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Epicurean Playthings: September 2007
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Sunday, September 30, 2007. Is you is or is you ain't my behbeh? If Tom and Jerry taught a generation of impressionable youngsters anything, it's that extreme violence is cyclical in nature and begets itself from within its own existence, much like the pheonix rising from the ash. Also that it's fucking hilarious. What is it about animated avatars of humanity causing each other extreme discomfort and pain that makes one chortle with delight? Shit I forgot the point I was trying to make.
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Epicurean Playthings: August 2007
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007. Did you know that wasps are carnivorous? The insect I mean, not the social class. Although I'm sure they are carnivorous as well. Seems every time you turn around there is yet another entity attempting to take a bite out of your ass, your checking account, or your time. Oh well, guess it's time to stock up on wasp spray. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Wherever we go, there we. wait. where the hell are we? Dawn E Pooh's Poetry Review. Living on the Corner of Dude and Catastrophe.
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Epicurean Playthings: Carnivorous organisms
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007. Did you know that wasps are carnivorous? The insect I mean, not the social class. Although I'm sure they are carnivorous as well. Seems every time you turn around there is yet another entity attempting to take a bite out of your ass, your checking account, or your time. Oh well, guess it's time to stock up on wasp spray. I like that - I need a lot of wasp spray right now, but the stores seem to be all out when I venture in to get it. September 7, 2007 at 7:21 PM.
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Epicurean Playthings: Is you is or is you ain't my behbeh?
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Sunday, September 30, 2007. Is you is or is you ain't my behbeh? If Tom and Jerry taught a generation of impressionable youngsters anything, it's that extreme violence is cyclical in nature and begets itself from within its own existence, much like the pheonix rising from the ash. Also that it's fucking hilarious. What is it about animated avatars of humanity causing each other extreme discomfort and pain that makes one chortle with delight? Shit I forgot the point I was trying to make.
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Epicurean Playthings: It's hard to believe I'm a nihilist.
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Friday, September 7, 2007. It's hard to believe I'm a nihilist. I had a long discussion last night and part of today about the belief structure of nihilism. Okay okay. it may have been somewhat shorter than I let on. Can a nihilist really believe that they are a nihilist, and if they don't believe they are a nihilist, does that in fact reinforce their status as a nihilist? Alright. on to a new topic. What about hedonism? Your comments about nihilism made me curious…wikipedia to the rescue! Its hard to be...
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Epicurean Playthings: I once met a man named Dave
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Monday, October 29, 2007. I once met a man named Dave. Who found a dead hooker in a cave. Feel free to finish the rest yourself. Why are dirty limericks such a neglected poetic event? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Wherever we go, there we. wait. where the hell are we? Dawn E Pooh's Poetry Review. Living on the Corner of Dude and Catastrophe. Psychadelic Sorbet Crusted Wagon Wheel Soybeans. I once met a man named Dave. View my complete profile.
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Epicurean Playthings: October 2007
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Monday, October 29, 2007. I once met a man named Dave. Who found a dead hooker in a cave. Feel free to finish the rest yourself. Why are dirty limericks such a neglected poetic event? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Wherever we go, there we. wait. where the hell are we? Dawn E Pooh's Poetry Review. Living on the Corner of Dude and Catastrophe. Psychadelic Sorbet Crusted Wagon Wheel Soybeans. I once met a man named Dave. View my complete profile.