Among my many other feelings about what's happening in Egypt, I'm sick to death of all the empty platitudes.
Still, I've been getting this song stuck in my head a lot.
And the song, though still really good, may be the emptiest platitude of all.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Belial Orange
Wouldn't that make a good band name?
This orange, with its undeveloped tiny orange twin poking out of its bottom, reminded me of this movie:
The thing in the basket (way more ill-tempered than the orange twin) is named Belial. Belial communicates telepathically with the the young fellow who, as a child, snuck Belial out of the trash heap after it/he had been forcibly surgically removed from his side. Then the guy somehow managed to hide Belial in a basket, feeding and caring for him/it, until he grew up and left home. Belial is full of rage and spends the whole movie on a vengeful and gory murder spree.
All he really needed was love. I feel like I should go check now if that orange peel is still in the trash. Maybe I should be on the lookout for a tiny basket.
This orange, with its undeveloped tiny orange twin poking out of its bottom, reminded me of this movie:
The thing in the basket (way more ill-tempered than the orange twin) is named Belial. Belial communicates telepathically with the the young fellow who, as a child, snuck Belial out of the trash heap after it/he had been forcibly surgically removed from his side. Then the guy somehow managed to hide Belial in a basket, feeding and caring for him/it, until he grew up and left home. Belial is full of rage and spends the whole movie on a vengeful and gory murder spree.
All he really needed was love. I feel like I should go check now if that orange peel is still in the trash. Maybe I should be on the lookout for a tiny basket.
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