Date: 2008-01-10 00:43 Subject: i can't write anymore Security: Public

Dear Reader/s,

I can't write anymore. I have no subject matter and the notion of entertaining you with non sequitur rubbish tires me greatly. Too much today, too much.

"And there, I stood, holding it. The letting down of my many minions. The guilt of a thousand swans. The toothbrushes of Tokyo held firm in my palms and I let go a great cry, a cry to stop the nations in their stride. A cry to stop bird in flight.

'CHAOS GLASSES!!!'"


Good Lord!


Dahbie

Date: 2008-01-09 00:37 Subject: firing squad Security: Public

Dear Reader/s,

It came to my attention at around 4pm today that I, the highly skilled and ever so humble Dahbie, was no longer able to be hired at "Pancakes".

After many sads and cigarettes, a cup of coffee and the support of my two closest friends, Carys and Philip, I came to the conclusion that I got to live the dream. Pancakes is chitt. CHITT!!

That's my life, I guess!


Good Lord,


Dahbie

Date: 2008-01-08 00:33 Subject: too muchings food Security: Public

Dear Reader/s,

A riddle:

More food than you can scoff at, more plates than you can shift, my name it starts with 's' and my prices often shit.

Answer: Sizzler.

...and I ate too much. Seafood, seafood and caramel slice.

TOO MUCH!


Good Lord!

Dahbie

Date: 2008-01-07 21:46 Subject: hooters iscariot Security: Public

Dear Reader\s,

Food. Drink. Cigarette. Laughter and a fine range of flip up side winkers.

Needless to say!!




GOOD LORD!!!


Dahbie

Date: 2008-01-06 21:39 Subject: noisecore Security: Public Tags: noise, pudgy, solace

Dear Reader/s,

A whirring egg beater, a deceitful mosquito, peak hour traffic. All of these contain a powerful yet, more often than not, mind scraping quality. Noise. It is nearly impossible right now for me to vent my thoughts with the surrounding noise. Cats meowing, computers whirring, fans blowing, Boston Legal entertaining, advertisements piercing and conversation brewing.

I can't write today, but obviously I have proven myself wrong once more. Though, if there is one thing that you can learn from this, it is that everyone needs their place of solace, peace and tranquility. Without it, the world blurs and reality distorts. But too much, and your mind will be as a chocolate pudding to pudgy little Pudge Fatsworthy, and we wouldn't want that now, would we ladies and gentlemen?

Stay safe, and un-pudding-like.


Good Lord!


Dahbie

Date: 2008-01-05 23:59 Subject: defeatist beatitudes Security: Public

Dear reader/s,

Which one of you can tell me the true answer to success? Which one can actually say they have found the secret to success? Many "successful" people give steps, guides, speeches and sermons on the pathway to joy, happiness and financial glory, which of course is the only way life should be enjoyed in the excess of. Their lives should be only tales of the occasional pitfall but ultimately...TRUE SUCCESS AND BLISS.

My life has thus far given blisters, horrendous pay and and a bad headache most of the time, but it has also given me true riches. Friendships that I would not trade for any career, memories that I hope to cherish until the day I die and for that I am truly thankful.

Come with me, if you will, on this metaphorical trail through the descriptions of my emotions as they are presented to you and me through the magic of truetype font.

Imagine a tree, a large tree, a tree of many colours, branches, leaves, fruit and maybe even a bird or two. This tree sways quietly in the morning breeze, radiates during the brightest of days, and in the evening casts a shadow envied by the tallest of men. As the sun sets behind whatever the horizon holds in his mighty hand, darkness shrouds the tree, taking its luminescent glow and turning it to an ominous and somewhat frightening tower of doom.

The same tree that keeps a child cool in the day is the same tree that haunts the child at night , the wind knocking branches at their window and forming the most horrid of shadows. And, as the tree grows stronger with evil brooding might, the children scream, parents lying and saying that the shadows are only the tree, but really, the shadows are a warning.

"I will fly away soon, young ones", shrieks the tree, violently flailing its monstrous arms. The children cry all night, only resting when the sun begins to rise. As the family leaves for their day ahead, children to school, parents to work, the tree gets busy.

After breaking through the garage door lock, the tree steals a crowbar, a bedroll and some beer from the father's bar fridge. Walking casually through the streets, the tree spots a fine BMW to make his own. The tree hot wires the car and drives 300 kilometers before the tank runs out of fuel. The tree hops out and walks for 2 hours back to where he last saw a fuel station. There he meets a camel, a talking camel, and I'm not talking one of those darned cigarettes, I mean a humped, spitting and odorous camel.

The camel takes the tree and they fly away together, shading and spitting across the universe in their private space bubble, "The Blimpus Carapus".

That wraps up this brief but truly insightful journey through the metaphorical tale of my emotions. I hope you have learned a valuable lesson from it. And remember, when you meet a camel, don't be frightened if he asks for you to ride on his Blimpus, he is only being polite.

Good Lord,

Dahbie

Date: 2008-01-04 18:10 Subject: welcomed back Security: Public Tags: awesome, continuum, new year

Dear Reader/s,

It is completely obvious to me that I have to start a LiveJournal account again. During this journey through the space time continuum, from one year to the next (a grossly expensive, painful and time consuming process - no pun intended), it has come to my short attention that my thoughts, ideas, thoughts and ideas are going to waste.

Until now only my mind has graced the glistening, untouched pages of my irregular brain. For indeed, what brain has a page inside of it, let alone many that would be magically printed upon with a mind of pure brilliance? As fate would have it, mine, and now I can share with you the magic of the pages within.

I urge you, ladies and gentlemen, join me though my following LiveJournal entries as I share the most insightful and inspiring thoughts my mind has ever conjured.


Good Lord!


Dahbie