Current mood:	maybe
Current music:	Atreyu

Another possibility is to encrypt the memory of the replicators in such a way that any changed copy-
“That’s my alter ego. In Spain.”
Eschatology literally means the study of the eschaton, the times of the end, 'last things', or 'end times.' In Zoroastrianism, Christianity, Rastafari, and in Norse pagan theology, eschatology is a theology concerning the end of the world, as predicted in the prophecies of these faiths, and as recorded in their sacred texts. It can also be the study of general afterlife concepts of other religions, especially the western monotheistic faiths. In this broader sense, eschatology can refer to the messiah, a messianic era, the afterlife, and the soul in religions which have such beliefs.
The word is derived from Greek eskhatos meaning last, furthest, remote, with the root ex — "out of";
Awesome anal Cunt song titles…
1. "Easy E Got AIDS From Freddie Mercury"
2. "I Like Drugs and Child Abuse"
3. "Rancid Sucks (And The Clash Sucked Too)"
4. "You Rollerblading Faggot"
5. "I Intentionally Ran Over Your Dog"
6. "Your Kid Committed Suicide Because You Suck"
7. "You Robbed a Sperm Bank Because You're a Cum Guzzling Fag"
8. "Being Ignorant Is Awesome"
9. "You're Pregnant, So I Kicked You In the Stomach"
10. "I Got an Office Job For the Sole Purpose of Sexually Harassing Women"
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Also I ordered KAOSPILOT from amazon-dot-com. They rule. I have to wait for ever to get it though.
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.Here’s a short story.
The Excuse
“The guys from Copy Cop came up behind us knocked us out. The hit us with those slapjack things so they could sell us into white slavery. When we finally woke up we were half way to Thailand. We fought our way off the boat and after jumping over board we swam for the nearest island. It was deserted so we cut down a bunch of trees and set sail for home but a storm blew us off course and we ended up in Japan where we took jobs as sushi chefs to make ends meet and hopefully save up some money to get out of the country. But it turns out the guy we worked for owed money to the yakuza and his place was burned down by a grease fire which is funny because it’s sushi and we served it raw. So we took off after getting jumped by like, 50 yakuza thugs in an alley and we stowed aboard a ferry shipping panty hose to main land china. The man who owned the boat was being investigated for hiring illegal aliens and so when the Chinese immigration office opened the crates and found us they arrested him on the spot. We managed to slip away and with the profits we made from selling the panty hose on the black market we were able to book passage to a small mining town in eastern Siberia, where we worked as city snow removal technicians spending our off time learning Russian and pit fighting. With our winnings we were able to parlay passage on a soviet nuclear sub that was leaving for a close recon of American waters. We washed out the latrines and picked dead fish of the upper decks until we were attacked by a 300 foot giant squid that dragged the boat to the briny depths. Luckily we were above decks when the squid attacked so we were able to fend off the tentacles using our wits and a rusty claw hammer and swim to safety. We were picked up by a Green Peace boat that had been trying to find evidence of the endangered giant albino squid, so we told them we had been attacked by one but that it had happened way east of here just off the American coast. So when we were in sight of the coast we stole a life boat and paddled like hell. But when we came ashore we realized we’d jumped too early and that we were actually in Mexico. We knew this because every one was Mexican and spoke Spanish. So with the remaining money we had and the guns we’d stolen from the Green Peace fanatics we paid a man named Ernesto Aureliano Garcia Manuel Brigadadon del fiesta de Santa Maria to smuggle us across the American border. But the dogs caught wind of us just north of the border and we had to run for it. We caught on to a north bound cargo train and then hitchhiked from Chicago to New York where we washed windows for ten bucks a pop and sold marijuana on the side to little old ladies with glaucoma. We finally earned enough money to take the Chinatown bus back when the yakuza caught back up with us and we had to run for it. We ran all the way from Madison Square Garden to the Fleet Center losing them some where around Worcester.”

“So that’s why you’re an hour and half late getting back from lunch?”
“As far as I can remember, Yes.”
‘A lesser man may not have believed you, but I do. Now you two take the rest of the day off and I’ll call those guys over at Copy Cop to talk about their shifty business practices.”
more poetry on it's way. right now, Meeting w/ Prof. Marchant
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DJ:wake.up.blackness.and.the.missing.sky.say.so.much.about.you.