Spooky Stole My Noodle
scanning the floor for leftover appendages.


Thursday, August 28, 2003  

Out of the way of the fast approaching holocaust, Spooky (quoted here out of context, utterly) has spoke such words as I've no choice but to expungulate here:


Perhaps it's time to put our efforts into something productive. Or maybe it's just time to stop and find something new to explore. Have Blogs killed the webchat? All that insular introspection? A parade of one's innards to a gallery of nobody? A personal broadcast that doesn't even fall on deaf ears? If you shout "ME ME ME" in the woods and there's no-one there to hear it, are you still a self-centred egotistical bastard?


I don't know if I know what any of this means, but I feel certain that I'd be remiss if I didn't allow these words to grace these pages, even if he won't put them here himself. I am confident these are words of pure genius, and I'm simply trying to step out of the way of the light being cast.

Look there, the shadow of my foaming shelf.

posted by Kingo Sleemer | 4:16 PM
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