Godel - 10:52 p.m. , 2009-03-22 awake - 8:31 p.m. , 2008-08-20 Auspicious Omens - 3:06 p.m. , 2007-07-19 the never - 12:03 p.m. , 2007-07-18 vbs - 855788 , dfbhhj it's all right here... can't believe my brain is so small after all these years. need to bifurcate the floodplain, elevate the noodles, consecrate the poodles after many moons, i have returned to my ancestral kingdom. O.K.? enter, enter the hallways of my cranium-castle, shake your loafer tassel. we dine on garlic-roasted guitars, drive in big American cars, study the writings of past drug Tzars. whatever you do, don't forget ten minutes ago. You were doing something, or were about to do something. read lao tzu, chuang tzu; watch Kikajiru. yes, yes very good pacific rim culture. today i bought a birdfeeder and a bag of birdfood and a sundial. all my dreams have forgotten where they put me. help me, o gods of karma. help me make it through the flat hours of the afternoon, when the secret life of objects begins, when all the musterings of the craggy heart are reduced to adenoidal whinings and the post-nasal drip of a pleasure-seeking whippet. guide me through the sacred groves of frozen broccoli, protect me from glutinous and flabby thoughts. heal me with the unprofound, the transitory, the banal. i have a very good book about birds and a parking pass oh yes oh yes the floodlights of my intellect will now burst forth in a blaze of glory: shrimp is good to eat, plus a little steak and a pinkish wine never hurt anybody. smoke the cigarettes if you want: you might get crushed by a drunk driver tomorrow. oh gods of karma, this is the Great Transmitter of all my afflictions and craven desires... know ye all by these presents that the writer, of questionable mind and doubtful frame of reference has created THIS GREAT DEVICE, has, actually, rededicated THE GARBAGE DIARIES to this higher service. the forementioned DIARIES shall henceforth be transmuted into great castles for the soul, all stinking cerebral refuse transmogrified from inert and reeking piles into a heavenly abode where my soul shall linger while it awaits the inevitable... oh yes, yes, YES! no longer will we have hierarchies of good and ill thoughts... all will enter the holy land of Plasticity, and the mystic sentences of the Garbage Diaries shall give structure to all reason and all madness.
all new and improved Diaries
Main Entry: plas�tic�i�ty
Pronunciation: pla-'sti-s&-tE
Function: noun
Date: circa 1783
1 : the quality or state of being plastic; especially : capacity for being molded or altered
2 : the ability to retain a shape attained by pressure deformation
3 : the capacity of organisms with the same genotype to vary in developmental pattern, in phenotype, or in behavior according to varying environmental conditions
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wicked old stuff