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i took a trip! read about it here.
evidence of my lame yuppie side on my (gasp!) house blog here.
I’m going to go to bed now, and if, at 6:11 this morning, while I am peacefully asleep in my bed, the world should happen to end, I can live with that, safe in the knowledge that I tried to guide my life by this simple principle. Goodnight.
(Source: riceivore, via markslaughterisperfection)
Insane Clown Posse released their pre-apocalyptic follow up the the Miracles video: It’s All Over. This shit is wild and keeps getting wilder and wilder as the song goes on…
EXPLOSIONS! you know, if the prophecy is correct, and the world does end, climbing to the roof of yr house, gettin’ all “jesus christ pose” and singing “it’s all over!!” sounds like a legit way to go.
Drunk NYU students are shouting on the sidewalk below my 2nd story apartment and I can’t sleep. Lost in thoughts of rapture and cults and the playdough that is the human brain. I’m still here, meaning I’m too far gone or I was right. In truth, probably both. You can turn a man into almost anything as long as it abides by the feed/fight/fuck circuitry of life. You give a man a purpose and he’s yours. It would seem. Lotta men hanging their heads tonight. Men who maxed credit cards, quit jobs, left wives, cast shame onto those not following suit. Lotta men starting over tomorrow. There’s thought based on experience, logic, reason. Then there’s religion.
I must have missed this memo.
(Thanks Rianna)
This is the billboard I’ve been talking about. Fun fact, these lunatics have saved up enough money that not only are they blanketing the US with them, but they’ve also managed to put some up around Montreal, in French.* Because, you know, people in this godless city… care?
Anyways, the one main problem with this is that no one can give me a TIME when this is supposed to happen, and the reason that matters is because I plan on having a little apocalypse shindig chez moi, and I would appreciate knowing when exactly everyone should gather on the patio and watch all of Montreal’s 10 believers float up to the sky…
*Don’t believe me? There’s one of those rotate-y ones on the corner of René-Lévesque & Crescent, opposite the VA building.
