John Fitzpatrick. About New China, the Koreas, Myanmar, Thailand, and also about Japanese and Chinese writers and poets. The main emphasis is on North Asia and the political tectonics of this very important, powerful, and many-peopled area.
Tuesday, 14 August 2018
No one has ever not died, so it is best to be practical about euthanasia...which simply means having a trump card in the pack dealt...and playing it when you choose to. I don't see it as a right or as a moral thing. It's just a human thing. A day or two afterwards, no one cares anyway. Its up to you. No one has never not died. It is as natural as taking a breath, or not taking a breath for 3 minutes.
Friday, 10 August 2018
girls
Once I was infatuated with this beautiful lady who had a bit of OCD in that she had the cereal boxes in the cupboard lined up in alphabetical order and knew the weight of each box so, when her son came by, she could tell by how he replaced the cereal container which one he had used and by lifting the box could tell how much he ate on a gram level.
I thought, wow, baby, if you and I get together, we could destroy the world.
I thought, wow, baby, if you and I get together, we could destroy the world.
Doing laundry and just watched a show on TV about young men needing to improve their etiquette to "Maximise Their Personal Brand" in social and interpersonal situations. What? Yes. "Hi, my name is John and I'm a good guy, terms and conditions apply, past performance is not an indicator of future performance; and can I get a drink?.. & you are advised to seek professional advice regarding the overall cost of this exchange..and, as a product, I may contain traces of nuts."
Wednesday, 8 August 2018
Imagine Christ feeding the minions now in Melbourne, Australia... "Well, I started with a compote of beetroot relish and marjoram jam, topping fresh Tasmanian scallops on a thin slice of locally made sourdough, with a tad of french butter, then some italian seasoned breadsticks and a nice light white wine. I followed this up with some tuna steaks in a redolent sauce of slightly salted saffron and blackcurrant jus, and home made wood oven baked crisps...complemented by a Chateau Tahbilk Marsanne with vanilla after tones and a depth of upper palate sweet and infatuating light peppery resonance...and I left the dessert up to my disciples...and then, when they received the bill, my followers, my true believers, my people, the Jew cunts, with their hipster beards, crucified me, as was to be expected."
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