Neither Was He
And somewhere on this good boffo stretch of
coastline lay the house of this inconsolable man,
a man whom many regarded as being insane.
But this was only, as he would tell people, because he was.
One of the many many reasons why people thought
him insane was because of the peculiarity of his
house which, even in a land where most people's
houses were peculiar in one way or another, was
quite extreme in his peculiarness. His house was
called The Outside of the Asylum. His name was
simply John Watson, though he preferred to be
called - and some of his friends had now
reluctantly agreed to this - Wonko the Sane. In
his house were a number of strange things,
including a grey glass bowl with eight words
engraved upon it. We can talk of him much later on
- this is just an interlude to watch the sun go
down and to say that he was there watching it...
He had lost everything he cared for, and was now
simply waiting for the end of the world -
little realizing that it had already been and gone.
- Douglas Adams
Over the course of my experience as a mammal
I have devised theories about nature, philosophy,
politics, human emotion, and all sorts of other
crazy crap that makes little to no sense.
Now I share this with you.
One night, i decided to become a messiah.
Some say it was the drugs,
I say it was a calling from the Higher Power(s).
Wait, nevermind, it was drugs.
Note: What is finished so far was achieved
in one night. I haven't touched it since.
On my brief escapade in Alaska,
I became quite a little story writer.
But, much to my dismay, I now realize
that they all sucked terribly.
Click here to read a couple.
Miscellaneous, if that's what your into...My Theory about Naps (Doc)
Negative Affirmation (Doc)
