I'm not usually in the habbit of posting jokes here, but this one struck me as very funny.

A truck driver was driving down the highway when he saw an elderly priest at the side of the road. He stopped to give him a ride. Further down the road the truck driver saw a lawyer along the side of the road and turned the truck on a direct course to hit him. Then he thought, "Wait, I have a priest in the truck, I can't run down that lawyer."

So at the last second the truck driver swerved to miss the lawyer. Although he thought he hadn't hit the lawyer, the truck driver still heard a thump outside of the truck. He looked in his mirror and saw the lawyer lying unconscious on the side of the road. Ashamed for what he had done, the truck driver turned to the priest and said, "I'm so sorry Father, I really tried to miss that lawyer."

The priest said, "Don't worry son, I got him with my door."

So KMFDM tonight. Ready to go. Voot.

Four and twenty deadbirds, they bleed upon the nest
There was no time for reason, they had no sign of a threat
Now it's too late, too late for me
This town will eventually take me
Too late, too late for me
This town will win

(spoken)
Through this fog they come along
Dark creatures singing a terrible song
The rest of the bar laughed at him
Only I felt my hope grow dim
They found him dead the very next day
"No more stories from him," I heard them say
We blamed bad luck for his fate
Only I felt terror so great

She and he will know
that someday all things will end

That misty night
That dismal moon
The dead search for their kin
While angels sing, in endless dark
The dead seek out sin
-Joe Romersa, Home Town

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Today's fun with German

Haschenmadchen

Bunny Girl

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You can't run from what you are
You can't hide all the pain
When you look through empty eyes
Night falls and the darkness remains

So I did the gesture of kindness I had considered. I hope it is well recieved.

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A long weekend a head, but looking forward to it. Going up to Erik's tomorrow, and going to just put the world out of my mind until the KMFDM show Saturday night. Got laundry to do, but other than that, I'm really looking forward to things this weekend. Stuff I should write, and a latin assignment I need to do. But yeah, its gonna be a good weekend.

The bastard Finally confesses.
Gary Leon Ridgway today admitted to being the Green River Killer, responsible for the deaths of 48 young women in the longest serial murder investigation in U.S. history.

Now, I have to clarify something here, so as not to be a hypocrite. This man killed almost 50 (probably more) women not for any reason, but because he could, and enjoyed it.

"My plan was I wanted to kill as many women I thought were prostitutes as I possibly could," he said. "I picked prostitutes as my victims because I hate most prostitutes and I did not want to pay them for sex. I also picked prostitutes for victims because they were easy to pick up without being noticed."

That disgusts me. Kill for food, kill for your mate, kill for your children, kill to protect yourself. Don't kill because you can. No animal kills because it can, and man as an animal should obey those laws of the natural order. Don't kill out of hate, or spite, or anger, or revenge. Don't kill for pleasure, or to cause your victim to suffer.

Man, is an animal. We are nothing more, dispite our brains, and technology. We are but an eyeblink of the earth, and we will be gone in just as short of a time.

My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?

.Strange

I woke up in the middle of a dream
surrounded by a million biological machines
but I think that they're all
breaking down

I dreamed last night of hunting a Great Old One, Yog-Sothoth, one of many hunters working towards the same goal. Some of us worked together, but only for a time. One of us would be the One who would kill it, and only one. Impressions of wandering through wood panneled coridors, an old house, Elizabethan style castle, searching for the Old One. It was in the house, somewhere.
I found it, and killed it, though I don't remember how. A yellow puddle of ooze was all that was left. I woke.

so I'm looking for a path that leads beyond this single node
the simple motivation makes my destiny unfold
the reign of these meat machines
growing old

Working, most of the day, on my specimen descriptions. Kangaroos and Wallabies, working on them today, getting the descriptions writen. Turning them in, tomorrow. The professor bitched me out over the last draft, but I just didn't find the problems he said he saw. I guess I'll have to see the results of what he does to this draft. I think he's getting annoyed with me, not sure why though.

(it's so strange to me - but it has to be)

Am I coming to be resented by the graduate students? The whole class? I can feel it, see it in their eyes. Is it just my paranoia, or am I really being that bad? I'm afraid of being seen as pretentious, but I only want to be seen as an intelectual equal by those who I am on par with.

I woke up in the middle of a scream
tearing down the walls of this implemented scene
the answer to a simple question
just out of reach

I want very much right now to do something nice for someone I know who has very little nice in their lives. But its not my place to do such a thing, nor should I really. A small token, something, anything, to see them smile again, like they did the other day. But I have to find a way to do it that doesnt get taken the wrong way, by anyone.
People shouldn't make themselves hurt like they do. There is enough pain already in the world, without inflicting more on yourself out of self loathing.

the smell of plastic wires still burning in my head
seductive siren calls of the ones who want me dead
information is the endless hunger that must be fed
I must be fed.

I got the Tickets today. KMFDM, on the Blood Moon, this weekend. I'm so eager, but I'm not building myself up for anything. No expectations, no plans, nothing. I'm just going to let the event happen, let it be how it is going to be. What happens happens.

(it takes me now for everything that I've got left to give - I'm so happy to give it away it's the reason I have to live)
Once, I gave selflessly to my beloved because I felt I had to. Now I give selflessly because I want to. And its better, its different, its wonderful. Sure, people suck, and I want to kill them for the hurt they cause others. I want to kill them for any number of reasons.

there's something strange happening to me
something is upgrading my biology
there's gonna be a change in the way that you see
and it's coming to a close because
it's happening to me.

I went looking for an answer, to how to make my love happy - and I know the only way I can do it is to try. So I will.

Today's fun with latin.

mortis portalis tackulatum

dead as a door nail

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