On Fucking Awesome One Liners XI

if you say beer can with a british accent, its the same as saying bacon with a jamaican accent


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On a Possible Application of String Theory

Alright so i just got off the bus and i hit up the library on campus, cause i had a sick idea that i wanted to share with you mother fuckers while i listening some of this here Anathallo cause they're pretty good, well this song, i dont know any of their other songs - oh and the idea,pretty cool i think.

So in string theory there are different dimensions with each having new values of information being added and subtracted as you go up and down the dimensions. this information is information you can percieve in that dimension. here in the 3rd dimension we can have length, width and depth.

so what would a 2d creature be like? ive been trying to figure this out, and today on the bus i had an idea!!!! what iff........plants were these 2d creatures? by that i mean creatures that can only percieve 2 dimensions. thats why they dont move anywhere cause they havent evolved any reason way to percieve depth. this also explains why most plants grow up, down, and thin leaves. im just putting that out there for you guys. i dont have very much to back it up aannnnddd i wanna go get my groceries.


do you realise what this means when plants let their seeds drop? what that like????? casting them away into this abyss with barely anything to protect them???? thats insane!!!! plants are now the most badass creatures on the planet imo. they grow up out of...what to them, is the most nothing of all nothingness. ooohhh shhiitttt. anyway, i was thinking of writing about some more stuff, but now im like fuck it, no friiiiillllls.

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So time has passed and i came up with another idea that i thought id shove into this. basically, what if songs are 2 dimension beings? we 3rd dimensional beings create songs out of random noises.....

On Good Will Hunting

Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well.

But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never met, never had no problem with, get killed.

Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, send in the Marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass.

And he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks.

Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And, of course, the oil companies used the skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon.

And they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic.

So now my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State.

So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president.

On Fucking Awesome One Liners X

I am the punishment of God...If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.

On Thought

i love how law = morality in the eyes of everyone. its a beautiful thing when people stop having a personal sense of justice and accept what is written as truth. rules or not, this type of thinking dominates us - truly shackled thought.

So today i was reading comments on youtube under a video i posted, and i realised somthing, exactly what i typed up there. Whatever happened to thinking for yourself? Evaluating information based on your own sense of truth, justice and morality? Im not talking about the conclusions you arrive at, but how you arrive at them. When did people start taking mental public transit? We are all, to some extent, chained in terms of thought. But who is more free? the person who is oppressed and knows it, or the one who has no idea?

How can i, as one person help people who are not free thinking, think for themselves? It's a very arrogant thing for me to say, but you must understand, im not saying that my conclusions are correct, im saying i arrived there under as much of my own power as possible. when i think about stuff, i step back and evaluate it based on my own character. Do any of you do that? If you're my friend, you do, but do any of YOU do that? Or do you just accept opinions, arguments and perspectives based on another figures thoughts? Seriously ask yourself that question and try to break free of the shackles tying you to the ground, raise your head to the clouds and see with clear vision all the beauty, truth and ideas of the world. see them for yourselves, not through the eyes, or mind of another.

I think it was einstein who said, never accept the words of anyone, not even me, if it doesnt agree with your OWN reasoning.

shit, we all have to do a lot better.

On FUCKING WITH AUTHORITY

I had never seen this before. its a video of a dude asking valid questions, however, not in the vein that questions are normally asked. however, he explained that he was prefacing his question, which is a form of argumentation and a strong form at that. then they cut his mic and then start to man handle him when he tries to continue making his statement and argument. you must understand, he asks the question, then states he has 2 more. does that give anyone the right to pwn this guy? no, fuck authority and all that bullshit. i feel like im a 1960s hippie teenager, but seriously!!! everything is such bullshit!!!! BULLSHIT!!!!!

On This Here Song For My Boy Jibs, The First, The Only, The Original Nuttah