To answer the questions on what books I'm reading on existentialism right now, I just grabbed pretty much the entire Sartre section from the library..and some book by a a relatively unknown philosopher whose name escapes me...the name of the book is "The Existential Experience" though...he basically just recaps everything the greats have already said, but he does it well.
But yeah...not too interesting, eh?
Last night my roommate and I did another one of our insane tape recordings...this time the topic was "men suck", and we managed to take up an entire side of a tape without realizing it. We even called the free local telephone personals and recorded the sleaziest guys' voice messages as evidence to support our argument. Unfortunately, while I was on the "chat line" looking for slimeballs, like 20 of them sent request for live chats, and I got scared when one of them seemed all about licking my asshole. When they say those lines offer the friendliest people in Richmond, they don't lie! But that's a little bit tooooo friendly for me.
I also spent a good chunk of the night watching Raquel use the "paint" function on the computer to desecrate jpegs of this guy (Count Erik with a "K" we call him). She gave him fangs, a snout, hooves, red eyes...pretty much everything but antlers, and wrote the words "pig", "jerk-off", and "bastard" beside the pictures. Big black X's were drawn over his...er...junk. Evidently, he sucks, although I don't know him all that well. During our "men suck" taping last night, she blurted out "I'm not a blow job machine!". Apparently Count Erik with a "K" isn't as gung ho about giving as he is about getting.
Shame on him. Shame.
Well, I only have 5 minutes before they kick my sorry no-phone-bill-paying ass out of the library, so till next time, ciao............
But yeah...not too interesting, eh?
Last night my roommate and I did another one of our insane tape recordings...this time the topic was "men suck", and we managed to take up an entire side of a tape without realizing it. We even called the free local telephone personals and recorded the sleaziest guys' voice messages as evidence to support our argument. Unfortunately, while I was on the "chat line" looking for slimeballs, like 20 of them sent request for live chats, and I got scared when one of them seemed all about licking my asshole. When they say those lines offer the friendliest people in Richmond, they don't lie! But that's a little bit tooooo friendly for me.
I also spent a good chunk of the night watching Raquel use the "paint" function on the computer to desecrate jpegs of this guy (Count Erik with a "K" we call him). She gave him fangs, a snout, hooves, red eyes...pretty much everything but antlers, and wrote the words "pig", "jerk-off", and "bastard" beside the pictures. Big black X's were drawn over his...er...junk. Evidently, he sucks, although I don't know him all that well. During our "men suck" taping last night, she blurted out "I'm not a blow job machine!". Apparently Count Erik with a "K" isn't as gung ho about giving as he is about getting.
Shame on him. Shame.
Well, I only have 5 minutes before they kick my sorry no-phone-bill-paying ass out of the library, so till next time, ciao............
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fenris23:
H'mn I'm reading Colin Wilson. He calls his "school" evolutionary existentialism. I'm also reading Thomas Pynchon. I think he is influenced by the existentialists... and the Gnostics if my University Library can be believed.
sarcastro:
I am reading Jamie Farr's tale of trial and courage entitled "Just Farr Laughs". Its an inspiration and a call to arms.