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hippos need butter too

i like this line from billy "maybe if keith, box, and i merged we could create a whole person." i also am caught up with your blog.

if i wasn't so lazy i'd set a link to your blog but i'm afraid you don't want people to read it. people as in not me, paul, fatty chambers, and woowoo gayer.

so here is a true story:
yesterday i was working at 6pm knowing i had to still begin two decks (powerpoint presentations) and i went to the elevators to go up to 11 where there is a smokers lounge. side note the smokers lounge is so filthy like the foreskin on your mom's penis.

and so i get into the elevator and press 11. it moves up a bit then drops down. and i honestly thought it was going to drop the entire way and i was going to die. and all i could think about was how no one was going to get those two decks complete.

when my life flashed before my eyes, it wasn't about any friend or family or love or music or memory. it was about fucking work. yes, my life is work.

and i worked late again tonite. but i ate some shepards pie which for you ignant focks means mashed po's covering beef stew. went well with the black and tan.

oh yeah back to the point, so i too billy feel often the pull to make some radical change in my life. i often feel the cheap sensation following the viewing of some movie that touched my possibilities. but you know, that sensation soon flees and is followed by recognition that the movie is just doing it's job. someone wrote that scene and people were directed to convey this nostalgic bullshit sense of change. and this warm piss feeling is a fraud. people go to movies like that to feel this crap and get something out of it... holding onto manufactured meanings. they need to believe something better is waiting if they only apply themselves because surely this cannot be it. oh boy this sounds like the bastard in me but don't worry, i am right and on your death bed, should you be so unlucky to be conscious and long lived, you will realize the truth i preach.

go ahead, you can refer to me moving forward by my maiden name: HERO.

remember that Hero kid in middle school and part of college? that fucking jap. that was for duck's dad who hates japs because they bombed his village when he was a child.

anyway, i just remembered how Hero was in my shop class in middle school. we were supposed to build these CO2 cars out of wood to race against. and this fucking jasper makes his out of legos. so he loses because legos are relatively heavy and amazingly not aerodynamic. he also does not get a passing grade for that project because there were zero wood components. not even a splinter! also, his friend Justin ended up smashing the lego car to pieces, tower 2 style.

posted by fillshe @ 12:14 AM