Saturday, December 31, 2005

Don't Believe the Type

I've sent back the sumo wrestler body they regenerated for me at Dept. H. I want my old body back, and my old "wiretap" avatar as well. Not that anyone really cares. In fact, I'm so outta here, it isn't even funny.

Yes, I got it all wrong...every last little detail. But I just don't care anymore. I'm going back underground to the spy work that is my true calling. Let other people roam around with their empowering certainties. I'll bunker down with my suspicions, paranoia, conspiracy theories, gnostic leanings, Buddhist sympathies, Christian nostalgia, unemployment stratagies, dead cat roster, skateboard rhetoric, hip hop daydreams, junk shop scavanging, apocalyptic spasms, aching eyebrows, counter cultural impotence, etc. etc.

It's a brand new year ahead! Who knows what the days will bring? Time to enter the Mindwash Chamber, to drink of the Beginner's Mind reconstitution elixer. I think I'm through with all this blogging. I think it's time to move on. If only I could catch a promising tradewind in my sail, I would be gone tomorrow. The Hidden Continent, the Undiscovered Self awaits those who dare brave the waters.....

Whatever should befall, thank you for reading, for commenting, contributing. Thanks for the writing on the walls of blogdom. Remember to read the classics, watch the heavens, play that funky music whiteboy, and remember, above all, to stay old!


Happy New Year Everyone!


Bhakti said...


See you next year! (That never gets old does it? Well...maybe...)


Hhhmmm..I wonder who's gonna be 'Cat Of The Month' for January???

flatlander said...

I won't be around next year.

I've been recalled.

Gyrobo said...

It's times like these that I don't know if you're serious. So I'll just play paddleball.

flatlander said...

Paddleball is the lonely man's ping pong.

I guess I'll make it to the new year after all.

marcy_peanut said...

"They say everything can be replaced..." (Dylan, I SHALL BE RELEASED) He obviously didn't know the Flatist of the Flatlanders!

Bathroom Hippo said...

Goat shavings suffice as currency.

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