06-04-2005, 01:37 PM
Occhidiangela,Jun 4 2005, 08:26 AM Wrote:Following up on Chaerphon's idea, and your toast gambit Archon Wing, both of which dovetail nicely into my coffee postulation first thing this morning, I will propose a toast to the extension of all Lurker root file names: to whit, the mind behind the handle.
You put a thick mind behind the hoe handle, and what do you get? Crooked furrows, deeply dug. It's getting pretty deep around here, what with all the cracker barrel philosophy, so I will offer this up.
I am a post, therefore I fence. (Posto ergo Claymoro)
Or was it
I fence, therefore I post (Katano ergo postum)
Or even
I fence, therefore I riposte (Scimitus ergo Dirko)
Which inevitibly leads us to
I refence, therfore I riposte. (Repairum ergo Parri)
What would Descartes know about any of this, that drunken old fart? Internet personae are Hegelian!
Consider the perfection of Person, or in my case, the Perfection of Rogue. What you perceive on this forum is an avatar or manifestation that presents but one aspect of that which is, in totality, the universal Overcaffeinated Rogue.
To paraphrase Jack Nicholson, father of the Lakerist school of philosophy:
"You want the Rogue? You can't handle the Rogue!"
--This post has been brought to you by Fencers Coffee and the fifth dimensional aspect of Overcaffeinated Rogue. Words and music by Mila Jovavich.
Occhi
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Brilliant!
Er... I think. It sounds good in the mind. But, Occhi, if you are a contruct, you must be careful saying those things. Explain your own nature to deeply and your illusiory basis will be undermined, causing you to vanish in a puff of your own Logic, much like God did when confronted with the Babel Fish.
And I had better take my own advice.
Think this is why some people spontaineously combust?
Logic... IT BURNS! BURNS!!!
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."