Monday, June 26, 2006

Agitated Annotation* (*Foot(loose)notes!)

Civilisation Stagnates. Reverse Progression.

There are so many cool things that make life sweet, such as music, movies, books, comics, paintings, buildings[1], friends, family, birds, beauty, understanding, nature itself, basically[2] any art[3].

But unfortunately any one of those things can (and do) turn to shit[4], and be completely unbearable. But the evil/ugly/unfortunate/lack of quality (or utility[5]) creeps in slowly as a small part of one generation, then develops hideously overtime into something abhorrent or it can just hit you… BAM[6](!!!) out of nowhere, out of left field, didn’t see THAT coming[7], actually thought completely the opposite was true. May have even thought previously that this event (or circumstance) was entirely impossible, it will never happen to me, you’ve never conceived even the possibility that this had any chance of occurring even with an enormous sample size[8] of gigantic proportions that dramatically increased as the universe expanded into a mostly empty; seems like its worthwhile, or has rhyme or reason, or a controlling force[9].But does it?[10]

Well we might as well pretend it does[11] or convince ourselves, until we have built a machine to tell us[12] if “God” exists, the meaning of truth[13] and the rest of it[14]. Proudly brought to you by someone with a hidden agenda[15].

Base intentions cost inventions[16]!

[1] Routines…? I mean whatever floats your boat. I bet some people would say feet!

[2] Basically? That’s just being understating for the sake of it!

[3] Your mum!

[4] Or were shit in the first place?

[5] Whatever the heck you want to call it bucko!

[6] Zoom! Kazow! Zod! Lisp! Piff!

[7] You know unexpected like…

[8] More than 25

[9] If such a thing did not exist it would be necessary to create one.

[10] Obviously a rhetorical question or an invitation to state your own belief system.

[11] For now at least.

[12] Once and for all!

[13] 45.6 recurring to the power of Pi (bad joke, if it can be called that…)

[14] Stuff!

[15] Hidden from themselves.

[16] Normal lending criteria applies; please consult your doctor before entering into any rapid weight-loss regime. May contain nuts. Does not mean anything!

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Unexploited Resource

Pled the Fifth...
Didn't mean to stir up controversial
whens the next Renaissance?
are we in the dark ages...
1984 all over again winston
last refuge of the
negative inspiration, inspirational negativity?
dont come to me when kitchens burnt
bathwater coulda put it out
less sense made
for you!

Monday, June 19, 2006

The Pit of Distraught.

Contradict myself more than I agree
Too many complications to be bothered with
Not even really pursuing what you want
Subconsciously sabotaging your own enterprises
Well that’s me!
Hate each other for the same reasons
And rhymes
Fell like I want to end it
But unsure of what follows
A bit like a gamble:
Stick with what you have?
Or… give that up for something…
That could be even worse
If I’m so fucken smart why can’t I do anything to stop it?
I can analyse the shit out of everything…
But I still fucken hate myself or something about my life.
I push you away cos I fear that I’ll let you down…
But the truth is far less noble.
I have no fucken excuse…
I am the lowest of the lowest of the low…
Homo sapien! Earth inhabitant!
Constant Warrior.
I’d love to blame consumerism,
The commodification of life, labour, etc
But it has always been me.
Lone Worrier...
Stupid Evil Arsehole.
(You can fucken talk…)
To end on such a sour note?
Bane of contention, bone of confusion?
Awkward, tangled webs of horrible,
Twisted, messy, lonesome…
Moan, moan, fucken moan!
(eat it, cry it, send us a postcard!)
Why can’t I escape my bullshit?
What is the point of doing well at one part of life?
If another part slides down into chaotic shambles?
I don’t even care anymore (what a lie!)
Repetitive reputation.
Slide down to absolute pathetic nothingness!
Without the conflict you’re nothing!
Fight or inertia?
Anger is an energy begging for attention,
Until it succeeds, then the begging turns to demanding…
Energy, emotion, force, Death causation…

Lull in psychic tension...
Qualitive not Quantitive...

Throwback Central

Odds and ends that didn’t fit my other plans:
  • Incremental growth = constant development

Proof to self that I ever existed, thought, thought, deconstructed, felt, sympathised, tried, choked, bailed…

  • Word play:

Acrimonious allegories alleviate astonishment accrued after acquisition accomplished.

Contentious colonisation causes conquered cultures to compulsively consume comestibles calmly.

  • Notes :

The life I live is compulsive…
Collector Rejecter
Consealer Revealer
Wheeler Dealer
Stealer Healer
One extreme to the other…

  • Appropriate appropriation:

Trapped like sex fights...
Die Freuden Der Liebe...

Monday, June 12, 2006

Petty quasi-public Spat that never happened...

"As refreshing as a 'Pre moistened towellette'"(Kent Brockman)...

Long drawn out summation of thought (follows)...

Culled from a loner who loves others but guards himself from them at all times.
I don’t care anymore (what a lie!),
but you tell me, oh beings of conscious minds. What is objective?
And how could such a thing ever be achieved? Are all value judgements questions of ‘Quality’? Just taste? Cultural imperialism/elitism…etc. etc. blah, blah....
I mean: I clearly know what IS better, but if you disagree how could this dispute ever be decided? Who or what is right?
If I see red as one colour and you see it as a different colour, how would we ever know?

Is it just which ever ideas last over the years become correct? While those that die out or are forgotten, were never valid? I’m not letting humanity, or any outside force decide what I think is ‘real’! Yes, this is a challenge to existing authority… but you’re safe until I devise my own system.
Ha ha thanks to the power of the 'internet' my crazed mental debris can float on forever (or longer)

“We are nothing more than insignificant specks of shit, pawns in a cosmic spiritual realm where our universe is nothing but a dot of crusty smegma…”

A professional is just someone who gets paid…

Acid trippers became asset strippers...