Cerebral Compost - Julian Brontë Glenn
Thoughts, Dreams & Diversions
SATURDAY, MAY 01, 2021
Observations, Conversations and Thoughts from late 2014
We all look gross at death, no matter how hot we looked as a living entity, as corpses, we're all dead ugly.
The king of rock and roll died on the crapper.
The coolest man alive, forever remembered as a bloated bag of meat, blood and poop. The crooner on the crapper.
Where were his Angels, his subscribers? Rather than having a Twitter following, he is rewarded with a body of misinformed African Americans, exploited by a system Elvis barely understood, full of of displaced anger, and I'll- informed demanding recompense for egregious exploitation from a man who barely understood the recording process.
Different ways of dying. Suicide
At least when you off yourself you can dress up for the occasion. Something suicide chic.
I don't often drink beer. But, when I do, I prefer to get shit faced. The most interesting man in his head.
I ate some Mexican last night. Now I've got herpes
I left my poem, at home
Person 1: Why does everything happen to me?
Person 2: Because that way, none of us get hurt.
I'm single. (Crowd applauds and whoops) I assume your applauding the fact that there is almost no chance taht I'll ever procreate.
Put your money where your mouth is? I say, put your mouth where my money is.
My girl Serrina. She is of negroid extraction. I think I can say extraction, since I'm dating a darkie.
Guest arriving at a church Potluck supper: I may have brought more food then necessary, so please, once you've eaten your fill, think of the starving children in my basement.
There are no stupid questions. Yes there are, the Internet provides us with 1,000,000's of examples
There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers... they are also on the Internet.
Q. Where do we go when we die?
A. Any answer doesn't say in the ground to feed worms, is an idiotic answer.
I was abroad for 3 months last year. Now I'm a dude again.
He was born a man, but died abroad.
Epitaph- He filled his life with painted whores, now fills this grave with weeping sores. ( Or, and thus succumbed to weeping sores. )
If you can quote more biblical verses than you can passages from Tolkien's work, or even Peter Jacksons horrific butchering of his works,.. You are fucked.
People think they are entitled to an audience or following just because they own a "device".
#antisocial
Where'd you get that?
The Internet.
I find that quip both saddening and profound.
There is no need to establish a relationship with any of your local merchants anymore - just purchase it from some pixel on your phone.. The corner store is a UPS truck. And soon to be a 3d printer in your garage. I don't care what generation you're from, that's sad.
#getanofflinelife
#getofflinegetalife
A guy dives to the Poseidon/Titanic and steals an experimental battery. He was chartered with possessions of a salty battery.
What's your opinion on this? Do you think I ask to many people their opinions?
Chinese restaurant. Waiter asks, you like live squid? I do in fact like squid, or calamari as I call it. I was not how over ware that calamari came live, ever. I thought they were made like donuts.
I've noticed that when you look kinda funny, hard to pigeon hole. People will usually give you the PC friendly happy holidays greeting/ farewell, except for the Philipinos. They will wish an Hasidic Jew a merry Christmas , and throw in a Hail Mary Am I rite?
Agnus strange
Corona goon
Cromagnon
Toad.
Ultimate spinach
Geek is so mainstream chique clique it's fine to search for sexy elf. Not sexy elf costume, just sexy elf. Like what kind of elf? A gay elf? Or more correctly a bisexual elf, by which I mean a run of the mill Rivellon inspired Fay
"What if it's a girl?"
That is about the only time it's OK, to refer to a human child as "it". "It's a boy!", is fine printed on a cigar wrapper, but when you see a young Mum pushing a pram and enquire, "What is it?" - not so cool.
I wanna a new FakeBook.
One where I tattle about the douches I know on FB.
Video games have become applications. They have an expected GUI. Keep the mana bar bottom center screen. wtf.
So, when was it that we decided soldiers didn't need armour? We used to send them off to battle astride a steed in full plate, when all they were facing was a rusty old sword, a pine shield and maybe a mace. Now we dress them in cotton camo, seat them in a canvas roofed street legal Hummer and request that they stop IED shrapnel. The cop in the liquor store, most likely has more Kevlar, then our kids in Kandahar.
Why are Jews so funny, but their religion is so dark.
Talking out of your ass. Crazily difficult. Multiple operations, zoning violations. I didn't wanna live above or below people talking out of their asses. Are you you talking shit?
Think outside the pussy.
RL saves. Like just before you speak to that really hot girl, or guy, or hamster, or whatever you're into. Hit save.
All cats do is look around the room for the next thing to kill. Even when they seem affectionate with you, they're still just toying with their next kill. Who does that. Some serial killers play with their victims after death. We don't adopt serial killers into our houses.
At this age, I dont want a soul-mate, I want a a coffee mate, and by that I mean a bunch of chemicals to throw into my coffee, not some asshole to drink coffee with.
Why we have all those nerve endings in our assholes. If we didn't we would never be able to tell a soft shit from a hard one.
The distinction between a hard shit and your ass blowing water is often the difference between needing a little more fibre in your bod and having e-Bola.
First cross donor skin graft. Guy is looking at some hole in his body and decides that this dead body over here doesn't need all that flesh.
If life is a gift it should come with a receipt. I mean what if it doesn't fit? I can't breath in this thing. Or for our Hindu friends, I already had this one.
Remember when you used to threaten to send an angry letter? And if you did you paid for that right to voice your opinion. Do they still have stamps, I mean that's still a thing right? It's so easy now with the Internet. Some people would say that's a good thing, it's opened opinions up to the rest of us. No, it's opened it up to every asshole too stupid to lick a stamp and address an envelope.
Band name: Quite Frankly Frightening.
Next time anyone asks where you're from: Val Royeaux, Orlais.
Because Mos Espa, Tatooine U.S. Just not believable.
Yes, blacks in America are second class's citizens. You are the by-product of that system. You will all ways be the product of that American equation. Just like a dumb white kid in Indiana will always be a slave to his job at Taco Bell.
They should star putting the antidote right on the food. I mean a bag of chops, an order of poutine should already include whatever miracle drug will lower my cholesterol / blood pressure. In fact the fuckers making thus 'crack" should pay for the drugs inclusion.
First period. Cave girl with blood dripping down her legs. She's ripe for the picking. Cotton or wool? Well wool most likely. If is wool what do Sherpa' use for condoms? So you shear them for pads and then skin them for skins?
I now pronounce you Man and Wife. Man and slave? What is Wifery? Subservient speech from a dead age.
Tens years into Christianity guy asks, '"so my wife wants to stick her finger in my ass" is that cool? Who would you ask? We are inventing this shit, there are no elders. T
Let's ask our kneaded, Jesus. Oh, he's dead. No, but he rose. Yeah but he apparently rose as a mute. "Hey, Jesus, your in my heart tell me what to do" wait for you're own conscience to tell you what to do. Wtf.
So, If your actually believe in eternal life, why would it be a sin to kill someone? Your moving them closer to God. Ahh, but you are then playing God. You're ruining his enjoyment of watching you suffer for seventy plus years.
What if that first life you ever extinguished, the bug you squished or the ant you fried beneath a magnifying glasses glare - defines you, categorizes you? You are a killer.
You preformed an act, you were a "dick". Yin. You either get fucked or you are the fucker. Stop being a dick, or stop being a pussy. Those are the only choices. Then the whole rant about why are pussies the ones that take it all in, the receptacles, but when you call some one a dick it's like high giving them. A compliment. Dicks make shit happen.
So a woman is knocked up for 9 months. She can't fight, she's useless in a mans eyes. But she can teach, and preach and shape the best generations thoughts. Pretty powerful.
Did any one ever put brick to mortar in Africa.
Gone just like that, like a vaporous fart.
So, when was it that we decided soldiers didn't need armour? We used to send them off to battle astride a steed in full plate, when all they were facing was a rusty old sword, a pine shield and maybe a mace. Now we dress them in cotton camo, seat them in a canvas roofed street legal Hummer and request that they stop IED shrapnel. The cop in the liquor store, most likely has more Kevlar, then our kids in Kandahar.
Why is there no undo in notes?
How messed is it that with a plane ticket, and the desire, I could be in a shit hole of a place within 6 hours, stare at their suffering and then jet back to Manhattan?. A regime that I've only ever read about in the Tines. A reality I've never realized.
If we're all wrong, that's all right.
You may have noticed this (indicates pink rubber chick cancer band) on my wrist. My ex-wife had cancer last year, she's her tonight in fact (point out the bitch sone how ) anyways, I promised not to cut this off until the bitch died. .??
Why is it that when a writer dies mid-thought it's perfectly fine for a sub to step in and finish their work, but if a painter were to pass away mid-stroke, one would never consider bringing in another to finish their piece? Same can be said for composers. I say composers, because it's perfectly fine to bring in alts (if unfamiliar with that term go okay an MMO once ffs) to complete a lineup in a rock band. Cough, cough, Filipino Steve Perry.
You are not a "nerd" because you work at Staples and understood my reference to your being a "Red shirt" and surely the first to die. You are a dork, because I knew more about , what you're supposed to know about, then I care about.
I really don't think I'm superficial. Maybe midficial? A little ficial? Actually, barely ficial. Super models, they're superficial. They can afford to be. No one gives a shit if these people can do calculus. Hell, no one gives a shit if they can recite the alphabet beyond their bra size.
Me: What's that you're drinking?
It: Wine? (implied question marks and dizzy chick voice)
Me: Excellent. (tents fingers maniacally)
E smoking vs RL smoking. Here's your choices: do something you know will fuck you up, or something that might fuck you up. The reports aren't in yet on the later, but here's the lowdown. It's propylene glycol, a vegetable solvent commonly used in windshield wiper fluid, or as an additive to stop things like Popsicles from fully freezing or your mind from fully developing, and more importantly it's what creates stage smoke. And nobody ever took a fog gun and purposely put it to their lips and sucked on it like it was a?,..ya know what? there doesn't always have to be a succinct simile. Sometimes it's just what it is and you either get it, or ya don't. "So, I'm balls deep in this gorgeous blonde, and it's like,.." It's like being balls deep in a gorgeous blonde, I get it! Can we move on?
And frankly, I don't see how inhaling propylene glycol blah blah blah ...
One must always remember, there is no I in me, and no U in team, and no me in you, due primarily
to school board regulations and ridiculously tight clothing with far too many buttons and zippers and,..but there is a Q in hell. It's cool we can cut in line, I know the doorman.
I don't care if you want to stick your lead protagonist from Toy Story in my other main character from Toy Story. Your Woody in my Buzz Lightyear.
Ex halted plains ll 11 mobs.
I live as an unabashed mastrubator, er, bachelor. I knew it had an or., and it wasn't doctor.
Why I don't dust. We are dust. We came from dust. We return to dust. So maybe that's someone either coming or going. And even if it's someone going, if I leave it long enough it may very well become someone again. Or at the very least something.
Posted by CyberChrist - Mokesh - Julian Glennat 6:00 AM
All by myself
This the first Christmas without the parents on the planet, yet all their earthly Xmas raiments surround and almost smother me.
Posted by CyberChrist - Mokesh - Julian Glennat 5:27 AM
WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 19, 2018
Life
Life can't be wasted. It's like spending tickets at an amusement park. One can choose to ride Space Mountain or Death Drop. You have a finite amount of tickets to spend and you can either play it safe or scare the shite out of yourself along life's finite ride. I prefer to be frightened.
- Julian Patrick Brontë Glenn
Posted by CyberChrist - Mokesh - Julian Glennat 6:50 PM
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2018
Firm Foundation - Julian Bronte Patrick Glenn w/ Guitar by the mighty Brian Kendall
The words of false prophets will lead you astray.
There's only one truth come Judgement Day.
No turning back, the mold is cast.
Your future's been decided based on your past.
The valleys are low and the mountains high,
The trick is to climb until the day you die.
It's summit's your goal, gift and prize.
You've got to walk through hell to paradise.
Hear with your heart see with spiritual eyes,
Using your gifts to discern the lies.
Faith is the key, self doubt the lock,
So get your feet of the sands and on to the rock.
Of a Firm Foundation.
Steady your course, set your navigation.
Man's situation, calls for the need,
Of a Firm Foundation.
So many roads but only way to turn.
We're only given so many years to learn.
Who is the Master, who is the Mime.
Your rose coloured glasses,
Keep you blind.
You wallow in your sin like a pig in the mire.
You're chasing the dragon,
'got your hands in his fire.
The Master is calling,
Heed his voice.
Turn your ship around,
While you've still got the choice.
Hear with your heart see with spiritual eyes,
Using your gifts to discern the lies.
Faith is the key, self doubt the lock,
So get your feet of the sands and on to the rock.
Of a Firm Foundation.
Steady your course, set your navigation.
Man's situation, calls for the need,
Of a Firm Foundation.
There comes a time,
In everybody's life.
When the answers that we seek,
Can't be found.
Seems like like staring,
At a blank wall.
Caught in a circle,
We go round and round and round.
Repeat Chorus.
Outro
Posted by CyberChrist - Mokesh - Julian Glennat 7:21 AM
SUNDAY, APRIL 30, 2017
Their Song
In a smoky bar room,
On the south side of the city,
A man sits alone, whisky glass in his hand,
Staring at the ceiling.
He's been sitting here for hours,
Just trying to ease his pain.
It's gonna be a long time.
'till he's back on his feet again.
He waltzes alone,
To the sound of the music on the jukebox,
A tear in his eye,
He recognizes the song,
Memories start to haunt him.
Lost lovers and long lost brothers,
Drowning in a whisky sea.
It's gonna be a long time,
Until his memories set him free.
Every song that was playing,
Was their song.
Yeah, it used to be our song too.
Every song that was playing,
Was their song,
Posted by CyberChrist - Mokesh - Julian Glennat 1:35 PM
SATURDAY, JUNE 13, 2015
When Irony becomes iconic, it's no longer ironic.
Feeling catty --
When Irony becomes the standard, it fails to be ironic. Lets carry this over to your "standard" of dress -- You are no longer wearing that button, bandanna, hat or apricot scarf because its ironic or iconic, it's simply moronic: an uninspired affectation that in no way represents you "dude".
Posted by CyberChrist - Mokesh - Julian Glennat 8:37 PM
FakeBook 101 - An Introduction to the Social Sarlacc Pit
Gotta love FB -- welcome to the world of borrowed wit, recycled rubbish and false sentiment. Where mutual acquaintances try to outshine each other's cut and paste cutisms and mindless memes.
Separate thought:
When Irony becomes the standard, it fails to be ironic. Lets carry this over to your "standard" of dress -- You are no longer wearing that button, bandanna, hat or apricot kerchief because its ironic or iconic, it's simply moronic: an uninspired affectation that in no way represents you "dude".
Posted by CyberChrist - Mokesh - Julian Glennat 5:53 PM
SATURDAY, MAY 30, 2015
Love is a shelter
I still remember your touch,
Whispered nothings that meant so much.
I still remember your fire,
Your giving soul, selfless desire.
I still remember your love,
Morning Star; Angel from above.
I still remember your kiss,
Your perfume lingers on nights like this.
Love is a shelter,
Where we all can run.
Love is a shelter,
With room for everyone.
Inside your heart,
There's a place
We can start.
And we won't be lonely anymore.
Love is a shelter,
Where we all can run and hide.
I still remember you friend,
The endless moments in time we'd spend.
I still remember your smile.
Your timeless grace and your ageless style.
I still remember your taste,
Your slow caress; free of haste
I still remember your sighs,
The flames of love within your eyes.
Love is a shelter,
Where you and I can run.
Love is a shelter,
With room for everyone.
Inside your heart,
There's a place we can start.
And we won't be lonely anymore.
Love is a shelter,
Where you and I can run and hide.
I still remember your touch,
Those whispered nothings that meant so much.
I still remember your fire,
Your giving soul, selfless desire.
I still remember your love,
Morning Star; Angel from above.
I still remember your kiss,
Your perfume lingers on nights like this.
Love is a shelter,
Where we all can run.
Love is a shelter,
With room for everyone.
Inside your heart,
There's a place,
We can start.
And we won't be lonely anymore.
I said,
Love is a shelter,
Where we all can run and hide.
From the pain,
All the lies,
And the shame,
And we won't be lonely anymore,
I still remember you friend,
Suspended moments in time we've spent.
I still remember your smile.
Your timeless grace and your ageless style.
I still remember your taste,
Your slow caress; free of haste
I still remember your sighs,
The flames of love within your eyes.
Love is a shelter,
Where we all can run.
Love is a shelter,
With room for everyone.
Inside your heart,
There's a place we can start.
And we won't be lonely anymore.
Love is a shelter,
Where we all can run and hide.
Posted by CyberChrist - Mokesh - Julian Glennat 12:36 PM
FRIDAY, MAY 29, 2015
David Foster Wallace
Irony is ruining our culture, or is it illiteracy?
If it were illiteracy you couldn't read this,
and therefore would miss its irony.
Julian Bronte Glenn
Posted by CyberChrist - Mokesh - Julian Glennat 8:06 PM
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