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If you can't see the thin air, why the hell should you care?

Sep. 21st, 2007 | 11:14 pm
location: Redmond, wa
mood: tiredtired
music: Dark Center of the Universe -- Modest Mouse

Lethargic perseverance, the world becomes smaller. Complex, systematic, terror. Hindered by self-reliance, perhaps lost: a labyrinth of thought packed away in a manic box.

Societies shame: deep inside, we might know who we are. A sense of self might not be so wrong, after all.

Constriction, flowing from understated nothingness. Enveloped in itself, the consumptive ego is separated from any sense of moral obligation. Without any need for greater understanding, it can be seen that we are the nihilistic answer to the pressing questions of the day. What other conclusion could we draw?

Traveling through the void of space we are left with only superficial comfort, offering little solace when we are alone -- our prayers fall to our bedside, only to become tomorrow's empty longing.

If we are left with only one life to live, what will be left when we're done?

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"That's right," said Judas Priest, "Eternity, Though you might call it 'Paradise.'"

Jan. 28th, 2007 | 02:07 am
location: Kirkland, Wa.
music: The Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas Priest -- Bob Dylan

Lost in reflection from a stagnant pool on the ground: in memories of this, or that, we try and find our way back to where we are, only to find we are simply here. Perhaps some further insight comes where you least expect it, or else the overwhelming introspection provokes total disillusionment.

While is it believed that we live inside a strict structure of time, to be mindful of the matter at hand invariably introduces a fluid element -- this is the crux of the matter:

Chronology is a matter of cognizant recollection, fragile in nature, victim to the whim of human psychology.

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Waiting on the rising sun, clutching at your holstered gun

Sep. 1st, 2006 | 07:31 pm
location: Kirkland, Wa.
mood: workingworking
music: Store Bought Bones -- The Raconteurs

When King Richard the Lionheart joined the Third Crusade in 1191 and there failed to find the treasure promised by God, he insisted that the infidels had swallowed their jewels and gold coins in order to deny him the reward owing to his royal majesty and Christian virtue. His companions, less discreet than the ones currently for rent in Basra and Tikrit, cut open the stomachs of 3,000 Muslims in the search for truth, which, in the event, proved as determined, if eventually as disappointing, as the Bush Administration's quest for the thermonuclear genie in Saddam Hussein's magic lamp.
-Lewis H. Lapham, Lionhearts, Harper's Magazine, September 2006

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Aug. 6th, 2006 | 12:34 am
location: Seattle, WA.
music: The Sinister Minister -- Bela Fleck & The Flektones

…I saw the Lord standing on a cloud. He was an old man with eyes, nose, and a long beard, and I would say to myself that if He had a mouth, He had to eat. And if He ate, He had intestines...
Spontaneously, without any theological training, I, as a child, grasped the incompatibility of God and shit and thus came to question the basic thesis of Christian anthropology, namely, that man was created in God's image.

-Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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Johnny wants a brain... Johnny wants to think of a joke.

Aug. 5th, 2006 | 12:12 am
location: Seattle, Wa.
mood: quixoticquixotic
music: I'm Afraid of Americans -- David Bowie (feat. Trent Reznor)

America, upon a grand pedestal of questionable height, governs the four corners of the world with semantic fear -- threats aren't just words, anymore: words are threats that we diligently war against. Bullets riddle ideas: the conversation slowly breaks down. What were we talking about again?

Watching this spectacle is like dropping bombs on your brain -- full-on apartheid against reason, detaining facts and sentencing common sense to death. So sit back, watch the chaos on television, and remember: it's all in your head.

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the planets spin and we watch space pass.

Jul. 15th, 2006 | 05:03 am
location: Seattle Wa
mood: calmcalm
music: So Much Beauty In Dirt -- Modest Mouse

An apprehensive plodding down a course lacking premeditation, providing a future for a wandering eye. This is not a down-cast gaze upon a poor pathetic figure, tortured by time; this is something new, without dust of ages:

This may all come down to a question of will -- will you? There is no reason to believe in any prevailing force over The Other, so you will be left with little recourse for reclamation.

Remember not to take this too personally.

So, without bothering to remember dear departed words we end up being left with a sour image of the present, focusing on the dirt around us. Will this leave us nowhere left to go? Forever chasing the purity of an undreamt future, the filth of oblivion biting at our heels.

Forgive and forget, they'll sometimes tell you.

I never knew nothin' so there's nothin' to forget.

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Don’t you know which clothes even fit me?

Jun. 21st, 2006 | 03:39 pm
location: Seattle, Wa.
mood: contemplativecontemplative
music: Should I Stay or Should I go -- The Clash

Stuck in a land where the game never changes, we struggle with the concept that time is not in our grasp -- change is all around. Media illustrating illusional thoughts of invented fairy-tales and nightmares, we fight with realistic visions of being.

Are we, or are we not?

Emerson spoke of foolish consistencies being the hobgoblin of little minds, so I like to think of myself as an evolving routine.

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Try to feel nothing on command...

Apr. 28th, 2006 | 03:15 am
location: Seattle, Wa.
mood: indifferentindifferent
music: White Lexus -- Mike Doughty

Words: I'm never really satisfied with this. No fluid notion of the past, leading to a fragmented present.

These are fragments -- of thought and word.

So, as if I never missed a beat... Here we are. You may remember this game before -- the chances stay about the same; accept the convoluted speech as a show of respect.

Disconnected: in a word.

While this all may not surprise on-looking eyes, I wouldn't be so quick to pass by without taking notice or heeding the proper signs. This is all for the good of the people -- as I am a person among other people, all of which consider me to be other people... er... The Other.

This is all done without further consideration of the consequences -- the next moment is conceived of on a purely subjective level:

Without a final moment of pronouncement, we will all be an unfinished story that will one day be used to prop up the corner of a desk.

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More than 80 million Americans suffer from some type of Homosexuality...

Apr. 15th, 2006 | 02:15 pm
location: Seattle, Wa.
mood: amusedamused
music: Fell in Love with a Girl -- The White Stripes

Fags.

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Buy 1, get half off your first open-heart surgery...

Mar. 10th, 2006 | 06:53 pm

FUCKING FAT AMERICANS

What fat fuck would want to actually eat such a thing? It's like a fucking heart attack just to look at it! Gross...

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