Journal Journal: Whereabouts
Normally, I'm not here, dah-links. Normally, I'm elsewhere. Usually on twitter or fb. And yes, I'm bettiwettiwoo there too. Bien sûr.
Normally, I'm not here, dah-links. Normally, I'm elsewhere. Usually on twitter or fb. And yes, I'm bettiwettiwoo there too. Bien sûr.
In case you wondering why Santa didn't show up at your house this year.
(While wishing all of you a Happy New Year &c!)
From all of me to all of you: A very Merry Christmas
The 7 Commandments All Video Games Should Obey.
From
#4, Thou shalt make killing fun: 'Gordon, the whole world has been taken over by a race of malevolent aliens. All of humanity is depending on you. Here's a goddamned crowbar.'
Whether you read it or not.
I am, of course, revising my opinion of your appreciation of V.
I came across a quotation from D.H. Lawrence:
'I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.'
And it struck me that the overwhelming burden for (some) suicidal people isn't, perhaps, life itself, but the knowledge of our dying.
Without life, Biology itself would be impossible.