Wednesday, February 28, 2007
He Blazes New Trails...but Lately Failed.
Liam, where hast thou gone?
Perhaps it`s condemnation of the blogosphere, perhaps we have committed acts of pestilent dystrophy against his beloved 'sphere. Whatever the reason is, dear friends, it is certain, the great one is displeased with some aspect of our behavior.
When he returns, he will bear bludgeons with which he will quash our meager lives into the nothingness which he knows them to be.
So Fear O my brothers! He will send the demonic spirits into our heads, spawning only the most meaningless posts...
And upon his return he will bring balance to the evils and save only the chosen few whose behavior and deeds he views as reasonable.
It was only an eon ago he destroyed Babylon, and sent his demonic Erra to quell the noisy humans whose lives he valued less than his own nail clippings. He then sent the four horsemen upon the world of the Christians, and destroyed their civilizations in one fell swoop. His greatest avatars sunk Atlantis, and spread nine plagues upon the Pagan peoples of Egypt. His hand waved power over the Huns to dominate the world in the middle ages, and Napoleon`s armies hundreds of years later.
From his pantheon beside the mattress he raised the Himalayas, gave culture to the backwards peoples ignorant of his desires, and spread his word across continents and oceans, expanding his power until the day prophesied to bring end to civilizations and peoples.
The day of judgment encroaches upon us, friends!
So please fellows, I beg of you, read his posts, and follow his way, for his return shall be the reckoning for which we were all born to witness.
May his kingdom reign eternal!
Just post you bastard.
The Bizz.
Perhaps it`s condemnation of the blogosphere, perhaps we have committed acts of pestilent dystrophy against his beloved 'sphere. Whatever the reason is, dear friends, it is certain, the great one is displeased with some aspect of our behavior.
When he returns, he will bear bludgeons with which he will quash our meager lives into the nothingness which he knows them to be.
So Fear O my brothers! He will send the demonic spirits into our heads, spawning only the most meaningless posts...
And upon his return he will bring balance to the evils and save only the chosen few whose behavior and deeds he views as reasonable.
It was only an eon ago he destroyed Babylon, and sent his demonic Erra to quell the noisy humans whose lives he valued less than his own nail clippings. He then sent the four horsemen upon the world of the Christians, and destroyed their civilizations in one fell swoop. His greatest avatars sunk Atlantis, and spread nine plagues upon the Pagan peoples of Egypt. His hand waved power over the Huns to dominate the world in the middle ages, and Napoleon`s armies hundreds of years later.
From his pantheon beside the mattress he raised the Himalayas, gave culture to the backwards peoples ignorant of his desires, and spread his word across continents and oceans, expanding his power until the day prophesied to bring end to civilizations and peoples.
The day of judgment encroaches upon us, friends!
So please fellows, I beg of you, read his posts, and follow his way, for his return shall be the reckoning for which we were all born to witness.
May his kingdom reign eternal!
Just post you bastard.
The Bizz.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
On Valentine`s Day....
I want to rock the way robots rock.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
A buildup of fat on my abdominal wall.
Hey all,
I can`t seem to type out a post in my WLU account that will stay...so I`ve decided to write a report of my GREAT FORTUNE here.
Well, I found a great wireless keyboard and mouse for about 18 dollars, and hooked them up (except the mouse, I hate the shape). So, I have this wireless keyboard, and as I`m sitting at my desk, on my uncomfortable chair, in the freezing cold world, I decide that I will challenge my elders and their teachings, and have my cake, and eat that warm, comfortable, padded cake too. I moved my bed right up to my computer desk, adjusted my resolution and font sizes to cater to my absolutely brutal eyesight, and I really haven`t left my bed since about 1030 last night. It`s been more than 12 hours.
Before my wonderful brainwave, I had been at the library, researching Keats's "Ode on a Grecian Urn" which is the topic of my essay for Poetry class. Whenever I`m at the library, I go out and find a book of poetry by this guy whose poetry I find at least 75% as witty as Charles Bukowski. In fact, in some cases, he has a little more to him. His name is John Ciardi, and he`s got a good style. The last book I pulled was called The Birds of Pompeii, and it had some really funny stuff in it. I particularly liked one called "Going to the Dogs".
But..alas, I had to return that.
I slept through my German class this morning, and sadly, I actually really wanted to go. I am regretful not for the scorn this will inevitably place on me by my prof, but for the fact that I missed my fucking German class.
Anthro is going about the same. My professor in that class is really not the greatest, so when I go, I am told (sometimes word for word, that was a funny day) what is in the textbook. I like learning about people, they`re fascinating, but one thing you`ll find about this person in particular, I`d prefer to read about them in my bed, and I can do that without going to class..not that that`s the greatest idea, but hell, she loves Joel and I, and frankly, whenever we go, she`s happy to see us.
Well, I`m going to sign off, I have to bounce and go to the last class worth it`s salt for the day: Poetry..
Blake (The Bizzle) Bilyea
I can`t seem to type out a post in my WLU account that will stay...so I`ve decided to write a report of my GREAT FORTUNE here.
Well, I found a great wireless keyboard and mouse for about 18 dollars, and hooked them up (except the mouse, I hate the shape). So, I have this wireless keyboard, and as I`m sitting at my desk, on my uncomfortable chair, in the freezing cold world, I decide that I will challenge my elders and their teachings, and have my cake, and eat that warm, comfortable, padded cake too. I moved my bed right up to my computer desk, adjusted my resolution and font sizes to cater to my absolutely brutal eyesight, and I really haven`t left my bed since about 1030 last night. It`s been more than 12 hours.
Before my wonderful brainwave, I had been at the library, researching Keats's "Ode on a Grecian Urn" which is the topic of my essay for Poetry class. Whenever I`m at the library, I go out and find a book of poetry by this guy whose poetry I find at least 75% as witty as Charles Bukowski. In fact, in some cases, he has a little more to him. His name is John Ciardi, and he`s got a good style. The last book I pulled was called The Birds of Pompeii, and it had some really funny stuff in it. I particularly liked one called "Going to the Dogs".
But..alas, I had to return that.
I slept through my German class this morning, and sadly, I actually really wanted to go. I am regretful not for the scorn this will inevitably place on me by my prof, but for the fact that I missed my fucking German class.
Anthro is going about the same. My professor in that class is really not the greatest, so when I go, I am told (sometimes word for word, that was a funny day) what is in the textbook. I like learning about people, they`re fascinating, but one thing you`ll find about this person in particular, I`d prefer to read about them in my bed, and I can do that without going to class..not that that`s the greatest idea, but hell, she loves Joel and I, and frankly, whenever we go, she`s happy to see us.
Well, I`m going to sign off, I have to bounce and go to the last class worth it`s salt for the day: Poetry..
Blake (The Bizzle) Bilyea
Friday, February 09, 2007
Si-Osire
So, I`m off in about ten minutes to write a Near Eastern Myth, Epic, and Poetry midterm that I know is going to be one of the worst hours of my life.
I need to leave this place soon.
Really really fucking soon.
Blake.
I need to leave this place soon.
Really really fucking soon.
Blake.
