guess what, jagoffs? it doesn't bother me none if you ignore me. i've still got more for you:
how about another installment in our long-dormant continuing feature of blog entries found by random search?: a philosophical treatise entitled "where is the glory in forests?":
I know of not many humans who can deny the loveliness of a spring's day in the thick of a forest. But where is the glory in the forest? Whose hands crafted day and night to make this pcturesc scene so possible?...If the forests are unsufficient, where do we look to, to ponder and to be inspired? I stare towards the Skyline. The Skylines of glorious cities. There is true virtue within them. They also block out the sun with their height. They are arrayed in many colors and the ultimate beast lives within them. Not the beast of nut gathering, nor th beast of honey making. They do not hatch eggs. This beast is the beast of Commerce, of progress and of Capitalism.
so there you have it, bloom: worship not the beast of nut gathering.
either way, i prefer the director's cut:
I know of not many humans who can deny the loveliness of a spring's day in the thick of a forest. But where is the glory in the forest? Whose hands crafted day and night to make this picturesque scene so possible?...If the forests are insufficient, where do we look to, to ponder and to be inspired? I stare towards the Skyline:
"The beast is not the beast of nut gathering, nor of honey-making. This beast is the beast of hot sauce-filled oyster crackers."
Labels: blogs of glory
posted by the cold cowboy @ 5:37 PM
6 Comments:
What the hell has happened to you, cowboy? Aren't you supposed to be some kind of hard-workin' grad-guy? Where did you find this horse-hockey?
I wish I could manifest myself as a 15-year old, start a blog, and have access to the inanities and bullshoi that would spill forth like so many nuts from the beast-of-nut-gathering's nut-lined lair. It would be hilarious. Maybe not far removed from ryantheegoist.
grad school finished in april, dawg.
now i have a summer policy analysis desk job consisting largely of using excel functions to simultaneously blow your mind and totally discredit several current proposals for health care reform in the state of california.
but as you can see, mostly i just use blogger's random blog search and answer occasional peanut guy questions.
i'm thinking of reviving the brothsea of bovus, by the way. i believe it's my turn.
I'm seriously glad you mentioned that shit because i was just about give you a haranguing about all this free time you have to do things like peep ryantheegoist, when what you should be doing is getting your Ralph n' Socks on.
Hell yeah. let's get it going. If you want to start something new, I'm up for that, too.
sweet jesus, how did i miss this before?:
"Man pricks the sky with his glory. Verv says men are ships, and women are harbors. I say skyscrapers are the pricks of men of glory, and the sky is the endless cunt which those men try harder and harder to penetrate."
That is the most amazing thing I've ever read, and I don't think I'm kidding.
Cowboy: I was just re-reading The Ballad of Horace and Trixie--is the Jackblog banner currently graced by none other than Trixie himself? Trixie, beast of legend, dog with the face of a man?
you got it, chiles.
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