Thursday, August 29, 2013

Twerk That Shit

Righteous Anger

We could make sure that everyone has food...
but it seems like in the process we get too worried about 
potentially restricting the rights of people to own all the food
and make as much money out of it as they can
cos somehow production is more important than consumers?
Society seems to be set up for those that set it up...
I wonder what the weaker groups would want.
I must be a dirty commie...

Is it? not so much... what you do, but the reason that you do it?

Principles are great until reality conflicts with them.

Selective Morality

Why does it seem to me like:
  drug crimes carry harsher penalties...
    than sexual abuse and violent ones do??

Macro Cosmic Mind Explosion

  • work
  • play
  • read
  • rest
  • shower
  • eat
  • net
  • play
  • watch
  • list

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Wasted Talent/Youth/Days/Years

Modern Nostalgia:

Back in my day you had to download your albums one mp3 at a time, through napster, iMesh, etc... on a dial-up modem that, meant you couldn't use the phone and made weird noises when it connected... but you try telling the kids that today and they wouldn't believe you...

Just listened to Quality Control right through for the first time in ages...

[{lyrics: Contribution - J5}]

Look we don't have all the answers, we're victims also
To the same situations, but man plans and the lord plans
And the lord is the best of planners...
So what's your contribution to life?

"I'm about to siphon you an ass-whooping."

Thursday, August 22, 2013

If it's all in my head - there's nothing to fear...

Why can't my apocalypse dreams be funnier, or at least more fun??

Maybe you'll enjoy it more than I did...

It seemed like that time of the evening when a party either: naturally subsides into a collection of sleeping people passed out on various couches and floor; or it gets a second wind when an especially nostalgic song cranks up. Sparking enthusiasm that can form into movement or just -the usual- general debauchery ensues. This was happening but it wasn't actually a party (I guess that's a semantic debate) more a collection of people, brought together by circumstance, location and the day's events. People would usually have left but there was still a large contingent assembled, more through necessity than planning, comfort or for any other reason, than not wanting to be alone (or separated from a larger mass) right now.

I had no idea what time it really was, 3am at a guess? Most people in the room were still conversing in some fashion, even if a little nonchalantly or hardened. A natural reaction I guess to the day we'd been through. Emergency evacuations are never usually the most fun experiences of the year.

When I stood up in the doorway and looked at my phone I could feel the house (well old fashioned apartment building really) shaking again. Everyone was so over the aftershocks they were either too drunk to notice or purposely trying to forget. 

The building we were in seemed okay, just as fine as when we had congregated there, due to it's proximity. 

The last jolt seemed to be a bit longer and rougher than others and even raised some ironic shrieks from the cynical mass determined not to let it all get them down. They could suffer thinking later, that's a job for future us. Ignorance was bliss.

I don't know why, but something led me to go out the dark hallway lobby, toward the main door of the building.

Another stronger shake started, instinct or flight or fight led me out the door. I heard a female voice not too far away ask "Is the sky is on fire?"

Pretty soon I was outside in the cool dark night, looking for open space, as  I looked up and realised I didn't really like the look of the tall building I was just in. Panic sent me out to the front garden, but suddenly I noticed all the trees had flames spreading through their long twisted branches. As wisps of flame and ash fluttered around in the wind.

On the front grass lawn looking up, it seemed like all I could see was trees, they were all around me. All with flames. I run out into the street. As I passed taller newer apartment blocks, I heard a disembodied voice yelling repeatedly and desperately "Put the fire out" the yelling was so piercing and shocking that I couldn't establish gender. Males and females can sound very similar when they are screaming for their lives.

I helplessly noticed flames in various areas above me and knew I could do nothing right now to help.

Ominously there were no sirens anymore, their calls had been heard all through the day as fire crews, ambos and cops had needed to slice through the gridlock to get to their awaiting emergencies. Had they been overwhelmed? Obliterated?

I stopped running for a moment and had my first unhurried thought for several minutes. I knew I had to go back to the party and get them all out of there, to somewhere safer. But where that was, I did not have a clue. Maybe a hill overlooking things with nothing above us? From my perspective the world was about to end and all I wanted was to watch it painlessly. But really there was far more that we would have to do, to get anywhere near safety again.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

My sun is your sun

Just wading through a heavy tome at the moment
first time I've really taken on fantasy novels
let alone a full-on sevenish part series
of intense shenanigans and death
really enjoying it though
a tale of fire and ice

have finally got the discipline of regular reading back!

so might take me a few years to whiz through that then I can take on Ulysses, Infinite Jest, Gravity's Rainbow, Homestuck, etc...

Thursday, August 08, 2013

The Present Has No Beginning/Ending

Dear sentient beings,

The Mission:

Continuing with my infrequent yet prolific attempts to define my surroundings in a vague yet reassuring, surrealist but humourous manner...

...while maintaining integrity and building tension.

Only joking... sucked in, shame!

Ok for realsies now...

Revolutions come and go; but nothing seems to change.

Once a freedom fighter gets in, power corrupts them (Mugabe, Gaddafi, etc.) or the tasks are just too immense for them to deal with, challenges too great to great for even the great to conquer (Mandela and gonna controversially slip-in Obama as an example there... Oh no they deer int!)

I don't want to be so cynical, but it's hard not to be. I'm basically forced to delude myself in small ways to prevent myself from getting too disgruntled/disgusted with everything, but don't we all (to some degree?) whether conscious or sub-consciously. Just don't all admit it. Otherwise if you dissect history and god-dayam present oppressive reality.

Either those in control don't know what to do, or they are benefitting from current circumstances. Western society is polarised and the majority live in poverty, slums, ghettos, hoods, etc... and that's just the first world. Who all pretty much gave up on Africa (as an example) back in the eighties, (sing along everybody!:) "heal the world..." so glad that's sorted now! Phew... "Back to cocaine and bad haircuts for us!" Ignorance is bliss and just a little too convenient for my likings these days.

I guess we can blame war or greed or corruption or god or any of that shit... just anybody but ourselves. Because, to be honest if you do start hating yourself, you're pretty much fucked, will take it out on others and be a self-destructive arsehole. Which is only a tiny-bit preferable to being an arrogant smug bastard, with cranium inserted rectally, who fucks things up but takes no responsibility afterwards.

This profanity is liberating! I usually don't get too abusive or sweary (at least I hope not) but lacing in a few expletives just as they would normally come out, make's it feel like I'm writing for 'Vice' mag!

Mainstream culture just wants you to forget. To sit down and be passive, but post about your progressive interests and pretend your supporting a worthy cause. Give you just enough freedom to make you comfortable enough to ignore the way the rest of the world suffers daily. The exceptions to every rule, get thrown back at us, as we're constantly reminded there couldn't possibly be any better ways.

Have a fucken great day and shit!

Yours blogfully,
Person who wrote this (and the others who passively support me, but have not signalled this at all)

p.s sorry if you like apologies, cos...
p.s.a: swearing is not good for young children...

Tuesday, August 06, 2013

History Favors The Bold

{Bits and bobs, culled from other sources, with a few crap ones thrown in from me:}

Only cowards kill the vanquished.

Weird is a side-effect of awesome.

Success has many fathers while failure is an orphan.

Unexpected bacon is the best type of unexpected.

God is love, but satan does that thing with his tongue that you like.

Hedy Lamarr invented a precursor to Wi-Fi.

"Nothing compares to you" was written by Prince.

Existence - we've come too far to stop now!

In bacon we trust.

Weird is rad.

Five windows to view the world, each with a different story to tell.

Eloquent Passages

echoes of past events
nudge the tiller on
my present course
i await its reflection
in the future

(Note from Scorcher from 'Hitman' - ATWFAJ)

"I am the true coward. Hiding from sincere expressions like a vampire in the nude who hides from the light. Thank you, brave hero. I was freed from bottle jail, but my new prison is shame. My new prison is shame!"

(Tiny Manticore from 'Sons of Mars' - ATWFAJ)

"This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday, my friend. Peace.”

Royal Tart Toter from 'The Other Tarts" - ATWFAJ)

Saturday, August 03, 2013

Anachronistic Agnostic

Really cool pics/blog I came across randomly: Fab Ciraolo

Awesome cool weird art!

Churning Slosh Factory Slush Fund Slash and Burn

[More pithy quotables:]

Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.

[Eleanor Roosevelt]

Fools ignore complexity. Pragmatists suffer it. Some can avoid it. Geniuses remove it.

[Alan Perlis]

[Nominative determinism: I am Weiner!]