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Wednesday, November 30, 2005

antibiotics smantibiotics. they dont work bollocks. im still down with fever and my hip still hurts like shit. i think im flirting with death here. hey death you have nice legs. death must use veet shaving equipment. then once death takes us we can all scream "BITCH!!!". cause satan is coming everyone. before humans existed, there was a huge battle between gods. dinosaurs were minions and they faught each other to death. obviously the number of churches nowadays is testimony to the success of god over satan. (yeah god rulez!). so god froze satan in the icebergs. so that he'd never be able to escape. but not realizing that humans are bastards and we use CFC's and pollutants, he did not see the whole global warming problem coming. so the worlds heating up and the icecaps are melting and satan is emerging from the frosty hell he was put in. ( no wonder he has such a cold personality) hoho not funny. anyway to sumarise this for you, satan lives in the icecaps and when they melt in 40 years he'll appear and bring the world to its miserable end.

but then again in 40 years we'd all be having our mid life crisis' (unless we die). we'd all be questioning our existence and meaning of life and our faith. therefore we'd all be prone to satans brainwashing. either that or we wont give a fuck at all and just ignore the whole armageddon thingy. you know its only armageddon. we still have the whole afterlife. then our afterlife will become the new world. and everyone will live in the afterlife, therefore the world didnt really end at all. we just shifted houses and beleive in a different god. who knows our god now might be our rpevious worlds satan! touch wood la. wait no wood.

or maybe humans will become damm powerful and we'd fight satan off! we'd develop like anti lucifer beams! it would be like inbuilt in everyones keychains for convenience. there are many theories to the end of the world and mine doesnt make any more sense than the rest do. we're all destined to die, so why do we care? earth needs a revamp too. make love, not useless theories!

i cant beleive i actually danced yesterday. im sure i made a fool out of myself and i apologize to anyone subjected to it. euphoria has strange effects. it even made my hip feel like nothing. anyways im kinda getting sedated from the medicine already. thats probably whats screwing up my entries and making them into huge piles of garbage.

have a nice day/night/life

James Barr at 7:36 AM

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