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Wordgasm is a portmanteau of "words" and "orgasm", an outburst of words with the same euphoric effect of squirting your DNA. Nihil sub sole novum, the Ecclesiastes say; there is nothing new under the sun. It is only but words that grant the world a whole new spectrum of perception. And the point is? I have no idea.
She lives and works from her laptop on a little paradise island in the Philippines. She's a writer, graphic artist, and mountaineer. During rainy days she loves to sleep and oversleep and dream and daydream and then write. More »
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Sunday, 27 September 2009
Jesus was a traveling beatnik hippie who smoked pot and advocated world peace. Contrary to popular belief Jesus was sickly-thin and stood only five-foot-three. The first time he walked around preaching against wars and mass manslaughter and whatnot, people threw banana peels and komodo dragons at him. This went about for thirty years. Everybody thought he was loco. Some mental retard crackpot on the loose. Then when he was thirty-seven or something, he thought of an excellent idea. He invented an imaginary being he called "Father" and warned people that he's up in the clouds with a supertelescope and weapons of mass destruction like typhoons and tornadoes and such, and that he's got an awesome silver beard. Well, just this morning, Jesus possessed my left hand (I'm right handed) and started scribbling notes in my unicorn pony diary. His handwriting was like a kindergarten's by the way. The first few pages are summarized as I've written above. He says he just wants to correct us since we're no longer a bunch of superstitious monkeys. Then he wrote a couple of things about freedom:
It only took ten minutes or something then my left hand went cold. I pinched it but the skin stayed pinched. I didn't feel anything. After a moment my right hand grabbed the pen and scrawled in my unicorn pony notebook right after Jesus' scribbledeegooks. He said he was Hitler and had a story to tell about his mustache. But that I'll reserve for another day. Word UpWord did you say? | |