Sink Into the Manilla Mania

What is it? Remember when Faith No More uttered those words some 15 years ago? To some they are a reminder of the not-so-distant trend in combining rap with rock. I say it was unique, and only copy-crap came after it, but that topic is for the mission of another discussion. But then what is the mission of this? Well, nothing really, I just want to see if you remember that one time. The song is quite profound anyway, if you make it that way. I recently had a conversation with B.O.R.T. (I despise putting in all those periods), about moral absolutes and the like, and the idea of "being." I'm no philospher, but let's say Borty has a mastery of it, and leave it at that. And now, since I believe that things simply "are," and they are no more then that (lest we allow our faulty perceptions to make things have character and become tangible) we will discontinue this discussion. There is no reason to discuss unity and the like because it makes my tumor pulsate. And besides, Chuck Schuldiner of Death once said, "The philosopher - he knows so much about nothing at all..."

I have more chapters for illustration coming on the way. As I said, I have many more, with many more action. Many more action - just to emphasize. The previous post was simply a preview which I wrote seemingly many decades ago. I am also working on some other thing, namely getting this airtight (but clear) plastic bag off of my head. It's not so much that I running low on the air, but the hear is unbearable.

Finally, I would like to send my thanks out to everyone who recently sent me flowers. Listen, I appreciate these gestures greatly, and will accept further sorrow and/or congratulation type gifts with top-level enthusiasm. It's all gonna be okay... I tell myself continually. Yesterday I got my cuff links returned with the hopes that my shoes will soon follow. Goodnight.