Date: 30-November-2007, 11:40 Subj: Um... rambling. Filter:    Public Tags: musing

I have concluded that putting information out is the best defense for taking information in.

Taking information in is not so bad in and of itself, it's the quality filter today.

Someone eated it.
I hear her giggling.

A thought I had, yesterday, when the day was brighter, better, happier.

My eyes are watering, yo.
I cleared my throat just a minute ago.

Stop it! Just stop!
Die, aliens, die.

Thought. Yesterday.

I saw a movie, a B movie, reminiscent of a book...
Death Note. Reminded me of Death Note, but a B movie.

I thoroughly enjoyed this movie for the thought it made me think.

My writing, the creative kind, is like a B movie, an NC-17 rated B movie.
And I smiled at this thought, because I found it awesome, not derogatory in the least.
Gratuitous sex and violence. I love that stuff.
I fancy that I have a better flow of plot, but sometimes, I know I don't.
I plot around where I can put the sex and violence, but I love that stuff.
And I'm writing! For no one! I can put as much graphic deets in as I please.
And it pleases. Does it ever.

I never want to be published. Publishing requires review.
Review requires palatability.
May my work never be easily digested.
Okay, it's not that graphic or gratuitous. I exaggerate.
More than you know

But I like my sex scenes. They were the hardest thing ever for me to write when I left my christian past. My sex scenes, when I was 15 read like,
"and then they went to bed.

The next day..."

So precious! So cute! So full of innocence and naivety!

It's not porn these days, but the movie definitely can't show on cable until after 10pm.
Is that how long they wait these days?

I haven't written in much violence lately. Note to self: get back to killing soon.
But not this story. Nah, not this one.

The other hilarity is... I think ... I can't remember.
But I laugh, and that's good.

I laughed today, but at stupidity, and because I couldn't scream "ASS REAMING MORONS FROM SPACE!"

My co workers wouldn't get it.
Few would.
Few do.

Do you?

Things like that. They make me laugh. When I write them. Later read them.

I laugh.

Making my self laugh.
My true purpose in life.

So I get so ... Die. Bitch. Die. ...when I come across the unfunny, the irritating, the irate.
I want to laugh, but I huff and puff and...

Don't be angry, B.
Don't let the microscopic invaders of your temple win.

There is peace and love in the light.

That's it. Find the funny bone. Touch it... gently.

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