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Saturday, November 05, 2005
While my title make not make full sense to everyone who reads it off the bat, certain intellectuals may realise what significance of such a title means. It is a palindrome! However more gifted intellectuals would realise it is a very badly done palindrome, and the profound genius (only me) actually understands it is nothing more than a feeble effort at satisfying Blogger's increasingly exasperating demands for a title. I shall thus quote a man of prestige and stature to start off my second post in just as many days (Originality fails me in my hour of need), none other than the great Ozzy Osbourne - "I'm just a dreamer... I dream my life away" from his wellknown classic "Dreamer"... Why so? That being because I have yet again experienced a moment of higher transcendence - a moment of purity and bliss - a dream. To be more exact, a nightmare of some sorts (oxymoron I know but hell I'm rushing through this while still attempting to sound learned). This particular dream is not any less surreal than my highly enjoyable act of infidelity with a swedish beauty. This one took place in the midst of an unknown jungle on a seemingly deserted island with shadowy inhabitants. Yes, I must have fallen asleep recalling the last episode of "Lost" in the back of my expansive mind. On an island no bigger than the compound of my condominium and conveniently forested such that there were systematic square plots of land laid out (I'm not joking), the fact that the hopelessly stranded (composing me and many people I know) were in perpetual fear of the unknown ones left me in particular disbelief when I woke up. This disbelief was heightened by the fact, that someone, a total figment of my imagination, called Adam (He didn't reveal his name but he looked like an Adam), ended up making out with well, the girl... of my dreams (it sounds weird when I put it this way. If the girl I thus refer to, you know who you are, so ever stumbles across this, know that it was a dream, albeit a very strange one) at which point I awoke, startled, sweaty and having a deepfelt feeling to kill the first Adam (hell, the first person!) I came across. This could either mean two things - 1) I watch too much TV before bedtime, or 2) Someone called Adam is going to hurt me (either physically or emotionally according to some crackpot theory I furiously researched on the Internet). He almost already accomplished that. Must be quite some guy. *&!@#!&... Come to think of it, he did look like an "Albert" or "A...." TO THE BATMOBILE |
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highly confidential Martin Butler, or affectionally known to others as "Butler", "Butlerman", or just "Butt". -Most eligible bachelor of 2004-every year henceforth - step aside Mr.Clooney -Doesn't particularly enjoy much anymore having been desensitized as part of a cruel torturous regime a.k.a IB... -Dislikes everything he doesn't like... Nov 8th - Remember the date! MSN - butlerwantsu@hotmail.com (Add with caution) Archives
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