in other news: what they thot was junk DNA turns out to have a purpose and pattern.

ask houston

this entry has no defined standpoint by which to evaluate itself.

it knows how easy it is to stay in bed for hours. it finds itself surrounded by stufffed animals and wondering about evolution. what is more important than laughter? by what criteria do you judge the achievements of your own life? what do you determine as success? is being happy enough for a life? why are you driven to achieve things when things shift over time and not even the most apologetik scientists will take responsibility for the error in judgement? you serious mugwumps, you cynical ass mofos who think you are soooo smart in that you can refute each claim to magik as some sort of self influenced phenomenon. go ahead, live your life without magik. not the kind of magik that is mysterious, but the term that gives honour to the level to which everything remains a mystery of meaning. i mean really, what the fuck is truly going on?

i know you hard ass cynics groan each time you hear the term elf, but i think the future is more elvish than you might imagine. imagine that you had to spend your life in smoky clubs showing your art to people who will forget by morning. what if the alternative meant being in what is termed as poverty in the rainforest and using your time to design the next levels of intentional living. beyond the commodities, beyond the storefronts, beyond beyond.

even the gov't supports subversive concepts these days. you can get a grant to start a business that aims to put business out of business. we're all too busy anyways.

when the oracle says goodbye to me i know i will see her again, but i'll admit myself that i never know what the future holds. all i know is that life is worth the effort if there's elves involved.