(also posted to alt.poly)
Since I know I'm going to have to slog through 200 spam subject lines a day in my "block" folder, I've started to consider the exercise as a sort of affirmation. My "block" folder is a universe where everyone can have exactly the body parts they want, have as much sex as they want with whoever they want to have it with, have as much money and drugs as they want, work at home, have lots of friends who want to talk to them and trust them with huge amounts of cash, have lots of people looking at their web pages, have access to free cable and the innards of their DVDs, get fabulously cheap mortgages, win lots of prizes, and so on.
Nice universe if you can afford it...
Since I know I'm going to have to slog through 200 spam subject lines a day in my "block" folder, I've started to consider the exercise as a sort of affirmation. My "block" folder is a universe where everyone can have exactly the body parts they want, have as much sex as they want with whoever they want to have it with, have as much money and drugs as they want, work at home, have lots of friends who want to talk to them and trust them with huge amounts of cash, have lots of people looking at their web pages, have access to free cable and the innards of their DVDs, get fabulously cheap mortgages, win lots of prizes, and so on.
Nice universe if you can afford it...
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I adore new ways of thinking about things!
I don't think I've ever told anyone my imagery of chocolate Easter bunnies. See, when I was a kid I didn't like the idea of eating something personified, so I got this idea that eating the chocolate somehow sets a real bunny free, piece by piece as you eat it. So that in a sweet green field of bunny heaven, there would be this chocolate statue with real ears twitching in the spring breeze, then after a while his eyes and nose would be real and he could see and hear, and so on until the chocolate was all gone.