"I feel like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger, a man on the move, and just sick enough to be totally confident."
Damn straight. What's in the cards? Who knows, who knows, but I'm going to swing low sweet chariot and let it ride, let it ride.
Its going to be a long hard summer.. all my friends are graduating and leavin. Making me sad and jealous simultanously. But "fuck you!" to life I say.. because your sweet ass is all mine. Mine!
I'm not currently re-writing my mental software for nought... we shall overcome.
I have lucked out on some used purchases lately : Devo's "Q: Are We Not Men?" and a book on Dario Argento and one on George Romero. God bless giallo.
Be careful.. next time you meet me I might be a 33rd level adept, black belt, or zen yo-yo master (along with Autrix
).
I'm also slowly returning from my sloveningly habits back into a fashionista.
Every morning, the samurai of fifty or sixty years ago would bathe, shave their foreheads, put lotion in their hair, cut their fingernails and toenails rubbing them with pumice and then with wood sorrel, and without fail pay attention to their personal appearance. It goes without saying that their armor in general was kept free of rust, that it was dusted, shined, and arranged.
Although it seems that taking special care of one's appearance is similiar to showiness, it is nothing akin to elegance. Even if you are aware you may be struck down today and are firmly resolved to an inevitable death, if you are slain with an unseemly appearance, you will show your lack of precious resolve, will be despised by your enemy, and will appear unclean. For this reason it is said that both old and young should take care of their appearance.
"That what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."
Damn straight. What's in the cards? Who knows, who knows, but I'm going to swing low sweet chariot and let it ride, let it ride.
Its going to be a long hard summer.. all my friends are graduating and leavin. Making me sad and jealous simultanously. But "fuck you!" to life I say.. because your sweet ass is all mine. Mine!
I'm not currently re-writing my mental software for nought... we shall overcome.
I have lucked out on some used purchases lately : Devo's "Q: Are We Not Men?" and a book on Dario Argento and one on George Romero. God bless giallo.
Be careful.. next time you meet me I might be a 33rd level adept, black belt, or zen yo-yo master (along with Autrix
).
I'm also slowly returning from my sloveningly habits back into a fashionista.
Every morning, the samurai of fifty or sixty years ago would bathe, shave their foreheads, put lotion in their hair, cut their fingernails and toenails rubbing them with pumice and then with wood sorrel, and without fail pay attention to their personal appearance. It goes without saying that their armor in general was kept free of rust, that it was dusted, shined, and arranged.
Although it seems that taking special care of one's appearance is similiar to showiness, it is nothing akin to elegance. Even if you are aware you may be struck down today and are firmly resolved to an inevitable death, if you are slain with an unseemly appearance, you will show your lack of precious resolve, will be despised by your enemy, and will appear unclean. For this reason it is said that both old and young should take care of their appearance.
"That what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."
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oryx:
$20 on the last one.
atrasties:
It's only a few days away, are you ready to let fly in some grand debaucherous pageant of lust and villainy?