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somebody's coming that hates us: better watch the art

Name:
I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte
Birthdate:
22 September
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LYRICS (to sum up):
Sometimes, I fear that the whole world is queer
sometimes, but always in vain
So I wait until we're sane
Wait until we're dressed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishman, going insane
-Bowie, 'Buddha of Suburbia'

THE RULES:

RULE NUMBER ONE!
This journal is fictive. Not everything you read here is true. Not everything you read here is even roman a clef. This journal is fiction. It is not true. It is lies. Falsehoods. Untruths. Foma. Malfeasances. Misrepresentations.

RULE NUMBER ONE SUBSET A!
The preceding statement is deliberately self-inclusive.

RULE NUMBER TWO!
Let me also remind you of the words of Mark Twain:
Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted;
persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished;
persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.


RULE NUMBER THREE!
If you're offended or wounded or hurt by something you read in this blog and you wish to comment and tell me that, that is perfectly okay. If you wish to comment and ask me to understand why it hurt you, that too is perfectly fine.
If you want me to pat you on the head and say I'm sorry your fucking pussy aches, that's not going to happen, so you should adapt your expectation set to include something that I like to call 'reality'.

RULE NUMBER FOUR!
If you hold an opinion that differs from my own, that is, of course, your right: however, I have a right to my opinion as well. If I am posting here about something that seems to be aimed at you, it is happening here because it seems less rude to me to do so OUT of your sandbox, and to afford you an opportunity at anonymity by not naming you-- and by not calling you on the carpet in your own livingroom.

RULE NUMBER FIVE!
If you wish to be in the spotlight, please go back to your own damn journal: this spotlight is mine, k thx.

RULE NUMBER SIX!
Ad hominem arguments are unwelcome here. If you spot me out doing one, please let me know; also, if I find you doing so, I will let you know.

Okay, that said, welcome aboard.
Meta-entry, from http://www.antispin.net/~martine/cgi-bin/insanity.cgi?colubra:
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Second Meta-entry:
I don't honestly need to divert attention but bigger it was sized up with the storyworld; re. I don't join. Seriously: the option of things in any free bookshelf space is no garlic: why: up doesn't exist; gave it this Morning. Hah: hah.

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