Friday, December 31, 2010
Two Thousand And Eleven
The final day of the year. My nose is tender and my throat is still frogged. I fancy twenty ten to be my most dynamic and transitional year. My appreciation for life has increased and I've met some lovely people. The music i'm listening to is making it very difficult to write, but on it stays. While I feel I've grown closer to many of my friends, I've also been re-obtaining my old introverted daydreaming persona and when around people, again I find my words sticking to my fingers and hiding under my feet, making me slip like they were banana peels. No big problem. You can't make an omelet without breaking some eggs, eh? This has been quite a productive year, if you don't mind a'my sayin so me little loves. Okay, the music is too distracting. I'm done. fuck ya'll!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
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Everything moves in a chain reaction. Nature sends things hurtling every which way. It shapes things and then rips them apart again. It lets something sit peacefully for long periods of time and then incinerates it. Every single insignificant movement of every component of matter determines the course of countless more insignificant movements until the end of everything. This whole charade is fruitless and for the most part, rather lethargic. Volcanoes could give a fuck less about their eruptions.
Hello there. You are a living thing and you are presently hurtling every which way. You have been thrown to the ground and lifted off your feet. You're like a plastic bag in the hurricane winds. You are another thing of this universe and you have no choice but to move in accord with this chain reaction. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The present, the time we all exist in, is the product of input and the origin of output. As living things, we see what leads to the present and see what emerges from it. Emotional stimulation and emotional reaction. In and Out. This doesn't exist outside the chain reaction but it changes the nature of it. Instead of being hurtled every which way, we are dancing. One dances to music and music is an emotional thing. We bounce, kill, sob, ascend, stampede, and try our best to stay still. Then we die and we are in equilibrium with marbles yet again. I fancy a good dance but it must be remembered that what we dance to isn't the stuff of greek after-parties. We are still hurtling every which way. Consider how energetic you are right now compared to how infinitely pooped you'll be in 111 years. The songs in life that make you want to smother sunflowers with steaming, fungal toad entrails and then rip your teeth out should be cherished like the songs in life that make you want to kiss peacocks on the clouds above a glittering, Crayola® sea. I love all of you in a way so profound that it makes my calves hurt. That even goes for people who frustrate and even enrage the hell out of me because they make me dance just the same. When the meteor hits, I'll probably scream in terror, but I love the sound of screams. They make me often imagine gargantuan pigeon feathers flying in a martian blizzard. What do you hear in screams?
Hello there. You are a living thing and you are presently hurtling every which way. You have been thrown to the ground and lifted off your feet. You're like a plastic bag in the hurricane winds. You are another thing of this universe and you have no choice but to move in accord with this chain reaction. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
The present, the time we all exist in, is the product of input and the origin of output. As living things, we see what leads to the present and see what emerges from it. Emotional stimulation and emotional reaction. In and Out. This doesn't exist outside the chain reaction but it changes the nature of it. Instead of being hurtled every which way, we are dancing. One dances to music and music is an emotional thing. We bounce, kill, sob, ascend, stampede, and try our best to stay still. Then we die and we are in equilibrium with marbles yet again. I fancy a good dance but it must be remembered that what we dance to isn't the stuff of greek after-parties. We are still hurtling every which way. Consider how energetic you are right now compared to how infinitely pooped you'll be in 111 years. The songs in life that make you want to smother sunflowers with steaming, fungal toad entrails and then rip your teeth out should be cherished like the songs in life that make you want to kiss peacocks on the clouds above a glittering, Crayola® sea. I love all of you in a way so profound that it makes my calves hurt. That even goes for people who frustrate and even enrage the hell out of me because they make me dance just the same. When the meteor hits, I'll probably scream in terror, but I love the sound of screams. They make me often imagine gargantuan pigeon feathers flying in a martian blizzard. What do you hear in screams?
Friday, December 10, 2010
sporadic thoughts of the night
• It is completely impossible to fall asleep passionately
• I am a figment of your imagination
• I would have great trouble squishing a hissing beetle but if an ant gets in my way, there will be hell.
• Some guy in Bavaria has been changed by something you did in some way or another.
• My favorite film at the moment is "Heart Of Glass" by Werner Herzog.
• The other night I had a dream that there was a statue of me being made in an abandoned, junked up train in the middle of the woods by Sir Paranoia Saint Power Explorer. He made my leg out of wine-bottles. Innovative!
• While you read this, a flamingo is giving birth.
• America lost to Vietnam in a ground war.
• One day, you will die.
• I wonder what Stalin's wet dreams were like.
• I just can't get over the word "Bravado". Come, say it with me! No, I don't care if it seems too awkward or there are others present. Say it with me! Bravado!
• I wonder what the guy who wrote that one joke you read on a popsicle stick is up to.
• people don't take ice-cubes very seriously, especially when they're not thinking about them.
• I am a figment of your imagination
• I would have great trouble squishing a hissing beetle but if an ant gets in my way, there will be hell.
• Some guy in Bavaria has been changed by something you did in some way or another.
• My favorite film at the moment is "Heart Of Glass" by Werner Herzog.
• The other night I had a dream that there was a statue of me being made in an abandoned, junked up train in the middle of the woods by Sir Paranoia Saint Power Explorer. He made my leg out of wine-bottles. Innovative!
• While you read this, a flamingo is giving birth.
• America lost to Vietnam in a ground war.
• One day, you will die.
• I wonder what Stalin's wet dreams were like.
• I just can't get over the word "Bravado". Come, say it with me! No, I don't care if it seems too awkward or there are others present. Say it with me! Bravado!
• I wonder what the guy who wrote that one joke you read on a popsicle stick is up to.
• people don't take ice-cubes very seriously, especially when they're not thinking about them.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
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