Basket.

Today, October 8th, 2003. What happened? Too much, too many, it is difficult to record. Yet the sky is blue everyday, isn't it? RJC is always three stories, painted green and white and has five LTs, isn't it? People continue to attend school, don't they? And so it was yesterday, it was today, and it will be tommorrow, when Wong Siew Hoong will be a bloody Guest of Honour for some funny reason.

What, why, when... how is it I don't understand?

Where are we all, and what are we all? ExistenZ... the fuck with it. The main point is not to understand but to remember. And remember with panache. Do what you do with zest and enthusiasm, and do it right, or you'll be left out. Hard done by Donne. US, SU? Which? The death of it all looms. Come it at a time when all are happy and joyful? Hopefully and hopefully not. Nopefully hot. efpohuyllnto.

Wonder? I wonder what is wonder. The sense of it, or the very act of it? Should we, or is it but a vice and a frivolity? Look upon objects and see them for what they are, stripped, bare, just the essential function which can hopefully benefit you. Or perhaps harm you. Who knows? Who cares? Whoistheretocare?

That's the way it is. The way the cookie crumbles. The urinals at school were clogged up. The newspaper rack is empty and has been for days. No more free AWSJs, awww. They made good scraps. Shit. Hell, what is this all comin... what is this, in fact? The central assumption? Let us question it. Let us argue. Let us write a thesis statement.

The revolving, revolting world. What is within? Nothing, nothing at all? Or too many things to catch in one fell swoop. Who knows? Have we all seen the inside? Sneak peeks, previews? Or the entire film at a stretch? Was it free, or subsidised? What did it cost, I wonder. How did we pay, by cash or plastic, or GIRO? Hahaha. The darkness of a cinema theatre.

Why do I write? I write like a madman. I type like one, rather. It sounds like a madman, it reads like one and is probably by one. The speed of it? Well think what you like. Just understand. Or not, because we don't ever.

It is incredible. The worthiness. The weight of it all. Makes no sense when you think about it. Emails, MSN, ICQ. What is it all worth? All free? Opportunity cost I suppose. Can't get your work done while chatting. Or placing extensive amounts of tongue smilies. Although they look cute, like the pigeon with the mutated foot in Ghim Moh. Ooo, all those bubbles of flesh. I wonder what would happen if I caught it and burst them one by one. Would it scream? Can a bird scream? Does it know what a needle can do at all? Weird, weird, weirder than weird.

What the fuck. That's just it. Sums everything up sometimes, or is it most of the time? Profanity is bad for you. Don't curse. Don't swear. Yeah, shit. What the bloody hell then, that is milder, isn't it? Or is it still wrong?

Wrong? Everything is wrong. Wronger than wrong. It makes you wonder sometimes. What is the real invisible hand? Of divine persuasion, not political economy. The invisible hand of the Almighty. We'll all be Donne for yet. And who wants to enter Heaven? Hell is so much more fun. Not that I believe either of them exist, of course, the fuck with it.

What is the point, right? Why is the sky blue? Who can explain it, really? Who in the end. And to speak of it would be too much to ask for. Confusing. Confusing, confusing, confusing. Let us look elsewhere, like out of the window into a pitch darkness. Nothing at all, except the orange glow of street lamps.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. Fuck.

Yes, wonderful. I'm lovin' it. Ha, McDonalds'. Epitome of capitalism. Hail the great Lenin and Marx, saviour of the proletarian classes. Nice beard too, Engels.

We'll be there yet. Differences, so great, the chasm so wide, the mood so foul. I wonder and wonder and wonder whycan'tsomethingsjustnothappenatall? Turn back the clock, and wish you were travelling in time. Ha, yes. Of course. The speed of light indeed. 3.0 X 10tothepowerofwhatthefuck. Shit. Physics is the fucking pits, but are they deep enough?

"Oh, think twice, it's another day for you and me in paradise..."

Yes indeed. Another day, another day, another day. To dawn bright and early and bring upon us paradoxes, oxymorons, heartbreak and malapropisms. Not to mention anagrams. Yes, wordplay is the rocks.

Embittered. Disillusioned. Tired. Sleepy. Don'tfuckingwannacareanymore.

Right? Absolutely. Left no doubt about it. The existential paradoxes of our very being within this universe. Hell, hell hell hell. Theexistentialparadoxesofourverybeingwithinthisuniverse. Yeeeee.

Better? better? Punkchewayshen, my boy. Adn sceperllig too. Ooo lovely, I like making mistakes on purpose. Even if I don't, they come anyway, so might as well, eh? Hee hee %#T#Y$@$@&$@

Originality and creativity. Entrepeneurship. Factors of production. Economics and many many complicated graphs are present, along with explanantions. And Sloman the God. yes, yes, give it all to me, I'm looking forward to it all. Blast.

Let us see how long we can do this. Read. Read this post with your Tarling. Tarling and Darling Ooo. Shit. What the fuck.

What the hell is up? Eh ehe eh heck heck heck. Let me cough, hopefully it'll be blood and TB.

Fluorescent light on pallid faces. WhAtCaNiSaY?