Jul. 24th, 2009

this journal is closed

"I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen–I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones who look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline of good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of The Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies too. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it."-American Gods, Neil Gaiman

May. 21st, 2009

"Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future..."

I found God in a catalytic converter
In Topeka on a Monday night.
I taste blood every time I think of summer
If that’s true, I’m in for quite a treat.

‘Cos I’m begging for the sun in a mid-Missouri winter,
Waiting desperately to get out of town.
No, you can’t keep a good man down.

You’ve been known to obsess over the future
Do you think you’ll get away from the past?
As you starve yourself just to make it through ‘til midnight
Consider what you might have found.
You think you’ve got a good thing now.

May. 20th, 2009

i'm actually much more disappointed in people than these lyrics would suggest...

I'm gonna be a star
And people will crane necks
To get a glimpse of me and see if I am having sex

And studying my moves
They try to understand
Why I am so unlike the singers in the other bands

I'm such a mystery
As anyone can see
There isn't anybody else exactly quite like me

And when it's party time
Like 1999
I'll party by myself because I'm such a special guy

Dec. 10th, 2007

Baa, baa, black sheep have you any wool?

New journal. New look. New place.

It's [info]extremeone from GJ. I probably won't be using this all that much, I'm mainly here to keep up with everyone who's jumped ship to IJ already. But feel free to add me if you'd like.

Any further journal entries will be friends only.