Announcement

Mindless Self Indulgence - [Kill the Rock]--- GSU Philosphy on Friday, tomorrow. Be there, have a Damned good reasopn not to be there, or i will Fucking Cut You.

Rolling Stones - [Time Is On My Side]--- Probably not. But you won't get to see me, and have free pizza, all at once. Think about that.

Noon tomorrow. Ta.

Oh, and happy birthday to anastomosis. Ya old bastard. :)

labyrinth

Danger Doom - [El Chupa Nibre]--- GSU, GDS, Horizons. Combined to make one school, one labyrinth, one structure, with openings everywhere. People everywhere, from every section of my life. Tired. Being a student, a teacher, a headmaster. (Ego Likeness - [Water to the Dead]). People coming to visit me, and me showing them around the grounds, around the interior of the school, the class rooms, the halls, the classes in session, the vending machines that everyone knew. Driving home with alternately mech_angel, and my mother, with a cloud of funnelled wind, spiralling in the middle of the sky, no other clouds, no touch-down. There was a kid, rather large, almost enough to be considered fat, and he was somewhere between 13 and 25. He wanted nothing other than to argue and fight with me. He had a bat, and he was trying to hit me with it, unitl i took it away. I had my hands around his throat, and he kept trying to punch me, or access my pressure points, neither of which worked. (Ego Likeness - [The Map Is Not the Territory]). Someone else hit him with the bat, repeatedly, and we kept having a civil argument, while trying to kill each other. The only reason he stopped, was to tell someone that they were fucking up, in how they were holding the bat, while they were hitting him. I got everyone to dinner and to bed, and made my way through the labyrinth, to the car, then to home. The house was the house, from yesterday, and still part of the labyrinth. Still had to drive to it, to actually get to the over part.

Sections of Boy Scout camp grounds, and Country Campus.

Time for small foods, and then Phi on Fri.

I just have one question , from several sources:

Semi-Rhetorical, in that it needs an answer, but not from you: Where the FUCK is my evidence?