Friday, 6 June 2008

The Great Book of bathroom Graffiti, Interlude?

What's with the dearth of quality bathroom scribblings in this day and age? This, today:
Reality is made of ants.
Very poor. Well, not bad. But have people stopped thinking while they shit? (And, if so, what are they doing?) Are witticisms being constricted? is it something we're eating? What happened to the art?
I'm starting to think that life is like a shit sandwich
Because it seems to me the more bread you've got, the less shit you have to eat
And why can't people commit random acts of kindness, and senseless acts of beauty?
You know, like Ramone and Louise, 100% true love forever?
That's the Lowest of the Low again. In what public forums are young men finding the place to smear their wasteful thoughts?...

... asks he who is 3 months into his new blog...

What a tragedy! The collateral damage of Web 2.0 are clean toilet stalls? I want my money back.

Still, I'm off to the Old Country in a week -- Home of Sneaky Dees, Capital of the Porcelain Literati. The site of classics like
God's Dead.

Nietzsche's Dead.
Jesus Saves!
(... but Gretzky gets the rebound!)

I'm coming home, Toronto. Don't let me down.

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