Of Pens and Swords

I was reading a bit from the Korean Central News Agency of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea (North Korea, the communist nation, if you’re somewhat confused). It’s always a little fun to read the rhetoric of fundamentalists and their regimes sometimes. It’s like watching the drunk redneck try and describe life…wait, it’s like watching Walsh describe life as Walsh, and how excited he gets over the simplest of accomplishments, only to watch him, on his very next step, tell you how he either cheated, lied, stole, or a combination of the 3, to make that accomplishment happen…then on the 2nd step, do something that completely obliterates his accomplishment…3rd step, blame. Hehe, it’s a very fun process to watch.

Anyways, if you’re in for a good ole’ read from Kim Jung II, who both has created a new calendar and has apparently inspired millions in his artistic notation and reform, head on over. Just don’t read too long, for it is a hard read…Reminds me of that little Pooh book my daughter has, and the 5 page sentences.

I started looking on wikipedia for various things, just bored reading more or less. I came across camouflage, which lead me onto reading 20 different entries on the subject. Then I saw a picture of a guy who had an LCD display on his back, showing what was in front of him, essentially making a hole in him.

Then I remembered a dream, one of two or three, that I had when I was younger, and had it all the time. It was of a classical neighborhood setting, straight out of Leave It To Beaver…A street of manicured lawns, cars parked equidistant from each other, every house in perfect symmetry to the other across the street. People were walking around, riding bikes, so forth…Then these HUGE ASS forks came out, and started just going through people, making big circle holes in their guts….just perfect circles drilled through them, like they were make of a harder substance. And they kept just walking around, now with everybody with a hole in them…nobody cared, but I also remembered how you could see right through them. And life went on.

I dreamed the future….I must be the next Nostradamus…whew