
Monday, November 17, 2003 :::
I rant
I rave
I commit multiple syntatical homicides.
I love
I hate
I indulge in passionate embraces
I dream
I hope
And fall viction to delusional fantasie.
I live
I die
and then my story will end
::: posted by whatever at 7:42 AM
In case anyone's interested, (not as if anyone begun reading this site as yet)
The articles on the 11 songs i remember most from my days as a younger, more idealistic student, the soundtrack of my youth
The list as follows
Motorcycle Drive By - Third Eye Blind
Mayonaise - Smashing Pumpkins
Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead
Friends - Micheal W. Smith
The Chase - Hans Zimmer
Good Riddance - Green Day
I hope I didn't just give away the ending - New Radicals
Don't look back in Anger - Oasis
World's Apart - Jars of Clay
Kate - Ben Folds Five
Losing my Religion - R.E.M
Feel free to comment.
Now or when i force feed the article into Ninart's hands,
sometime in the distant future.
::: posted by whatever at 7:40 AM
Tried to finish that article today. 11 songs, and for the same unfathomable reason, I can't write when i actually have time to. Oh sure, in the middle of a biology paper, the words flow out like poetry unbound, sentences just click together and the ideas are there for all to be seen. But when i get in front of the comp, oops, nadda, zip, bupkis, zilch. Words come out, but they seem to lack in the inherent beauty as they did when they were conceived in the MPSH.
Bah, maybe i'm just a hack with delusions of grandeur, or maybe i need to stop sleeping, stoning and playing computer games before i actually try. Or maybe they just shouldn't have taken away my notes; the ones i wrote on the question paper.
::: posted by whatever at 7:35 AM
