Michael, 16, England.
Not really paying attention, I guess it's good to bypass.

I enjoy playing music and reading books, I'm not a pseudo-sophisto I hope. Dislike people being convinced of their own superiority. Maybe the ants will rise up; show the plagiarists what for.
I'm being childish, sorry

23rd May 2012

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So, I’m about to watch Moby make some vegan pancakes with Berries, almost getting excited because, well it’s Moby, you know, and the advert before the video is for Mcdonalds, who are one of the worst offenders in factory farming, and, I don’t know, it’s just the general principal of the two combined that are ironic.

So, I’m about to watch Moby make some vegan pancakes with Berries, almost getting excited because, well it’s Moby, you know, and the advert before the video is for Mcdonalds, who are one of the worst offenders in factory farming, and, I don’t know, it’s just the general principal of the two combined that are ironic.

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23rd May 2012

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22nd May 2012

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21st May 2012

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21st May 2012

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21st May 2012

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I was reading The Shining last night and woke up to find a tiny wasp on my window pane. Sort of funny I suppose.
“He felt that he had unwittingly stuck his hand into The Great Wasps’ Nest of Life. As an image it stank. As a cameo of reality, he felt it was serviceable. He had stuck his hand through some rotted flashing in high summer and that hand and his whole arm had been consumed in holy, righteous fire, destroying conscious thought, making the concept of civilized behavior obsolete. Could you be expected to behave as a thinking human being when your hand was being impaled on red-hot darning needles? Could you be expected to live in the love of your nearest and dearest when the brown, furious cloud rose out of the hole in the fabric of things (the fabric you thought was so innocent) and arrowed straight at you? Could you be held responsible for your own actions as you ran crazily about on the sloping roof seventy feet above the ground, not knowing where you were going, not remembering that your panicky, stumbling feet could lead you crashing and blundering right over the rain gutter and down to your death on the concrete seventy feet below? Jack didn’t think you could. When you unwittingly stuck your hand into the wasps’ nest, you hadn’t made a covenant with the devil to give up your civilized self with its trappings of love and respect and honor. It just happened to you. Passively, with no say, you ceased to be a creature of the mind and became a creature of the nerve endings; from college-educated man to wailing ape in five easy seconds.”

I was reading The Shining last night and woke up to find a tiny wasp on my window pane. Sort of funny I suppose.
“He felt that he had unwittingly stuck his hand into The Great Wasps’ Nest of Life. As an image it stank. As a cameo of reality, he felt it was serviceable. He had stuck his hand through some rotted flashing in high summer and that hand and his whole arm had been consumed in holy, righteous fire, destroying conscious thought, making the concept of civilized behavior obsolete. Could you be expected to behave as a thinking human being when your hand was being impaled on red-hot darning needles? Could you be expected to live in the love of your nearest and dearest when the brown, furious cloud rose out of the hole in the fabric of things (the fabric you thought was so innocent) and arrowed straight at you? Could you be held responsible for your own actions as you ran crazily about on the sloping roof seventy feet above the ground, not knowing where you were going, not remembering that your panicky, stumbling feet could lead you crashing and blundering right over the rain gutter and down to your death on the concrete seventy feet below? Jack didn’t think you could. When you unwittingly stuck your hand into the wasps’ nest, you hadn’t made a covenant with the devil to give up your civilized self with its trappings of love and respect and honor. It just happened to you. Passively, with no say, you ceased to be a creature of the mind and became a creature of the nerve endings; from college-educated man to wailing ape in five easy seconds.”

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19th May 2012

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15th May 2012

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15th May 2012

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