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All the randomness of a day
15 August 2011 02:33 am-
I howled along the insipid clefts through which the world was born
a fear rose up and reached limitless highs of a collective drug-induced coma
the nose of the bent-over crowd seemed to touch its feet
corpses floating, incandescent masses of copulating excess
all of them holyholyholy - holily erupted into marketed self-pity
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Stephen Fry was talking today about what a shame it was we never got to live with the dinosaurs (Creationists might say we did live with them 6.000 years ago, but those people are, of course, stupid until the moon and back). I tried to imagine having a dinosaur like Littlefoot (PLATVOET!) - but not his whiny friends - as a pet and assumed there would be many practical problems. For starters, I'd need higher ceilings. Also, I think my cat would attack the dinosaur (who will in turn crush it to death). Stephen Fry didn't think this through, that much is clear.
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We watched the excellent film "HOWL" tonight, which is based on Allen Ginsberg's poem and the obscenity trial it had to go through.
Ah, the fifties! Where a man could be getting shock treatment for being gay, get out of if by promising to be straight from then on, go to an underground bar and read nihilistic poetry to a crowd of interested peers. Nowadays, 43 million people prefer to watch this instead. On the plus side: I don't think I ever got shock treatment. And since I don't like "electrosex" (or whatshamacallit), that's definitely a good thing.
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I howled along the insipid clefts through which the world was born
a fear rose up and reached limitless highs of a collective drug-induced coma
the nose of the bent-over crowd seemed to touch its feet
corpses floating, incandescent masses of copulating excess
all of them holyholyholy - holily erupted into marketed self-pity
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Stephen Fry was talking today about what a shame it was we never got to live with the dinosaurs (Creationists might say we did live with them 6.000 years ago, but those people are, of course, stupid until the moon and back). I tried to imagine having a dinosaur like Littlefoot (PLATVOET!) - but not his whiny friends - as a pet and assumed there would be many practical problems. For starters, I'd need higher ceilings. Also, I think my cat would attack the dinosaur (who will in turn crush it to death). Stephen Fry didn't think this through, that much is clear.
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We watched the excellent film "HOWL" tonight, which is based on Allen Ginsberg's poem and the obscenity trial it had to go through.
Ah, the fifties! Where a man could be getting shock treatment for being gay, get out of if by promising to be straight from then on, go to an underground bar and read nihilistic poetry to a crowd of interested peers. Nowadays, 43 million people prefer to watch this instead. On the plus side: I don't think I ever got shock treatment. And since I don't like "electrosex" (or whatshamacallit), that's definitely a good thing.
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