preoccupations with the body and satisfaction of its desires

Thu, 03 Aug 2006 15:21:21 GMT

If you have a delivery service such as FreshDirect deliver your groceries to you, and you get DiGiornio frozen pizzas...

Is it delivery or is it DiGiornio?

Discuss.

Mon, 24 Jul 2006 17:37:37 GMT

it is my firm belief that it is a mistake to hold firm beliefs.

--the principia discordia.

Mon, 17 Jul 2006 12:12:59 GMT

anwar: "if that don't work, i'll call the pope"

lloyd: "isn't the pope dead?"

anwar: "not that pope. the one that's in my bedroom. the gun pope."

lloyd: "yeah, beelzebub. satan? yeah, satan. you and him are good friends, aren't you?"

seventeen on the seventeenth

Mon, 17 Jul 2006 04:42:45 GMT

"i wanna hear good news (good news)
i wanna be innoncent again
i wanna hear good news (good news)
but nothing good is happening."
--something corporate.

birthday. not so much with the happy. but i'll be okay.

--susannah

monday is my seventeenth birthday.

Sat, 15 Jul 2006 15:06:02 GMT

when i was seven, my parents and i stayed in a hotel in queens, ny. decent hotel. my father and i roamed around the area, which was mostly highways, cemeteries and factories. we found literally hundreds of pieces of statue of liberty replicas. lots of arms with torches, heads missing spikes. sometimes nearly a full tiny, white plaster statue.

that was ten years ago. sjfhag.

eating lemon ices with a bent spoon.

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 23:44:08 GMT

come on, sweet catastrophe

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 15:47:31 GMT

soulmate: i wanna go lye down
me: go.
me: lye?
soulmate: i cant spel before twelve
me: you are not a hair straightening agent

in other news, there is absolutely nothing like a huge warm cat sitting in your lap.

i know a turtle named tucker. i know a turtle named tucker. i know a turtle named tucker.

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 13:57:03 GMT

i know a turtle named tucker. he lives in a backyard in jersey city and eats apple cores and similar vegetable/fruit scraps. his eyes are huge. tucker eating an apple core is a sight akin to witnessing divine intervention.

my life was altered by a hat. themissinghat. the hatbot, man, the fuckin' hatbot.

obsession? the principia discordia. i NEEDED to stay up last night to read it, but i inadvertently fell asleep. feh. what i find so interesting is that discordianism is an oppositional force to dualism. and no matter how much my spine initially bristles now at the thought of dualism, with recent events i find myself believing in it on a gut level. i'll argue up and down and diagonally that mind and matter are one and the same, but i don't feel the connecting blow in my soft tissues when i perpetuate that.

in other news, for those of you here from dishonest means and mediums (and by that i mean people i do not already know), i have a regular old journal at fragilemacabre. depending on why you're here, reading this, that journal is either more or less interesting.

take care, and pretty things to thee and thine, and appy polly loggies where due.

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 08:51:02 GMT

5

is that not a beautiful number? just to look at?

explication

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 03:28:27 GMT

i came across a new word today.

animality
NOUN: A preoccupation with the body and satisfaction of its desires:
animalism, carnality, fleshliness, physicality, sensuality.

-- Roget's thesaurus.

it sparked a revolution. on a cellular level. i swear i never realized i had senses before. walking home from work, just after a thick rainstorm, breathing felt like inhaling water without drowning. the streets had ponds in them, the leaves had raindrops on them. the air smelled of cleanliness and acid. my hands were cold. in my mesh shoes, my feet were deliciously damp.

and goddamn if i didn't realize something.

my life's been veering towards the physical lately. i crave touch, hugs and sex and random pokes. especially sex, sadly enough. i'm not hungry, but i want something that tastes a certain way. i'm hyperaware. the last time i felt like this was when i hooked up with this one kid and smoked a lot of pot. and everyone i talk to keeps asking if i'm altered. it's been almost a month since i last got drunk and more than that since i smoked up. it's something in me, for keeps.

look at the walls fading around you, the smudges (or lack thereof) on your computer screen. be aware of youe hands and feet and seam of your pants against your thigh. you'll see what i mean. about the senses. even though human sensual potential is very limited, compared to what we know is there, it doesn't matter. what matters is what we can sense. and it's amazing.

all of my life, i've been fixated on the wherefores, the causes, the intellectual side of things. meanings as opposed to beings. well. now what's important is not the cause, but the effect.

that's all. that's why i created this journal. new way of seeing, new journal. not abanding fragilemacabre though. just need a place to write some of the new things i'm seeing down.

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 02:18:34 GMT

i went out in the rain.

suddenly everything changed.

--bright eyes