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Thursday, 03 December 2009

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    OK Computer
    By Radiohead
    The Tourist
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    My talk about weird stuff.

        Hey there.
       Richard, my friend, asked me earlier why I was staring at the wall so angrily. I told him I was trying to understand four dimensions. I've been doing nearly everything to grasp the concept of four dimensional objects. Starring at diagrams, watching videos, reading articles.  I think I'm making it a lot harder than it actually is.
        Richard told me three days ago he, "thought he entered the fourth dimension," but I think he meant a parallel universe, not FOUR DIMENSIONAL OBJECTS. But hell, he was on acid.
        I'm not one who thinks drugs are a great way to explore oddities. Perhaps its because I have a slight narcissistic outlook on the powers of my own mind being much better than hallucinogenic drugs. Sure, the properties of psychedelics intrigue me, but I'm way too full of my own imagination.
            Well I suppose I can't lie to you, my current mind state is due to a bit of strange psychedelic experiences from the unfortunate past. Which is sometimes a positive and negative thing. Positive in that my day dreams are so vivid that I feel like I'm actually there. And negative in that while paranoid the following hour/s are full of all sorts of unhappy delusions. As I like to say, "I can't tell whether I sitting down or standing up!"
        When someones paranoid they can never think straight. They're so fixed on this     ONE IDEA and that's IT. And if you're lucky, you'll know that you're paranoid when you are paranoid. But that hardly happens. If anyone even mentions you might be paranoid you'll snap and think they're crazy. I'm talking about the intense paranoia, not the tiny stuff.
         Anyway, four dimensions. Better yet, the 10th dimension. If I can't grasp the fourth, what is it going to be like trying to understand the 10th? Maybe once I understand one oddity I'll just run through the others like a cheetah. Maybe... You have heard of the 10th Dimension right? Well I hardly have. I believe the 10th Dimension is an infinite amount of universes and all their infinite possibilities.
         ...later tonight I'm going to talk about something not so scientific, I just had to let my brain drool a bit here though.

Tuesday, 01 December 2009

  • Currently
    A New World Record
    By Electric Light Orchestra
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        Hmm, how far can the rules of free speech go on this website? Well we're about to find out.
        It's funny to think about all the people who take me seriously. I'm doing all these "horrible" things in a joking way, and they all think I'm serious, and say, "Good job, good for you,". Ha, if only they knew. Yes, I'm talking of something slightly offensive. And I guess just to spare feelings of, negativeness, I guess I'll just keep it to myself.

        ANYWAY, hey there who-ever-the-fuck is reading this. How are you today? I'm Sileman Killjoy. I haven't really talked about myself at all. Well I don't really know who I am, and I'm not even that sure how my brain came to existence, just like you... unless you're some whack-job who knows the beginning and end of your life just because you're "THAT WAY". Well fine, be that way, I don't care either way.

        Right now I'm living in a pretty weird place. It's weird to me, maybe not you, but I'm around a bunch of bible-eating / donkey-kicking / traditional-sucking freaks from middle earth. I don't fit in, so I've been told. I'd like to say I'm an anarchist.

        I'm lots of "A" words... Anarchist, Atheist, Awkward, Apathetic... appalling... apologetic.

        I spend lots of time in my head... I never pay attention to ANYTHING. Constantly jumping from one subject to another without a care. I just say I'm an Atheist because people wont understand anything else I try to explain. But hell, why not try to explain it now? Sure, I'll give it a "go". Well, I'm under the impression that you, me, her, him, them, those things, are all imaginary. Yes, like a dream. It's just an endless dream. Please, don't stop thinking there, continue to ponder what the hell I'm talking about.

    You: A dream, uhh, don't we wake up?
    Me: Haven't you ever had a false awakening in your dream?
    You: Uhh well we can't die in our dreams.
    Me: Ah, I'm glad you brought that up. Death is unexistant. It's just a portal. Takes you to a new world. And by the way, I've died in two different dreams. I flew through a strange intergalactic space. Very, very crazy.
    You: ...uhh... I'm gonna..... okay.


         Lately when a person passes by me, I just want to grab them by the shoulders, shake them, and tell them to "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" even if they're not saying anything. It's a big urge, and I'm trying everything I can to ignore it, but JESUS, would I get a rush!

         Oh... I'm also an anarchist. Is that illegal to say? I guess if I just say that in quotes the government will say, "Well, uhh, it's in quotes, they could be jokin' boss" - "err, alright, uhh, okay,".

         God damn! I was supposed to go to bed like 2 hours ago. I'm waking up hellishly early tomorrow morning for the reason of just doing it. Damn distractions.

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

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    Widowermaker!
    By Butthole Surfers
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    I can't keep up with this

    I guess I'll just be writing whenever I remember to. So I think I may have high chances of becoming a world of warcraft addictee. Damn, I need some coffee right now. Yeah, I haven't been on myspace nearly as much as I used to. But the only reason I go to myspace is so I can find new weird music. The butthole surfers are amazing. Have you heard of Animal Collective and The Good the Bad and the Queen? They're snazzy as well. But anyway, my myspace survey taking time has been taken up with World of Warcraft play right now. Yeah, I'm spiraling down into nerdom. Except, I can't exactly speak correctly. I mean, I sound like a druggie. I wonder why. >_> I've been trying to get a job lately. I was nearly hired to McDonalds. Well, not nearly, I made it 2/3 of the way there. I had the interview, and they said they'd call me back, but they never did. Those lyers. I mean, they hire people so much worse than me. I've put in so many applications. I think it's because I'm so truthful. Maybe I should start lying. That's probably what everyone else does. My super friend says people probably think I'm on drugs and that's why no one wants to hire me. I have bad diction AND I speak slowly. AND I have the almighty classic stoner laugh. Ahaaa haa. And any time I rub my face my eyes get all red, and I think I was doing that before the interview now that I think about it. Man, what bad luck. I also don't have any good clothes. I wear brightly colored pants everyday. I'm just eccentric. I guess I'll find a way to make money off of eccentricity.

Tuesday, 30 June 2009

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    Welcome to the Monkey House
    By The Dandy Warhols, Dandy Warhols
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    Where are you?

    Wow. I haven't written in this in ages. I actually have had a lot of stuff to talk about too. Like the other day Taylor came down for a few days from Florida. I haven't seen him in 2 years. We went to a supermarket at Midnight with my other friend Kellie and drove those handicap roller cart things. The day before yesterday Taylor came by again and we met up with Kellie and Keith then went to the mall, then we met up with Jeff, and went to Sonic. THEN we came to my house, and Taylor and Kellie left, and me Keith and Jeff hung out downloading rap music till midnight. Yesterday I hung with Beau, and we used like 6 dollars on DDR while having other adventures throughout the city with my car which was throwing up anti-freeze. And today, I finally have a job interview at McDonalds. Yah, my first actual job.

    But within the time since my last blog... let's see... when was it... December 13th? Whoa. Yeah, lots of things happened since then. Like, January 18th I had my wisdom teeth removed. And then three days later I had a schedule change, and I got sociology and psychology, and psychology was really bland, and sociology was awesome, we didn't do ANYTHING. Man, a lot of things happened. I have it written down in my diary... if I wanted to, I could post everything in my "daily event keeper". But I wont post that. I'll just write more often in here. >.>

    Like maybe a month ago, Beau convinced me to get World of Warcraft. Which I now play. I have a banjo and a synthesizer. My banjo is named Gilbert... so far it's the only one of my possesions with a name. All my other things are too precious to have just any name.

    So right now, I'm jugling lots of activities... such as spider solitar, and four other tabs open, plus my IM conversation with Ashley. So anyway. I'm going to start posting again. I hope I get that job at McDonalds.

Monday, 09 February 2009

  • Currently
    Fire
    By Electric Six
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    The Adventures of Sileman #1

    (Please take blood pressure before reading... if above 500, spit in a tube... and walk a dog)

        I was walking down to the store, when I passed my neighbors house, he has hay fever. I don’t know what that is, and I don’t know how you get it, but that’s what everyone said he had. I came over there to give him a big bag of ice, in favor to our grand tradition, I do it every Thursday. He answered the door, and I realized that he had lost all of the skin on his face. So I asked, “What happened to all your skin?”
        “What are you talking about?” He asked, and he put his hand to his face, and realized all the squishy padding around his skull had disappeared, and all that remained was a thin filament otherwise known as bone. He didn’t believe it himself, and he began to worry, and continued to touch his face in different places unconvinced. I placed the bag of ice in his suspended arms, and let myself inside his home.
        As I walked into the house, I realized all the cushions on the couches had been thrown down to the ground, cut in half, and stuffing was all over the floor. Paint and mustard was all over the walls, and as I turned to the right, there was an elephant, the size of a dog, on a table. It was lying on its back doing circus tricks with a pool ball. And if I listened close enough, someone was speaking musical phrases into my mind! However, this wasn’t what had phased me most. What did phase me was my friend walked back indoors, and approached a microwave. Looking into the reflection on the door, he realized that he had indeed somehow lost all the skin on his face.
        “What am I going to do?” He asked.
        I turned back around, holding a cockatoo, and shrugged. I turned back around and put my mask on a torn cushion, then turned back around again to see my friend was inches away from tears, “Hey, don’t cry,” I said, “Don’t cry, I’m sure we can fix this real easy,”. I turned back around, and picked up my mask I had sat down, “Look, you can wear this mask, and no one will tell the difference,”
        I extended my arm, and hovered over to him. He slowly took the mask from me, and said, “I’m going to go put this on right now,” he looked around the room and said, “I have to do it in private,”. So he crawls under a table, and put a chair in front of himself, “Turn around!” Then in about 10 seconds, he appeared, looking completely normal.
        “See, what did I tell you!?” I asked.
        “I look pretty now, don’t I!?”
        “You look very pretty!”
        “How pretty!?”
        “Very pretty!”
        Suddenly, we both realized there was a window looking out to the street. There was a rainbow of two colors! Red and blue. So we went outside to greet the creatures in their pretty uniforms. This is when I realized that my friend had apparently dropped his bag of ice! I picked it back up, and realized that it would look very nice in a tree. So I put it in a tree, and realized it needed a friend. So I climbed up a tree, and found a remote, and I picked it up. And as I did a squirrel jumped on my neck, and started to bite my ear. I fell out of the tree, and landed on a large rock, and suddenly I found myself in a dark room, filled with bright colors.
        There was music playing, and the lights flickered on, and 7 other people were dancing around me, as I sat in a white chair. I then remembered I should go back home. So as I left the room the door wouldn’t stop yelling at me.
        “Sit back down! We need to get your records,”
        “I don’t make music anymore!” I said, trying to get out of the room.
        “NO! Sit down, or you’ll stay the night!”
        And that’s when I saw people looking at me with an upside down face!
        So I took off my pants, and strangled the door, and took off my shoes, and ran for the door. All of the people  suddenly looked more upside down, and I couldn’t remember what happened to all my ice, and that’s when I saw my other friend! He had escaped too! Hurry! We both ran, nearly in the nude, out of the magical realm of insanity, to a bus, just leaving. We climbed to the top, and realized that bus was moving very slow. A mans voice was coming from the road. We rolled over, and turned to the ground. A short stumpy looking man with a mustache looking cross, said,
        “I can’t drive this thing alone, I need your help! Get down here, and drive this mother fucker yourself!”
        My friend looked to me, and we jumped down, and we all three drove the bus to the air port, where we got tickets to Nevada, and we flew to North Dakota, and lived in Portland Oregon.
        That’s where I found out that my grandmother was living by herself with a rabbit named Susan.

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    Wouldn't that be interesting if someone had a conversation on my page... i'd be thrilled...
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