A dream of spring onion.
I had a dream I was walking home in the late afternoon through the little backstreets from the station, past the numerous izakayas with their welcoming red lanterns, over the bridge under which some homelss dude was having a snooze and down the main street past the various eateries, adorned in flickering neon. I was carrying a sprig of spring onion. As the sun set, shining red through the smoggy haze of Osaka proper in the distance, a small flower bud sprouted from the tip and started to grow, eventually blossoming into a beautiful flower of myriad hues.
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What's with the Inidians?
What's with the Indians and their quest for "THE GREAT KNOWLEDGE"? Everything has to include some reference to "THE GREAT KNOWLEDGE". What is it? What's so great about it and why can't any of them seem to find it? Not a day goes by without one of my Indian students telling me about how he's studying English to get "THE GREAT KNOWLEDGE". Apparently it helps you get a job or something. Personally, I think it's something of a real world MacGuffin. Simply an empty plot device they use to give meaning to their lives, an unachievable goal that motivates them to keep going...to better themselves.
AND JUST WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT???!!!
I could do with a healthy shot of "THE GREAT KNOWLEDGE" myself.
Been a while...
Today I reached through space and time and encountered myself, and to myself I provided comfort, reassurance, and a sense of brotherhood and understanding. I told myself not to worry, that everything was going to be OK. And I knew it to be true, because it had ALREADY HAPPENED. I decended upon myself and obliterated the worry, stress and depression, replacing it with calm self-assurance. My work complete, I returned to the present, filled with warm satisfaction and the glow of self improvement.
I'd like to make an enquiry.
Ok, listen. There's two buttons, and you have to press one of them. No choice. You've got to.
One button will kill a million people in some 3rd world country.
The other button will kill your baby girl.
Q. So which one do you pick?
A. The blue one.
The Nintendo Wii and my disgust with fat gamers...
I don't usually blog about videogames, but there's something that's been giving me the absolute shits of late. You know what it is? I'll tell you. It's fat, unfit, sitting-on-a-fucking-couch-with-tubes-coming-out-of-me-so-I-don't-have-to-feed-myself gamers who are whinging like shortchanged whores that they're gonna have to actually MOVE when they play games on their Nintendo Wii. For FUCKS SAKES you fat whiney cunts get a FUCKING grip.
"AAaeewwhhh...I'm worried my arms will ache after playing for an hour...".
It's smaller than a fucking REMOTE CONTROL you numb nuts...it's not a fucking DUMBELL!
Fuckin' pisses me off. Lazy fucks.
Notes
sand dunes
sun
cutting shadow
a boy
the sea
waves
a brief glimpse of death
dark faces?
something greater than this
just beyond the horizon exists whatever you want to exist
at the moment of our death we wield the ultimate destructive power
a moment of clarity when we realize that there is something MORE
to die alone somewhere beautiful is a wonderful thing.
