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My sister wants her camera back. Silly bitch.
Neurocam is not a culture jamming exercise.
Neurocam is a misdirection virus.
(Please note: Neurocam is not a misdirection virus.)
Here is a picture of Kate Beckinsale in “Underworld”:
“I’ll never age and I’ll never die/Unlike all the stars in the sky/I’ll be young forever.. know why?”
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What’s up dude?
Not me, apparently. But I’ll be aight. One day. Or dead. *shrugs* *sighs wistfully*
With the blah blah blahbidy blah, I was making a complex philosophistical observation on a phenomenon I like to call “the illusion of language”.
Language is an illusion, y’know. Words – not real. Have no fixed meaning. And yet we all behave as though they are and do. If we stopped doing this, our whole world would fall apart!!
Does my head in. Aren’t people funny etc.
What’s up wit’ you, Chesh?
Quit whining you little bitch…
See? No fixed meaning… 😛
Indeed, indeed. *strokes chin after a contemplative fashion*
I weren’t whinin’, I was blahing about the illusion of language. There’s no use whining about it, one simply has to blah blahdy blah blahbidy blah.
I suppose I was whining about the camera. I’m well pissed off about that. But it’s my blog of no fixed meaning and I’ll whine if I want to, whine if I want to, whine if I want to.
You would whine too if it blahbidy blah blah BLAH
Not so bad. A little achey.
I think language is real enough. Even living in a city where bad means good and safe mean dangerous… I don’t ‘get’ the rude-boys.
>Not so bad. A little achey.
That’ll be the hangover.
>I think language is real enough
That must be nice. It isn’t though, it was entirely made up by people. Official true fact.
>I don’t ‘get’ the rude-boys.
Me neither; in fact the only thing I know about them is that line from Sid & Nancy about “I’m not gonna be a punk no more.. I’m gonna be a rude boy… like my dad.” Is it to do with listening to ska, or something?