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What is this website?
It is an ongoing thing, a network of pointless randomness. It constantly changes and evolves to fit in less and less with the world about it and as time goes by it will become less and less relevant to current events. This, at any rate, is the dream that the Twisted Mind of Briceus MacFarlane was born from. It also acts as a chronicle to the increasingly strange and bizzare events of my life, my observations, and my pathetic attempts to make cash. Oh, and anything else I can come up with. If you are strange enough to be appealed by this description then good for you, surf away, if not then surf anyway.Oh, by the way, since I replaced the counter because it froze at 999,
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Plans for the Week: I Need Money
As you may have gathered from the title, I am currently on the look out for some quick cash, I have come up with numerous I deas for doing this, some feasable, others not. I decided that if I discount actual work (shudder) then it could be pretty difficult to do. I came upon this idea, on Thursday a friend of mine who goes by the name of Joe (see the Woogy Pics) will come with me down to Southampton with a video camera, we will thien film SOMETHING for a while, reproduce it, sell copies and make millions, or so the plan goes. I will put our results up here....
27/10/2002 I have wrote/am writing this article.
31/10/2002 Me and Joe are gonna start filming.
1/11/2002 YAY! It'll be time for an advent calendar!
As soon as I have something to right as a follow up to this paragraph I will write it, but at the moment I am sitting here in a dressing gown twiddling my thumbs, which is hard to do whilst typing.
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Are you depressed?
If so then join the club. The world is a horrible place full of injustice, but hey! Whadda ya gonna do? Absolutely sod all, because everyone who currently has any power in the world is a greedy, crooked, petty little thief with no morals or ethics. Life's a bitch and then you die. Oh, sorry, was I supposed to offer some consolation? Well tough, go watch Fight Club, that'll mould your angst ridden minds into the kind of Anarchistic Philosophical mind that I like to see.
See the trouble with the government (don't question the subject change) is that instead of concentrating on making the world better, they concentrate on staying in power.
I have a theory (another subject change), there is only so much deppression that a human can have, before they go around completely in a circle and reach a strange stage of ecstatic acceptance, whereby the subject knows full well that everything is crappy, but accepts it and so takes you to another plane, where you are in a euphoric state even though all around you is crap. I have been to this place on numerous occassions, and trust me, it exists, it is real, and it is good, so come verily all true believers, and thou shall be delivered unto it..... |
What is up with my Life?
It is 11.00pm, I am in a strange trance-like state (not due to any drugs or anything, just, well, I have no idea why...), in a dirty black Guinness T-shirt, huge blue jeans that I got for 2.50 from Help the Aged, the lights are reduced to a crappy dull glow due to a really bad bulb, "Rock Me" by Steppenwolf is pumping out the speakers and I've just discovered my keyboard doesn't have a pound button. I have one more pair of clean boxer shorts left, and I don't wear briefs or Y-fronts, it's either Boxers or nuthin for me. I have only odd socks and I am convinced that not only am I trapped in a Robert Rankin novel, but that there is a secret society set up solely to mess with my head. For instance; I saw a blue bottle land in front of me at the computer, I put a clear plastic box on it and watched it fly around for a little while, it was trapped. I then went to the loo, when I got back the fly was gone. The box was as I had left it, but the fly had either ceased to exist, never existed in the first place, turned invisible, or developed the power to move through solid objects. And I just wrote a huge paragraph of absolutely no consequence whatsoever. If you wanna send me a story of how pathetic your life is, or a story of how your head is being messed with, then send it through the link below, or don't. I'm not particularly bothered either way.
PatheticLife@JustWantToEndItAll.com
Kinda Funny Crop Circle Lecture I went to?
Well, I got a lifetime to waste, writing this outta take up a few minutes, so here goes: On Sunday I was dragged along to this Crop Circle lecture being given by some posh old lady called 'Sue Pringle' I think. It was kinda sad, she devotes all her time to researching 'crop circle formations' and her proof that they are created by aliens included: "When I walked into a crop circle once, my mobile phone went of, I hung up, and when I tried to call back later it said the line was busy! And if that's not proof I don't know what is!" I mean WTF?!?!?! About 90% of the people there were in their 80's and senile, and I mean properly senile, some of them were dribbling for Christs sake....Yet she had no qualms about dragging cash out of these people. Yeuch, She gives a real bad name to anyone who really does research Crop Circles. She has a website too, but I'm damned if I know the address. |
Return of the Rhythmic Hermit
Yes, that's right! Serious wheels have been set in motion to facilitate the comeback of what is perhaps the greatest band ever to grace the worlds doorstep. Described as a mixture of everyone and everything from the Beatles to the Bloodhound Gang, from Bob Dylan to Tenacious D, we are a mixture of all styles, excluding those of Manafactured pop and Gangsta rap. In all honesty we aren't particularly good, but if you get the chance then please come and see us in exchange for cash, as we really could do with some, you might even buy a cd or summat, details will follow, you can sign up for info at the address below:
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