O is for outrageous…
Affinity for a trinity…
Skinny Puppy…Velvet Acid Christ…Mindless Self Indulgence…
Who are they, what are they, and what do they mean to me?
How would that sound?
Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin)… the Edge (U2)… Jack White (White Stripes)…
Might it really get that loud?…
Obama as Antichrist?
A better man could not have been found, but he has been haunting my dreams of late. Could he be that perfect person taking the apocalyptic role destined to proceed us to the end game? Is he really the fiend I might be implying? Only time will tell, and with the year 2012 fast approaching, it might just materialize as fact. Not a racist bone in me, I swear, but this change shit is a little too trippy for me. As most of our modern ancestors have been waiting for this step into innovation for ages. This civilization is coming to a frothy head, my darlings, and so on that note, this is only part of the beginning. As for the whole antichrist bit, what I am trying to get at is that Hey Seuss’ appearance on this plane …
“October Lust”
love in a laundromat where two people decide to share something about themselves, and choose to face an uncertain fate in the darkness of All Hallows Eve, with monsters and demons everywhere to tempt that fate.
objurgation 13.
this is the last time. i have fallen for a number of implausible schemes in my lifeline. the events of a future rooted in an adverse past beyond imagination’s caress. when sometimes all we have left is our imagination. integration into our new world to create a foundation for understanding ideas, and building satisfactory concepts all at once. a killer of a different grade and skill. we all resist the stasis that draws us inexorably toward the grave. to harshly rebuke the force of culture and generations of creative juices. we are doomed, but only insofar as to reject our time here. don’t reject the precious essence to control your own waves, and never underestimate your effect on this plane as well. this stellar tunnel, funnel if you will, but beyond this lies the zone of pure twilight. where …
One and one and one. (makes millions)
There are thoughts that pass through one’s mind that cannot be replicated by any other person’s mental patterns until far into the future….when such ideas may even be taboo or the absence of that…Thoughts that intrigue and even thrill the thinker into unknown territories inside time and space…No stoned rant is this, but merely the one of many ideas that filter through the dark mass that is my brain to work itself out through the keys in the keyboard at my fingertips…It may seem like a waste of time to write such abstract ponderings down upon the page, but I see it as a means of catharsis that is unattainable with endless pieces of paper and pens that run out of ink too easily…We are too easily lost within our own thoughts, and I am certainly one of those …
One more brick…
A little bit less abstract, eh?…Well, I have shaved my eyebrows off, and wonder what comical genius possessed me to do that to myself…I jokingly accept it, but feel freedom in freakishness, one more thing distorting a person’s viewpoint of me…Another thing distorting how I am perceived by a populace greatly unaware of my presence…Rich or poor, there is no need for chatting me up, and it quickly shows…Today, I wore a Pink Floyd T-shirt that made me think of the layer within the movie version of Pink Floyd’s ‘the Wall’, and how the lead character was eventually a burnt-out rock star turning into a musical fascist plague upon the world…I’ll be wearing my hat during work more often, I suppose…Did I mention that I am quite strange?…’dead voices on air’…Now I hear the A-Team theme song rolling along…Boundaries …
Can you catch ‘old’ from a toilet seat?
I have pondered this thought recently, and reached no new conclusions…There may be times when such things are possible, but these occasions don’t happen very often…Breaching the boundaries of logical reality to surpass time, leading to the inevitable debate of age as a disease, and how it wracks our populace…Being eternally ageless as I am, of mind at least, I can see that age is merely the affliction related to surviving a world as caustic as this one inside this animal flesh…Even the oxygen we take in to live, breaks down our systems, and pushes us to rust like our machines built from steel and iron…It isn’t pretty to be defiled by this painfully forceful part of nature, but what is it about our culture that says we need to feel guilty about our eventual collapse?…This is the case …