Hooray! That special time of year when people celebrate being scared. By sending children wearing highly unconvincing masks to your house in an attempt to get some sweets out of you.
Society is fucked up.
Das ist all.
Bah bah, lovies, bah bah.
Kisses,
The Kie
xxx
Friday, 31 October 2008
Saturday, 25 October 2008
Extery I
Also there are no such things as washing machines that play trance music mid cycle.
If you start to suspect that such deranged imaginings are actually possible then lay off the drugs, listen to normal music and get some sleep, in the name of Jesus!
And stop spending so much time with those crazy, drugged up ravers. You know the ones I mean.
Furthermore I'm an atheist, so saying anything in the name of Jesus is an exercise of futility.
Howdy stranger
So it's been a while since I wrote in here last, but little has changed. Same old self, same old activities (Which is far from a lament) just a little older, and (in spite of every proverb you'll ever hear) a little stupider. Whoever said age brings wisdom was obviously on so many prescription chemicals that their age was hard to determine through the haze of incomprehension. Personally I sometimes suspect I can already feel dementia setting on :D
Still, I have plans to counteract this. When the first signs of senility set in and I have any concerns for my mental wealthfare I plan to have myself pumped full of about six thousand pounds worth of Amphetamines. Such will, predictably, lower my life expectancy from about twenty years to about three, however rather than spending these years sitting going slowly mad in a home I will instead become some kind of deranged, sixty-seven year old wendigo, leaping from tree bough to tree bough whilst wearing naught on my wrinkly, stringy body but a loincloth made from badger hide. I will catch the local wildlife and force myself to consume it in order to survive and hopefully burn out before sobering up, in which case I will have to deal with the combined comedowns of over seven hundred days of methedrine abuse.
Thank fuck I'm not a methhead.
Anywho, moving swiftly on I feel it necessary to update my avid readers (Currently consisting, as far as I am aware, of Mo, although given my lengthy abscence I doubt even she will notice this post until it becomes obselete) on my current leisure activities. Aka not very much. I have recently undergone one of my seasonal personality shifts and this acerbic wit now drily drilling bizzare, irrelevant and often outright terrible humour is autumn Kieran; a bizzare beast with a tendency towards nostalgia and romanticism. And also, apparently, an infinitely smaller appetite for narcotics. I am disenchanted of late with drugs and as such am breaking, although I expect I will be tempted. I am a creature of impulses and if I followed a whim to get on them in the first place I expect whims will lead me back in time. I doubt, however, that I'll ever be doing them in the quantities I have been until late again.
Now I find myself wishing for a fine red wine or stiff vodka shot, the latter being something I have not craved since (appropriately enough) last autumn. Anywho, I was talking about something, or wished to say something but have since forgotten...
Well, let's just talk about Radiohead. Radiohead are always a good substitute talking point for me. I could lecture at Oxford on the intricacies of their music, although (like all university lecturers, hehe...) I would undoubtedly just end up giving a personal rant of my opinions and ignore any and all attempts to press an alternative point of view.
Sometime soon I think I will introduce (through use of pictures and anecdotes) some of my friends just to achieve some feeling of genuine external validity between this blog and my life. At the moment the two feel somewhat mutually exclusive, this writing being primarily rants punctuated by jokes and off-topic ramblings on music.
Alas, till later meh dears.
Bah bah, lovies, bah bah.
Kisses,
The Kie
x x x
Still, I have plans to counteract this. When the first signs of senility set in and I have any concerns for my mental wealthfare I plan to have myself pumped full of about six thousand pounds worth of Amphetamines. Such will, predictably, lower my life expectancy from about twenty years to about three, however rather than spending these years sitting going slowly mad in a home I will instead become some kind of deranged, sixty-seven year old wendigo, leaping from tree bough to tree bough whilst wearing naught on my wrinkly, stringy body but a loincloth made from badger hide. I will catch the local wildlife and force myself to consume it in order to survive and hopefully burn out before sobering up, in which case I will have to deal with the combined comedowns of over seven hundred days of methedrine abuse.
Thank fuck I'm not a methhead.
Anywho, moving swiftly on I feel it necessary to update my avid readers (Currently consisting, as far as I am aware, of Mo, although given my lengthy abscence I doubt even she will notice this post until it becomes obselete) on my current leisure activities. Aka not very much. I have recently undergone one of my seasonal personality shifts and this acerbic wit now drily drilling bizzare, irrelevant and often outright terrible humour is autumn Kieran; a bizzare beast with a tendency towards nostalgia and romanticism. And also, apparently, an infinitely smaller appetite for narcotics. I am disenchanted of late with drugs and as such am breaking, although I expect I will be tempted. I am a creature of impulses and if I followed a whim to get on them in the first place I expect whims will lead me back in time. I doubt, however, that I'll ever be doing them in the quantities I have been until late again.
Now I find myself wishing for a fine red wine or stiff vodka shot, the latter being something I have not craved since (appropriately enough) last autumn. Anywho, I was talking about something, or wished to say something but have since forgotten...
Well, let's just talk about Radiohead. Radiohead are always a good substitute talking point for me. I could lecture at Oxford on the intricacies of their music, although (like all university lecturers, hehe...) I would undoubtedly just end up giving a personal rant of my opinions and ignore any and all attempts to press an alternative point of view.
Sometime soon I think I will introduce (through use of pictures and anecdotes) some of my friends just to achieve some feeling of genuine external validity between this blog and my life. At the moment the two feel somewhat mutually exclusive, this writing being primarily rants punctuated by jokes and off-topic ramblings on music.
Alas, till later meh dears.
Bah bah, lovies, bah bah.
Kisses,
The Kie
x x x
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