Dooney

egocasting pp. Reading, watching, and listening only to media that reflect one's own tastes or opinions.—egocast n., v.—egocaster n.

When u are trying to make a change in ur habbits i find the best way is to change the circumstances under which u perform the certain habbit in order to make it less likely to occur. Then have one or two reasons against it that are completely illogical but passionately involved in the whole scheme because if it is logical u can twist it but if u know it makes no real sence but u just feel that is a sufficiant reason then its harder to break because it is the feeling that the habbit elicits that solidifies the habbit into beeing so to combat it u must produce within urself a negative feeling and attach it as irrationally to the target habbit as the irrationally possitive feeling that the habbit produces is attached to it. In other words find the root of the problem and without neccesarily making it known to the leaves cut the mo fo's so the stem doesnt even have a chance to grow more leaves u dig. all figuartive but if u have inner conflict i guarentee it works. This may need editing but i have no time my conflict is awaiting my ascent (im in the basement).
Salaam

The Magnificent Malediction Called Love:

I unfocus your image
For complete internal reflection
Of what is in my eyes
From mine it goes
Back to yours
and a double dose
Is had of my soul.

Right so I was looking over some old coments and something stuck out. I think it was by itchy scrote', it was some jibberish about snazberries and wonkas nose hairs as incense..... I just wanted to agree with that concept I think his nose hairs would make perfect insense. right the guy is alwasy in his chocolate factory making all thies crazy sweets and deeling with all these wack chems. You see he goes around sniffing up all these sugar rich vapors to test their quality and ends up getting cristals of these concoctions growing on his nose hair (this gives it the sweet smell when you burn them.) then you add that to all the dust that settles on nose hairs which would give it a musty spin and vuallah you hae magnificent musty sweet incense playah. I have no clue why I have just wasted 1ö minutes of my time but hey, library bordom must be faught in any way possible.
Salaamaat,
Doons.

I think Id want to be a pigion if I were to be reborn. A general pigion you know the ones in the front of the pack that they follow as they fly around. I think I'd swipe a bottle of laxatives and direct my pigediers over rush hour crouds. I saw a pigion walking along the pavement today then it decided to cross the road but it saw a car comming, jumped back on the curb and waited patiently as the car went by and then proceeded across the street in a straight line and hopped up onto the opposit curb where his friend was hobbeling about....... freedom! they can fly too man I was rushing off to class they were just chillin in trees and walking across the street like they owned the shit looking like peacocks without thier albetross of vanity I love pigions. My roomate hates them. I think Im going to pick a fight with him over it on a day off. see how far we get into it. you see they know exactly what they are doing maan and they arent scared of you, shit they couldnt care less about you they are more respected than other pedestrians by pedestrians..... pedestrians.....pedestrians.....pedestians why does that sound soo wierd? Anyway so ya no one kicks pigions even though you can. Id just chill out and fall in love with some old woman who feeds me every morning. OK enough day dreaming I must be off.
Salaam.

Bigginings of socialite series:

Its hard to stand tall without walking with a swagger.
(the without with is really bugging me people help me out)

Random Delusional (pretty sensible) Thought of grandeur:

When my clothes get old, common fashion goes vintage.

This screen is really intimidating...... There's too much pressure to perform..... it's the white there's too much white..... cheaky bastard screen I know what you're trying to do. So I have nothing to write about take a chill pill.... yes I am thinking..... yes, I know that's a crap idea. Just leave me alone for a minute you demanding shiyt you aren't helping me at all...... its as if my writing is just contaminating the whiteness..... pure, sweet, clear, virginal whiteness.... Like bird poo on a freshly squeejeed windshield my words are pushed out and splattered all over the perfectly pristine screen........ That little eraser icon at the top isn't helping at all either. Staring me in the face "erase this crap" it says "are you sure you need that sentence? And that one? Look this obviously isn't working how about you erase it all and start again." and they make it grey too... sneaky bastards trying to make it look like its not taking sides "The Friendly Eraser"... Poser.... I see right threw you you little shit............
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hmmm so what should I write about?............. I have this little mole on my stomach and I think my doctor really wants to chop it off. Not because its cancerous or something I think he just feels it takes away from stomachs overall perfect look. He kind of pouted when I said I wanted to keep it. Why are people soo obsessed with physical perfection? I'm kind of attached to it I think. Is attachment a good thing? My mother has been reading this book about mice and cheese and little people in a maze which got me thinking about my take on attachment the other day. I've always attached attachment with the work of the devil. I think one should always avoid getting attached to anything, because 1. You aren't even left with your body when you're dead, 2. In the grand scheme of things nothing is really "yours".... You're just sort of borrowing it for a while and its bound to pass out of your hands sooner or later + it robs you of objectivity and grand-schemely thoughts. I think this is one of those ill-defined philosophies that I live by. I think its even safe to say that I take pride in feeling this way. And knowing that, equipped with this, if I were to freakishly loose everything I owned I would be able to check my vengeance and have the wisdom and clarity to let it all go and start afresh. Whenever this feeling dominates my day I feel.... Stoic, clear headed, somewhat wise, and secure. And I'm thinking along the lines of loosing material objects not children or parents cause that involves love and well but then again I don't think you necessarily need to be attached to them to love them... actually I firmly agree that you don't and shouldn't be attached to anything whatsoever. The white isn't bugging me anymore. I guess I could live without the mole...... but then my belly button would be the only thing to look at when scratching my belly. And they match each other soo nicely. one is a big hole and the other is like a little sidekick mound just checking out what's top side.......
hmmmmmm....... maybe all this attachment bulux is a defense mechanism...... I do move around a lot. This is getting hairy. but then every opinion that one holds that points them in a positive direction of thought can be seen as euphamistic and non face-the-whole-truth-ative. No that's stupid. Screw it I think the mole is cool. You never know, it could become a trend to have one next to your belly button, like Madonna's lip-mole.
hmmmmm. I'm hungry...... mmmmm blood red plumbs!!!
Salaam,
Doons.