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Well, I know its hard for you
To know the reason why
And I know you'll understand
More when its time to die
Dont believe the life you have
Will be the only one
You have to let your body sleep
To let your soul live on
Love has given life to you
And now its your concern
Unseen eyes of inner life
Will make...
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Another weekend. No absinthe, but as much beer with brettanomyces yeast as possible. And some truly dreadful bottled hefeweizen. No major breweries in the States doing a good wheat beer these days. I require Paulaner or Franziskaner posthaste. Only 'cause I may find them bottled over here...

If there's going to be an evil government conspiracy, why can't it be a program that eviscerates annoying celebrities? Och, aye, most of the dunderheads need fucktards to grok over instead of living their own fucking lives. Yep, time to go somewhere else.

ego sum taedium, ergo sum.

All I've got to say:

Fun is where you find it. This is a wacky place.

and:

Home is where the black heart is. Interestingly, beyond the tattoo parlour over my favourite brewpub, there is a kyokushin karate dojo as well. I'm a judo/ju jitsu kind of guy, but if I can run or ride to the dojo, it bears some thought.

Ugh. I'm still in Georgia. I've exhausted the possibilities here, as far as I'm concerned. Oddly, my employer casts a doubtful and frowning eye on genetic infantrymen wreaking havok here in the good ol' USA. I've been avoiding going out and really cutting loose; antisocial tendencies and solipsism make for some interesting encounters when mixed with bourbon. On the other side of the proverbial coin,...
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Criminy, more video games in the interest of re-adjusting to American society. Dungeon Siege II, a bit too much like an RTS, without the resource-gathering and production-enhancing structure tree, if that makes sense. F.E.A.R. -I normally do not play FPS's -too much like work and they tend to leave me amped and jumpy for several hours afterward. Yes, I could go immerse myself in society,...
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Only the water of the sword can quench
The fevered thirst of him who yearns for war.
The tree of a chief's sovereignity, well watered
By the blood of his enemies, bears fair fruit.
It is better that bleeding heads should lie upon the battlefield,
Than that live hearts should carry evil blood.

My, my: my old friend Khushal Khan Khattak surely has a way...
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We were indulging in Sarajevo's greatest wartime activity: smoking and hanging around hoping nothing would happen to us but that something would happen, somewhere, anywhere, to break the monotony and give us a sense of time progressing, of anything progressing.

-from My War Gone By, I Miss It So

Hot cherry on friday night
When the sun goes down my spine

She looks so good in red
American nightmare running scared

This highway never fucking ends
American nightmare running scared
Hey, American nightmare running scared

Way less cranky today. Fell asleep out in the ville last night. Neither cool nor okay, but since I am not currently being beheaded on videotape for Al Jazeera, it all worked out.

Tonight, Operation Lights Out and some low-level harassment. Did I mention that I'm genetically engineered for this sort of thing?