12:48 p.m. - 2002-06-01
im downloading songs, what do you think im doing.
today is saturday first june. marvellous weather with baby blue sky and fluffy white clouds around. enough sun, enough wind blowing through my windows to make my curtains flap loudly.
you can feel the wind caress your hair softly.
maybe if your ears are pointing in the right direction, you can hear a voice carrying in it.
settle down to read the newspapers... if i am psychotic enough, i will tear up the pages of rape, terrorism, financial analysis, celebrity focus, editorial and letters. i swear i will chew it into a greyish-inky damp mash and spit it out cursefully.
i nearly laughed with abandon at the frivolous imagination. i never lost control enough to dribble in a pool of my own saliva tearing up newspapers and eating them as performance art.
logically thinking, i think its pretty stupid and plain acting cute. on the other hand, stoicism, "invented by the greeks as individual courage towards the cruelty of existence" (nietszche) makes a person too fakefully calm and pessimistic.
lets build a railway to the gods.
i meant i wish to rail at the gods.
run a train over their legs and they scream.
Oww! Oww! they curse and scream in pain saying its not their fault.
that would be comical if im not deriving pleasure from someone's pain. think of it as a stephen chow movie as an excuse.
i just thought of one person i could kill. the pirate who sold me the spoilt playstation disc. though it might not be his deliberate fault. its the software or hardware he used to copy and burn the disc.
zen purists.
i think i already left quite a number of people for dead when i passed them by without giving them the slightest fuck-care in the world.
Passer-bys.
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