You will need:
2 fucking fuckers
2.3 fucked fucks
6 fucked fuckers
1 fuck
1. Fuck the fucking fuckers with all the fucked fucks. Fuck until fucking fucked.
2. When the fucking fuckers are fucked, fuck them with fucked fuckers – then fucking fuck them while fucking the fuck. The fuck should be fucked, with fucking fuck on the fucked fuck-fucker. Fuck, then fuck again.
3. Fuck the fuckers. If not fucked, fuck until fucking fucked. Once fucked, fuck them with a fucking fuck, fucking each fuck-fucker like a fucked fucker fucks fucking fucks.
4. The fuck should be fucking fucked. Fuck it, fuck the fucking fuckers and fuck it all until fucking fucked to fuck.
5. Fuck until fucked.
6. Fuck!
"Let's keep the Jesus H. Christ in Christmas!"
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
About the title...
Frozen and Disintegrating Particles of the Past.
A thought becomes a memory as soon as it exists, and memories begin to corrode as soon as they exist. We try to freeze them into words, but words erode and are distorted in the blizzard of context and subjective realities. In the kaleidoscope of the mental archives, they decay into motes of dust dancing in the light of recent experience. And always, always, always, they fade and disappear.
What you are looking at is an arrangement of data-particles: captured images of the ever-shifting patterns that arise in Mind. These are subject to the same decay as all other words, and as soon as they are written, are part of the past.
I hope they have some meaning to the flickering and temporary patterns you think of as yourself, my reader.
A thought becomes a memory as soon as it exists, and memories begin to corrode as soon as they exist. We try to freeze them into words, but words erode and are distorted in the blizzard of context and subjective realities. In the kaleidoscope of the mental archives, they decay into motes of dust dancing in the light of recent experience. And always, always, always, they fade and disappear.
What you are looking at is an arrangement of data-particles: captured images of the ever-shifting patterns that arise in Mind. These are subject to the same decay as all other words, and as soon as they are written, are part of the past.
I hope they have some meaning to the flickering and temporary patterns you think of as yourself, my reader.
Monday, November 22, 2004
Quertovich uber alles
In editing some of the little musings below before posting them, I realized I've been more timid than necessary. I keep forgetting that I don't exist. What I mean is that I'm writing as Quertovich Zebrowski, and Quertovich Zebrowski doesn't exist - and therefore has no need to be reasonable. I, Zebrowski, exist to be all the things my more timid creator is not, at least in public forums; rude, obscene, cruel, witty, drug-addled, and blessed with a full head of hair.
I'm a complex person, there's no doubt about it. I'm not just a whiskey-sipping blonde party boy, though some have portrayed me that way, and it's sometimes been true. I have intellectual and literary ambitions of my own; I was created to speak for the negative and materialist impulses of my creator, but I'm influenced by his spiritual and optimistic side, too. He thought he could keep all that for himself, but like I said, it's complex. We need each other to be ourselves.
I feel his influence all the time - mostly as restrictions - but the time has come for me to speak for myself. If I'm not allowed to vent my cruelty on these pages, I'll only become more dangerous. I'll take it out on his friends and loved ones. The fact is that I've created him just as much as he's created me. (Isn't it always that way with creators and creations?) If I exist to give life to everything he won't allow himself to be, then he is only what I cannot or will not be. Of course it's not so clear (it's complex, I told you!): there is a lot of interplay, a lot of exchanging of ideas back and forth, and a lot of grey between the black and white. We are intellectual siamese twins joined by the grey area in our grey matter. Greyness is all well and good, but it's really more his department. I prefer the extremes of infinite black and lightning-white, where the excitement, the controversy and the provocation are.
I'm not going to deny that this is shared space. And really, I wouldn't have it any other way, since we are friends as well as rivals. But I am putting it here, in writing, that I will make my presence known. If he slips in some reasonable, reflective and probably boring posts, that's okay. But I will be heard on this page. It's got my name and face on it, after all.
I'm a complex person, there's no doubt about it. I'm not just a whiskey-sipping blonde party boy, though some have portrayed me that way, and it's sometimes been true. I have intellectual and literary ambitions of my own; I was created to speak for the negative and materialist impulses of my creator, but I'm influenced by his spiritual and optimistic side, too. He thought he could keep all that for himself, but like I said, it's complex. We need each other to be ourselves.
I feel his influence all the time - mostly as restrictions - but the time has come for me to speak for myself. If I'm not allowed to vent my cruelty on these pages, I'll only become more dangerous. I'll take it out on his friends and loved ones. The fact is that I've created him just as much as he's created me. (Isn't it always that way with creators and creations?) If I exist to give life to everything he won't allow himself to be, then he is only what I cannot or will not be. Of course it's not so clear (it's complex, I told you!): there is a lot of interplay, a lot of exchanging of ideas back and forth, and a lot of grey between the black and white. We are intellectual siamese twins joined by the grey area in our grey matter. Greyness is all well and good, but it's really more his department. I prefer the extremes of infinite black and lightning-white, where the excitement, the controversy and the provocation are.
I'm not going to deny that this is shared space. And really, I wouldn't have it any other way, since we are friends as well as rivals. But I am putting it here, in writing, that I will make my presence known. If he slips in some reasonable, reflective and probably boring posts, that's okay. But I will be heard on this page. It's got my name and face on it, after all.
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