A Distorted Reality.

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If, as I take it to be based upon my reading of Fused, this is a direct quote: I am fucking appalled. The [...]

It worries me that this was sponsored by the organisation which is going to do something which may (though probably will not) bring the end of man in an orgy of strangelets and mini-black holes.

‘Well, nothing lasts forever. The permanence of nothing is guaranteed: we are born, we consume, we die - the only universal truth; the only infallible transience. Sure there are the perks inbetween the three, of course: we’d all just end life prematurely if we know the true sumtotal of our existence. We’d have nothing to [...]

I weighed myself this morning.
9 stone 8 pounds. I actually yelped with delight. I also remeasured myself: 6 feet, 1 inch.
Current BMI of 17.7.
I am almost there.

I can’t believe that, if only in three months, I’ve never written about Sylvia Plath as being one of my favourite writers. By contrast, I’m pretty sure that I’ve whored Chuck Klosterman to death. As a poet, she was fucking unrelenting: there are only certain people who can allude to the Holocaust casually and get [...]

So yes: my iPod arrived; and no: I’m not disappointed with it. I love it, I really do: it allows me to listen to all of my music one one device, something that the other two never could. Being honest, that was the only reason for the change. In the past, I had always spouted [...]

I am always looking for a better deal, more features, whatever: my most succinct abbreviation would probably be the age-old statement of a desire of ‘more-for-less’. Free-market competition does have it perks, it would seem: I have changed hosts often just for the thought of a more beneficial business arrangement. I’ve been with (for A [...]

It hurts to always have to be honest with the one that you love.
Jesse Lacey, you are a god.

…and fifty-three hours of entrancing music.’
I’m wasting my time so far this holiday: I need to do something productive. No, more than that: I need to do something to improve myself; to further myself. I need to write; I need to read: I need to push myself mentally. I also need distracting from certain future [...]

Your article about Mr. Dialysis has become legendary.
This article gave Starve in Heaven its first real exposure. What a petty way to do it.