As a side note, this term was originally coined by yours truly while listening to "Porcelain", by Moby.
The scope of Decaf is broad, yet it references a very specific way of life; it hovers like a shadow of true authenticity in a commercialized world. The term Decaf aims for the depth of ancestral philosophies seeking Enlightenment and Virtue through a deeper understanding of the Self, yet it has the immediacy and availability of consumer goods/services in the modern Free Market. The Decaf way of life emphasizes some New Age values –spirituality, simplicity, holism, transcendence-, borrowed from ancient religions and cults, and satisfies the innate sense of peace and balance through readily purchasable products and services. The original values that they appeal to become exclusively one-dimensional, and the individual is endowed with an alternative, unorthodox identity grounded in Conformity and the lack of internal struggle. To be Decaf is to look for a false sense of self-fulfillment through ownership, trying to adapt the quest for Wisdom to daily life, rather than to adapt daily life to the quest of Wisdom.
The most Decaf thing you can imagine? Well, probably an executive with a ponytail, dressed in white linen, driving his Porsche 944 and listening to Pogo, heading for a meeting with Steve Jobs in a Zen Garden on top of a Mies Van Der Rohe skyscraper. Yikes!
The natural being conceived as the perfect, omnipotent and omniscient originator and ruler of the universe; defender of the free world; leader of legacy.
Originally a natural being, Neophytos is now an ideal stemming from the ancient greek bloodline, originating from God himself. Family fathers are believed to include (but are not limited to) Zeus, Alexander the Great, Archimedes, Leonardo da Vinci, Socrates, George Washington, Mahatma Gandhi, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, The Beatles, Michelangelo, Pablo Picasso, Isaac Newton, and Albert Einstein.
Amidst his transcendant performance, the crowd began to cheer "Neophytos, Neophytos, Neophytos," expressing their pleasure with is elegance and eloquence.
Short for Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. Best comic EVER. Created by Jhonen Vasquez. Johnny, Nny for short (pronounced "knee") is an insane, self-loathing serial killer who paints his victims blood on his basement wall so the monster on the other side can't escape. He has questioned his sanity many times. He also has a very strange hairstyle; most of it was burned off in Hell so it looks like two antenna. Never tick him off. Like I said he is insane. The slightest annoyance will drive him to murder you. But he is also very funny, like is Die-ary entires. He hates the word "wacky". He killed someone with a spork for calling him that. Now, you might think he just kills random people for the hell of it. He doesn't, mostly just douche bags.
As I mentioned, the creator is Jhonen Vasquez, also the creator of the Nickelodeon T.V. show Invader Zim. Another reason why parents didn't like the show was because they were aware of Jhonen's previous work (JtHM) and all its cursing and gore.
Nothing quite brings out the zest for life in a person like the thought of their impending death.more...
Wacky!? What the hell kind of word is that? WACKY!? I HATE that word!! Fewer words are as excruciatingly stupid!!! And used in description of me!! FOOK!
Dear Die-ary, today I stuffed some dolls full of dead rats I put in the blender. I'm wondering if, maybe, there really is something wrong with me.
Yes, yes, yes. I'm the one that's been killing all those people. But I'm also the creative force behind Happy Noodle Boy, so forgive me and shut up.
Killing someone who's bleeding to death. Fff...fuck, you people...you...how stupid you are. Resorting to the same old, monkey brutality, afraid to look up from your bloody dicks. Afraid of transcendence. Hey...your head looks like a potato. And how stupid was I? I, actually paid attention to you! Devoted precious thought to it. God...I used to love the noises I heard in my head. Hhh...I never should've left my room...my room, out there, I almost remember it. It's gone now...along with everything else...vanishing. Heh...potato.
No more stars... no... clouds... nothing... hsssss... It's such an easy thing to say you hate something... so easy to hate... what a piece of shit I am... I ca...can't believe I went the easy way... I thought I knew... I wish I knew something... anything. Ehhh... Actually... your head looks more like a reject jellybean
Dear Die-ary, today I found out on the inside... I'm pretty fuckin' ugly.
1 relating to or affecting the fundamental nature of extreme impressiveness; a far reaching and thorough great admiration, apprehension or fear or all of the above at once; relating to an excessive amount of the quality of being fashionably attractive or impressive.
2 the absolute best thing ever witnessed by anyone in all of the history of everything anywhere
1 the quality of being the above
"My god. That star that just went supernova giving birth to one billion winged unicorns pooping rainbows of interstellar infinity was radawesicool."
Note: Almost always uttered as hushed whisper of awe.
The act of extracting a metaprinciple from a paradox, conundrum or contradiction.
A biologist looks at a rabbit and an elephant. Are they the same? The contradiction is obvious, one is small and weak, the other large and strong. However, they share a metaprinciple, they are both mammals. This epiphany arrived through metatation.
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When something, measurable by either quality or quantity, can be relatively viewed as more than or better than "a lot." This superlative, with its dissension from modern English grammar, denotes a transcendence of scope and value.
Bro 1: "Hey, what do you think of my party?"
Bro 2: "I love it! The music rocks super a lot."
Bro 1: "Dude, how was your blind date last night?"
Bro 2: "You wouldn't be leave it, man. I had super a lot of fun with her. She's actually really nice."
Girl 1: "Have you tried my chili that I made?"
Girl 2: "I actually ate all of it. It was super a lot good, so I just couldn't help myself."
The state of being "it." The feeling of unnameable joy that accompanies a transcendent, quintessential experience.
The layered guitar picking and vocal melody of Big Star's "Thirteen" are perfect on their own, but when combined with the lyrics the song achieves something beyond perfection: a palpable itness.