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100 random thoughts for my 100th post!

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the first 25 ...
  1. what i wear ... or this ... or ... this
  2. i'm spacially challenged and directionally illiterate
  3. the war on drugs and the war on terror are both fabricated wars designed to carve public opinion and sway the balance of power
  4. cities everywhere should institute car-free sundays to incite people to activity and reduce fossil fuel emissions
  5. i sometimes wish i had a job where i could use my creativity
  6. i don't like to be touched
  7. i hate winnipeg
  8. i'm glad i no longer have a car
  9. i always wonder how much of the real human historical story we have missed out on, since history is typically written by the winners, who obliterate the losers from history's pages
  10. why do parents think biology entitles them to any respect?
  11. why do we think we need cell phones?
  12. when does the predator become the prey?
  13. our push botton society makes us impatient, indolent and imagination-less
  14. my gateway into the world of blogging was wch, whose blog i stumbled upon quite accidentally - i just happened to be watching the scrolling 'recently updated' list.
  15. it is where i found swiss ben, infini, and others, i'm sure
  16. it's where i first encountered the very kewl k9 for the first time in a sort of antagonistic way
  17. do you know what V-day is? why not?
  18. have you read or seen this book or play? do it!
  19. do you remember rotary dial telephones? television sets that only went up to channel 13? when most shows were broadcast in black and white?
  20. is george dubya bush REALLY that stupid? or is it all an act?
  21. don't you think this is an age of sanitization? do we hate reality so much that we pasteurisze it to meet our asthetic standards? did we all take the blue pill?
  22. should we see suicide as an act of cowardice? or as an act of such despair as to override the primordial survival instinct?
  23. what makes some people survivors and others victims?
  24. if you had one phone call and five minutes before you were about to die, who would you call and what would you say?
  25. scooby dooby doo, where are you?

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the second quarter ...
  1. why do we continue to accept 'because that's the way we've always done things,' as an excuse for the status quo?
  2. i lost my passport ... and my ipod nano (4 FUCK's SAKE!!!)
  3. ok. i didn't lose them ... i just forgot where i put 'em
  4. i can't sleep when its dark outside ... (quite inconvenient really)
  5. i think its some new ptsd thing ... *rolls eyes* ...
  6. my stuffed moose where's leather and chains ... (really)
  7. this underground lair is decorated thruout with stuffed animals - monkeys in the living room ... colourful snakes in the water closet ... and a stuffed pig that oinks in the kitchen
  8. (yes, i guess i need help or somethin' ... lol)
  9. i'm addicted to starbucks' mocha frappucinos
  10. i know how to mix heroine and crack rock for shooting up
  11. why do they give junkies really teeny tiny diabetic needles for shooting up?
  12. aren't they worthy of getting the proper needles?
  13. its not like if we don't give 'em the needle, they would stop ... so we are stupid NOT to give 'em the right stuff, yes?
  14. do you know that there are likely traces of cocaine on every bill in your billfold?
  15. for some reason, $5 bills are sorta popular for snorting ... why's that, i wonder?
  16. do you know that there's really no good reason why marijuana is illegal.
  17. really ...
  18. and do you know that many famous smart people in history were morphine addicts?
  19. like the dude who founded the john hopkins school of medicine, for instance ...
  20. why the hell did any americans vote for dubya? was that the day they spiked the water supply with LSD?
  21. i would look at that video tape of steven irwin, getting spiked in the heart with a stingray spine-barb, pulling it out and then dying.
  22. hey! at least i'm honest. death humbles and amazes me.
  23. i know its macabre to watch someone die ... to want to ... but, since i have watched so many people die its almost normal ...
  24. does that sound really de-ranged?
  25. well ... so what!
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the 3rd quarter ...
  1. we always quip uncle sam is watchin' us. (you know? a la big brother ... that orwellian concept?), but ... don't ya think uncle osama watchin' us also?
  2. is that new islamic assassination video game objectionable because its violent?
  3. or is it objectionable because the aim of the game is to kill dubya?
  4. now, considering the kind of film SHIT that the USA infects the world with each year, don't we think this conscienable objectioning is FUCKING HYPOCRISY???
  5. one in three people DONT' WASH THEIR HANDS AFTER THEIR VISIT TO THE LOO
  6. are you that one in three?
  7. did you know, while i'm on my soap box (har har ... see velvet's gotta sense of humour after all), did you know that the single most important and effective action to stop the spread of INFLUENZA ... or any infectious disease ... is HANDWASHING?!
  8. and no no no ... FORGET ABOUT THAT ALCOHOL BASED LOTION SHIT they try to seel you at walgreens, or wal-mart or shoppers drug mart.
  9. that alcohol based lotion just discourages people from washing hands
  10. it doesn't kill all the nasties like good ole fashioned soap and water does
  11. oh yeah, and don't be gullable enuf to believe that so called 'antibacterial' soap is any better, either
  12. its a fucking scam
  13. did you know that this antibacterial OBSESSION is responsible for the development and rapid evolution of the SUPERBUGS?
  14. you don't need that antibiotic for a fucking cold, you lug head!
  15. you can get lorem ipsum text here
  16. all those who are cruel to animals will be reincarnated in the next life as that which they abused/mistreated.
  17. i like to think that, anyhow.
  18. why are a few radical, extremist muslim wannabes expressing such hatred over something so stupid as a quote from some old german dude that lives in that fucking roman palace?
  19. why does the media highlight all the inflammatory garbage and hide the real stuff of life in islam .. in the world?
  20. are all you americans just gonna sit back and watch your government exploit 9/11 for political and personal gain?
  21. ain't it strange ... how rumsfeld and macnamara look alike?
  22. is that sort of like ... the devil can make himself appear in various forms?
  23. did you know the dude who invented coca cola was a morphine-addicted pharmacist on the prowl for something to cure his addiction?
  24. did you also know the original recipe contained cocaine?
  25. did you know that cocaine smells like acetone ... and feels like acetone surging thru you nasal passages?

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the final 25! (whew!)
  1. i found my ipod nano ... yeaaaay!
  2. see? it wasn't lost ... just mis-placed ... lol
  3. i have a bookshelf in my kitchen, right next to the fridge
  4. eccentric, perhaps?
  5. i gave into the webcam thing ... finally ... yup.
  6. i got an isight
  7. do you remember when there were NO answering machines? no atms?
  8. do you remember the days when you'd make a fone call and get a real live person on the other end ... WITHOUT the fucking voice mail hell?
  9. IKEA rulz, baby!
  10. one more reason to hate winnipeg -- no IKEA!
  11. and no rapid transit system! can you believe that?
  12. and do you know that there are people here ... FUCKING LOSERS ... who still don't recycle?
  13. who the fuck are these people? and why are they sharing the planet if they can't fucking maintain it?
  14. urgh ... its 7 degrees C here today ... for those of you who are not hip and kewl enuf to know metric ... i will just tell you that's effing cold. well, for this time of year it is.
  15. i am starting to like this empty nester thing ... it could work for me and lupin
  16. soon it will be time to hatch some sort of christmas ESCAPE plan
  17. god damn it ... I HATE CHRISTMAS ... it sucks ... it turns people into fucking retarded imbiciles!
  18. santa claus is a scum sucking freak ... why do we perpetuate such a stupid myth?
  19. here's a challenge for you christmas-obsessed consumeristic shopoholics:
  20. this year make christmas NON COMMERCIAL
  21. c'mon ... I DARE YOU ... i bet you don't have the balls to ... especially those of you with kids
  22. too bad ... coz that's what's turning this generation into a bunch of lazy, complacent, selfish and consumeristic pigs
  23. when's the last time you had a buy nothing day?
  24. do you make it a point to research (a little anyway) the companies whose products you buy?
  25. get into the culture jamming thing.
yaaaahoooooo ...!
i'm FINALLY done
these 100 random thoughts
for this 100th post.

now its time for some R&R ...

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exsanguinated ... on Monday, September 18, 2006 at 20:46 |

congrats on the 100th! confetti and balloons are falling; champagyne is pouring (damn - i didn't get champagyne for my 100th- hahaha!)

are the scribbles and scratches along the right side of the site your work?

intriguing.

flap/flap/swoooooosh!

Posted by Anonymous Anonymous | 18/9/06 23:22  

dear bird ... thanx so much for that. yep - 100. all in one place. quite a feat for yours truly!

yes about the scribbles and scratches - they are my work. i'm not a photoshop GOD like that DOG, but i'm workin' on it ...

:D

Posted by Blogger velvet acid tongue | 18/9/06 23:45  

/bark bark bark

this damn beta dont work half the time. i loved this post, laughed my head off a few times, nodded in agreement too sometimes. congratulations, you are a pro blogger. and BTW i entered thru WCH too in the same fluke way you did. it was fate baby.

/grrrrrrr

Posted by Blogger sparringK9 | 19/9/06 21:23  

fate indeed. i remember your entrance into wch's yard, my dear k9. :D

thanx about this post. it was sorta fun to write. i basically sat down and wrote 25 points at a sitting. you can probably tell that by the change in tone from quarter to quarter. and it really was just free association. no set theme or ideas in mind.

this post really does summarize roxanne/velvet and how i/we think.

its sorta trippy that i made it past 100 posts.

Posted by Blogger velvet acid tongue | 19/9/06 22:14  

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its all about ME

  • i'm roxanne, and this is velvet, the voice inside my head. and this -- this is her blog.
  • i'm that wild, passionate and unruly girl your mum warned you about

    i'm a maelstrom, a whirling dervish, a minx. i run from "same-ness" - i find it oppressive.

    change is good. change is necessary. life is change.

    if change scares you, if change intimidates you, if change makes you uncomfortable, then you're a BORE!

    this blog changes to reflect its continually evolving creator - moi.

    so ... adapt!

    you never know what you'll find when you get to velvet's place. that's the adventure of it all.

    this place continues to take shape, as velvet finds her voice in all this darkness.

    velvet rants, rages, throws the occasional hissy fit, launches the odd venomous tirade, and intellectually contemplates all the stuff of life, love, and soul

    its depressing, and enraging because the world burns and crumbles before our eyes. yet we sleep.

    we sleep. apathy, greed, power sit atop our eyelids like lead weights

    so, welcome to my world.

    i aim to pry your eyes open, to pry your mind open, to get you thinking outside the box, to shock you even.

    i ask the questions most choose to ignore. i think the thoughts most consider unthinkable. i'm alive. i'm awake. are you?

    hey -- WAKE UP!

  • fury wrapped in a daffodil, confused, undecided, wild child, indigo child, impatient, insomniac, rebellious, outspoken, artistic, restless, bored with routine, i love change, afraid of commitment, i work to live - not live to work, claustrophobic, perfectionist, odd and maybe downright wierd, anxious and maybe a l'il (ok, a lot) neurotic, dichotomous, a teensy bit vitrolic, prone to nastiness, a maverick and a cynic, highly intuitive, sensual, erotic, intense, spiritual -- NOT religious, a bitch, a wordsmith, poet, storyteller, addict, mother, caregiver, dog lover, voracious reader, Mac person, Coke drinker, cannibis appreciator, clean freak, prone to hissy fits, attitude - i got one, fav. colour: red, perfume: estee lauder pleasures exotic, voluptuous, afraid of falling asleep, afraid of the dark, hate being touched, still get flashbacks - PTSD, nite hawk, into fetishes, got a sadomasochistic streak in me
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      bell jar dreams

      tenderly,
      you held me in your arms,
      ripening
      my trembling alabaster fruit
      and savagely,
      you trampled me, underfoot
      as master of my shattered freedom
      you - the twisted and beautiful lord
      who sealed me in a windowless bell jar
      with anguish and solitude,
      as my only companions

      captor! my demented master!
      my withered soul screams for you
      it howls for the soothing barbs,
      hidden, in your voice
      and your frail, orgasmic vulnerability
      my withered soul screams your name,
      raging delicately,
      for the gaping hollows of my existence,
      which melted into yours:
      dessicated dreams,
      vanquished innocence

      this sick hunger in my heart for you -
      will it ever ebb?

      copyright ROXI G 2006


      your grace grotesquely crumbles

      your grace crumbled
      into grotesque flakes
      as your fingertips slashed
      my tender silken face
      with rage and vengence,
      that drench my frail child-spirit

      steeped in self-loathing,
      you infected me -
      impaled
      my gauzy soul
      on your poisoned barbs
      of hatred and lusty greed

      once, i loved you -
      worshipped you, adored you
      and darkness
      eviscerated my heart
      as i watched this adoration stream past
      your inert, stoney heart

      my trembling eyes splinter
      into a thousand tears
      when i look upon your face -
      my reflection - in the looking glass
      you, who deserted my child-trust -
      remain, achingly, ever present

      this dark riverbed of adoration
      that flowed in my viscera for you
      has dried up; my heart --
      which once glistened sublimely inside yours,
      now lies in eternal anguish:
      dessicated, petrified, searingly denuded

      your grace crumbles
      into grotesque flakes
      of grief, rage and greed,
      soaked in the brine of remorse
      you beg, like i did, for a morsel of mercy
      but -- i will STARVE you of forgiveness

      copyright ROXI G 2006

      wisdom

        "there's no way around grief and loss: you can dodge it all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out on the other side. the world you find there will never be the same as the world you left." (johnny cash)

        "i wore black because i liked it. i still do, and wearing it still means something to me. its still my symbol of rebellion - against a stagnant status quo, against our hypocritical houses of god, against people whose minds are closed to others' ideas." (johnny cash)

      poetry masters

        if only you would touch my heart
        if only you were to put your mouth
        to my heart
        if only you were to put your tongue
        like a red arrow
        there where my dusty heart is beating,
        if you were to blow on my heart
        near the sea, weeping,
        it would make a dark noise,
        like the drowsy sound of train wheels
        like the indecision of waters,
        like autumn in full leaf
        like blood,
        with a noise of damp flames
        burning the sky,
        with a sound like dreams
        or branches or the rain,
        or foghorns in some dismal port,
        if you were to blow on my heart
        near the sea, likea white ghost,
        in the spume of the wave,
        in the middle of the wind
        like a ghost unleashed,
        at the seashore, weeping.

        ... Pablo Neruda, from 'Bararole'



        By a route obscure and lonely,
        Haunted by ill angels only,
        Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
        On a black thrones reigns upright,
        i have reached these lands but newly
        From an ultimate dim Thule -
        From a wild wierd clime that lieth, sublime,
        Out of SPACE - out of TIME.

        ... Edgar Allan Poe, from 'Dream-Land'

      anais nin

        "and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

        “i do not like to be just one anais, whole, contained. as soon as someone defines me. i do as june does; i seek escape from the confinements of definition.”

        “i speak of relief, perhaps when i write; but it is also an engraving of pain, a tatooing of myself.”

        “we are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.”

        “life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. this is a kind of death.”

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