Sunday, December 31, 2006

Do It

As I see it, there are two types of people in this world: The Do-ers and the Think-ers. Do-ers do things. Thinkers think things.
Then there are the subtypes. The doing thinkers and the thinking doers.

Jaggendery and I are thinkers with the occaisional doing. Thinking doers.

We have flatmates now. Who always do things. They also think quite a bit. Doing thinkers they are.

But these are the lazy days. What good uis doing? No good. we have the upper hand. mayday.

At the end of the worl, there are two quw\estions: do you wish to do things feverishly staying alive despite all odds, write a story of survival that no-one will survive to read, or wiold you wish to sit under the sha de of a mexicsan succulenty tree, observing the choas asnd thinking: "We've done it."


Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Mooning
















I have an idefineable bad feeling. It feels like a feeling of doom. Mixed in with a dash of boredom and a trollop of general life malaise.

Things are quite peaceful. Too peaceful. Juggy and I are passive, probably due to the almost-full moon. At dark moon we always have a good old knees-up elbows flapping ass-squelching fight. But full moons make us flouride, like pacified, like full-of-pie-d.

Really, whats the point of doing anything, even suicide?




















I actually didn't know that there was such a thing as a Moon pie.