Semi-regular filthy-minded misogynist rants coupled with philosophical treastises into the nature or gender politics. Though I'm not always right, I'm very rarely wrong.
The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words.-Philip K.Dick
When you are born, you are crying and everyone around you is smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you are smiling and everyone around you is crying.--- Anon
I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use. - Galileo Galilei
The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.-- Horace Walpole
about me: Paul, 29, soon to be 30 year old male, wannabe writer, mixture of a couple races, living in Ypsilanti, Michigan.
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My dad, in a contemplative moment. I love this picture
congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything. You must be so proud
I am a Scorpio.
(Also known as "Scorpion")
My Horroscope starts like this: " Scorpios are highly dangerous, even at a distance. They cheat and lie, live for intrigue, and take pleasure in destroying. " (Read more | Find yours)
My Inner Hero - Rogue!
It's a good thing I use my powers for good and not evil, because quite frankly, I could get away with murder. I'm clever, tricky, and charming. I know how to make you laugh with one hand and pick your pocket with the other. Not that I'd ever DO that, of course...
So I was awakened at 8:00am on a frigging Saturday morning by my friend Dave, whom we call Lonesome Dave or, alternately, Plump Fiction. Lonesome cause he's the loneliest human being alive, a man of constant sorrow. Plump fiction cause he's a big man who is also a movie fan.
Anyway, he asked me what I was doing, I said I was going to the Tastefest, asked if he wanted to go, but he wouldn't, because it's in Detroit. Too many colored people around, he breaks out in hives.
The tastefest was amazing, I had:
1. Swordfish, Albacore, Salmon, and some other fishies. Wonderful!
2. Portobello Steak fries, which is just one big portobello mushroom chopped up, breaded and deep fried. I almost ejaculated upon the first bite.
3. Teriyaki Chicken on a stick! A stick people!
4. Gazpacho soup, a cold soup which is like a V-8 but not as salty. Only okay.
5. Cucumber soup, also served cold but with cucumbers in cream. Only okay.
6. Masumun, a creamy curry powder soup type mixture with potatoes, chickens, and onions. Tasty, but too spicy for me. Served over rice.
7. A harp ale beer, nice flavor but with a hoppy aftertaste. I actually threw some away!
8. Cinnamon roasted almonds!
All in all, I tasted a lot and spent about 25.00. I can't recommend it enough. I also bought a Detroit Magnet, and got a lot of cool postcards.
And my friend Andy died. Yes. I know this is the middle of the post. But just like real life, I didn't want to think about it for fears of tears. It doesn't seem real, though I cried for about an hour when I found out. I still haven't accepted it, and probably won't for a long time.
We ended up going to the bar, my dad, my brother, his girlfriend, (whom I bought a gift at the fest, a blue dolphin inscence thing cause she loves incense).
Eventually we ended up at Polish Village in Hamtramck, where I had meatballs and mashed potatoes, Kapusta (saurkraut), and some good bread. Oh and a Polish beer that was fantastic, called Lejzeska. So tasty.
My dad had my brother drive us in his 1940 Chrysler, which has no turn signals, seat belts, disc brakes, air conditioning, but is a beautiful car. People whistle and cheer when you drive by. I'll post a picture maybe.
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