by PriamNevhausten » Tue Dec 11, 2007 5:41 pm
Though I too recognize the name of the poster, I fear to set a precedent to permit people, any people, to drive-by advertise.
So stick around, Rumi. Or do you want me to be caught in this tumult of internal conflict, bound inexorably to a fate of writing angst poetry? No. Nobody wants that.
"You haven't told me what I'm looking for."
"Anything that might be of interest to Slitscan. Which is to say, anything that might be of interest to Slitscan's audience. Which is best visualized as a vicious, lazy, profoundly ignorant, perpetually hungry organism craving the warm god-flesh of the anointed. Personally I like to imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, Laney, no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presidential elections."
--Colin Laney and Kathy Torrance, William Gibson's Idoru