"Once, if I remember correctly,

my life was a banquet where every heart was open and every wine flowed free.

     One night, I sat Beauty on my knees. -- And I found her bitter. -- 

And I insulted her.

     I took up arms against justice.

      ....I lay down in the mud.  I dried myself in the air of crime.  

I played fine tricks on madness.

    And the springtime brought me the hideous laugh of the idiot."

Funny, Offensive?

Two things...

...that we need in our modern society:  X-treme Off-Road Greyhound racing, AND, Melancholy Endings after massages.

Hmm

Scary

....great, only to confirm my suspicion that things are way worse (and sinister) than we even realize:

http://www.commondreams.org/archive/2008/03/20/7798/

Going with the apocalyptic/monkey theme...

What do you mean no BTTF 4?

I love you, Kitchen Gun!

and

Bummer about BTTF 4

Could you tag that for me?

We had an amazing want for comfort that bent us toward total immersion in false documentation. We took our photographs with intent not to capture the moment for record—for memorization, for whiz-banging the minutes and seconds, or (surely) for art—but rather for petty show. You once said, “He’s like a dog, bringing me whatever he’s just got. Showing it off.” It’s true now even more. Look at us: documentation proceeding interaction; defining, destroying. We’re right in the thruway, standing straight in a zebra crosswalk, nodding and smiling at the traffic. It’s beautiful outside and dark in here at my computer. Who will save us from our recording?

Etcha-whatnow? (you might want to turn off the dumb sound)

Okay, sounds good

Just videos, no real communication.

Diebold Accidentally Leaks Results Of 2008 Election Early

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