the question becomes, of course, if you are paying attention, just what was going on in that comment section of that entry in that blog that is no more now that we can revisit it, albeit broken and backwards as I present it here in my own babbling way, randomly obscured by not merely my own injections of trivial nonsense and profound pointlessness, but reversed in polarity so as only those conversed in preceding reading and well rehearsed in the calendar (Gregorian or Julian, one of those two, I always get them confused) can actually piece together the true threads of meaning amidst the hieroglyphically inclined z0tls language (as if my distracting babbling and confusing presentation and melodic siren songs lulling you into a false sense of complacency and peaceful sanctuary as you sit meditatively in the lotus position while we charge little children one dollar a piece to look up your dress and all that was and were not enough)...

lasciate ogni speranza voi qu'entrate and...

are tantric bloRginators in here! to the person who has no idea how to post a bloRg/bloogie or put up a nekkid pic of the real real z0tl, you are more stupider than the z0tl who started this whole sharade.

lissn, the real experiment is really "lord of the fly"-esque. some spammer tell me what that book is all about. i say in the internet age it is about whether or not we are all SPAMMERS deep down inside. and evyl.

oh, i am such a (fag) downer! & you are such an upper! shut up and get to work already. it's only monday morning, after all.

whoever removed my pr0n lynk and replaced IT with that that llama lamo end of the internet bit is a fake z0tl. a real z0tl is always scatological & pr0nographic @heart.

howgh!

# posted by z0tl @ 10:13 AM 2 comments

yes, so now you understand as much as you can until you reread everything and sort out what you want to understand and then you will understand what you can understand... even more, even, ...

back from the world... an hour of searching for Precious... not searching for her as if she was lost, but searching the web... she's out with her friends for a birthday celebration... they were at Cocoa Beach to see the sunrise and will be at Siesta Key to see the sunset later and wanted to know how to get to Siesta Key... while putting the directions into an email that she can get on her phone, I searched and found official sunset times and weather forecasts and that lead to finding all sorts of cool stuff... but we're back now...

yes, back with the z0tls... just think, this guy must be important cuz he only has a single entry on any given day... previous entries are removed from the web and filed in a super secret location only known to three people outside of the z0tls and they're not telling because they don't know they know and if they did, they wouldn't tell anyway because it's just more fun to keep a secret hanging, ya know?...

and before we run off as if the previous selection from the z0tls was not as profound as it was, it was... the downfall, perhaps, was in it's brevity... not the post, but the experiment that the post was part of... the time allotted to the experiment was not long enough for people and other interested parties get involved... I completely missed the pr0n lynk... it was the end of the month, after all, and I have extra work at the end of the month so I was working and it was a Monday, after all, and I usually am not online much, if at all, on Mondays and just look how quickly it came and went...

alas...

is this a downer?... well, that's the whole idea of imitation as flattery, you see, and this tribute to the z0tl continuum and the brilliant, thought ever so short lived, experiment in anarchy was not around long enough for my playfully mad and tangent addled (not that addled starts with ADD) brain to get into and so, I lament and cheer simultaneously like those celebrating the live of someone at their funeral...

but maybe you didn't get the point and all this is foolish drama and if that's the case then good for you, you've become like one of them and you fit in well now... no more worries over being the only one in your class to get the deeper meanings of something, you can comfortably sit back and vege out... join a sorority, even... who knows, maybe you can even become a cheerleader...

but remember, save the cheerleader and save the world!...

and the truth is, I love cheerleaders... dearly, deeply, and dramatically... especially when I fantasize during sex or masturbatory games... hmmm, perhaps it's time again...

but first, let's conclude this bit of madness with the z0tls with a message from the head of z0tl himself, not yet severed, but well on it's way to being just as detached:

10.29.2006

BloRgs
hey all you wonderful people out there. i luv your bloRgs

(this is me z0tl, not a spammer)

# posted by z0tl @ 10:49 PM 4 comments

About Me
Name:Argh TooMuchW0rk
Location:Berkshire, England, United Kingdom
don\\\\'t remember

yes, you see, the real z0tl stood up and was counted on to be loving and supporting and not at all disconnected from the mainstream of blogger society... he told us exactly what we wanted to hear and we love him for it...

that'll get him...

meanwhile, Rasputin just walked in so this potential trip to other planets with the z0tl continuum, already abated by the call from Precious, is fizzling out into what could become a RealTime� entry (but we won't let that happen... what we will do is leave it unfinished, like most of the entries of the last few months and many of the pages of this lifetime)...

and on that note, I shall return...

. o O ( NOTES ARE THE NEW HAPPY PILL ) O o .
(just let me know you were here)