He Who Has Nil
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
NEW POSITIVE OUTLOOK!!!!
The Cmmdr is bright and grinning on this wonderful Wednesday afternoon in Los Angeles. Does he have a job? One may very well wonder. But no, the Cmmdr does not have a job. In fact, the last time he had an audition, cocaine was legal. No, he’s happy because he’s finally realized he’s good at something: failing. “Someone’s got to fail - why not me?” says the torpid, sloth-like ruin. “I’m goddamn good at it!” he states, and one has to agree. “I’ve been unsuccessful a long time, I know the score,” he continues. “It’s like I finally know what my gift is - the failing, the not-getting, the losing out.” The happy but not-up-to-snuff little freak was as centered as he’s ever been. “I feel like I’ve run a triathalon at falling short,” exclaimed the impaired grossly-bloated little wreck. Some say he may just be the ‘Spoiler’ of not succeeding!
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A very talented-but-sullen girl in my class at NYU suddenly came in one day grinning like an idiot; she had read that going-through-the-motions of looking happy could actually make you happy--that the muscular movements informed the emotions. I have read similar things about weeping. Do the tears come before the emotion? Physiologists are unsure.
But then, she was crazy.
This explains my face during defecation
Horrible, silent laughter. Tears.
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