Subject

Subjectivity-that is-according to which perspective you adhere too, will usually state that I have not written in a while. The reality of the matter is that I have been writing, but not for this. I did write a lot for university's last week. I was sending out my last minute begging forums. Signed in blood and with a letter of recommendation from Satan himself. Thank you Satan, my chances are slim, I need all the help I can afford. Which brings me to my next point:

My soul is for sale.

More so on subjectivity is that anything and everything I write is entirely subjective. In fact anything and everything anyone writes is entirely subjective. Unless you are God. If that being your credentials I will unearthly and unanimously bow down to thee and thy and succumb to your holy decree on earth. Until then, I cannot take anything for granted. Cynicism has it's pros.

Now, if you find yourself asking, what does this have to do with anything? That is entirely the point. It has a whole lot to do with-nothing-at all. This is the statement I must make before I move on with any relevant subject matter. The whole fact of the matter that nothing we or anyone honestly say will ever be worth a shit within the whole cosmic scheme of things. Of course I constitute my babbling for the higher order of things and pretend like this really doesn't hold true. But don't let me ego fool you.

Now if there is anything anyone has to say to me I usually like for them to tell it to me to my face. Whatnot many people find it rude when I tell them they are a fucking moron in front of them, consequently I have started to say it behind their backs. Hopefully this will alleviate a lot of stress caused upon my former peers. That's a recent change in my lifestyle habits for those who care. Write this shit down, son.

On a lighter note, many of you might realize there is about 1/50th of the less junk mail within your folders. It may come as a surprise but until yesterday I was one of the top 50 people of Rogers-Canada unanimously sending out spam to thousands of unguarded inbox's. If you happen to be one of them, you're fight with me is over. But the war still wages. As on par with my unknowest actions, I was consequently punished for them. Long story short my account was suspended and now isn't for I have cleared myself of all pompous infections raging within my system. My excuse for even having these devilish pieces of shit is quiet simple. I didn't do it. I share my computer with others in this household so I promptly point my finger at them. Direct all hatemail 'thataway'.

Now for my thoughts on some important discussion matter, they will have to wait. It is time for my sleep and I am extremely tired. I will give you a glimpse on my next post which will come more frequently and then be moved to thexperiment.org. For now this sneak preview will have to do. It involves a talk I had with a certain someone, who unsurprisingly shall not be named. It also involves crucial plans for the next death-star and hopefully I will get to tell you about a project my friend Brain and I are working on. Now before I leave allow me to remind those who are still with me, that this is all subjective and will be "subject" to change. You have been warned.

Ta-ta for now.
Or adieu. Whichever you prefer.

-Tar'nok
PJ Mancuso