I'm tired. I'm going to give this place a break for a while.
...Created 2011-06-28 15:45:52
Journal: Team America -------------------------------------------
Mood: Brain Fried Kim Jong II: Herro!
Gary Johnston: OK, a limosine that can fly. Now I have seen everything. Spottswoode: Really? Have you seen a man eat his own head? Gary Johnston: No. Spottswoode: So then, you haven't seen everything.
Spottswoode: From what I.N.T.E.L.L.I.G.N.C.E has gathered, it would be 9/11 times 100. Gary Johnston: 9/11 times a hundred? Jesus, that's... Spottswoode: Yes, 91,100. Chris: Basically, all the worst parts of the bible.
Kim Jong Il: Now you see, the new world is inevitable. Lisa: It's what? Kim Jong Il: Inevit - inevitable. Lisa: One more time? Kim Jong Il: Inevitable! Things are inevitably going to change! Goddamnit, open your fuckin' ears!
Lisa: Promise me you'll never die. Gary Johnston: You know I can't promise that. Lisa: If you did that, I would make love to you right now. Gary Johnston: I promise I'll never die.
Gary Johnston: We're dicks! We're reckless, arrogant, stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an asshole. Pussies don't like dicks, because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes: assholes that just want to shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can fuck an asshole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is: they fuck too much or fuck when it isn't appropriate - and it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes, pussies can be so full of shit that they become assholes themselves... because pussies are an inch and half away from ass holes. I don't know much about this crazy, crazy world, but I do know this: If you don't let us fuck this asshole, we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in shit!
It's funny how the world spins and yet I feel locked in place.
I can send out tendrils of myself, twine them through others and germinate them in the things that I've done and do and will do.
I wonder how far those roots will reach before they start to wither and die and curl back on themselves like the contracting fingers of a dead man.
I'd like to think there are parts of me which may have already reached their destination,
and that they have buried themselves deep, so even if forgotten they will continue to grow and I can finally stop reaching.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.