Nov. 19th, 2002

transmothra: (fuzzed)
James Coburn is dead.
noticed the other day that i'm back on my half-fag kick. this means that instead of smoking 3/4 of a pack a day, i'm really smoking more like half or even less (i never seem to finish the butts). this is good.
i've got yet another damn idea for a book. actually, more of a format for a story. more later. i think i may have to go back to writing shorts. i get too overwhelmed when i start something too ambitious. i haven't written for Pioneer in more than a week now. i know that i can't make the 50,000. it bothers me less than it should. or maybe more. i dunno. i have too many stories but not enough endings, or even middles lately.
sunday, at 6:59pm, it happened. all the dancing and leaf-raking lately took their toll. the muscles in my calves and upper back and shoulders felt like they were made of stone... so sore. and i'm running low on painkillers.
google finally spidered meat-thing.com, so why am i getting LESS hits?
call it carte blanche.

i am vehemently anti-aggression, anti-violence, anti-war, anti-nuclear weapons, etc... but i'm all for The Bomb. fuck it... kill us all, we fucked up. game over; got another quarter? and ya know what else? i'm fucking sick and tired of - let me take a deep breath here - the Middle East. yes, i said it, and believe me, i absofuckinlutely HATE feeling this way, but i can only be honest. all the problems in the world today come from there. George W. Bush may be a stinking filthy little rotten asshole who deserves a good beatdown, but at least he isn't actually trying to set a record for accumulating enemies, even if he's actually doing that anyway. i dunno, it just seems like them Arabs is crazy on havin' enemies or something. maybe it really IS Islam. i hate feeling so rotten about things like that, because i've read part of the Q'uran and i've known a few Arab folk... believe me, this awfulness i'm saying bothers me more than it does you, even if you're somehow even more self-righteous than i am. i mean, there are certainly Beautiful People in all cultures, and within those cultures, in all areas of society, in every caste, class, and section. but there are also plenty of nasty little shitheads, too. and it just really seems like all anybody ever wants to do over there is kill enemies, kill enemies, all day long. wake up, have some cereal for breakfast, put on yr hat and coat and go kill enemies. it's like they clock in for this shit or something. maybe Allah pays better than Jesus. or maybe they're just really needing the overtime. but you never hear of this much CONSTANT violence elsewhere - not even in Detroit, for chrissakes! what would happen if some day some zealous Arab woke up and discovered that he had already killed off ALL of his enemies? he would make more, mark my words! you just know that SOMEbody out there has got to have slightly different ideas on things than he has... now, just to find and kill them!! oh, i don't know how to feel. i still love them and think of everyone as truly my Brothers and Sisters, all over the world. and i will not kill. but god damn it, and god damn those who do kill, and
god damn religion.
drop The Bomb already. millions of them. i don't want it to be a tilted, uneven genocide. i really don't want it at all, but there's nothing else we can do, if we can't get our shit together and live in peace on this rock. so drop it. go ahead, drop it motherfuckers. you know you want to. kill us. kill us all. kill us all dead good.

yes, call it carte blanche.

word up

Nov. 19th, 2002 05:29 pm
transmothra: (smoking & walking)
Jackie Corley, people. Jackie Corley.

learn that fuckin name now. (also Foster O'Reilly.)

that is all.
transmothra: (Mothrael)
[Poll #76886]

EDIT: i'll post the answers here midnight-ish daily.
transmothra: (smoking & walking)
(thanks to every single other LJ-er out there, who've all already done this, for the idea, btw)

here's the deal. i've turned off IP logging, and anonymous posting is, as always, enabled.

confess something to me. anything at all. anonymous if necessary (& you don't have to have a LiveJournal, either)

you don't have to literally confess anything, per se, just say something here that you wouldn't usually say anywhere else. tell me yr darkest secret.

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