seekers milieu
Wednesday, 31 May 2006
there's a lot
a lot more to brown's hypotheticalizations. well, of course, that.. is.. er.. fiction. so what can we expect? the women thing is very, apt. quaint, one would even say so. an appeal to gender based sympathy. as if commerce is running for barangay captain or congressman. so he succeeded. gender grounded sympathy and all that. well thanks to holy blood and holy grail, brown's got to write a bestseller and he must have hoped to be a hit at the office box, but it was a flop, they say. nonetheless, jesus is still my man, despite danny boy brownie. he's a truly powerful figure. he inspired the crusades, no less. him and his ilk. the masons will not be here -- perhaps -- just perhaps. the essenes will be a mere page in history. josephus' version of history and even the holy qur'an will have no value, if not for jesus, mary and the rest of the gang. there's both meat and broth in the story of christ, too bad, there were the romans. there is good in every revolution, bad in all means of dirty, sharky takeovers. like the romans did to jesus' jerusalem. no one will now care to say, jesus did not die in the cross, because he lived --- survived that ordeal. that he was taken to a safe place and went on to inspire the revolt against the infidel, paganic romans. until the last stand at massada where he and thousands of others got killed, finally. yet to attribute so many words and continuously to fakery and untruth to the rising from the dead and making a huge distortion out of how the lord lived his life and saw his death, its the apex of demagoguery, pagan dilletantism and debauchery. and that is how life is lived in these parts. the dilletantes are the idiots, the turkey strutting you-would-think-are-the-sosyelites, are harebrained nincompoops mouthing this and that precept as if it was their birthright. beyond their beliefs, the behavior we see is expected of our poor maleducated brethren. after all, they are grounded in the wrong way. it's a case of the device walking all over and making all that ruckus because it was programmed to get power at 105-125 v but the roman and spaniard psyche engineers snuck the jock into a 250-550 v socket. sister good soul, you are right to say your piece. in the end, like dan brownie writes, it is better not merely to see history but be part of it like. hmmm... i wonder at all if it's ever going to happen to me?
Sunday, 28 May 2006
bummer
so hot! the weather creates shortlived mutations in my little universe. sometime during after midnight, i was all alone at mein haus. then i got this little spasmic feeling next to my navel. then a gurgle of some sort. did my spleen, or liver, or kidney just hemorrhage? nggiiiiiiii!!! scary, scary. (then a driver tells me, sir, meron din po ako nyan minsan. hangin lang pala, dighay ka lang ng dighay! or ut...! mwehe eh he eh he eh he!!!) my eyes can't open easily in the morning. i can't see the front, sides and over and under me. i'm getting dry eye syndrome? yikes!!! my tonsils or pharynx i guess by now are the size of a huge squash. i can't swallow properly. what have i been eating recently? aber daw... someone told me, don't bother about the weather. it's just you're withering. hmmm. shut up! (i thought to myself)
i'd like to hate my friend, but...
when we were small, we played around with them. now as grown ups, if we don't contemplate the toy version, they're deadly, lethal and dangerous. that's what guns are. my friend just opened up a biz to facilitate exec protection, etcetera, etcetera. that includes facilitating purchasing, licensing and granting permits to guns. yaaaaah! seriously, he said, someone out there might just be needing it. just bring them to me, she said. ouch! anyway, that message is strictl for all of you gun lovers only!!!
