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‘The freakish dance in waves to music of humming roar of Dante’s inferno as gateway to the interior, where the masses progress towards a massive unification of force and motion into the “titanization†of humanity, and into the shape of alloys and artificial means to manipulating progress toward the end goal…’
Today is court day in T-minus one hour and counting, anxious to see if the judge will accept my plea, but difficult to say…I am currently unemployed, even with a college degree I’m a bum, but I’m looking for income with a focus and intent to better myself and my surroundings…It is tough to nail down all those details that are required to be human, one of those aspects to life that we must deal with is the law, and how interesting it is that our society tries to arrange itself for the betterment of American-kind…When the average citizen of the world population is Chinese, and paranoia is the stark-raving madness that we must be aware of, there is so much out there that is difficult to avoid…Planes, trains, and automobiles confront us with their speed, and we beat …
…is such a lackluster thing. Working for nearly minimum wage, writing music when ever possible, or inspired, rarely though do those things coincide…. but then I’m not starting from the beginning am I?
I suppose to start from the very beginning would be fruitless and you’d lose interest somewhere along the way, while I ramble on and on about the happenings of my 11th and 12th years of existence here on this plane. So I’ll take a page from George Lucas and start talking when the talking gets good, and maybe if you’re interested, I’ll tell you the prequel later.
His name was Jake, and one day there he was sitting next to me in my homeroom class at Burr Road here in podunk no-fucking-where. I introduced myself to him, and we became friends slowly through the course of that year. …
the torment is a grand feeling to take hold of, like one’s own destiny, and so utterly rewarding to pursue consciously…you don’t need to think to know that you stand here, lost, and tempest gives out no nifty maps to guide you along…i am unwilling to share this lunacy that i covet for my own…you need to cultivate your own block of cheese…the stinging insects surround me, and my young’uns, to take care of the agony…moving the fecal hordes like a succulent sexual wind that takes care of the pain…passing blood through the genitals in extreme fits of passionate abandon…cake and cheese…the excitement of deliciousness that will filter through intestines to colon, and outward into the bliss of my fist…your toilets mean nothing to me…your rage at shaking my filthy hands is my thrilling emotion…my mind bends a protracted …
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‘Following a method of interpreting others moods and actions as we try to accurately interpret our own moods through actions, and those few thoughts that pertain to getting a point across.’
Do you think you can yourself a person?…A human being?… Well, this has just got to go. We can’t stand here spending time away being so polite that we all just must die! What existence is this to inflict upon everyone else?…Is that a fair and just world? A place where the innocent are not even born anymore, but lost, somewhere in the haze of all the emotions. This percolating distrust that everyone seems to enjoy degenerating others with, fancying themselves wizards of the world’s ways, and delighting in utmost torture without another’s consent. A grim substance of pain that should have its end crushed underfoot, preferably by someone in a boot, and one of the mangle all type of footwears, too! Like outta some movie, or something. We distract ourselves for the real issues all the time, ingraining …
music — literature — fine art — cinema — thought
…these are a few of the favorite things.
there are few things eye can think of that are compelling to me anymore…one of those things is thinking about thought, and how they channel the energies necessary to compel the world to move…not simple, small scale attempts at understanding, but grand and epic cosmic questions on the essence of growth…all link to each other in some way that lies unknown to most of us, concepts to foundation ideas to scaffolding to the structure itself, and yet we keep hitting the invisible wall that breaks the logical quest into mighty gaps in efficiency…emotional conflict, a self-possessed culture and society, and the butting of heads together is a constant volley of trauma…some few of us take it upon themselves to begin to solve these riddles, but too few of them really ever understand anything about any psyche other than their …
“All men are homosexual, some turn straight. It must be very odd to be a straight man because your sexuality is hopelessly defensive. It’s like an ideal of racial purity.”
~Derek Jarman; british director, writer, artist and activist.