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| The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. - Oscar Wilde |
| Bullshit for a scholarship Part III. 05/28/03: You said it would be a good summer. How depressing it is that for a while I believed you. 06/04/03: Recovery from disembodied abdominal pain. 06/10/03: Hail to the Thief. 06/11/03: The rain is persistent. Soon it will catch me. 06/14/03: "He then devoured Zarathustra's flesh saying, 'Bones are for dogs.'" "... I am the eternal becoming." 08/25/03: A rebirth? No, simply a return. Version one of The Rag and the Rabble. The true account of An Evening Stroll. The final part of A Discourse on Theology. Books Are Poison. 09/11/03: "What darkness is there that we cannot overcome?" "Who says that all darkness needs to be overcome." 09/15/03: Caught in the rain. The Journey: Revisited. A joke? 09/22/03: Another day of staring at the ceiling. 09/24/03: And what of the ape men? 29 Aphorisms. 10/06/03: Do you believe that unicorns existed? The Hunger Artist. 10/08/03: How horrible it is to live in a place where men are women. 10/21/03: Dead. 10/29/03: I got a 94 on the last organic chemistry exam. I'm very disappointed in you. I know. Well... 01/28/04: Only six left. Lethargy Prevails. The Ginonians. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Page 4. Page 5. Page 6. |
| And now the darkness comes on as we lay here in the unbridled splendor of the summer. Alas we forget the winter. We always forget the winter. But even the splendor does not come without a price. No, the splendor does not exist; it cannot cost. It is never. Hell is extant perpetually. What happiness is there? It is never summer. Only Fall and Winter are real. Summer is illusory. And spring, yes, that devilish season is simply that fithly transvestite fall making us fools. |