DISSECTING THE PRE-CENTRAL GYRUS

Murderman

Driver, supply officer, gofer, pharmacist and supervisor all rolled into one. That's basically been me since May started and it probably won't be anything else for the next few months, but finally we have regained full control of the hospital. Now I can finally walk around without anybody giving me the evil eye, and everybody seems to be nicer. Now that's really sucking up to me.

Some problems have a way of solving themselves, it was only a matter of time before their hubris became their downfall.

He he he. My revenge is forthcoming, you fuckers. Everybody gets their turn, and I'm REALLY going to enjoy this. Nice and slow.

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For several days now, I've been hearing the same song over and over again in my head...

"And I need you now somehow

And I need you now somehow

Open Fire on the needs designed on my knees for you

Open Fire on my knees desire what I need for you..."

In case you were wondering, it's from Ana's Song by Silverchair.

Hmmm. I don't really know any Ana's. Not spelled like that anyway. *winks*

Murderman

Excerpt from Rorschach's Journal...

"Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No."

How true.

Save us.

But who will?

Murderman

I can now eat hotdogs with ketchup on them. All without getting queasy.

AMAZING!

Murderman

I've stopped trying to make things better. Better to just give it all up because you just can't win. Life is never fair, and it lies and cheats and steals.

Karmic Justice is nothing but a myth. This life is all we have, and there is nothing else after. Lie and cheat and steal while you can. While you're still alive. It's the only way to get ahead.

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How Tyler saw it was that getting God's attention for being bad was better than getting no attention at all. Maybe because God's hate is better than His indifference. If you could be either God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?

We are God's middle children, according to Tyler Durden, with no special place in history and no special attention.

Unless we get God's attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption.

Which is worse, hell or nothing?

Only if we're caught and punished can we be saved.

"Burn the Louvre," the mechanic says, "and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names."

- From Fight Club, p.141

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Could you find it in your heart

To make this go away

And let me rest in pieces?

Murderman

Christmases have always been pretty weird for me. I do get the holiday blues from time to time but I doesn't really bother me that much. I usually keep myself occupied by cooking up some pasta dish and gorging myself while watching a movie. In fact, that's probably how I'll spend tonight. Gorging myself. *drools ala Homer* Pasta...

Anyways, spending the holidays alone isn't really new for me. Which probably puts me right up there in the list of lonely pathetic losers. It's not that I'd spend it any differently mind you. My work keeps me from enjoying ANY kind of holiday season. Even if I was at home I'd probably sleep through the night and just wake up in the morning and open all the presents underneath the Christmas tree. Wheee! New Toys! Just kidding. The past 7 or 8 Christmases(probably more) I've all spent away from home. I can't even remember spending a Christmas at home for the past decade, actually.

So, what's the point of this entire post?

WAG NA KAYONG MAG-DUKTOR, MAG NURSING NA LANG KAYO! Ha ha ha ha ha!

Merry Christmas Everyone.