Spiral Of Silence

"We started our discussions by accepting the government's commitment to it's economic policy, but the question we increasingly asked ourselves was how we could make the economy fit for people to live in...

I was certainly not alone in this preoccupation"

David Lange -my life- p.228

Another Annoyingly Asinine Alliteration Article

Read for yourself:

• Gross gossip guarantees guerrilla guesswork, geographical generalities, grandstanding and golden garnishes of gentle garrotting.
  
• Fiscal folly frustrates famed firms finally flagged from fleecing flocks of families, forcing financial funerals.
• Independent interviews influence international interest, igniting informed inquiries into imaginative isolationists intently imbibing intoxicants.
  
• Current circumstances: Crazy crackpots cranking circular collider can cause calamitous catastrophes. Could cosmic chaos crush civilisation? Cowering civilians cry "cripes!"
• Long luscious looks leave lingerie lost. Leading to: liquor, ligaments loosened, and light lubrication. Last liquid linkages left luminous long-time.
  
• Failed fruitpickers fix functional faults for frugal farmers finding Fijians funny fingersizes forever flawed.
  
• Palin's policies peddling Pentecostal patronage of premarital purgatory. Provoke painful penny-pinching pressures prior to probable poor polling.
• Tough times turn tax testimonies to testing targets, turning tame traditionalists into tragic turncoats too tired to try.
• Minor minimalists make messy montages, maximising many makes of motorcar. Mainly masking most Marxist manipulations majestically.
• Overachieving Obama outspends overly optimistic octogenarian omnipotently opposed onward to oligarchy.
• Placid Palmy paints painted pastoral picturesqueness pleasantly passing processing platitudes professionally.
• Election edicts endorses early enrolment evocation, especially eternal emos, elderly entities and even enthusiastic evangelists earning Euros elegantly.
  
• Racist Republicans rally round right-wing rectum rangers, reciting regal rodgerings reeking of relatively raw rage.
• Merciless marketeering milk manufacturers, make micro-managing mangled miniature multivitamins mistakenly made in Mandarin milieu mishap moment.
• As assorted arsenals of aimlessly armed airguns across Auckland's assault areas are accused, assailants acrimonious and awful atrocity alarms all.
• Polished porcelain partitions paint perky portions pathetically past porky pastry pies piled partially prematurely post pious precautions.
• Monday's melee makes me mostly miss MacIntyre's melodious mini-me. Mighty male master's momentum moved militarily map-wise to main mustering meetings.
  
• Toilet time tales takes tearful tension toward today's tedious tormented telling of totally toasted Tuesday togetherness.
• Overexposed Obama's ominous occurrence outflow, only oversees occasional outlets of omissions operating ostensibly outlandish ostrich-like older optimists.
• Faltering financial failure floats frozen funds forbidden to fix foreclosures, fool farmers and find fees. F*ck free-market fixtures found fundamentally flawed.
• Secret Satan shoots scholarly school students sincerely studying Santa's sins.
  

Once again this post is for: J. Ho, deej & son...

Clutter begets Clutter

Now that everybody's here...

may I please have your attention:

• There is nothing left to fear, as long as you trust no one.
  
• As it was in the beginning so shall it be in the end.
  
• I used to be deep, but then I caved in to the market.
  
• We all like fighting, but there has to be a better way.
• The world used to be alright, what happened?
• I could tell you everything, but you wouldn't like it.
• Superficial is now just not shallow enough.
• Our eyes tell us: appearance trumps experience.
• Long haired freaky people need not apply.
• Profit soar like eagles, as wages plunge like rocks.
  
• Get your coats we're leaving.
• Exit music
• Fin

please vote anyway, it won't hurt you

Tigerbomb Breakfast Trendspotter Acrobat Static

"Don't strip off my bark - I have been stripped of it before
Yesterday's gone and tomorrow has so much more in store

You are a bird - you're taking off in every way
Say the last word until there is nothing more to say

Don't interrupt - you know the squirrels are my friends
Get off my limb - for I will break before I bend

I am a tree - counting my rings will do no good
I won't live long but I would be with you if I could

When you take flight, remember me to one who lives there
Since you have flown, there's something special in the air"

(GUIDED BY VOICES - I am A Tree
Mag Earwig!)

"Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.

Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded on itself.
And said 'Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath.'
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?"

(MODEST MOUSE - Ocean Breathes Salty
Good News For People Who Love Bad News)

I'm A Believer

"Everybody is looking for someone who can stand up in the wind. It is lonely standing up and crowded lying down. I refuse to be an anchor for other people's dreams - but then I refuse to anchor mine to anyone else. So I have no choice but to stand up and piss into the wind."

Hunter S. Thompson - The Proud Highway

Raoul Duke: "There was only one road back to L.A. - U.S. Interstate 15. Just a flat-out high speed burn through Baker and Barstow and Berdoo. Then onto the Hollywood Freeway, straight on into frantic oblivion. Safety. Obscurity. Just another freak, in the freak kingdom.

We'd gone in search of the 'American dream'. It had been a lame fuck around. A waste of Time. But there was no point in looking back, fuck no! Not today thank you kindly. My heart was filled with joy. I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger, a man on the move and just sick enough to be totally confident..."

Loner on the Highway to Happiness

Imploding Social Scenes
Broken Financial Markets
Have nothing to do with this post!

Originality is Dead; Long Live Aimless Repetition!

organised chaos
unconnected randomness

free market stagnation
mutual strangulation

climate of panic
business as usual

mutating like a virus
spreading like wildfire

fraudulent construct
Noble lies

inverse proportions
transverse vectors

an old theory of everything
nothing new under the sun

devils on speed
apocalypse on horseback

fear and intimidation
shock and awe

digital representations of real life
meta tags and glad rags

your not getting younger
time's tide will smother you

naked ambition
modus operandi

when the sun goes down
we all hit oblivion

don't be sad, we all die alone
unless it's a mass suicide

gumption tested by events
the divine roulette wheel

finger on the pulse
fist in the air

outside me
inside you