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*Beats
head unconsciously from inability to be stable*
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(Ocelot,
get the car running.... O.O)
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Faith.
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| My faith
means much to me, as I am sure it does to others. It is what allows
most of humanity to continue. It gives us infallible hope that there
will be something for the time you have served on this great earth
of ours. |
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It
is the light at the end of the tunnel.
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| I wanted
to talk about His Holiness, and how he was banned from UN talks due
to pressure from the People's Republic of China. As I told one of
my own ranters from JSASANR, I wanted to talk about how much I loathe
Keanu Reeves for playing the part of Siddartha so horribly in the
film "Little Buddha." *bad karma* |
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But
this is supposed to be a simple piece. Fun, and without exaggeration.
^_^
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Trinity.
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| Of the three
main writers on my staff, I never understood how they were able to
pull off such wonderful rants whenever asked. I have come to rely
on them as the blind does to a seeing eye dog. What I lack in writing,
they fill. Whether it be about how much they hate each other, or how
much they love themselves, it always seems interesting. |
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And
a sense of perfection is achieved.
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| I also have
Dios who pulls my wayward ass out of every predicament by working
studiously on new graphics for not only my mailing list, but several
others as well. That is a moxy I may never have. Each part of the
staff is like a big piece of s Socialistic puzzle. The links, graphics,
main and rants. They all do their job and by some miracle of an unknown
force I eventually get my ass up and put it all together and send
it out. |
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Happy,
happy. Joy, joy.
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Mitzvah.
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| But knowing
me, it is hard to always be just simple and fun. My reach spans a
lifetime of journalism courses, and creative writing classes that
prove college does nothing for the youth of today, ...it only feeds
hopeful minds such as myself the impression that you ARE an artiste!
You are what David Helfgott is to a piano and a quart of scotch! You
are a possible Hemmingway sans the liver failure! |
| So here is
my mitzvah. In Hebrew: my good deed. I will write this as I only know
how, and only as I feel. As I would on my own ML, or as I would for
the Zettai's on the Utenas' page. |
| I will write
this as a generally pissed-off 20 something who knows not what she
sayeth, but sayeth for the benefit of sayeth-ing. |
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Enlightenment.
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| Sometimes
I feel sick and cranky. Like now. With another useless fucking surgery
tomorrow for something that may never go away, and with even more
tension building as the fall semester hides around the corner from
next Tuesday, I don't always feel silly or simple. I feel complex
and crude. Like a prickly Rubik's Cube. Trying to get one row to be
blue, and then bleeding to death in the process. |
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So
here is my enlightenment of the day: being simple is not that simple.
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Being
stupid is not the same as being funny.
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And
laser surgery = painkillers. (HEH)
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Exodus.
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| *Opens up
her dog-eared copy of the bible that she got from the nice people
at the Church Of Jesus Christ Of Later-Day Saints* |
| Exodus 4:
2-3 And the Lord said unto him, What is that in thine hand? And he
said, A rod. And he said, Cast it on the ground. And he cast it on
the ground, and it became a serpent; and Moses fled from before it.
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| Moral of
story? Snakes are scary, and the Bible has many typos, but it is a
great read next to Harry Potter books. |
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~ENDE~
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