Tuesday, October 24, 2006

"You are just jealous because the voices only talk to me."

Heh heh.

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Sunday, October 08, 2006

North Korea claimed on Monday that it has performed its first-ever nuclear weapons test.

"The nuclear test is a historic event that brought happiness to the (sic) our military and people. It will contribute to maintaining peace and stability in the Korean peninsula and surrounding region," KCNA said.

Heh heh heh. What was that last bit again? Didn't sound quite right...

'South Korean President Roh Moo-hyun has convened a meeting of security advisers over the issue...'

Waitaminnit...you were just talking about 'maintaining peace', right? Or did I hear you wrong? Oh I get it now - the security advisers meeting to plan how to threaten to make war, so that peace can be maintained...

"Meanwhile, South Korea's intelligence agency has detected a 3.58-magnitude seismic tremor, a foreign ministry spokesman said on Monday, following North Korea's announcement of a nuclear test..."

Ah yes, the aforementioned 'stability in the peninsula and surrounding region', no doubt.

Ha ha ha!
LMAO.

"However, US intelligence has said that they cannot confirm whether N Korea has conducted a nuclear test"

ROTFL!
????????????????
You have GOT to be kidding me...
ROTFL!


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Thursday, October 05, 2006

“You ask too many questions”, she said with a smile.
"What else is a seeker to do? Isn’t this the only way?" I asked.
“There you go, two more questions!” she said and laughed.

The lake was still. I thought of telling her it was like a sheet of glass, and then I thought better of it. I didn’t want her to think I could only speak in clichés.
It was like thoughts were flying by at the speed of light, yet I was able to reach out and just grab a few. She seemed to do it so effortlessly while I was still learning.

Suddenly, they all slowed down at once. I stretched out my left hand and grabbed one. It wriggled about a bit in my hand, and when I opened my tightly clenched fist to have a look, it glowed a deep brown. It reminded me of the earth I was sitting on. Almost irrationally, I worried about my new cream trousers. Were they getting dirty? And then I worried whether she realized I was worrying about something so inconsequential.

“What is this thought?” I asked her.
“Ummm…it looks heavy. Dark colours usually mean that they are about something interesting”.
“But isn’t all thought interesting? I mean, the very fact that we are able to think beyond hunger, territory and sex is an achievement in itself”, I said. “Therefore, all thought must be interesting. The question, I think, is : to whom?”

She just nodded, and broke into a half-grin. I wondered whether she thought I was talking through my hat. I was, of course, but it wouldn’t do for her to know that, would it?

“Now, you must hold it tight. But not too tight, otherwise its nuances will be lost on you. Let your body absorb it. Try to think of your hand as your mind, visualize it. It will be absorbed into you. I think your people call this process…mitosis?”
I tried to follow what she was saying, and through the gruesome images I was getting of my brain in my hand, pulsating, leaking blood, I managed to register her question and her error.

“Osmosis.”

I was still seeing my brain in my hand. The pulpy, undulating mass of tissue, with random streaks of red running through it, indicating the blood vessels that fed it. I saw the thought transform into a worm-like thing, and wriggle its way into my brain. It suddenly developed teeth and started gnawing at whatever it could find. As I watched, the teeth grew longer and sharper, and it started biting off larger and larger chunks. I casually wondered why I wasn’t feeling anything, apart from the feeling of needing to throw up. Then I remembered that the brain feels no pain, but much as I tried, I could not remember why that was.

With morbid fascination I watched the thing grow bigger and bigger. It was now so big that its movements made the whole mass wriggle and move. I smiled as I remembered Jim’s words that day, in the studio…was this it?

There’s a killer on the road
His brain is squirming like a toad...


I smiled again. I started feeling a bit lightheaded so I looked to my side. She seemed further away somehow, but I could hear her quite clearly as she said,

“Ah, yes. Osmosis.”


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