bloody knees
Ever since I converted to Christianity (last Thursday), life has been pretty boring. If by boring you mean an awesome feeling of relief!
You know how they (?) say all good dialogue is in essence just alternating “Yes” and “No”? Well, I thought life meant alternating the statements “I don’t want to live” with “I don’t want to die”.
Now, everything is different (Christ) and I have nothing sensible to babble about.
If Christ is a metaphor, then X=boring, but WELCOME TO ACCOMPLISHMENT ZONE, U.S.A.!
This makes no sense to you. I don’t care. Babies have to be taught how to sleep! In some ways I am a baby (logical reasoning > dawn of man, or is it the other way around?). In other ways, I have mastered tools to enable entertainment, communication, and so on. That makes me an authentic adult, and therefore a future perfect robot.
Do babies really need to be taught how to sleep? I’m in love with how that sounds, but if it’s not true, Christ will disgorge it.
Verbs are dudes. Nouns are like pillows, or cement blocks. Either way, you can rest your head. Adverbs are feminine in concept, even though the word itself, adverb, is kind of nerdy. Christ is an interjection, something you say when someone will not stop talking, and don’t you ever shut the fuck up?
One Response to “bloody knees”
1 Pistol Whip 8 September 2007 @ 12:11 pm
what are puppies carrying cement blocks in their mouths, but then it turns out your eyes were playing tricks on you and those cement blocks were actually telephones.
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