acheron

you're letting them win. you're not supposed to let them win. you have given in to the current trendy cultural meme of self loathing and pity that has come to define our genreation. a generation that bought the hate laced crap our parents forve fed us in poisonous servings to make us more like them... or failing that to make us guilty.

you are not ugly, you are the most perfect thing in the universe. a thinking, concious, creating entity that can be and do and exist as whatever it chooses to. you have just forgotten your way for a moment, but you are not lost. the universe is yours to perceive however you wish, you just need to remember.

hate us now. use your hate, turn it into fuel and use it to drive the engine of your being and make us choke on our blood and our misperceived ideals. remind us why the universe is yours if you want it and make the fuckers who gave you hate choke on their own bile and stupidity for not recognizing the potential you had.

and even if you hate me, i still appreciate you... and i have been alone longer then you can imagine....

anytime, though you realize that you have probably condemned me to a future being stalked by Crowley's ghost... or maybe that Chronozon thing he was so keen on.

come to think of it, being stalked by Crowley's ghost could be pretty damn cool...

as mentioned previously, always happy to remind people when they start slipping into other people's perceptions instead of maintaining their own paradigm. it happens to the best of us, all we need is someone to poke us with a stick and point out that we are sliding into the horror that is the pop meme of the moment.

hope you are feeling better. do as thou wilt and all that nonsense and brilliance.

just collapsing eh?
if the leeches don't restore vigor and cease the spells completely, then i'm afraid we will have to drill holes in your skull and let loose the demons within.

note: unexplained hysterical flailing of the extremities and spontaneous pigtail formation. possible poltergeist activity. demands cookie and cock. beckoning to us for unholy praise.

Exhausted & Malnourished...that would be a good name for a band.

Don't overdue it! I need you conscience. The fun is about to start!

Since Scylla wrote you a testimonial, I figured I would too.

1) Well, from what I can see, you're a pretty girl. Obviously the picture ends at your neck so you could be anywhere from 4'11" to 6'5" and weigh from 90 lbs. to 250 lbs. and have somewhere between size AAA and DDD breasts. Extrapolating from what I can see, however, you're cute.

2) Very pouncable.

3) 8.9 on the face and an incomplete from the neck down.

4) Most attractive features: Great cheekbones; pretty eyes; really fucking smart and perceptive. Least attractive features: Missing body and a slight tendency to over-dramatize things. As to your personality, I think it rocks (at least on paper). I like a girl with a little sarcasm in her blood who's also not afraid to fuck with conventions. You're a cool gurl.

Now stop obsessing...will ya!?!

When I visited my now deceased grandparents in Santa Fe last April I made a point of driving the two hours out of my way to see the famed PANCAKE MISSION. It sounded like just another stupid roadside attraction, like "World's Biggest Suitcase" or "Ronald Reagan's Childhood Home", but something was drawing me to it; and I'm so glad I listened to that inner voice, for the PANCAKE MISSION was a truly fascinating, almost mystical experience. I'm not a Christian myself, but for many years I've been an aficionado of Christian architecture, from the most elaborate cathedrals down to the most simple missions; and it was thoroughly delightful to discover that the PANCAKE MISSION is not only a striking, far-from-simple hyperbole of late 19th Century mission architecture, but unlike so many missions from its time or any other, it was erected with such an imperishable and undeniable sense of the ridiculous. For whereas I was expecting a mission that was historically known for serving pancakes to its target souls-to-be-saved, or perhaps even a shameless faux-historical-cum-capitalist venture e.g. an I-HOP located within the mission, the PANCAKE MISSION exceeded all my expectations by being nothing less than exactly what it purports to be: a mission built out of pancakes. I will confess that upon the moment of first realizing this intentional intersection of the divine and the absurd, I felt the desperate desire, more than at any time before then or since, to kill every human being in my immediate vicinity. Fortunately this bloodlust only lasted a mere second and was followed by what can only be called a revelation - for in that one second I believed in God, Jesus Christ, angels and devils, the whole bit - and determined to grab my ankles and give it up for the Holy Roman Church. Again, fortunately, this revelation only lasted a few seconds, and it was followed by a violent outburst of vomitting that lasted on and off for the next several minutes.* After regaining some semblance of composure, I sped away south to meet my grandparents for dinner at The Sizzler**. I was the same man, but not the same; the PANCAKE MISSION shrinking in my rearview mirror, I cried a single solitary tear for the life I'd led before, and swore to myself that I would quit my job as a stockbroker and follow my dream to become a beekeeper, or, by Jove, perish in the trying.

* Though not aware of it at the time I have since realized that the three stages described herein bear a striking resemblance to the stages detailed in Carlos Castaneda's first experience with Lophophora williamsii in The Teachings of Don Juan.
** The Sizzler, 2501 Delgado St., Santa Fe.

[Edited on Sep 26, 2003]

I like boysenberry syrup on my pancakes. Yum.

Apathy is the new activism. I would write more but I can't be bothered at the moment.

hmmm...oops
I didn't read your "into" section well enough, I guess.

I feel I absolutely must have some sort of conversation with you......and soon, because your discussion of your studies and your new translation project are intriguing the hell out of me!

I'm going to take this offline now...........................
[end transmission]

Shame that, I did like your last ramblings. So no sex eh, bit drastic that!

I do now look forward to reading your journals, I love the educational standard and informative type. May have to correct your grammar, but apart from that, not a problem.

All this and lovely with it x

i would love to read whatever it is

Talk dirty to me baby!!!!!!!

I look forward to your journal entries.
Your just as wacked as me.
You were meant to write.
Write Acheron
Write
Write like the wind!

oh, OK

I am Luke.

I am dilligan's faaaaather....

I just thought I'd raise my hand and say that I recognized the Cardigans song. And I just upped my dosage of meds too and have been loopy for a couple of days. And now I'm done rambling.