Imago said:

Imago said:

1) It knaws at the roots of night, Dan. Chews and nips until the string drops anchor and sleep again, ironically, gives its wee taste of the endless infinite. It walks with me, stains me, fucks me. I can reciprocate - it has characteristics, I personalise it, humanise it, curse it, mock it, hate it, fear it - all to an equally obsessive degree.
However, without it, I might as well be a sandbag. It inspires me, riles me, enrages me, floods my veins with black outrage and flame. It makes me me, because death shapes us all, I think, in its mould. What would there be without urgency, if all life was forever? Life without terror? Without the juice to make a mark, to scream I WAS HERE to the indifferent apathy and disinterest of the millions of beautiful and unique minds and perceptions yet to come and leave this planet?
Eternal life would be the opposite of Eden. Death is God itself.

2)Well, this world is home to countless ridiculous cylindrical ironies, one of which being when a missing transitional species is discovered, some say it actually means there's two new gaps! We're paddling in Plaster of Paris. There's no point, to anything, ever. There will always be my definition of cunt determind to retard the collective conciousness of this species. The yin/yang asserting this form of reality seems set in stone, the balance always seems to reposition itself, like Earth's sunsign is Libra or something. Not that I believe any of that shite, of course. It's just a crap euphamism, like this reality probably is in the dreamlife of some form of conciousness we cannot comprehend in these flesh and blood ornaments, chained mundanely to the linear push and pull of spacetime.

3)Yes. I think any thinking person knows that. But this is obviously just the stabaliser or indoctrine period for digital storage technology, that much is pretty obvious. You'll soon have your entire conciousness - and many millions of others who have lived or died - ready to USB into your fucking brain or another body like a virus. You might be Mozart or Napoleon one day - or even a supernova or a cloud! Or if you wish at this time of year, a snowflake.
If we live in a 'reality' where everyone's special, then no-one is fucking special. I can't see any other outcome other than the one where we are fucked.

4)I do when I'm out and about, but not at home or work. I enjoy smoking socially, but don't quite see the point when I'm alone. I've honestly never been addicted, never got the urge, no cravings. Even when I smoked 120 a day, I never felt like a fag once.

5) The sea. The island of Arran. The tiny island of ailsa craig, which scottish myth suggests was formed when an angry Satan tore a mountain from the Scots mainland to toss at the Irish. I have no idea how they offended him, but it made it nowhere near. Obviously not as strong as he thinks he is. Until he invented the internet.

1) are you looking forward to Christmas day?


2) What does Auld Lang Syne mean?


4) What modern device do you rely on the most AFTER a computer?


5) What is the name of a female celebrity who you find to be attractive?


6) Can you swim?

Where do you shop for groceries?

What do you buy more than anything else when you go shopping.


David Bach speeks of a 'latte' factor which financially strains most people. In short, this means little items you buy each day (like a cup of coffee) which seems really harmless, but over the course of a year can add up to thousands of dollars. What item(s) constitutes your latte factor?


Where do you shop for books?


Do U have a membership at lotusflow3r.com. Be honest.

Lazarus! You cunt. I never even saw blackadder's new ones either though...gimmer a sec

BlackAdder7 said:

1) It's quite a bit away now (apologies), but no, not really. Speaking politically, morally and personally, it's a monstrous happening for emotionally retarded morons.

2) I guess the direct Scottish to English translation would be 'old long-since' or 'old long-ago', a bit like our equivalent to 'once upon a time'. However, no-one in Scotland has said the words 'auld lang syne' in common parlance since about the 16th century, excpet when they're singing the song/poem. I think it's a beautiful phrase, like most old scots dialect - which unfortunately is mostly dead as dust to most of modern McDonalds-munching porn addicts in this county.

3)

4) My body, of course. The earth has been spinning for billions of years.

5)Maw Broon.

6)Kind of. I swim like Mick Jagger dances, each limb to a different song. Children point and laugh while zooming past.

TheVoid said:

1) Asda mostly, where my mum used to take me shopping when I was wee. I remember her sticking me in the front of the trolly with my legs sticking through the front, and telling me not to ask for anything. I was a horrible child, apparently. I used to scream, cry and piss myself in that trolly until I got the new He-Man or Thundercats figure. It actually got to the point where my mum would tell me to 'hold on' to whatever my item of choice was until we got out of the shop. Yes, my mum introduced me to the hi-octane thrill of shoplifting. But we were poor as church mice in an elaborately constructed illuison of a fair democratic society, peering through the crack in a purely aspirational doorway of capitalist decadence where desperate faces are rubbed in opulence and the taste of whatcouldbe, so I now see her as a kind of Che Guevara figure. Hey, to take a wall down you have to start with one brick.
Nowadays, I actually aspire to Marks & Spencers, which as a working class lad with a bag of potatoes on my shoulder serves only to exacerbate my masochism. I hate every middleclass cunt in those aisles but the food is wonderful. I don't just 'hold on' to the stuff though. I pay my pieces of paper like every other mug.

2)I guess there more peas in a tin than most things. Or beans. Then there's lentils for my special winter soup. I'm sorry. The answer is New Scientist and Retro Gamer magazine when i should be buying food. I live on rice to read.

3)Good question and preamble. I guess the drip drip effect most shows itself in my finances when it comes to The Big Issue. It's a magazine homeless people sell in the UK to make a little money. I never read it, stories about tramps deficating in crisp pokes don't fire me up for the day. I guess I've spoent hundreds on that, but I don't give to any other charities. If I've helped even one homeless guy get a little bit more higher purity scag or an extra can of Special Brew, I'm happy to have helped.

4)I don't, can't afford them. Local newspaper editors in Scotland are paid in gratitude, fluff and all the stationary they can fit in your pockets. I go to the library. Libaries gave us power. By us I mean scum. And by scum I mean those who will rise one day and stick all your fat fucking heads on poles. I read a lot, my card's too hot to touch. About three or four books a week. And I don't mean Stephen fucking King. Although he is a creative genius.

5) I do! I actually got up at 4am to sign up as soon as it launched. I really don't think most of the retards here appreciate that Prince Nelson is an actual bona fide' genius living among us. I'm always excited to hear what he's doing. His energy is outrageous, he must feel like flesh among shadows. If his inspiration really is his religious beliefs, then I wish I was wired up a little differently. I wish I had something to believe in, sometimes.