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| The second essay of my collegiate "English" career. Well, another disappointing score this time, a 90. However, I have to say I was expecting lower due to comments about the class that my professor deemed inappropriate. 11/16/02: I think that I'm losing myself. Well, not myself per se but my connection to reality. Everything seems false. What's going on? Insanity has begun to reach me. My faculties have begun to atrophy. Am I here? Is this real? ...I've tired. I've been tired. I'm tired... ...the fallacy tha t is life...thoes who cannot lie no not what truth is...wha t i fi'm wrong...there is no god...the phsickal is not real...can Igo on...I'm losin gcontrol...I;m tired...so tired... 11/19/02: Earlier today i.e. 4 a.m. I was so inclined to watch the meteor shower, therefore i chisled the ice off my car and drove to "the spot" (a quaint little waterfront area where I assume one could easily get laid if they had a female compatriot) where the view was magnificent and the moon had the most wondrous glow that illuminated the locale. Of course, not wanting to be disturbed, I left when others arrived at the location. My venture did not stop there however for I made a stop at the ridiculously named Sandstoner Park where I sat in the warmth of my vehicle waching the shower, which was lackluster at best but a sight none the less. By now it was already 6 a.m. and I began my return voyage to my room when I thought, "Wouldn't it be nice to watch the sunrise." Hence, upon my arrival I quickly showered and made my way outdoors to witness the magnificent sight in all its multi (three)-colored beauty. And through all of that time all I could think of was that I wished I had someone to share it with. Yes, pathetic indeed. 11/27/02: Today I went to the movie theatre to see an exquisite film called Bowling for Columbine. Though I'm not a movie expert, I highly reccomend this film. The inner depths have risen as the soul recants its existence. Thoughts On the Purity of Essence. The last two essays of my first semester: Religious Repulsion and Tempestuous Affiliation. 01/08/03: As my holiday from the horrid inferno slowly comes to an end I see the frightening visages of arduous activity and calumny, who in my brief break have intermingled and interposed to beget their vile progeny hence defecating upon a structural masterpiece on the ingress whilst all watched, and to think, I was not there to see it. Now I do see it however, I see the horrid mess they've made, those fornicators, I see it. The membrane has been ruptured and their progeny invade like microscopic fish, but I will not let them impregnate the castle for my wall is impermeable. They will not have my world. "Frailty thy name is Woman." 01/16/03: Nothing. 01/20/03: I'm not cold. I'm not cold. It seems that I have succumbed to the most revolting aspect of Platonism. 01/28/03: Sometimes I think it would have been better if the Nazis won the War. Time. We are all going to die. 02/01/03: As I was walking in the episcopal church's yard I suddenly felt the urge to plunge myself into the snow. I did. I plunged into the snow face first and I laid there for a few minutes. I don't know why. Then I went to the coffee shop and had a double espresso. Let us examine The Account of a Man Afflicted with a Disorder which Inhibits Various Aspects of His Life. A Short Essay on Reality Which for All Intents and Purposes is Meaningless and should be Disregarded. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Page 4. Page 6. Page 7. |
| The one who votes decides nothing. The one who counts the vote decides everything. -Josef Stalin |
| I was so afrighted. They had seen. See me. Be me. Me be. Me bee. I see. They're coming. Be quiet. How pleasant. Yes, it was enjoyable. I am certain a good time was had by all. They're gone. It's closing. Time is short. It's late. They're flying. They'll be here soon. Soon they'll be. The sun is falling. No, the sky. |