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and then our exile

Tuesday, July 06, 2004 at 9:02 a.m.

Oh, and--i think i should put this here, because i know some who lurk here are raising eyebrows now and then. So: humours are "unique". In my quest for fascism (facetiousism) i back myself into corners, or go too far, or am too self-deprecatory that people misunderstand, or rakishly sarcastic, which manytimes gets misinterpreted--for example, if i intend at poking one thing but it looks like i'm ridiculing another, people back off. Sarcasm and irony are gifts of God and are to be relished, treated as such, but irony itself seems to parallel my life. i think what i meant to say got obfuscated there, but hm. Anyhow, this is Disclaimer, and reasonings on this will become clear with time.

On a more serious note, James and i start a revolution. Who's coming?
Stephen Dedalus says: bootlegging ideas
Stephen Dedalus says: we can be like the Capones of blogalog land
Stephen Dedalus says: or a real collective and wear robes and run a farm
last saskatchewan mercenary says: haha
Stephen Dedalus says: my mom is an agricultural economist she can do our finances
last saskatchewan mercenary says: my robes are black with silver trim
last saskatchewan mercenary says: we can raise Mexican burros
Stephen Dedalus says: my robe will be all colours badly put together with a red hat
last saskatchewan mercenary says: and we ride out on midnight raids
Stephen Dedalus says: a toque
Stephen Dedalus says: very much so
Stephen Dedalus says: but we ride donkeys
last saskatchewan mercenary says: burning the nearest settlements and proclaiming "all hail the mighty sombero"
Stephen Dedalus says: ohhh yeah that;s good
Stephen Dedalus says: but we should only burn derelict abandoned buildings
last saskatchewan mercenary says: yes on donkeys... that's true, because we're also philanthropic.
Stephen Dedalus says: yeah
last saskatchewan mercenary says: if your mother's an agricultural economist--she'll sort through our loot
last saskatchewan mercenary says: we can auction some of it off, and build children's hospitals
Stephen Dedalus says: we should give money to museums and stuff and make them name wings "Capitalism is the devil." "Fat Cats of Bourgeoisie eat kittens" et al
last saskatchewan mercenary says: definately. i am comrade komarovsky
last saskatchewan mercenary says: who are you?
Stephen Dedalus says: Captain Lolo
last saskatchewan mercenary says: a reincarnated komarovsky, he's come back from the urals repentant
last saskatchewan mercenary says: what does captain lolo eat?
Stephen Dedalus says: there are three people in the world who will recognise Capt. Lolo, I am one, the other two are of the oulde stompin grounds...Lolo was king of icuckoo and a cheap ripoff of the king of psycholand
Stephen Dedalus says: he eats porridge of course
last saskatchewan mercenary says: i had porridge this morning
last saskatchewan mercenary says: or, red river cereal
Stephen Dedalus says: it's good innit
last saskatchewan mercenary says: all the way, oulde chap.
last saskatchewan mercenary says: chappie

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