Be fruitful and multiply

Yeah, keep them germs coming...

The ignorance one has to cope with!!!

Is that what they mean by procreation in their weirdo Bible?!?

Those things are not just made against pregnancy, you know.

They might help with quite a lot of fancy things.

(Provided that their expiry date's still valid!)

ALL THINGS DULL AND UGLY

All things dull and ugly,

All creatures short and squat,

All things rude and nasty,

The Lord God made the lot.

Each little snake that poisons,

Each little wasp that stings,

He made their brutish venom,

He made their horrid wings.

All things sick and cancerous,

All evil great and small,

All things foul and dangerous,

The Lord God made them all.

Each nasty little hornet,

Each beastly little squid,

Who made the spikey urchin,

Who made the sharks, He did.

All things scabbed and ulcerous,

All pox both great and small,

Putrid, foul and gangrenous,

The Lord God made them all.

AMEN.

[Eric Idle]

Them uninvited crushes

They never tell you about that, when you subscribe for life...

It is so fucking hard!

And it HURTS!!!

And gets you confused.

And is not at all pleasant.

So there!

Work like you don't need the money,

Dance like no one is watching,

Sing like no one is listening,

Love like you've never been hurt

And live like its heaven on earth.

Oh well, as if...

Back to the real thing!

Forget the other guys...

No one tops Mr.Tumnus!

Not like I had nothing better to do but drool over movie blokes...

I do have hobbies. Sometimes. More or less.


Just that it was that stupid horrid final exam(!) now.
And I had to seek distraction. Loads of.

But I went. I really did go. Went in and wrote. My first final ever!
Sod the grade. Been there done that. I'll survive.
Up to the future.

Here I come. Haha!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GgvCKhxz-U&search=james%20mcavoy

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nt2I9vtyUr4&search=tumnus

http://jamesmcavoy.com/albums

Resume

Razors pain you
Rivers are damp
Acids stain you
And drugs cause cramp
Guns aren't lawful
Nooses give
Gas smells awful
You might as well live.

-- [Dorothy Parker]

Relativity Blues

There's no way back to fairy country

Once the spell is broken

Reality is settling in

And leaves no single token

No more dragons roar tonight

No more goblins roam the subsoil

Good and evil, wrong or right

Just a blurry stew in downboil

How can there be no rules no more

No universal truth or guideline

No goodness gauge for me to score

To make the blame and guilt decline

How come that simply wasn't true

ALL that I believed in

The faultiness that stuck like glue

The pain, the shame, the debt of sin

Well, everything is relative
So they say in factual land
Go and make the best of it
Drag yourself out of your quicksand
...and they leave me with no bearings

So, leave me, let the changeling be

Like no one ever came to rescue

When the fairies have all gone from me

What will stay is that the pain is true

Yes, I know it never was your fault

You just have your own perspective

Just my safeguard from assault

Wasn't that effective

Everything is relative
So that's true then, everyone
But what can I make of it
If I feel my life's undone
...where am I to find my bearings