Birthday exceptions - lawyers win by an inch
The first man to walk the earth, was also the first philosopher, contemplating matters long beyond his own realm.
A society built on shivering pillars of rusting metal. No one knows for sure whether it would hold much longer. Everything falls apart... but slowly
Cinematicae MMXI
Like Childhood it tastes!
[yesterday's post was raggety... I'm sure you know why]
you
pick me up - put me down - push me in - turn me round
switch me on - let me go
I have a mind of my own
One beautiful song fsho
pick me up - push me down
Together, walking towards a predestined goal, surrounded by a crowd, in which I'm nothing. In a scene, where I am but part of the set, and my presence a mere shade upon the greatness of their minds.
Surrounded by men of the second stage, those who strayed from the social mass, and those who unknowingly forged their own twisted replica of a society, with its own twisted rules.
Twisted, only in the eyes of the majority of man.
However, a society remains a society no matter how deformed and disfigured. These men attributed the final light to a goddamn light bulb. These men pulled their fucking heads out of their minds too early, and imprisoned themselves in a haven of moral superiority and social magic.
They managed to beat the mere majority. Fooled by its plentied followers they thought the majority of man to be a powerful foe, where as they are in reality a foe not even worth its name.
Among the herds I can walk. Among the herds I can find peace, perhaps not amusment or fulfilment, but harmony at least.
I have no interest in joining a fucking animalistic alpha male fight for who's got the greater mind. For to enforce dominion over a rival mind is as much imprisonment as is being the Omega.
The price of the game needs be paid by all members. Even those who in their money grabbing ways sought to escape it.
This is some hard core bullshit. Bullshit only certain things in life can redeem.
Certain very beautiful things. As the peaceful exchange of the (real)deviant mind with a kin of the mind.
(sorry for the text bing all squished up... this blog does that sometimes....piece o shit)
Jimilands and Zeppelin heights
Fade away. Fade away, vanish into smooke...
Troubled by the age of four
your latest missions have only accomplished thus much. You must realize that all that has been ceases to be, and that the road ahead,
cloaked in a scent of pleasure, is the road that you must undertake. No sidetracks.
As I'm writing I feel the presence of children. Children amongst men. Infants amongst elders. Those, whose minds are but soulless slaves to
the physical might of the trembling male body. However charming that might sound, I feel as if though the radio is set to an alien
frequency.
Long time, no sea; for nowhere in my latter life has ocean water engulfed my unworthy self.
Unworthy. Is that the word I'm looking for? Unworthy to tread into the beautiful mind; to tread through heaven's threshold. Is that the
price for honesty? Is that the price for letting both material and mental wealth become public domain?
Public domain, because it essentially derives from nature?
I wonder. Since a product, however materialistic its uses, is not only consisting of natural minerals from mother earth, but is also an idea. Ideas are mother nature's spiritual currency, whilst raw material remains its physical.
Speaking of such things: Where the fuck is my Physical Grafitti. I swear I know where it's hiding. Come out and play, eh?
On further notes, a VERY good film was consumed. So good, in fact, that I've decided to put some away for a future day, sometime after May when there's simply nothing left to say but good night and good day.
... Fade away. Fade away, break the crystal boooooOOOOOOOWL YAH
It's the SIIIGN
Troubled by the age of four
your latest missions have only accomplished thus much. You must realize that all that has been ceases to be, and that the road ahead,
cloaked in a scent of pleasure, is the road that you must undertake. No sidetracks.
As I'm writing I feel the presence of children. Children amongst men. Infants amongst elders. Those, whose minds are but soulless slaves to
the physical might of the trembling male body. However charming that might sound, I feel as if though the radio is set to an alien
frequency.
Long time, no sea; for nowhere in my latter life has ocean water engulfed my unworthy self.
Unworthy. Is that the word I'm looking for? Unworthy to tread into the beautiful mind; to tread through heaven's threshold. Is that the
price for honesty? Is that the price for letting both material and mental wealth become public domain?
Public domain, because it essentially derives from nature?
I wonder. Since a product, however materialistic its uses, is not only consisting of natural minerals from mother earth, but is also an idea. Ideas are mother nature's spiritual currency, whilst raw material remains its physical.
Speaking of such things: Where the fuck is my Physical Grafitti. I swear I know where it's hiding. Come out and play, eh?
On further notes, a VERY good film was consumed. So good, in fact, that I've decided to put some away for a future day, sometime after May when there's simply nothing left to say but good night and good day.
... Fade away. Fade away, break the crystal boooooOOOOOOOWL YAH
It's the SIIIGN
A year of mischief! 201101010101100011000010 Binarily fucked
Fellers of the Ruins of Micodust! Listen up, for there is still some juice in my nerves to carry on this epic rant.
I never thought a year could have as much character as this one. I saw the cycle of the year as just some petty celebration honoring the alcoholic trixters of old, but I see more clearly now.
I don't want to sit here and write; it''s not my place right now. My place is to wither. To fade away for a while. To accumulate cultural wealth and to lie down on my grand throne of solitude.
This year, this 2010, showed me that all are one. It showed me that rocks are made to roll. It showed me how to listen very hard, so as to hear the tune. It showed me how to do silly Led Zeppelin allusions in my blog posts.
In all seriousness though, this is far too big and mind boggling to be settled in an open blog site, or even to be transcribed into words. You drugs of life exist only to make the dream a certainty and the motivation optimal.
You exist not for your taste, your intoxication or your alteration. You exist solely to keep the working man a working man, and to benefit the slavery of man's mind.
The safety instinct is the sole reason for our downfall. Our wretched adaptivity. Curses.
I'm pretty dozed at the moment. I shouldn't embarass myself further.
I love some of you guys out there... i really think i do.
A year of blogz; a year of misery; a year of laughter, and a year of apathy.
"Nooobody needs to discover me!"
Tresspass(1970) by Genesis is among the best albums ever made imo.
I never thought a year could have as much character as this one. I saw the cycle of the year as just some petty celebration honoring the alcoholic trixters of old, but I see more clearly now.
I don't want to sit here and write; it''s not my place right now. My place is to wither. To fade away for a while. To accumulate cultural wealth and to lie down on my grand throne of solitude.
This year, this 2010, showed me that all are one. It showed me that rocks are made to roll. It showed me how to listen very hard, so as to hear the tune. It showed me how to do silly Led Zeppelin allusions in my blog posts.
In all seriousness though, this is far too big and mind boggling to be settled in an open blog site, or even to be transcribed into words. You drugs of life exist only to make the dream a certainty and the motivation optimal.
You exist not for your taste, your intoxication or your alteration. You exist solely to keep the working man a working man, and to benefit the slavery of man's mind.
The safety instinct is the sole reason for our downfall. Our wretched adaptivity. Curses.
I'm pretty dozed at the moment. I shouldn't embarass myself further.
I love some of you guys out there... i really think i do.
A year of blogz; a year of misery; a year of laughter, and a year of apathy.
"Nooobody needs to discover me!"
Tresspass(1970) by Genesis is among the best albums ever made imo.
