A Little Less Conversation

Doesn't really work; you need both. And intrestingly enough, as expected, sociality is not such a hard thing to accomplish, given the right circumstances. Rule number one is to derail all the setbacks in your mind. Kill the awkwardness and be comfortable with any given situation, and yet practice to keep the ball rolling.

Because when the ball is rolling, Indy will run.

Pointless. But to the correct channels, it makes perfect sense.

When All Is Lost

What do you do when you fight for something you have believed all your life and come to the realisation that that something might have been wrong? What if the answer was there all along? What if it was all staged? What if?

There might have been a serious error in judgement. There might have been that one case where I could've been wrong. There might.

Evidence is not necessarily the truth. Because evidence is always based on a scope of findings. And when the scope's range changes, initial evidence becomes inaccurate.

Therefore, all is lost.

You start with one.

The Real Sixth Sense

Are emotions a physical attribute? Compassion, hurt, misery and attraction are initially mental elements, but how about that feeling you get every time a girl whispers that she loves you in the ear? That feeling deep down in the middle, fuzzy and nostalgic perhaps, yet so plush and warm. The feeling is physical, no? It cannot be fully explained as to what a feeling feeling is or where it comes from. So. To feel feelings. The point of this all? That's our true sixth physical sense. Move ESP on to the seventh.

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The Masterful Honor

The Masterful Surprise has been honored the Honorary Humanatarian Award for it's efforts in helping change society's mental perception and beliefs and in aiding people of mixed-ethnic origins single out insanely pretty girls (or IPG in abbrievation) as well as making the world a better place to live in with tireless amounts of effort in promoting the "would you do a.." questions.

Presenting the award on behalf of le' societie le' awardes is Dr. Dick Harding, grandson of world reknowned Professor F. Harding from whom the award's name lends. Recieving the award on behalf of The Masterful Surprise was our own Randy Andy, author of My Homemade List of Sexual Objects And Then Some. During the award ceremony held in Paris, Andy made a masterful speech about his dream the other day, something about coming to (or more likely, on) Paris and how the award made him want to come even more. He also commented publicly about how the French are all wankers and how the Eiffel tower is actually the erect, steel cock of France.

Dr. Dick Harding later commented (that)"The masterful surprise, as a publication and a phenomenon, is pure genius, and should deserve more than a simple award for it's efforts. It should deserve a beautiful, naked, Jessica Alba." right before escorted off stage by security for being a "bit" tipsy.

Another year, another award eh?

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Blurring The Lines

Often it can be said that reality is mirrored in different ways. Digitally, and to certain aspects, virtual. While most of the time, these representations aren't flawed so we can tell the difference between what's real and what's not, the question is whether that's such a bad thing. Living in the real world, you can't help but realise that flaws are what make the world interesting at times, and yet sometimes very annoying. Perfection is never perfect enough in the real world. And the worst part is, to upkeep perfection it is very cost/time consuming and you'll never have a perfect something forever. However, a virtual representation is always accurate, perfect and is easily replicated. One day, when our dreams and visual/physical perception can be controlled and altered at will in a virtual perfect landscape, the question is whether you'd want to live in the flawed world where the ugly truth runs rampant. I really question that. The matrix is a good representation of the concept in question, but their world isn't perfect either. What I'm talking about here is perfect video game standard worlds, where everyone is hot, all the things are perfect, and living a dream. You could eat all the food in the world and not get fat/sick, you could drive like a mad fool in a sexy car and not die/get caught. The perfect life. And everybody could get one. In that instance I predict a fall in today's issues and a near zero global productivity rating. If that is a problem to begin with anyway. Why does the world need to progress beyond that dream once it is attained? If you can live in a world set by you where everything you want can/will happen, has no effects on other individuals, and seems so real to you that you wouldn't know the difference. It will be the ultimate life where every aspiration is answered without physics, luck or skill. The masterful life.

WE HAVE THE TECHNOLOGY. THIS IS THE MASTERFUL SURPRISE.

The Spirit Of Competition

Competition is healthy. In motorsport, in the advancement of human technology; it would seem that competition in all fields of development is healthy. Social competition however, is not quite. People strive to outdo, without improving who or what they are. Because in the end, if the person is the same on the inside, there is no practical use to the application, so to speak.

Competition breeds competition.

In the end it is human nature to compete and contrast. Each of our 5 senses are there to tell us the differences. So here's something for you all to think about. We are built to tell differences every single day. But only a select few of us actually make a difference.

And by the way, being different is not making any difference at all.

What Is Your Ultimate 5 Car Garage?

I know what mine would be.

Pointless Posting II

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My First Blue Crush

So tasty is the Kate Bosworth. So utterly tasty like monkeys. I like the little banana boat song. How do we feather her tanned skin? How can we accomodate her lovely blonde hair? Maybe the giraffe will know. The long-tongued giraffe. With the furry hair on top. HaHa. If I were Kate I'd dump that bloody Bloom Dude and get with the J.

If I were randy I'd be Andy. Randy Andy boss.
Randy Andy.


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Exploring New Horizons

Tough crowd. The bartender looks to the left of his prematurely adolescent audience and gives another crack at one of his countless bar-room jokes. To no avail. The crowd isn't pleased. Nor even the slightest bit amused. The bartender eyes the paying customers, making a mental note of their every gesture, a soft whiff of inability. Return to silence. The madness. The rotoscoping darkness. Only there does he see the point of it all.

Only then does he see the masterful surprise.

"Given the concept of stage, man meets evolution." - The Chronicles Of The Masterful Surprise.

The Paradigm Is On To Us.

A shift is imminent. Join it with open arms. It's easy when you're all for it.

The Billa Bong

Accidentally watched Blue Crush (finally) after years of thinking of watching it. Now while oogling over Kate Bosworth is a totally tantalizing prospect, I can't help but dreaming about her nice, toned stomach. I know this is an issue as the last time I was obsessed (still am) with Jennifer Aniston's hair color it turned out to be some obsessive dirty-blonde syndrome. And then some. While the usual after-movie effects are faintly there, the reality is that I can't surf nor are there any good waves to surf on in this country-ish thingy. So I've gone all semi-funny funky. This is probably my last night 3 hour sleep only talking, but the point in fact is that oy oy oy.

And as some sort of update, I can't stop thinking of the corpse bride's breasts. Bluey. Really cleavagey.

Pointless perhaps.

I'm on drawing the line. Straight across. This is it. Vantage point: zero.

"Deep inside your soul is a hole you don't want to see"

When all in the world starts to not make any sense is when you make sense of it all. Geez. Was it always this simple? Why has the shrouded shroud over your eyes shrouded you? Question perhaps best answered simply: a shroud is a shroud. It is what it is. You can't change it. What you can do is not shroud your eyes with the shroud. Most people try to work out a problem by not understanding the weight of it.

On other news, I think I might need some sleep soon. But then there's lovely Eureka Seven to be had. Fucking hallucinogens.

And now for the most important line of the post:

Your boring life is just an absence of alcohol.

So there.

Don't Fuck With Da Hui

Because Da Hui Will fuck with you.