Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Dot Dot Dot...And Spatters Of Blood?

Lately my life has been metaphorically similar to wiping off the ice on a frosted window. This is of course me wiping off ice on a frosted window to see inside myself in an elightened glimpse of introspection, and not someone else wiping the ice off of my frosted window...which could have sexual implications that aren't really there. Sex? I don't know a thing about it. "Oh you see it on TV and Movies all the time". Shit no. I'm not talking about that.

But back to introspection and the movies. Or just introspection. I'm looking around inside myself; like a sort of limited telescopic illusion where I myself am standing inside my own head and dusting for the most curious of clues. And not CSI clues. Because I am tired of that show and our country's obsession with it. We are the modern Victorians. We are the mischievous children who revel in deliberately doing what the overly strict parents had so forbiddenly expressed not to do. Yada yada yada. I can't believe I just said that. I am all tangents tonight, with more branching connections than a neural network. But it doesn't matter because I am just writing for the sake of writing. It is kind of nice when I don't have a particular audience that I have to worry about.

But back to something that I wasn't even talking about in the first place. Nerf is an incredible company worthy of the highest praise. Nerf has made the fun war possible...if those two words can even begin to coexist. Well, Nerf makes them coexist anyway, in the context of foam ordinance. Everyone is talking about Nerf. Just look and see. Or listen and hear...if it is spoken words you are trying to take in. It could be auditory or visionary. It depends on your preference I guess.

My speakers came in. My home theater. When I saw the box I literally said "Fuck yes" out loud. I was alone, take note. Fuck yes.

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Blood spatters.

I don't know. I can't even think right now. I'm a bubbling brook of bullshit.

At least the ants care for it. They care.

Ants care.

-The Piece (They say it hurts to get shot. Me? I don't want to find out! No!)