Yes.

Another day, typical as any other, but there's a catch. Today is the only June 27, 2005 that will ever exist. In around 34 minutes, this day will be wiped clean, and open only to discussion by those who experienced it. There's nothing concrete, physical or even true about what is left of June 27 save that June 28 will soon follow. People are fools, our memory imperfect, our fingers imprecise, and tomorrow, oh sweet tomorrow, we celebrate the death of June 27. But we have to know there's nothing there.

To mark June 27 would be monitor the things that changed during that day. We acknowledge change in every way, in everything, it surrounds and shapes us. And because of this, and because we cannot fathom every particle that change has eroded, our record is imperfect. Without knowledge of the full extent of change, we cannot know what is constant. The sun still hangs in the air, but is it closer or farther, brighter or hotter? We don't know. And without any trace of any constant, history is deemed false, simply by omition.

Thus, June 27, I wish you a silent doom, that you may slip beneath us and around us, and disappear to nothing. The present demands your death. The present is your executioner. And the present isn't wrong. But this is.

i will swallow you.

oh andi born and i'm born and i'm born and i di and ie die, and i live and i ldie and its ally, iyt all fo you and me. loool

Words.

Man, a COMPLEX, mendacious, artful, and inscrutable animal,
 uncanny to the other animals by his artifice and sagacity,
 rather than by his strength, has invented the good conscience
 in order finally to enjoy his soul as something SIMPLE;
 and the whole of morality is a long, audacious falsification,
 by virtue of which generally enjoyment at the sight of the
 soul becomes possible. From this point of view there is
 perhaps much more in the conception of "art" than is
 generally believed.

-- Nietzsche

neighborhoods

Oh oh oh.

Time to wonder and time to dream of the amazement of nations. this is nothing of a lie. camels in kansas, losers in washington. firing klaxons, red and red, explosion. where have all the precious pearls gone? lost to forever, they disappear. pearls are false now, pearls are nothing. win cash, win money, win your retirement in the beautiful alps. climbing the erosion of centuries, you will find yourself. long among death, thats the snow that you seek. everybody will be there. correcting your lies and righting your mistakes. it will be unto heaven.

smog, nonexistant. air, free. water, free. life, free. cellphones will result in you getting eaten by a bear. nearly. unless you carry a gun. guns are allowed in heaven. thank god.

Judas: You are on your way to destruction.
Jesus: What you say?!
Judas: You have no chance to survive, make your time.