| Initiation or Commenceatory Launch, or Prefatory Soliloquy to Arphin's Journal. |
[Nov. 29th, 2003|09:56 pm]
Phinar
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This (silence those trumpets please!) is not a journal, but a conduit for mental excretion.
Brought to you by...
- Knajeskaya Vodka
- Abnormal Serotonin Levels
- Fundamental Skewedness of all Psychic Constructs
- Other occasional (but all too rare) psychoactive substances
- Despair (seated deep within the sacrum)
- The hours in which, according to De Selby, the darker ingredients of our atmosphere do congregate and conglomerate to form a veil of near-perfect blackness.
There is a Central Paradox to this enterprise, which mirrors that paradox of all social existence, that states that - I do not care a fig for you, but it is you who grant all things (figs, e.g., or caring) their Publicly Recognized Meaning. In other words. |
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