I HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE I'LL DIE TOMORROW

so ill admire their feathers

Monday, November 07, 2005

1
a dead revolver has the capacity, but it doesn't react. there is always mechanical failure. bastard children and old ghosts become bullet.; a decrepit six shooter of dusty attics; a gun never to be trusted.
a failure of the weak, some guns
require fast hands, others are impossible.

2
something needs to happen with education, people.
life experience needs to equate with college credit.
hey!


ideas i come across perhaps are too big for me to realize. maybe i don't have the interest in said ideas, or maybe i am far too scatterbrained to realize any of this. the robot points to excessive drug abuse as the catalyst to said brain_failure.zip.

2 Comments:

At 22:09, Blogger that_robot said...

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At 17:48, Blogger fusselman's rabbit said...

you changed it, just like you said you would... hmm.

 

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