Saturday, July 24, 2010

dear brenda

I have often wondered what makes us do the things that we do, wondered how we process information and make judgment calls. How we work stringently within a system yet insist that we maintain free will and the capability to decide what is right and wrong. How do we learn to live in the world of lip service without cringing with shame? How do we learn to pull the trigger and not be accountable for a loss of life. How we learn to follow with vulgarian subtlety the incongruous phrase all animals are equal but some more equal than others. The kooks and gooks and weirdos and you know as I do that the list goes on and on as necessary. Whatever it takes to keep us in line. Whether we are fighting eurasia or oceana. If we don't adhere to the Principle? Why then, it's easy: just spin us in circles.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Some say that a living organism is at any point of its life a direct result of interaction by external forces. Some of its internal machinery is created when and if external influences necessitate such information. There are no deviant by-products in the Universe.

Interpolation, coextension, interfusion. With the opening of the galaxies integration is welcoming us home with its long strong arms.

Hey you
yea you
you one sick little fag, you one fucked up mojo brown
you you you a balls breaker an indian giver
lazy mexicana a dirty muslem greasy greek gold digging hoe
you a big dick black man
a sex slave china girl
sex craved sweedish tease
you a tyke a dyke a bruised home boy
white trashed buck toothed incest coveted in-tongue speaking
pimple infested freak
. .
Is it part of who we are- hard wiring, bad influences, stranger hating tendencies, scared of the unknown, scared of the known, scared to death, scared for our lives, scared about where we are going, where we have been, what we want, what we don't want and why, why not, because, ftw, wtf, leave me alone, I don't give a shit, I've done enough, look at others, I'm not as bad, I do my work, I'm not the one, it's not my fault, that's not what I meant, I'm not like that, it's a mistake, I may be other things but I am not I am not I am not that that which makes me feel exposed and limited and small and blind.