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the moment
the day
the time you realized that everyone you never got along with are dead or gone.

no transmission from Guru Balan

GURU's CENTER FOR NATURAL HEALING
-joint specialists available at this place of healing

he says- the president of Zimbabwe has not died. is not dead. psycholab into your head. blue collar workers from the psycholab have licked buttercup mushrooms drenched in parsley and claim it tastes like exposed iron.

A forest of trees axing themselves. Salvador Aali Sir Realist.

The cows are getting castrated
while we're
giving positive vibes to the host.

"Where to apply the vibrator machaaaaannnnnn?"

who's veed are we visiting?

A: excuse me, do you sell porn?
B: no sir.. no cell phone, only recharge.

nice link: http://youtube.com/watch?v=1VqIRmhIf60&search=steven%20segal.bloody

A Quotable Quota

"But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;
Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,
And froze the genial current of the soul.

Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air."
-Gray

there must be a balance between long-term and short-term solutions. while it is unfair for a student with neither affinity nor interest in a given subject to be given priority over others simply owing to the community s/he comes from, it is also unfair that only expensive private schools equip children well enough (steroids?) for the race of the rats. most children do not even have the privilege of completing middle school, though perhaps they are flowers on an unseen, unsmelled course through life..
Ultimately, as the above link will illuminate, "The paths of glory lead but to the grave". however, given democracy, may all be allowed to run in the race. the problem of course, is that the track gets crowded, and if the waterboys join-in into the race, who shall serve the athletes?

ever read something you wrote ages ago and felt this awkward/embarrassing/"oh-fuck-that-couldnt-have-been-me" feeling? of course... hehe.. well, i think when im on stage before all the people i know; when confronted by each and every surface that triggers a different colour of the chameleon in me, all at once, some sort of transcendence takes place... some kind of liberation. i seek liberation baby!!!!