The Guf Is Empty
Seymour Butz (1575 -1632), The Temptation of the Reach Around, 1627, Oil on canvas, 91 cm x 77 cm, @ Djicksmuseum, Amsterdamnit
In the Jewish faith, The Guf is the Well of Souls, the source from which all new children are born.
In the movie The Seventh Sign, the uber-creepy Jurgen Prochnow explains to the sexy-pregnant Demi Moore that "the Guf is empty". There are no more souls available. Her child will be the first child to be born without a soul. The Anti-Christ. 
That is the trigger for the opening of The Seven Seals of Revelations and the end of the world.
Well, my Guf is empty. I got nuthin'.
I've become the slightly creepy and ancient next door neighbor who keeps telling you the same stories over and over again. Between stories I tend to spontaneously yell "HEY YOU KIDS! GET AWAY FROM THERE! I'M CALLING THE POLICE!"
I'll come up with an idea for a post and then do a search on my blog and find out that I already posted about that.
Fuck me running!
What really sucks ass is that the previous post is generally a lot more clever and edgier than what I had planned to say this time around. I'm deteriorating.
Oh wait! I see where I left that post with a teaser about my appearance in "Adam at Six A.M."
Holy shit! I guess The Guf has at least one more soul in it.
CANCEL ARMAGEDDON! NEW POST COMING!!
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6 comments:
LOL! I know there is stuff in that shaved dome of yours. You just not finding the right trigger to tap into it.
Have you set up Google Reader yet?
C'mon Xavier. I bet you can do it. I always look forward to what you come up with.
Scared me. Thought maybe you were leading up to a resignation or something. Don't fuck with me like that.
True story: This past week we'd decided that maybe we were up to eating some meat (long story but basically Baby Jesus had come between us and meat).
I stopped at the grocer on the way home and, as I chose my ground beef, a voice deep in my head - the one that hangs out by the comic books - said:
"The 90/10 and above are too lean. Tasteless. Below 85/15 it's just too much fat and grease. So 85/15 is perfect."
So 85/15 it was.
The point is that I would read your shopping list and enjoy it.
spyder - there ain't nuthin' up in there! KNOCK KNOCK! here that empty, hollow sound? it's the sound you get from a mostly ripe mellon but with a bad spot somewhere inside.
and yeah, i'm all up in google reader. the time i save by not reading unupdated blogs is spent dwelling on my own suckage and how much i suck.
the steve - nope. i still got nuthin'. but thank you for your ill placed confidence.
stink - sometimes you scare me a little. despite my overly verbose, rambling, "stream of conscienceness" presentations of every scrap of evidence i can muster, you don't seem to grasp just how much i suck.
i'll try harder.
i'm now officially turning the suckage knob up to 11.
look out!
unrelated to this post; a free easter egg for you!
HERE
I think it's called cabin fever...
Spring will clear the cobwebs.
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