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info about me not about you it could have been about you however the main aim of this page is to suit the ego of its maker yes a likening unto a god-like act so in other words the you-ness of this page has been deleted and replaced with the almost fascist image of me which is not you if you were to be like me you would not be me you would only be a not-you and not the subject of a page, which is about me, such as this page which is only and exclusively about me you may think, hey i know this jerk and i thought he had no self esteem, but here is where you run wrong it is actually the worst case of an extremely fragile yet gigantic world-sized ego. i will destroy you because i can and i think you deserve it, but i will think rather poignantly afterward over whether the action really benefited me or whether i was trying to make up for an inefficiency of mine and lashing out. but then i will see yr smoldering ruins and laugh the laugh of those people who make webpages that are exclusively devoted to talking about themselves because it is all they can see. you know? everytime you pass in front of a reflective surface you will check yourself out. it is a double-edged sword tho, as you look constantly for flaws that you need to find in order to undermine yourself and give you need to breathe fire and hurt people. or rather bitch about things until you are as destroyed as the things you bitch about. the carnivorous dinosaurs return and appear over the mountain and
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i'm a malayalee, which means that my blood originates from Kerala the southwesternest state in India. why malayalee? because they speak Malayalam in Kerala. thats right. contrary to popular American belief, India does not speak a magical language called "Indian". that's what happens yr civilization dates back a ways. its like thinking that people in Europe speak "European" or in Africa they speak "African". uuuuuuuuuunfortunately, i am not able to speak malayalam. when i grew up, my parents spoke english 97% of the time when talking to me. thinking that it would help my development in US society to not have the accent. understandable in the USA-chanting racist hellhole that the 80's were. however they didnt count on me becoming a completely awkward in all ways type person. but who can, really. i might as well have had the accent. at least then i would be accepted in malu society rather than none at all. |
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hi there, my name's Jason Kurian, which of course you know cuz theres no reason otherwise for you to be here. in internet business, to make a pointless point, person to person commerce has failed, business to business commerce thrives. i offer no services that could be of help to no one. i just want my friends and myself to see this page, and in the same vein, geocities hopes like hell that you will buy the products offered by their advertisers. i mean they yearn for it. imagine if you will one of the new internet millionaire executives in their new office quaking with coccaine high. am i using them for free space or are they using me? but still, hi. |
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please to page two be going |
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