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26.8.06 ||
Help, I'm referencing Zappa!
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5.8.06 ||
And now for some silence
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Just when I got you hooked on the juiciness of my writing again, I have to go to Castle Toward, and thus serve you up only a week's silence. Enjoy.
-krring
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3.8.06 ||
The Dry Rot of Contentment
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Never own a lawnmower.
A lawnmower represents the completion of your life. It represents excess money and excess storage space, an expanse of lawn and the desire to keep it short, prim and under control. It is a device which is useful once every three or four months, which can always be borrowed by the neighbour or acquaintance unfortunate enough to have reached that sorry stage in their own life. Once you can think of no more urgent purchase than a lawnmower, you have reached the dull plain of contentment: a place you will probably enjoy in a flat, level way.
What's wrong with ridding yourself of that last little material need, you ask? Well, the problem is you haven't hammered at the shackles of materialism and discarded them - you have served your sentence and now you have the key; those shackles do not lie bruised and twisted in the ditch where they were detaining you, but lie as a relic in a drawer. The problem is, you will USE that lawnmower.
It is far better to keep that material hunger burning, because it is a thirst which keeps us valiantly shunning the tap and inventing the means to draw a trickle of water from our own source; it is a full bladder which makes us dance nervously rather than sitting on our arses. And the lawnmower leaves the tap on full blast, the urinal free for you to piss away your goals, your highs and your lows.
(PS. Yes, this is my return to the blog world. And what's more, with added capitals!)
-krring
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