i really came late to this party... honest to god, youtube was my h.m.v., my field of strawberries, a few bushes filled with berries, i had to become a cultural forager - nay, a ******* burrower! a mole aiming blank into new music... but then a recommendation... hmm... what's this? ******* are in full swing! they're already moved into bitchiness... never argue with a drunk woman when you're drinking a pint with an heavily autistic-man... or offering a cigarette to a homeless person you've met before, sitting down on the pavement with him, asking him: you doing o.k.? ooh noo noo... not in a irish pub do you get to argue with a drunk irish woman... you just wave you hand and say: i'm not going to argue with you like some ******* jedi mind trick with a stormtrooper... why bother the hassle? i don't even know how to haggle to buy something at a cheaper price! ooh, but blood's boiling... it concerns two "characters" millenial woes contra sargon of akkad... and this is the ****** bit that probably annoys everyone... really? numbers? (i'm siding with the former): these mundane egoists really care about numbers? how about giving them an auschwitz tattoo? cover them at the end of each month, with how many new subscribers entered their ranks... that'd be fun... what?! we're number-centric... numbers tell us unfathomable secrets of those in the minority of a few... oh yeah... i really see a lot of views concerning heidegger... nietzsche? i think he's been *****-slapped and dipped in wax and set alight by the mob... basically over-quoted... basically senile, basically less the case for pondering, and more of shock-value: provocation teacher tactician: yes yes... teacher of tactical provocation. i'm trying to keep the lowest imaginable profile at this party... i missed the s yeah... the scots always seemed the most continental in their approach to "things"... of all the tribes on these isles... the scots are probably the most prone to engaging with continental thought... the english? head up uncle sam's ***... welsh? head up uncle jack's ***... irish? head up uncle sam's ***... norther irish? dunno... peter neeps & mary tatties on the quest for the holy four leaf clover? don't ask me... but like i said... i really, really came late to this party... thank god it has distintegrated into an **** of brutus et al. - i.e. back stabbing and *******... 'cos' conversation... sorta dried, up!