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| Articles about Nothingness |
| On Nothingness | | 2008-03-19 07:00:00 | | Amidst all the hubbub and rigmarole of his day to day life, Rickey had completely forgotten that he had a blog entrusted to his care to maintain. And because we’ve developed a begrudging respect for the scores of pederasts, moonbats, and transients that comprise our loyal readership, we’ve decided that now is the time to lay our cards on the table and fess up to the truth. The truth is that Rickey is suffering from creative bankruptcy as of late. How did Rickey’s unfathomably deep well of inspiration run dry? Well, allow Rickey to elaborate upon the matter.You see, recently, Rickey joined a gym and is now actively trying to get back in shape. After a week of membership with the NYSC, we noticed that a curious side effect took place. After strapping himself into various ominous looking devices of physical punishment and partaking in the great American tradition of puritanical self flagellation that encompasses the fitness culture, Rickey found that his desire to blog had severely | | By: Riding With Rickey | | |
| | Being, Nothingness and The Band Meme | | 2008-01-16 07:49:56 | | Kuanyin left on comment on my last post asking if I did memes and tagging me if I did. My response was to shout at my monitor, curl up in a fetal position, suck my thumb for 30 minutes then throw my computer out the window. After I went out and bought a replacement computer, [...] | | By: The Frog Bog | | |
| | Knock Part One: Nothingness | | 2006-11-08 15:38:00 | | There is no concept quite as hard for a human to comprehend as nothingness.When confronted with void, minds fall back in horror, gooseflesh forming on the very nerve endings that are struggling to convey to us this message: there is nothing there.While some people may believe nothing, it is impossible to believe in nothing.Mari woke up at the first cry crackling through the baby monitor. It was 1:07 a.m. Tuesday night. Stephen would not be back from his route for three days. She was the only one who would hear the baby cry, the only one who would pull herself out of bed – as she did now – and walk down the short hallway to the second of three bedrooms, three bedrooms optimistically purchased in the hopes that they would be occupied. Three years later, two of the bedrooms had full-time residents. She hoped there would be a third.Austin, the baby, lay in his crib sniffling at her as she looked down at him in the dim glow of the nightlight. He had woken crying, gone from a sound sleep to a full cry and then dropping back to nothing in the few seconds it took her to get there. In the first few days of his existence, she had thought that his silence, the pattern (cry, silence) meant that he’d gone right back to sleep but she’d quickly learned by the time he was a week old that the silence was him gathering his breath and that there was a second round coming if she did not move quickly. So she did move quickly. It was day nine of his existence and she’d learned, and she’d tell Stephen about it when he got back, in three days. She picked Austin up now, and held him in her arms. He was tiny and too small to even wiggle much, laying in her forearm like nothing so much as a snuffly rolled-up blanket. She walked back down the hall to her room, sat down on the bed, picked up one of the premade formula bottles that she’d splurged on. Stephen was going to be gone so long, but at least he was earning extra money, and if she was going to have sole respon | | By: Under The Eyes Of God | | |
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