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I know of a Greek labyrinth that is but one straight line.

Created on 2006-05-14 06:45:22 (#10234505), last updated 2007-10-01

1,335 comments received, 1,966 comments posted

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Name:Fledgling Orgiophant
Location:In Your Computer, Vatican City State (Holy See)
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I firmly believe that chinchillas are the secret aspiring Dark Overlords of planet Earth, and hold their wicked base of Cherry-Flavored Doom in Sri Lanka, which, incidentally, is actually headed by a can of sardines smothered in preservatives and salty sauce. Their allies in total world domination, cows, smell of Papaya Doritoes left out for a fortnight under a dragon's steaming breath. They fervently hope to use this alluring scent to warp the minds and control the knees of unsuspecting Bush fanatics, who secretly crave the pagan Papaya Dorito. Bushies' knees are elemental to the plot of the wicked Bovine-Chinchilla Disorganization of Cherry-Flavored Doom, for Bush-loving knees emit a high-pitched frequency which tampers with the inner machinery of forklifts and sporks (yes, sporks have inner machinery, but that's a whole other conspiracy right there). The chinchillas hope to one day launch a secular crusade in which they may speed about in hippe-styled forklifts shooting mustard guns and brandishing shiny sporks at their immortal enemies, the chipmunks. The unwitting cows, of course, will be shot up into the sky at night to see if they really can jump over the moon. Humans will be stuffed into snowglobes and sold on Ebay for approximately 16 cents.




If the above frightens you, maybe I'm not the best person for you to talk to.


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

--Edgar Allan Poe, A Dream Within a Dream


In a Washington cemetery on the gravestone of a Vietnam veteran, it is written:
"When I was in the military, they gave me a medal for killing two men and discharged me for loving one."


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Gender is irrelevant.




P.S. - I like randomly adding people whose journals I find interesting. If I've randomly added you and it makes you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I'll unadd you.

If you want to know what my AIM is, ask. Same goes for MSN.

P.P.S. - No, I do not actually live in the Vatican.
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