Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Drinking Alone
I was sitting here trying to recover the corpse of my dead-bodied isabella wunder, lost to a blogging suicide and rotting among the ruins of so many other dead blogs taken over by soulless "marketing" perverts hell-bent on capitalizing from the empty skeletons of neuroticism, wit and wunder left strewn about the internet.
What is going on here? So much for our utopic phantom telephone booth where minds and ideas could flourish without the contraints of capitalism, nationalism, bureaucracy or bias. Its like the first slaughter of the innocents and pandora's box cracked wide open so the ass-germs, herpes sores, warts and cancer could fly out to infect the flesh of the new dawn.
But its always this way, no? I think with a few towels, some anti-viral precautions, a sense of humor, and a firm belief in neurogenesis we can snatch a line in the master plan. Foh' sho.
What is going on here? So much for our utopic phantom telephone booth where minds and ideas could flourish without the contraints of capitalism, nationalism, bureaucracy or bias. Its like the first slaughter of the innocents and pandora's box cracked wide open so the ass-germs, herpes sores, warts and cancer could fly out to infect the flesh of the new dawn.
But its always this way, no? I think with a few towels, some anti-viral precautions, a sense of humor, and a firm belief in neurogenesis we can snatch a line in the master plan. Foh' sho.
