Disclaimers (The OTHER Human Invention)
I am a deeply superficial person.
Andy Warhol
And so this is the part where I have to explain myself ("Why two blogs?! You mean one wasn't enough!?" Simmer down, Fido. You're frothing at the mouth). I needed another one because my other side wanted one ( Him, my imaginary midget friends, and my other personality called Santa Lucia.). Kidding ( I think). I guess I didn't want to dilute the other blog's aura (The thought which I tend to entertain every now and then). The Devil's Little Helper blog's for my dark musings (also known as pretentious literary trash) and this one's for my evil one (Sorry Mom. You tried to raise me well but failed. Don't worry though. It's not your fault. The credit's all mine.). No good side though so there goes me having a Dear Abbie section here (But who's to say she had noble intentions... all those royalties coming in I'm sure kept encouraging her "positively"...). Plus, I get to keep a diary (Which I've always secretly wanted but couldn't go through due to the Herculean effort of having to use a pencil for a straight five minutes-- Poor me. I just tire so easily.). I guess this would be the cesspool with which I can keep dumping the dregs my mental crane too often brings up from the deep end of my cranial cavity. A near accepted manner of pissing and moaning about everything has got to be this generation's highlight. Talk about milestones, eh? Who cares about penicillin? I got me a blog and a shady understanding of Free Speech and Democracy. Talk about Weapons of War.
So now, where was I again? Oh yes. My disclaimer. I call this The Reluctant Blog ("Ta-daa...") because I wanted to poke fun at my supposed hesitation in setting (even) one up. I wanted to play coy, you see, and what better way than to pooh-pooh all the nice things a blog could do for my mental instability (I'm serious... ). It's great therapy I hear. And with that clause in hand, I'm sure people will pardon the things I keep saying (Oh Happy Day. The fun just never stops, does it?). Morals, I'm sure, were invented by the Evil People to trick the weak ones into thinking it will play into their favor. Funny why it has so many loopholes but, hey, whatever floats your boat (By the way, I think it's sprung another leak...).
Ho well. There's always the next evolution (Unless God's sprung on us this horrible joke. Now that's NOT funny. Ha ha ha.).
Andy Warhol
And so this is the part where I have to explain myself ("Why two blogs?! You mean one wasn't enough!?" Simmer down, Fido. You're frothing at the mouth). I needed another one because my other side wanted one ( Him, my imaginary midget friends, and my other personality called Santa Lucia.). Kidding ( I think). I guess I didn't want to dilute the other blog's aura (The thought which I tend to entertain every now and then). The Devil's Little Helper blog's for my dark musings (also known as pretentious literary trash) and this one's for my evil one (Sorry Mom. You tried to raise me well but failed. Don't worry though. It's not your fault. The credit's all mine.). No good side though so there goes me having a Dear Abbie section here (But who's to say she had noble intentions... all those royalties coming in I'm sure kept encouraging her "positively"...). Plus, I get to keep a diary (Which I've always secretly wanted but couldn't go through due to the Herculean effort of having to use a pencil for a straight five minutes-- Poor me. I just tire so easily.). I guess this would be the cesspool with which I can keep dumping the dregs my mental crane too often brings up from the deep end of my cranial cavity. A near accepted manner of pissing and moaning about everything has got to be this generation's highlight. Talk about milestones, eh? Who cares about penicillin? I got me a blog and a shady understanding of Free Speech and Democracy. Talk about Weapons of War.
So now, where was I again? Oh yes. My disclaimer. I call this The Reluctant Blog ("Ta-daa...") because I wanted to poke fun at my supposed hesitation in setting (even) one up. I wanted to play coy, you see, and what better way than to pooh-pooh all the nice things a blog could do for my mental instability (I'm serious... ). It's great therapy I hear. And with that clause in hand, I'm sure people will pardon the things I keep saying (Oh Happy Day. The fun just never stops, does it?). Morals, I'm sure, were invented by the Evil People to trick the weak ones into thinking it will play into their favor. Funny why it has so many loopholes but, hey, whatever floats your boat (By the way, I think it's sprung another leak...).
Ho well. There's always the next evolution (Unless God's sprung on us this horrible joke. Now that's NOT funny. Ha ha ha.).
posted by The Devil's Little Helper | 2:41 AM
5 Comments:
Dear Abbie,
Were you Santa Lucia when you were happy and sappy beyond recognition? I guess not since you said Santa Lucia is the evil one, then, who the F-C-U-K was that? Bloody heaven (why do they always use hell?), don't tell me you're personality's multiplying like gremlins or liiiiiiikkkkkeeeeee those Gaaaaaaayyyyyssssss in Malateeeeeee (screaming and increasing as the night becomes deeeeeeeepeeeeeeeeer). Oh well, whoever that was, just don't bring him back; he made me feel uncomfortable. Believe me, it was harder to deal with him.
PS
Have I ever met Santa Lucia?
with all my black hole(my heart),
Devil's advocate's advocate (my other self – I’m just tooooooo creative eh?)
And I'm increasingly becoming stupid, spot the error. Shit, I need to leave this place. It's killing me. Man, I feel so small... Dear abbie, I need your help.
Santa Lucia used to my friend's Aunt Fanny who died in a terrible cuisinart accident. Now she continues to haunt my days dressed in L. L. Bean, espadrilles, and a really bad dye job.
eeeekkkkk...
So am I. Spot the (t)error.
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