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That iconic scene in the Transformers animated movie where Optimus Prime is cut down in his… prime shaped an entire generation into alcoholic shells of men who spot-weld their mom’s blowdryers into replica proton blasters and tape bright red and blue painted boxes together to emulate their fallen hero. It’s basic psychology. So look upon this man as a survivor and you will see the light I see. Now that you understand, what are you waiting for? Fucking transform and roll out already! *Ehnt-ehr-eoh-ahn-aunht*
DON’T
Did you ever wonder what happened to that electronic music group The Prodigy from the 90s? Yeah, me neither.
Hello world, it is your good friend FellowWalken. Or FWalken as I am now known. I am like Snoop Dogg, drop some parts of your name because you are now a grown ass man. I have been around the world doing many things. That is a lie. I haven’t done anything. I have no cool stories to tell you guys. I have nothing at fucking all. All I have is a “I love you”, and a promise to update at least once more. Oh and that dick Pablo will be around too. He said Monday, but I don’t believe him. He will be too sad after the Cowboys lose their first game to update. Why would I talk shit about him? To remind you guys that I am a dick.
Unp0ssible= The next MSN
Pablo= The next Mrs FWalken
The universe works on a math equation
that never even ever really ends in the end
Infinity spirals out creation
We’re on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying
We aint sure where you stand
You aint machines and you aint land
And the plants and the animals, they are linked
And the plants and the animals eat each other
~ModestMouse
DO
Everyone in today’s society is so up-in-arms about racism and homophobia they overlook that sometimes people might have very real and traumatic reasons for such prejudices. What happened in this photo made this man a homophobe for life.
DON’T
What happened in this photo made this man afraid of himself for life.
 | Schlafen
Tuesday March 06th 2007, 3:29 pm
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Waking from a brief coma in the Engineering building I was confused and completely disoriented. See I had intended on taking my nap in the BioScience and Engineering building (BSE) or as the cool kids refer to it: The Mad Cow Building. There are very comfortable chairs there but alas it seems other people know about these virtual recliners complete with a swiveling desk component. (Short Scrubs-like dream sequence of entire lecture halls filled with nothing but these upholstered bliss-makers and the pure inefficiency that would inevitably ensue) Sometimes I truly believe that the world would be a much better place without all those other confounded people, this may stem from my seemingly frequent choice of service oriented professions.
During my quest for comfort (which could be entitled: A Boy without a Seat) I somehow managed to wander into the Engineering building (somehow would involved a door the outside and another door) which is a nice enough place (save for the fact all outsiders summarily receive looks of scorn, I’m still puzzled how the Engineering Majors can smell my nonengineeringness) and found an exponentially less comfortable clime.
Upon awaking I found that every single part of my body had fallen into a deep slumber. Consciousness alone failed to rouse my incapacitated body I was forced to heave myself sideways in the chair. None of the busily working students paid me any notice, this continued until finally enough of me was able to move that I propelled myself out of the chair and down the hall in an attempt to find coffee.
This is about when I discovered that I was inside the Engineering building. This conclusion was reached when the door was no where near where it should have been. UTSA is not a particularly confusing campus, yet for the first time in 5 years I actually felt lost (this feeling was compounded by most of my torso still being parayalized).
DO
Even though old people smell and can’t remember how to close their mouths sometimes, they have an order to their cliques all the same. You’ve got the leader who’s smooth as shit (his shit probably is smooth, too), the crotchety guy who will argue with you over ten cents, the slut and the nice chick. They’re all going to die.
DON’T
This is the type of thing that can render entire civilizations infertile. Have you seen Children of Men? That screenplay was adapted from this image.
“When it occured to me that the animals are swimming around in the water in the oceans in our bodies and another had been found another ocean on the planet given that our blood is just like the Atlantic” ~Modest Mouse
I write that mostly to get it off my desk, which happens to be littered with dozens of other needless objects. School can get to be very swamping at times (this semester seems to be especial) especially when Spring Break lurks around the corner. Apparently a Biology degree entails a certain amount of work, work I could perform.
Ahh the ides will soon be upon us.
Then another hot lazy summer stretches out towards brief winter.
Well. Thems new years done come and went. Mardi gras ends. Lent begins. Oh shit. Neighbors keep painting their Dirt Free truck.
FWalken is back in the fucking building!
How the hell are you guys feeling today? Good I hope. I am finally back to doing exactly what I do. Umm well that is all I got. Updates are a coming. Trust me, you that. Yeah I read that.
