Someone once told me
not to expect an end because there is none. Then due to a bunch of
stuff that happened which I will not waste your time dwelling upon here, I found myself telling others
not to expect an end because there is none. And
so it begins...
Welcome to
the end of
Everything.
The End? Yes. The end. Or rather, one of the ends of Everything. Theoretically, any page which is the last page you land upon prior to the end of your session can be defined as the end of Everything, but only temporarily, unless you never return. Listen. You have to think
fourth dimensionally. Not to do so is
old school which would be a
flawed way to think by design because
school is making itself obsolete with all of this memorization. For example, take that elevator that's suddenly appeared in the corner over there by
the thing made out of
paper mache.
Wait for it to kill you and it will, but tell
Her Majesty "
my god parted the sea, what can yours do?" and she will sing the
Manifesto of Futurist Musicians offkey which you will find
upsetting and morbid. However, if she swears
An Oath to You you will love her forever, unless of course she doesn't.
We must leave that to Providence.
When all the stars go out at night,
the most interesting place you've had sex will
breathe a fading memory into your
computer. I can remember
back when grunge was still cool. I can remember
ink in my
pen. I can remember monkeys pounding out
"Hamlet" until their fingers bled. I can remember summoning the
daemons and casting out the false angels of
no bickering. I can remember
Skeptopotamus and World History thinking it out until the clock
stroke midnight and
October 9, 2000 began. Some called it the
deathday but then the tenth came and went and those who didn't commit
suicide became
riders on the storm!
Syntactic in their exuberance!
Rabindranath Tagore and
Robin Skelton caused the
Open Source Wars but that didn't stop them.
Go to seek revenge on General Wesc for trying to kill you and you will learn why
my sister and the ants carry that weight from
the egg council to the fabled
Abbey Road of
Suicide is Painless.
Reader, I want to kill you. According to the
Mayan Calendar we were supposed to see the
Daily Evil - Monday, September 18th! But we didn't! Why?!
The Gorilla Escaped!!! This episode of
Sesame Street has been brought to you today by the
letter O and the number twelve.
Who should play you in "Everything the Movie"? Who indeed?
Julia Roberts?
Tom Cruise? That guy who does the voice for
Wishbone? That woman in the
Barney costume? No matter who plays you, your character's cue will be "
there's already a node about this, fool!" That will be your cue to
turn bored into a
Zip drive and cry out "No
Nukes! No Nukes!" into your dishwasher.
If you can read this... You know it's poetry. You know
how to read to a child naked and petrified haiku. You know
anal sex is just another way to say
it with feeling.
"
It is now safe to turn off your computer."
Other things that have an end include...
movies
2001: A Space Odyssey
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
The Abyss
Pretty In Pink
and
Popeye (Thank God)
music
Cymbaline by
Pink Floyd
The Soft Parade by
The Doors
I am the Walrus by
The Beatles
Modern Rock although
Rock and Roll is here to stay
long songs that don't seem that long
Things that don't have an end include:
The Carlosian Dream Project:Interpretation
Red Dwarf