Doom Berry

What flavor is that?

Well, it doesn't really exist, but if it did , I'd expect it to taste sweet at first. Not a piercing sweet like a candy, but a natural sweet, something that you'd expect from a fruit. Though, it would encompass greater intensity with a bit of tart, after all it is a berry. The great taste would be subtly powerful, and would cause people all over the globe to harvest the plentiful berry. Unknowingly, it causes addiction to those fortunate enough with the resources to procure the special berry. The more the berries are devoured, the more that its host body craves it. At advance addiction, the body only thinks to gather more berries. Cheating, stealing and other 'immoral' behavior is not an obstacle for the host body. With the rise of advanced addicts, cultural norms change. Society splits into armies who's only two goals are to protect the berries they control and to gain more berries. Intellects will criticize the actions of addicts, and call for mass disarmament of those who are foreign to their to land, but never will they criticize the berry, who's subtle flesh is burned into their mind. The fighting repeats itself for centuries, until the berry vanishes. The centuries of fighting has choked any communication between factions. Armies call for an all out assault on each other. All but the wealthiest army are destroyed. Still, without a single precious berry in sight, infighting in the last faction causes their destruction. They are left to small clans where, shortly after, the berry consumes them.

Review of Lenovo Thinkpad W520

ahhhhhh shit. Gotch y'all. You really think I'm about the do some lame ass vanilla review of a computer after being absent of a month? If you did, Welcome to my BLOG, read up on the back posts to catsup. For those width it, lose weight, your lifestyle; CHOICE, is causing all of our health care costs to be higher. Yeah I did get a new computer, but who the fuck cares about that. I'm streaming now, the shit on full production, you can see me Monday nights, asdfjkl; home row on the qwerty. Targeted text: Loans, Annuity Payments, iPhone, Santorum def, ROTH, Juniper.

It's always about juniper. More specifically the berry. Or more correctly the "berry". If you just read that out loud you should have made a paws before berry while emphasizing its two syllables so a person experienced in sarcastic American English will understand that the berry is not actually a berry. I think I should have put that last sentence in parenthesis. Poetry after this paragraph though, seriously. Juniper berries are nasty, some on them are poisonous. The berries can't even make good alcohol. Gin is completely garbage. Don't tell me I'm just not sophisticated enough. The shits almost always drunken mixed with some other substance, other then that it's an ultra dry gin martini. And yes, gin is so shitty that you have to specify 'gin' martini, it couldn't even keep the name of the drink it's originally used in.

Oh yeah poetry, poetry;

Plug,
into the world where businesses run,
money changes hands at blistering speed,
information reaches one end at sun rise,
to the other at sun set,
where racism is still funny,
there is no regard for decency,
where one can become king,
and many can become one,
that doesn't exist.

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Math question of the day

Two spheres of equal size are intersecting, given the radius X, and distance of sphere 1 and sphere 2 's centeroid, Y, find the formula of the circumference of the circle where the two spheres intersect.

Did I Wake You This Morning?

My attention span is incredibly short today. It's like I have adhd. I tried to calm my nerves by watching a movie, but after starting three different movies that failed. And why do I have nerves now? There is nothing of importance going on. Chill, chill, chill. Repeating it three times has no effect, repeating it any longer still has no effect.

Excuse my profanity (like I care if you are offended), but damn. I thought I had to take my mother to the eye doctor today, but she now says that is tomorrow. So shit. I need to explode, I need to release this energy that is inside me.

Something about motion

For the past week I forgot how old I was. Well, I knew the area of the years I have lived, but the specific number drew a blank. Previously I though that I was actually old than I was because I have friends that have turned that age. The problem is that I am a few months younger that they are and so I thought that I was older in time than I am, which kind of scared me.

I think it would be better if we all could forget our age, and live as the age we choose to. I, personally, would choose to live at this age that I currently feel. Although I need to sprint more often. I haven't done that in quite a long time. Doing that would give me an idea of how much I have aged, though I still believe that I can sprint just as fast as I could three years ago. The lion will never catch up to me. The lion being time.

Click Here?

Do I really want you to click some where to be able to read the rest of this post? It's up to you. If it were me reading this post, I would like all content already right there in front of me (knowing that all content is just text). But whatever.

Super D Virus

I just had a weird dream again. It happens occasionally, just with different variation. It's always vivid, and what ever that happens in there makes me not want to wake up. Maybe I should act on my sleeping dream IRL. I wonder what my dog dreams of. Probably of food, and taking unleashed runs through a grass field chasing small objects that look interesting. Have a good year.

Concerto

in tacoma. Now?
Yes
That it seems.
Of two
Nice

Why so afraid?

I recently got a new phone, one with a new number. I be smarts enough to transfer my contacts to my new phone by myself, so I don't have to bother anyone on a number change, but there is a problem with this. If I call anyone, no one will pick up, no one. Of all the contacts I called only one picked up, and somehow the person who picked thought it was a prank call.

What is wrong with my friends and family? What is wrong with an unfamiliar phone number that causes them not to pick up? The fear of a short conversation with a stranger? There is so much wrong with this.

The call could have be something a lot more important than a friendly hello. Imagine the situations in which you would get a call from an unknown number. A wrong number? Sure that happens, and is easily resolved. But what if it was an emergency and you needed to be notified. Would you simply decline the call, siding with ignorance? Would you ignore the call from a nurse saying that your friend in the hospital? Would you ignore the call from a good samaritan's strange phone number saying that your daughter was in a car accident?

Save yourself the regret and just pick up the phone.