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The WhacksteR's Lair: October 2009
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Saturday, October 24, 2009. Living without the internet. Thursday, October 15, 2009. Chapter One: Blood and Dust. Jamiraquai looked up. The playground was empty. there were empty chocolate wrappers being blown around in the dusty noontime air. The wind made slightly howling noises and everything was so still and poised that the very air spoke of impending violent movement. The dust at his feet flew into the air blinding him and causing him to riase his arm to protect his face. Knife in hand, he stagg...
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The WhacksteR's Lair: April 2010
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010. The truth is not as simple as it sounds. Shooting from a 9mm. How many babies dead? How many retards completed the test? How many fools repented their flesh? Let down their people? How many leaders failed? How many theories abounded? How many houses burned? How many heroes fell? Questions have no answers. Questions just have more questions. And ultimately; faith. The truth is faith. Wednesday, April 21, 2010. Thats when the hallucinations had started. He initially started off han...
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The WhacksteR's Lair: May 2010
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Tuesday, May 25, 2010. The world is round and it keeps it's secrets, strongly away from those who cannot handle them. Science will speak and describe what it knows but we humans. We best remain silent. The pizzaria spoke of a blessing; anchovies, they said. eat. They are good for you, for insomnia. They are good for patients who can't cope with their mind's own side effects. The side effects of thought. That beat your eyelids open, awake, alert and then run away before you can see who knocked on your door.
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The WhacksteR's Lair: Faith
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010. The truth is not as simple as it sounds. Shooting from a 9mm. How many babies dead? How many retards completed the test? How many fools repented their flesh? Let down their people? How many leaders failed? How many theories abounded? How many houses burned? How many heroes fell? Questions have no answers. Questions just have more questions. And ultimately; faith. The truth is faith. You remind me of the naxal situation here. April 27, 2010 at 5:21 PM. Liked the poem =).
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The WhacksteR's Lair: December 2009
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Thursday, December 17, 2009. Riding a Bicycle Downhill. The metal is on and we are ready for our journey through time. Women should keep shut when men talk. How fundamental is that truth? Or is that simply a mark of respect? Even men should keep quiet when men talk. Other men that is. One should not interrupt, one should allow people to dig themselves into holes. Or dig themselves out. Can you hear your babies crying now? You are riding a bicycle downhill. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Blog Of Giblet.
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The WhacksteR's Lair: A Brother Wright
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Wednesday, August 4, 2010. Boy, some day you'll be a man. Girl, one day you'll be a gran. Unless you do not marry. So a spinster you will tarry. But in the long term we are all dead. So what if i have a price on my head? I will just keep running. And you will just keep running after me. For what more did i ever need but attention? Look at that bird flying high. I looked and i wondered. One day might i, oh might i? So then i made an aeroplane. But its not the same. I fell like a stone for a while.
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The WhacksteR's Lair: September 2009
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Saturday, September 26, 2009. What a strange long trip its been. Retrospective introspection. When i look back things seem strangely empty. So much more i could've done. So much more adventure to have had. I look back and wish i'd joined the army, wish i'd become a deep sea diver anything but this. Anything but to be stuck behind a desk. Tuesday, September 15, 2009. Once i did swell, with pride and my head full of achievement did tell; a tale of a proud man, right before he fell. once i too gave in t...
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The WhacksteR's Lair: March 2010
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Monday, March 15, 2010. There captain. sahib. It must be nice to pick up the pen and just start writing again. I was naive enough to think i'd outgrown it; this unstoppable urge to write. it didnt matter what i wrote, the point was that i wrote. But i was too naive to think that i was no longer naive. And now im back to being naive. Nothing much has changed. Oh but it has. But has it? I don't know. I think i have matured in certain ways don'tyouthink? Yes there; that way lies paranoia. In the desert ther...
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The WhacksteR's Lair: November 2009
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Friday, November 20, 2009. Blood and Dust, 3: Omdulgence. Welikala stretched luxuriously. The langur had been and gone in the night and his room was spotless. The golden light was shining in and was forming a mottled pattern on the Persian rug. The Cori was steaming in a mug on the bedside table. He took a sip. Quiet He opted for the Blooming Landscapes. He grinned ruefully, 'if anyone had told me i'd be bribing langurs three years ago i'd have told my mom they were crazy! He shook himself and set his ja...
