Kenny,
think both your readers may be interested in this.
As you know, I was up at the Scottish Parly back in October for a rather chilly rally.
There I was with my Union Jack and somehow it caught fire. Such an embarrassment!
Max

"Why you stuck up, half-witted, scruffy looking Nerf-herder!" Old Galactic Proverb. (Note: A Nerf-herder is a herder of nerfs.)


Serpents tempt you; merchants, gentlemen prevent you and always the carpet of your blood will stain this horizon.
Genially you will prevent the transgressions into your own life, blot out the pain and misery, and ignore the unwanted children clogging up the
This is the abortion song, the claim of right to your forgotten memories. The sad tales of heroism and heartache had only been forgotten because of shame and ill-kempt storyteller’s beer glasses crashing on the floor.
They wrapped you up tight in ships, sailing to
Some of you would preach to the stars like some entranced and enchanted political preacher. You were all your heroes, unparalleled and unconquerable. You were all your misfits rejected and repented.
It is the pulsing in your own subconscious, the Neolithic anger you maintain is your given right…
It survived, it seems, somehow… despite the conjecture of intellectuals. In spite of “what he meant to say was,” and “so I said.” Maybe someone should try to climb one of these hills, rather than constantly building new ones. Maybe someone should take the small hills and create a giant pyramid with an eye in it.

I also came across the Neuroboards (in a manner of speaking) and therefore the Subculture that surrounds Neurocam. It’s intriguing to see ordinary people doing astonishing things. There’s a subculture behaving like ill-trained spooks. I’m doing it because I genuinely enjoy exploring the internet’s various subcultures as a new land in which we all inhabit. I don’t know if these people do or not, but I’m intrigued by various characters therein: Chris Titan the mystical rebel, Teigan, the Neurocam Operative promoted and public, and all the little elves hanging around the boards…
“In the world I see - you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway… You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.” Tyler Durden – Fight Club (1999) – David Fincher (dir), Brad Pitt (Tyler Durden), Edward Norton (Jack / Narrator), Chuck Palahniuk (novel), Jim Uhls (screenplay)