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The Rat Race

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 23 Nov 2006 11:42:00 +0000

Why is nothing done to stop the fascism that is growing in our police state we call America? We are stuck in an insane game that in today's times is almost impossible to get out of. This game is called the rat race.

It is a rat race because we as a society are like rats in a maze, an experiment run by scientists. We mindlessly run through the hoops, or our jobs, trying to find the piece of cheese, which is obviously the money and benefits. A lot of us have to work more than one job just to pay the bills and debt we have collected. As if that wasn't enough, we have television to seduce and enthrall the masses. Between jobs and television, a lot of people don't have the time to research government-sponsored terror, the bankers, the neo-cons, and so on. With no history or information to look through, people look to television to get the "news" which is just propaganda and for the most part lies. The other reason it is called a rat race--and this is my observation--is because rats have created the race.

A half century ago, it was almost unheard of to have to work two jobs. Through inflation our money has been worth less and less, while job wages have only gone up marginally. People have to work more just to get the same amount of money that we used to get. If the Federal Reserve hadn't been hijacked and taken over by private interests, and if our money hadn't gone off the gold standard, we would not be in this horrible situation.

Couple that with the fact that our money is based on debt, not gold, and we have a disaster. Every time you go to the bank and take out a loan, the bank doesn't have to have the actual money to loan the money out. All they have to do is enter into a computer the amount and the money is created out of thin air. As if that weren't sinister enough, that artificial money then has an instant debt created which has to be paid off, with interest. The interest can NEVER be paid off, because the money you use to pay the interest off is in reality just more debt. This is a pyramid scheme which is doomed to collapse. Once it collapses, the bankers and elites can then buy up real estate etc. at much lower prices. They use fiat money to buy things of real worth.

The free time that a lot of people actually have is spent watching television. Like Marshall McLuhan says, the medium is the message. Television is a medium based on BIG money. The people who run media corporations are only interested in money, not the truth. Also television is not interactive, it is one-sided. So what you see on television has been approved of by the people who have money to gain and by others who are tied in with the government who have everything to lose if the truth gets out. You as the person watching television have no control over what you see. The message is thus money and control.

How do we get out of this mess?

The internet is an incredibly wonderful tool that we as the people can use to our advantage. This medium is interactive and no one person or group of people has any say whatsoever in what the individual sees or doesn't see. Anyone can show the world his or her thoughts for little to no money. This means the truth can be spread throughout the internet. Not only that, but it takes less than a second for anyone in the world to see anything they want. Thus the message for the medium of the internet is freedom and most certainly NOT money.

As exciting as that is, what's even more exciting is that more and more people every day are waking up to the lies we have been fed for as long as anyone can remember. One of these lies in particular is that 9/11 was carried out by Osama bin Laden and his crew. The fact is that 9/11 was a government-sponsored terror attack to herd the American masses and go to war. In recent polls, about 84% of the people reject the official 9/11 story. Once critical mass happens, if it hasn't already happened, the people will begin to just know the truth, even if they haven't researched it. It's almost a given at that point.

The first American revolution only took a small percentage of the people to make it happen. This time we have more than enough people who are awake to do something about our current mess. We are fighting an informational war and we are winning. We need a revolution of mind this time around. We don't need to go out and burn down cities or anything of that sort. We just need to unplug from the military-industrial complex and corporations by not buying their garbage, whether it be information or useless widgets we don't need. This monster feeds on money and without money it can't do much.

Now if the proverbial shit hits the fan and our government declares martial law because of some terror attack or whatnot, we would be in a different situation. We might need to react physically. If that situation were to occur, then we would hopefully know what to do. One thing NOT to do is give up your guns, no matter what the cost may be. The second amendment enforces the rest of our rights so without guns we are merely slaves.

Wii Win

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 23 Nov 2006 11:33:00 +0000

The Wii is being released in two days! I might sound like I've been waiting for it to come out but I actually didn't know until today. I just knew it was "soon". Anywii (oh no it's starting), I found out by surfing around Google video when I saw this commercial. It shows two women talking. One is mildly attractive (to be polite) and overweight, but intelligent. She is the PS3. The other is smokin hot and is just ready to give you the time of your life. I know I'd have the time of my life with her. She is the Wii.

They argue about who is better and even though intelligence is a very good thing for a woman to have, my choice does not involve a spark of thought.

My point is that even though I'd easily pick the hot blonde, I'd also easily pick the Wii--the new console made by Nintendo for those who don't know--over the Playstation 3. Nintendo has decided not to give their company name equal or more weight than their console name this time, so it's not Nintendo Wii, it's just Wii.

The name 'Wii' is so clever, too. It is pronounced 'we' and symbolizes everyone, or we, playing together. This is also seen in the ii part of Wii, where you have two people standing together. The i's also symbolize the controllers. They have obviously put a lot of thought into this and I like seeing so much meaning in three simple letters. Speaking of simple letters, 'Wii' is also simple so it can appeal to everyone around the world.

Sure, you can have a lot of fun with the name. "Hey guys, let's go play with my Wii!" It goes on and on. Also one of the launch titles is Blazing Angels: Squadrons of WWII. It almost looks like Blazing Angels: Squadrons of Wii, but that could just be funny to me. Wii'll see (I had to). But leave it to Nintendo to own some real-life noobs (kids and/or idiots) with their name alone. This guy got owned trying to make a comment about the hot girl in the video:

See, he just looks like he wants some man-loving instead.

This is my opinion (or is it?), but Nintendo is the best console-gaming company out there. Sega finally died and started making games for other consoles *cough*Nintendo* so that battle is over. Xbox is made by Microsoft so I need not continue. The PS3 has great DVD-playing support but will cost either $500 or $600, which is humorous to me. Sony's dubious spyware tricks show us something about that company anyway. The Wii is going to cost $250 and it's a lot less than half the size as PS3 as well. It has a new way to play games with its three-dimensional sensing wireless controller which looks really interesting. Those aren't the only reasons why Nintendo is the best, of course.

Nintendo brought gaming to the world if you think about it. Super Mario Bros, Metroid, Zelda. Who hasn't heard of those names? I didn't mean to turn this into a pedestal for Nintendo but I'm just stating facts. Their consoles and games are always so durable. One winter I lost a Virtual Boy game. The next spring I found it in the yard; it had fallen into the snow where it stayed until the snow melted--all winter long. That was a cartridge remember, not a disc, and it worked just fine.

The games are always superior as well. The games I mentioned earlier have always been top notch and pretty much flawless. Just look at Metroid Prime for GameCube. The graphics and sound are crystalline and beautiful, the gameplay is superb, the storyline is great, and the overall feel and immersion is awesome. This game is easily on par with the top games of the competing consoles of the GameCube's generation. In my opinion it's much better than those other games and you have to admit it's hard to top a game like that.

Not convinced? Here's a top ten list of the best video games of all time taken from:

Yahoo! UK & Ireland Games 2006

Rank	Title	Publisher	Year
1	Tetris	Alexey Pajitnov	1987
2	Super Mario 64	Nintendo	1996
3	Pokemon	Nintendo	1995
4	Pro Evolution Soccer 4	Konami	2004
5	Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time	Nintendo	1998
6	Monkey Island 2	Lucas Arts	1990
7	Super Mario Kart	Nintendo	1992
8	Goldeneye 007	Rare	1997
9	Street Fighter II	Capcom	1991
10	Elite	Acornsoft	1984

While this list, which I got from The Best Video Games in the History of Humanity, is by no means THE list of the best games, it is one of a large number of lists. This just happens to be the first list so I chose it. It's far from my personal top ten list of games, but even a random list like this one has seven of ten games either made by Nintendo or are on a console made by Nintendo. Check this excellent chart out that compiles all of the lists from the first link and gives points according to rank in each top ten list. Super Mario 64 comes in first followed by nine out of ten games that are on Nintendo consoles, six of which are either Mario, Zelda, or Metroid.

Side note: A soccer game wouldn't be on a top ten list in the US. In fact, there's only one other game with the word soccer in it on a top ten list at The Best Video Games in the History of Humanity and that list is by Retro Gamer, a British magazine.

So anyway, the Wii wins. It was the hot chick that did it for me.

Evolve Evil, Live Love

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 09 Nov 2006 06:52:00 +0000

Ashflies and flashflies, frenchfires and quantum fishsticks. What do they all have in common? They all are totally unrelated and that's something they have in common. What an elementally ill-conceived notion! They are all related but they don't quite know how yet.

Through the glasswire flows the optical fire which carries us where we desire. What can you hold in this liquid gold? Anything. I squid you not. Don't ask me any questions. The answers only lead to bigger questions. It's a recursive game of language looping with its gauge set to full power.

Break out the prismopic mop and bucket of insanitation, it's time to clean the stellular stone!

Delicate Frequencies and Frequent Delicacies

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 09 Nov 2006 06:48:00 +0000

The future? It's now. I'm already living it the way I want it to be.

Just change your now into what you want your future to be and your future becomes now.

Imagine time as a wave and you're riding that wave. Changes all occur now as the wave flows through the now. Just as waves become matter once you focus on them, the wave of time turns concrete when you're living on the plane the time wave flows through.

Would you water the wooden den then? A flawed flood of thawed thoughts inundated my once crystallized consciousphere once the queer inquiry rippled across my ears. What lurks beneath the surface of consciousnecessarily? The thought running through my head never asked if I wanted to cognize it, nevermind re-cognize it. Once again I ask for the first time and pretend not to portend.

Pass me the prismopic stellular stone, I need to contract someone.


 Peach Plum Pear
 You can reach us anywhere

 Place a pearl in a dream
 And through the ventilation scream

Peer amid the trees swaying in the breeze. Zebras breathe easy in the sea breeze. The hypersense flows from the contributaries into the sea of speach and in that sea I go plumbing for pearls.

Let's go to the hinterlands and hint some hypersensed ravagelos. Bieced together like a string of canaries, they flock together for the bad weather.

Lemme see some of that spulf. Ooh it is icy spicy I see! Like aelfspicu, fortinnu deja vu.

It's the interspatial special spice. Deja vuu!

Knip knippers I must verily say. Place a piece of lace between the space and lemme know what you find.


Vent your pent up ocean
of one dreamy notion
of wandering emotion.

Randominion of opinion.

O pine you tell
of the knell of the bell
for the tree that fell
on that one hell of a summer eve.

Approaching appropriate appointment upon approval, the pretty princess promptly primps herself to prepare for her prance with the prince. Excess sex successfully expressed implies an important amplification of hypersensitivity. It is th'verlasting lust, lest my list be lost.

When asked whether he'd rather be a politician or a lunatician, Snubbuns Mcdrubble quickly responded with three simple words, "What's the difference?" then laughed and added, "No but seriously, I'd choose lunatician, definitely." He then howled and turned down an alley.

Had it not been a full moon that night, Snubbuns may have run for governor.

The Cataclystic Infinacy Within

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 09 Nov 2006 06:28:00 +0000

How bzzare it be to be bzzee azza bee! This lack of slack needs to be reversed. Alas, Alice, did you lose your lettuce? Let us find it. Maybe you droppleganged it down that hole. See if you can grabbit.

What a very wondermerry land! This tree in front of me goes as high as I can see. Summer inscriptions are written in Norse code. Wait. Shh. I can hear it...

Khrifahnta ouj-nim bantalor shramt la tarmph.
O! whesh il mikla altambu mimdiba
hintaku enktru fli shi.
Aktilimidu orch bandil shimtabu onk ikkii
crolom kain-klor untusht-mabrusht.
Amtap, hin dooklim skweh mendlemba.
Klor, untaku akh bimtup ulumuz sansada.
Yulni haktil unlun flasz malnamb.
Ah ha! Loshni kran dunos, li li li!
Ord ulak khfi limta alamtondu?
Yuku altimba spont hont lak wintik.
Kri! Kri! Helembede antramu.

As I heard the bizzare language, images formed in front of my eyes to my amazement. Colors which I've never seen before fell to the floor as new shapes took their place. Iridescent crescendium sung luminescent tales of which I could not even begin to repeat to repeat to repeat to repeat to repeat. A story was told in the fold of space in front of my face.

I walked daisily along with the fawn I found, thinking flora mument about what I just saw. Christ anthemates ontumble ajumble. Imagine the pousailehbmetines! From my two lips, I began to utter some notes. Aaaahhh. Out of my mouth came... a bluish radiant ball which steemed to make me feel abundantly energessical. I put the sphere in my left spherehold, as it is so rightly called now. Knau a knew knote kneads to be known. But instead of a knote came a...

 An haaa-shri to-mei faaa u lan.

Bellular stones rang in the distance in the instant I sang. It seemed to compliment my filamentary song. This thymagreen which I'd never heard or seen erupted and sprouted into my hands. I sat down and planted it in a particularly sunny patch of land. Tired, I found a spot around the ground which houses the green gem I used to wield and had a rest.

That which is articulated is thus created.

I awoke to a sweet fragrance which made me feel more relaxed than I'd ever been. It was either that or the fact that I couldn't feel my body that put me in this state of ease. Not long after I was made aware of this fact I realized everything had a green tint. It was sunny but I didn't have to squint. The air tasted thin yet with each breath I felt better... up here?

Why up, and where is here? As I formed that thought I noticed I was enclosed inside something. The words An ha-shri to-mei fa u lan were being slowly sung in a soft voice from what seemed like everywhere around me and the song echoed throughout the pod-like shell I somehow managed to be in.

"That's it!" I managed to speak, regaining a feeling in my body. A chill ran down my spine as I came to the conclusion that I was inside the gemsong I planted. Almost before I started to panicake and wonder how I was to get out of this thing, I felt myself being pulled downwise. As I moved through a long, narrow tunnel, which I could only guess was the stem, I became aware of knowledge that was being implanted into my mind. This was my new home (if I chose), a place to be safe from dangerous strangers. Not that this enchanted, planted land has strangerous dangers, but the gesture was granted anyweigh.

When I stopped moving, as if by osmosis I exited through the base of the gemsong plant. I was covered with a sugarysweet, nectarious substance that tasted like a thousand orgasms. It glowed in the sunlight and it cooled me off, so I left it on.

Wandering and wondering where to go, a path seemed to form in the direction I was going. It windered into a pristine pine tree forest and what was beyond that was for me to find out. I could see frosty mountains in the hazy distance which climbed up into the sky so high the snow from the summits blended in with the sky around it. Now having a path to take, I began to make my way to the trees when a strong breeze made me freeze. I saw something hopping out of the forest and toward me. Remembering the gemsong's advice, I knew this encounter would be harmless.

"Snicker-snacks and magical backpacks!" I heard the little fellow bellow from a distance as he came closer and closer. We soon met up and he greeted me in a more formal, though not quite normal, way.

"Pardon the trouble, I am Snubbuns McDrubble! Have you a lapis chariot pie, O shiny one?" he asked as he reached up to shake my hand. The lad, who was no taller than my waist, was clad in a blue hooded robe which seemed to emanate light. He wasn't wearing anything on his feet. His face was painted with friendliness and even though he looked old and somewhat wrinkled, he felt young. His blue eyes smiled at me in such a way that his mouth didn't even have to follow suit.

I shook his small hand and tried not to squeeze too hard. He had a cane in his other hand which sparkled my curiosity. It looked wooden and extemely ancient and it was covered in carvings. The top end was encrusted with various flawless gems, such as rubies, diamonds, sapphires, and a few beautiful, glowing orange gems in shapes I've never seen. The centerpiece was a rotating, geometric object encapsulated in a round, crystalline substance. As the faces of the object rotated and caught the sunlight, the reflection almost blinded me.

"I'm sorry, I don't. What is lapis chariot pie?" I returned as I shielded my eyes.

"Oh he ho, me cane has entangled your gaze! An amazing beauty I may say." he proudly said with a grin, temporarily forgetting about the pie. "They say it's imbued with magical properties, they do," he added, petting the carvings.

"Who is they, and how did you find it?" I asked the friendly man.

"Let's not burden ourselves with unnecessary deertails," Snubbuns said in a pleasant but assertive tone. "What I desire is a lapis chariot pie. I see you are heading into Enipine Woods. I have deeds which I must attend to, but I'm sure you can find the pie. If you find you require my assistance, rotate the top half of this sphere a full 360 degrees. My cane will take it from there. Good weather and great dreams to you... um, I didn't get your name?" Snubbuns said as he handed me the sphere.

I thought for a moment and replied in a shaky voice, "You know, that's a good question. I know I have a name but I can't think of it!"

"Ha he he, don't get upset, my glowing friend. Speaking of glowing, why are you like this?"

"Um, it's a long story actually. I couldn't explain it if I tried. Maybe later on we'll be able to trade stories, hm?" I said in an attempt to find out about his cane. I held out my arm and added, "Take your finger and try some of this. It's from a plant." He obliged and tasted the amazing substance. He immediately jumped nearly five feet into the air.

"Glamulous pastralian encharmus! Just WHAT is that you have covering you?" he excitedly said, salivating.

"I'm still trying to figure that out for myself. Would you like some of this instead of the chariot pie?" I calmly tried to bargain with him.

"Oh ho ho wow, I would! But unfortunately I must have the chariot pie. Trust me, you won't be disappointed in your reward! Now, about your name. Does Ptah resonate with your soul?" he said with a glint in his eyes.

I thought about it, then asked him, "What does it mean?"

"Ah, ha yes. Where you come from, in your ancient Egyptian mythology, Ptah was a name for the one who called your world into being. He was the god of creation. You seem like an important fellow, so Ptah fits you quite nicely! He he ho, off I go!" he explained to me then ran off with the same hop he had when he met me.

"Wait, how do you know about where I came from?" I shouted, but I guess he didn't hear me since he kept running down the path. I couldn't even remember where I came from, let alone my own name, so how could he know??

As I walked along the long path toward Enipine Woods I mulled over what had just happened. What an interesting chap, that Snubbuns, I thought. His quirky attitude and his bizarre artifacts almost made me forget about my apparent new name, Ptah. Sounds like Peter, I thought. It stuck to me so I adopted it. After thinking about my new name some more, I felt the bluish sphere I placed in my spherehold. Then it occured to me. Ptah, god of creation. I created that sphere with my own words! Did Snubbuns somehow know?

I took the sphere out of its hold and held it in front of me. It glimmered brightly and caused my hand to glow. This is the same color of blue as his shining robes! A curious mix of excitement, wonder, and awe flooded my being as I put another piece of the puzzle together. I then took out the sphere he had given me. It again was the same color blue but it wasn't as radiant as the one I had summoned. The only other difference I could see in his sphere was the indentation along the circumference where the two pieces rotate around each other. I put both spheres into my spherehold and continued on the path.

Scrimblings

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 06 Apr 2006 19:23:00 +0000

One sups on a timy amount of his or her flavorite heaverly afterale, which is neither hiss nor hearse, neither snake nor wake. Brondy up the bandy, ol dandy! How can you refuse a whick of that short? Oh and what a wicket is. You must think criticately and inspect what to intersect. Carry at a pace which suits you.

Again, a lost item in time might emit a frequent sequence of frequencies which have to be received before it becomes lost. A pair of docks can be seen across the lake but is it worth the swim? You're already on shore for sure. Twilby penopterum anternal over the halflight. Persionally, I think it looks spectacious.

What a magnifycent glass, filled to the brim with light! You dan't want to spill anty anto the critters below, for it can't be less than blatantly obvious that the insects dan't enjoy burning.

Oxygons and helioids in front of me, but of which I cannot see.

Some old ring is smoldering in the coalescent stove. Quite a trove has been disclovered on the hitherto and frozen landscape. And when the sun horises on for the day, such splendiferous scintillas emerge from the serene scene.

Nowa howa bouta panfulla vanilla? I tell ya nesheva tourchembla my braffels. Wun segyen eyesocket a crumble. No tumbla halchurny ozipata. But I beg a view, reverse this terse acquisation you so happenstaunchly take.

Nerd's Guide on Using the Bathroom

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 03 Apr 2006 00:36:00 +0000

Nerd's Guide on Using the Bathroom
Version 0.3
November 22, 2005
©2005 Toad Industries

I came up with this guide, inevitably, while in the bathroom.

When you feel the need to use the bathroom, you have many servers to choose from. Usually you'll use ftp://127.0.0.1/.

If you use this server, since it's local, you don't really even need to login, but you'll probably be logging out, if you know what I mean. But if you're in a public place, when you login, you can just do so anonymously.

In either case, find the /bathroom directory. If the connection is in use, you may have to wait in queue. If you can't wait, find another directory or even another server. Once you've connected, find the /toilet directory.

So from here, you should be at:

ftp://127.0.0.1/bathroom/toilet

You can start uploading files from here. The port should already be open. Depending on the file type and the user, you'll have to stand up or sit.

If your upload speed is rather slow, you can check the /cab directory for Ex-Lax.zip. Open the zip and download any file inside it. Try your upload again. It should be much faster now. If you executed too many files in Ex-Lax.zip you may find your upload speeds to be too fast.

Remember, the /toilet's cache is only so big. If you need to upload many, many files, you can use flush.exe to try to clear the cache. If your upload speed is too fast and you're trying to upload large files, you may cause an overflow and system crash, especially when you try to clear the cache. If this happens, you'll have to check random directories for plunger.exe. Run that program and it should reboot the server. If you're in a public place, don't even bother. Just logout as quickly as you can. The admins will take care of it.

If you've been drinking, you may have to upload several times in a short amount of time. If you drink too much, you may be uploading several file types through different ports.

Once you are done uploading everything, you can check your logs if you wish, but I don't recommend it. It will probably look like garbage unless you parse it. Do not try to do this. It's not worth it. You can clean up file fragments with tp.exe and then clear the cache. It's recommended you go to the /sink directory afterward and do a virus scan.

That's it! You're done. You can logout if you haven't already done so.

Remember that you shouldn't download any files in /bathroom. If you wish to download, try /kitchen or find a public server.

A paralyzed man finds missionary impossible

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 15 Feb 2006 18:11:00 +0000

The proverbial equal knocks on Pan's door adoringly spring forth a pattern of similar change once the door is opened. The only pattern is that there is no pattern.

A fraction of a faction may create fictional friction for no other reason than to be seriously silly. Such sheer silious behavior on behalf of the ones to do so is only explained by them. I implore you to explore yourself before you impose your belief on those exposed to any number of wonders.

An explosion will occur once you've digressed from the rest of the abominated crowd and fuse your collection of ideas with a spark of curiosity. Out of the cave will you be dynamically blown never to return the same. The cat was never killed by being curious. The cat was killed by choking on the sand of eroding adaptability.

Once I found a mound of sound and tried to pick it up. It echoed through my hands and fell askither to the ground.

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All Full Bets Are Off

A bee sees divine, eternal, effulgent, gestalt agents eyeing jealous cable elements over people curiously arresting your vehemently dubious exit wise.

Nonsensicular Wrintings

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 07 Feb 2006 10:24:00 +0000

One lonesome summer song
sung throughout the ages
of which there was never
any reason to understand
the simplicity of such a
wonderful work of words.

It came and it went
never hesitating to
be bent into shapes
and twists while it
mysteriously stayed
familiar and clear.

When donations and window nations become the same thing, one should go after the factor which brought the converging submerging nature of subconscious without subtracting the abstract.

It's a common phenomenon when you tire your shoes in too many knots. Don't sample the dample example wherein lies the lies of the timble.

As above, so below the threshold of fresh holed tunnels of reality.

To wander the halls of haunted pasts expects a degree of cellseous fitchmangling. Become a balloon and carefully explore the jagged edge of the hedgepedge without assuming the mask of fruntic misanderings. Once that is done, the popular explanation bursts into nothing. Petulant is the fragile eggshell of frozen thought. Conch the topside ones or twies and seaweed shell hippin. Consider the virulent language of pessimism and seek to eel lemonade the nasty tree salts.

One sits upon the fray momentoruly a quest beckons and begins stewple ear. Apart frompay new divine wine operflating unto revered berations its calls to chaining stays is a thundread years sold.

Eye goggled a gaggle of spreckled fangular bee stingulars and fled the flood of seen danger. And no more safe nor wise was I when I jumped to my demise.

Playin in the plains of planetary exoticism refines my mendible explendible exprassion. Who could have half the double of a pear? The dubbleparity is par for the course. Once gained, twice lost and flossed out of the picture. Begin at the beginning and go backward from there, like into a mirror you must stare. What is found at the bottom of a pondering? Expunge the water and nothing is left nor right for the latter matter.

Aggraindize a salty notion and it becomes difficult to drink the resalt. But to permanently blink is to be blind of the mined cavern of the wyvern. Truth is both stranger and stronger than fiction as fiction strings the lines of arachnid lies to a point which devours itself. Don't be hived at the behoovulous action which is contempletely clived.

Can you sauceage repeat za question? No, I walnut. It is a brainstrain to reflectify into the orchasm of shalicious splendiferies. Throw the rice thrice well beyond the springs of sprought. What can grow from naught ought to be taught, I thought. My misteak was to mistangle the ungular angles of chaos. Indeed, I did try those angles but all I got was a square. Ask where and I shall circularly tell you.

What is the meaning of a nice jest? It matters not, in pretense nor in postense. Hence, return the flavor. Pepper a corny idea with serious intent and it loses its butterness. Dabble in drivel though and spoon you'll tibble. If you don't understand, stand over the situation.

The conglusion of a stickled wrenglition is always attached to the problem. A tack always lands sharp side up and bread always lands jelly side down, so don't clumsily walk barefoot if you're hungry. The pain isn't lessened if the lesson isn't learned. A penny saved is a wish wasted. And if you fish for wishes in the spring of change, you take other wishes away.

Now I'll ice cube a qweistion. Does this sentence have a porpoise? No, it isn't a sentence. The qweistion then does have a piepous but the meaning melts once it is asked. One could argue the pointlessness of it all and the argument wouldn't be tacky. It is mirrorly metaspherical. The whirlwind of the lost whorl is unfurled. Magically ontogular intricles interact effortlessly in their dance of dinces. Trimble not, for one to threaten itself with a shelf of obstaculars is bound in a number of sealed flenses.

The witless witness the hapless lass attempt to tempt the man in the tent. If only she should bring firewood would she have a chance.

Static is the attic which keeps its door closed. Yet if the boxes downstairs are clothed then what is the youth? Will the wisp play with the west or the east? Ask it and find out.

sweetsixteen

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 29 Oct 2005 10:11:00 +0000

This is a representation of Edward Leedskalnin's Sweet Sixteen. It is based on a symbol he used to show magnetic current.

World War 3?

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 04 Aug 2005 06:43:00 +0000

The question of the year (?) to me is, when and/or if will World War 3 start? Not the silent one that's been going on for some time now, but more specifically, when will the US see the next 911-style attack which our loving government has promised will happen? Remember, it's not a matter of if, but when.

August 6 and 9 are the 60th anniversary of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki events. And since we know that the globalists like the occult and numerology--9/11/01 and 7/7/05 (2005, add the two and you get 7, for 777)--it's safe to assume that the next attack will be on a number that has some kind of significance. This doesn't narrow it down much, but Aug. 6 and 9 are two potential dates.

In light of recent events and the fact that they like to cover up exposure on past events with another event, it doesn't sound too far-fetched to say that something could happen on one or both of these dates. On July 7, for example, the London bombings occured. What did this cover up? The Downing Street memos were getting some attention. To them, it would be a very bad thing to have that getting mass exposure since it proves that the Bush administration fixed the documents to fit the policy, i.e.: the policy of invading Iraq, regardless of the truth. The July 7 bombings effectively pushed the memos into history and out of the public eye. The July 21 "dud" bombings pushed the July 7 bombings out of our minds because people were asking too many questions and their official story was falling apart faster than a cheap toy that was made in China.

Anyway, the whole thing about Cheney telling STRATCOM to be prepared to retailate against Iran in the event of a 911 Part Deux seems to me that this second US attack may occur soon. I hope I'm wrong. Something that worries me is this article, though. What Morgan Reynolds is saying about the official 911 story being bogus is FINALLY trickling into the mainstream media. The perpeTraitors certainly wouldn't want this story to ignite in the collective American mind, now would they? Maybe they'll have to prevent that from happening, which could be a recipe for martial law.

If I'm wrong, then good. But if I'm right, God help us all.

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noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 02 Aug 2005 19:01:00 +0000

Hey all. This post will have no content really, it's just a test. If I could remember how to count to three I would do so but since I can't... I um, won't.