
The theory of the big crunch simply states that everything will come together nicely in the end.
Pictured above is my explanation of the current situation in
The two loops along the coast of
To the north you can see that
And
I found myself in a dream of sorts, surrounded by four figures closed to the rest of the world to some degree. They spoke in turn to me, threatening me with their strange insinuations. The Zeroth hissed in my ear "You must play the game." The First came next, softly telling me "You can't win." The Second speaking firmly informed me "You can't break even." Finally The Third jumped forward and shouted in my face "You can't quit the game."
I ran screaming from them, but still the followed me, always surrounding me as semi permeable barrier between myself and the rest of the universe, taking, always taking from every interaction, slowly reducing everything done to entropy.
Genetically altered mushroom spores that trigger with secondary metabolites that trigger hallucinations and have a hypnotic effect will be ejected into the atmosphere, they will disperse and travel throughout the globe, until most of the world's human population will be suggestible and unable to function effectively. The spores will have a short half-life in the body and no tolerance or addictive qualities.
An antidote will be offered to all effected, with a catch, it will sterilize you.
People have the choice of living in madness or losing their abilities to reproduce. However, given their suggestible nature while intoxicated and the vivid hallucinogenic outbursts, they should be easily pliable.
Those who are not given the drug can be utilized as easily manipulated and driven workers, who will breed to keep the world populated while those who have become sterile and are in favor of the world governing power will be able to earn the right to adopt and raise these children.
Dissidents will be administered large doses of the hallucinogen and will no longer be administered their medication. Thus you may breed and dream or think and obey.
FEAR AND LOATHINGI really should get some more Sherlock Holmes, but Conan Doyle hasn't made any since a while ago.
Pink Floyd is amazing.
Now to find some fanfics
A google search for some Sherlock slash comes up with several disturbing links
Onward.
Disgusting
I really didn’t like it at all
Probably won’t read any more
I am thinking that, due to the nature of The Prince, the movie should be released as a series of short sketches, much like a retail instructional video.
A typical scene would work like this:
Minister critiques the prince in front of several high ranking lords of his lands.
The prince ignores the response by laughing it off.
PAUSE
The narrator steps in front of this and starts his monologue on how the prince has handled the situation, then talks about the need to appear strong in front of those who are directly under you in power.
RESUME
The prince hears the minister’s critique patiently, then draws his sword and beheads him yelling “How do you like that bitch? I’m the fucking prince here.”
A man was talking to an angst ridden teenager outside a train station in the city, he had just called the businessman a sell-out for wearing a suit.
The Businessman responded that the emoteen's uniform was just as inviting, but his paid better.
The emokid responded in a rude way "You cry when you masturbate right?"
To his surprise the suit was prepared with a comeback "Always"
The suit then befriended the emokid, took him back to his condo, drugged, raped and killed him.
The moral of this story, don't be an emokid
Well,
I was just thinking about how wonderful children are.
After I calmed down a bit, I decided to write a story book that would cripple them with fear and grief over its contents.
Hence this hideous atrocity was formed.
I think I probably should have just stayed in bed this morning.
On the other hand, time for a smoke and some sleeping and then sleep walking.
Maybe I might come visit you while you sleep tonight.
ChungYu is a Chinese linguistic trait of using four words in order to form a saying that is commonly recognised.
It has no actual context that makes it recognisable without a study of traditional Chinese stories
The ultimate meme, an entire culture’s sayings compounded in a code that only with instruction in it will any of them become clear.
I am studying them
I have always been a fan of Biology as a science and, having followed the entire first semester’s play I felt it my duty as a fan to stick it out and get tickets for the exam.
It was cold; I woke up just before the sun, which is early for me as I normally go to bed around the same time. I moped around for a little while before heading off on a bus to the venue for what promised to be the assessment of the semester.
I had done some reading the week before, unable to keep my mind off the topic at hand, it all seemed exciting and confusing, the emotional stress that must be going through the heads of the examiners before this big one, the fatigue of an entire semester behind them, bliss and the holidays following this one last instructive assessment. From the reading I had determined that the exam was to be played out over a period of no more than three hours, with a fifteen minute reading warm up precluding the first hour.
With these things in mind, and a slight chill about my legs I started walking to my destination. Knowing that once inside I could relax amid a warm comforting academic atmosphere and enjoy the exam.
This was not how things were to play out.
Upon arriving I took out my necessary HB pencil and eraser, black ballpoint pen and university membership card and found my pre-booked seat. (I would like to take this opportunity to thank the university for managing the booking system flawlessly, I was forwarded details and the bill was sent directly to my government debt handling agency.)
I had a good view of my exam and had a good few minutes to stretch out before play commenced, it was in fact, during this time that I began to notice the ambient temperature was not what it could have been; it was freezing.
While not actually causing the solidification of stationary water, it was well below what was comfortable for a three hour stint of sitting. I thought of leaving, or complaining to the correct authority, but at that moment the exam began and I felt that rather than miss any of the extravagance I would sit it out and enjoy it.
The first third with an allocated time of an entire hour was dedicated to multiple choice questions; one truth, four falsehoods, Plato would have some interesting words on this method of examination.
This passed without much comment from the students surrounding me, no comment in fact. It was although this was no mere game to be played and enjoyed. Heedless I stared at the words on the page and coloured in little ovals on the answer sheet.
The second section involved more colouring, but with only fifty four minutes allocated to it, it seemed to skim by about six minutes faster than the last, as with the first two, the third followed with more mundane circling.
Thus far I had yet to run into anything that piqued my interest, the questions were what was to be expected from the season that had come before. It was good to see the same performance that I had expected, but nothing new had come from this, I blamed myself entirely for studying the guidebook too much pre-game, thus causing a lack of surprises.
In the fourth section I ran into a question that truly interested me, it was simple enough, but I couldn’t for the life of me decrypt it. The words melted before my gaze and the sheet ran black and white in streaks of colour beyond my comprehension.
I am NOT being poetic, this actually happened.
I realised I was shivering hard, I put up my hand for permission to go to the toilet, where a nice man offered to take my wallet, I declined and was informed that I could not use the toilet without submitting my wallet. I imagine this is how a bully in third grade would work. Instead of relinquishing my wallet and entering the toilet I paced up and down, trying to warm myself to no avail.
I struck up a conversation with one of the overseers who informed me that this was the standard for exams, and that the cold was due to a lack of penetrating sunlight. Caught up in the idea of sunlight shattering the building and spilling across the floor wiping student after student out in a single awesome heavenly stroke, I returned to my seat.
Fighting to answer the final questions, with over an hour on the clock and nothing in my head I felt an emotion that was like despair without giving up; farce.
I laughed loudly as I boldly reread my exam checking for errors. Then put my hand up and after thanking the instructor for a good season, with a reasonably expectable ending I left.
There was still a half an hour on the clock, but it was clear my exam was over, as was the season.
The same works for getting high
Once the first person in the group says something along the lines of 'i am so wasted!' the whole thing becomes farce and everyone starts thinking about, well, nothing at the time.
But after a while, all I think is, damn.
Turning people on is something that you can accommodate, but should not decide to do.
They have to seek it themselves
I have to be quick, or kill flying chickens while they are looking the other way.
That was an awesome party; wish I remembered more of it...
Well, that is the cost of finishing your first semester.
Exemption is awesome!
Because I actually felt like I earned it
I don't know about the rest of the world, but I find inside jokes distasteful.
If you are going to have an exclusive club, you should be trying to kill people or taking over the world or something that makes it worth keeping a secret
I don’t think my brothers like me taking photos of them while they sleep
Wimps!
Isaac Dunn
This is a resume; it gives you the information that you need to know in order to decide that I am worth employing.
I am 19 years old, am able to deal well in stressing situations, have reasonable personal skills and a total lack of any obvious disabilities.
I believe that there are two types of jobs that you can have: a direct trade of services for money, which I would love to avoid, and the benevolent dictatorship of business, in which everyone is given a fair chance to act like a human being and be treated like one. The second of course leads to me acting like a model employee.
I am currently studying a BSc and diploma of modern language at the
During my gap year I worked as a bartender for two months on weekends, this was mainly a gimmick, but I did learn how to pour a beer.
I also taught English with several companies, this was simple cash in hand work, mainly with university students with classes held in English and Chinese. I was expected to be punctual and put up with whatever disparaging my boss had to say about me in Chinese.
So call or e-mail me.
Isaac wrote this
Of course I don't have a picture of hot chocolate, but trust me, I am drinking it now.
I was thinking about drug dealing to other planets yesterday.
Your lone ship arrives carrying the planets yearly supply of alcohol, caffeine, weed, tobacco, lsd, mdma, bacon rinds and soda fizz.
Everybody then throws a month long party in your honour, or gives you some money, or something.
Basically I was just thinking about capturing that happy feeling that everyone has when mildly addicted to something, then they get it.
Not that serious addiction though, no, that is scary.
I don't know how many of you have tried frying something without a shirt on. But if you have you will know bacon is to frying without a shirt on as zombies are to a picnic lunch at
And nobody wants that.
But I should pick up something to do; playing with knives and getting drunk every weekend is hardly a noble pursuit.
However fun it may be.
If you ever hear two Chinese people speaking in their native language about how they need to score some weed at uni, laugh, I did.
Maternal breeding sac day poem for the woman who took it upon herself to propagate her gametes in the form of three human offspring:
Today has become,
Doughnut bacon surprise cake,
happy mother's day.
If I were female, I would just have my eggs surgically removed and buried under a tree
Bah, humbug
That which is balanced is beautiful.
Deception is wrong, but when the intent is right it creates a beautiful contrast.
And people wonder why anti-smoking campaigns, abstinence from sex and telling your child that masturbation is bad doesn’t work.
The Hagakure
Who would have thought that a mix of the two would lead to me walking through a heavy rainstorm laughing randomly at everything in the world?
I guess I should start by quoting a passage
“There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to pet wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to everything.”
– Hagakure
I had something Daoist to go with it but can’t find it now.
I am starting to enjoy reality more than any drug I try, this is worrying as it seems although maturity or some other boring disease is atrophying my brain.
We will see in time
Do you ever have any bizarre thoughts?
Would you ever tell your doctor you did?
Before I left for
I was once told by a friend that she had assumed all women were lesbians until she learnt that she was an aberration.
If you can picture how alone and exposed she must have felt having lived under the certain safety that everyone was thinking and desiring the same things as her, then you have some idea of how I felt.
The way everything is phrased so far, it makes it seem like I was a 18 year old just realising I was gay. This isn't the case.
I was under the apparently mistaken impression that everyone fantasised about violently killing people that displeased them.
How long had I been sleeping?
Isaac wrote this