Drop the Bass...~
While watching an episode of Entourage season#7, the episode which ends with Vince passed out, naked by the pool with Sasha Grey, the credits roll out with Going In for the Kill;
I want to remix that song as of that moment.~~
It will bring tears of god-only-knows what to your eyes.~
it will be Epica~
Friday, December 10, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Linear Insanity.~
I … Have endured almost an entire week (1 day less) without a phone, or any means of communication with the outside world.
It worries me... I have,, at times, begun (or more like, slumped to) talking to myself without really noticing the dire affects It could have on my mind (for the future...)
I've realized, I need someone; someone to converse with, otherwise, I will find alternate means to get rid of data which is inside the limited storage space.
We must rid ourselves of the old before we may obtain the New.~
What I need is not another human being.. but simply something to dump my thoughts upon, and then move on.~ A machine would do fantastically.. if only they were so advance.. or are they~~
It worries me... I have,, at times, begun (or more like, slumped to) talking to myself without really noticing the dire affects It could have on my mind (for the future...)
I've realized, I need someone; someone to converse with, otherwise, I will find alternate means to get rid of data which is inside the limited storage space.
We must rid ourselves of the old before we may obtain the New.~
What I need is not another human being.. but simply something to dump my thoughts upon, and then move on.~ A machine would do fantastically.. if only they were so advance.. or are they~~
Feeling.
I don't want to Feel, anything.
I would like to go to a phsyciatrist, spill out everything and anything
Any feeling, any experience, any & everything feeling I've ever felt,
heard about, or experienced, and after the vocalization of such,
be finally able to Forget everything... and never feel again.
No, some may say “It's impossible to NOT feel!” “It's un-natural; as feelings are things one cannot control”, but what I have to say back to that is simply: No one has ever tried... FULLY. Otherwise, they would have succeeded.~
There is nothing we, as humans, have put our complete & utter focus, will-power, and drive to without finding a foothold of success.
Either way, if it is indeed “impossible” to achieve, I will fight, try, & fail if I must, and If I succeed, Watch me trample all feelings like empty soda cans; if not, watch me crush Myself, as there will be no point in Living if my goal in life is not met.
I would like to go to a phsyciatrist, spill out everything and anything
Any feeling, any experience, any & everything feeling I've ever felt,
heard about, or experienced, and after the vocalization of such,
be finally able to Forget everything... and never feel again.
No, some may say “It's impossible to NOT feel!” “It's un-natural; as feelings are things one cannot control”, but what I have to say back to that is simply: No one has ever tried... FULLY. Otherwise, they would have succeeded.~
There is nothing we, as humans, have put our complete & utter focus, will-power, and drive to without finding a foothold of success.
Either way, if it is indeed “impossible” to achieve, I will fight, try, & fail if I must, and If I succeed, Watch me trample all feelings like empty soda cans; if not, watch me crush Myself, as there will be no point in Living if my goal in life is not met.
Everything I Want.
I get everything and anything; everyone I want. Cause If I cant have them, I want them no longer.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Only what I've Taken.~
I don't want anything that has ever been given me, only that which I've Taken with my own two hands.
Fear of Falling; (Let the Better man Win.~)
I have a fear of falling.
Sometimes, I like to sit down, close my eyes, and imagine myself falling; falling through the floor from a unfathomable height with no possible concept of whats to come, where I'm heading, or how soon my bitter end will take place.
I like to take a short moment whenever my greatest and most dreadful of phobias arise, pause, and look them in the eye dead-on, turn towards the rushing headlights, and instead of jumping to the possibility of safety; grin, and run as fast as my legs will carry me in a direct and head on collision with my adversary, and then... let the better man win.~ Let the Best man Win.
Those who are too weak to "bear it", kill themselves, for only a coward can take his own life.~
Sometimes, I like to sit down, close my eyes, and imagine myself falling; falling through the floor from a unfathomable height with no possible concept of whats to come, where I'm heading, or how soon my bitter end will take place.
I like to take a short moment whenever my greatest and most dreadful of phobias arise, pause, and look them in the eye dead-on, turn towards the rushing headlights, and instead of jumping to the possibility of safety; grin, and run as fast as my legs will carry me in a direct and head on collision with my adversary, and then... let the better man win.~ Let the Best man Win.
Those who are too weak to "bear it", kill themselves, for only a coward can take his own life.~
Two words.~
I have two words for you:
Technocracy & Zeitgeist.
This is our hope for the future; this is our blueprint, our structure, and our "answer".
We are the world; we are the people.
We have all the power of heaven & hell; the earth, and that which rages below.
We have the ability. We have the wherewithal & the in-born Drive to create anything out of nothing. Humanity is a gift to this world, but thus far, we have only been a thorn in it's flesh.
We are a poison, a germ. A waste of perfectly good air, time & space.
We are a disease, which is slowly eroding each layer of our world. And what are we to do when the "time comes"?
If I have my way, and as far as I'm concerned, that day will never happen.
I would rather see the infected, and defective product thrown to waste in exchange for a 1% chance of increase for Success & survival.
Human-life is important. But not the lives of those who care nothing for matters of true importance, their planet, their surroundings, and mostly, Their Fellow Man.
Technocracy & Zeitgeist.
This is our hope for the future; this is our blueprint, our structure, and our "answer".
We are the world; we are the people.
We have all the power of heaven & hell; the earth, and that which rages below.
We have the ability. We have the wherewithal & the in-born Drive to create anything out of nothing. Humanity is a gift to this world, but thus far, we have only been a thorn in it's flesh.
We are a poison, a germ. A waste of perfectly good air, time & space.
We are a disease, which is slowly eroding each layer of our world. And what are we to do when the "time comes"?
If I have my way, and as far as I'm concerned, that day will never happen.
I would rather see the infected, and defective product thrown to waste in exchange for a 1% chance of increase for Success & survival.
Human-life is important. But not the lives of those who care nothing for matters of true importance, their planet, their surroundings, and mostly, Their Fellow Man.
the Cheapest Deal on Earrrth.~*~ KaBoooom!~
We live in a world where there are no definites.
Nothing is ever how it seem'd... to be.
We have no self-worth anymore.
We lie captives to a society that asks for everything, yet, gives back nothing (nothing of real Value at least).
We are a crippled & failed race, by our own hand.. or... are we...~~
“We” have been told what to do.. but does that mean everyone is polluted?
No.
Obviously, someone had to be the one “teaching” us this Version of what Reality truly is.
Someone fought to Pass on his acquired wisdom/knowledge.. but,,
Someone was privy to that information first.
Much like in “Star Wars”, the padawan (as he fights the temptation to turn to the “darkside”), ends up murdering the ancient “Master”, who taught him everything (and anything) he owns which can be truly valued.
Someone beat us to our birth-right, and somehow, through the thick of it all... has made US their Slaves.~
Nothing is ever how it seem'd... to be.
We have no self-worth anymore.
We lie captives to a society that asks for everything, yet, gives back nothing (nothing of real Value at least).
We are a crippled & failed race, by our own hand.. or... are we...~~
“We” have been told what to do.. but does that mean everyone is polluted?
No.
Obviously, someone had to be the one “teaching” us this Version of what Reality truly is.
Someone fought to Pass on his acquired wisdom/knowledge.. but,,
Someone was privy to that information first.
Much like in “Star Wars”, the padawan (as he fights the temptation to turn to the “darkside”), ends up murdering the ancient “Master”, who taught him everything (and anything) he owns which can be truly valued.
Someone beat us to our birth-right, and somehow, through the thick of it all... has made US their Slaves.~
Friday, December 3, 2010
Put it in your head.~
A couple weeks ago I was sitting in my room, and all of a sudden I started getting this strange concept for a song/drama-play.
The main character would be that of a young man, maybe mid-Twenties to early thirties; married, and middle-class.
The scene would begin in his bedroom en suite. The man, face & hair damp from sweat and water, stands with both hands on each side of a white round stand-up sink, looking in the mirror at himself.
He is contemplating suicide.
He is married; childless, and struggling as an author.
His wife is downstairs, unaware of the dark thoughts which are running through her young husbands mind.
The man has flashes in his head of different ways he should "end it"; each one going through extensive graphic detail in his head; play by play.
He is thinking about shooting his brains out, (after having gone through the "list" of commercial-suicides; being Hung, roman bath, drowning, pills (which could give his wife potentially, time enough top bring him back to life; not to mention, having to see her while he was still alive in his cowardly [suicidal] state). He then walks back into the plain, yet nicely arrange bedroom (where a queen-size bed lives in the middle, with the foot of which, is to the side of the bathroom door [which is on the left side of the bed); a dresser with drawers at the north end of the room, directly in front of the bed (no TV, only simple decorations & a few candles), and the door to the right of it, directly on the same northern wall.
The husband comes out, walks 3 steps in front of the foot of the bed, pauses, and moves his head dizzily up, then back down a bit (as if confused a bit as to what he should do next..)
He then rushes to the right side of the bed, where a dresser stands. He gets down on his knees, and pulls out an old dusty suitcase, opens it, and pulls out an old WWII revolver; which scares him a little as he pulls it up to the light, slightly above his head.
To Be Continued..~~
The main character would be that of a young man, maybe mid-Twenties to early thirties; married, and middle-class.
The scene would begin in his bedroom en suite. The man, face & hair damp from sweat and water, stands with both hands on each side of a white round stand-up sink, looking in the mirror at himself.
He is contemplating suicide.
He is married; childless, and struggling as an author.
His wife is downstairs, unaware of the dark thoughts which are running through her young husbands mind.
The man has flashes in his head of different ways he should "end it"; each one going through extensive graphic detail in his head; play by play.
He is thinking about shooting his brains out, (after having gone through the "list" of commercial-suicides; being Hung, roman bath, drowning, pills (which could give his wife potentially, time enough top bring him back to life; not to mention, having to see her while he was still alive in his cowardly [suicidal] state). He then walks back into the plain, yet nicely arrange bedroom (where a queen-size bed lives in the middle, with the foot of which, is to the side of the bathroom door [which is on the left side of the bed); a dresser with drawers at the north end of the room, directly in front of the bed (no TV, only simple decorations & a few candles), and the door to the right of it, directly on the same northern wall.
The husband comes out, walks 3 steps in front of the foot of the bed, pauses, and moves his head dizzily up, then back down a bit (as if confused a bit as to what he should do next..)
He then rushes to the right side of the bed, where a dresser stands. He gets down on his knees, and pulls out an old dusty suitcase, opens it, and pulls out an old WWII revolver; which scares him a little as he pulls it up to the light, slightly above his head.
To Be Continued..~~
Appologies. ~Dec.13th~
Ok, again, I appologize. I have been the most Unfaithful blogger ever.
To cut to the chase, certain developements (and I could even say, Opportunities) have arisen which, end in me being able to make a 2 week trip back to Taiwan... Next week, Dec. 13th.
To cut to the chase, certain developements (and I could even say, Opportunities) have arisen which, end in me being able to make a 2 week trip back to Taiwan... Next week, Dec. 13th.
theTakeover.~ Part 2.
the Takeover.~ Part 2
Another which I have started to notice, particularly in the entertainment layout, is the continued projection of "symbols" coming out in the open. One instance, well two actually, but firstly that of Transformers, where these so-claimed "alien symbols" have shown up throughout history, which were disclosed, and kept "top Secret" from the general public, yet, consistently projected onto the fabric of time through architecture & 'landmarks" of old.
We also see this same fascination in "conspiracy"-type movies, such as those relating to so-called "secret societies", private organizations & companies, and even Government.
I think it's Hilarious the way that some people see Symbols as "evil".
Look at society at large; the very world we dwell in. At every minute of everyday, we are presented, and even, surrounded by "symbols" which stand for a collage of countless amounts of information which can be conveyed in one, small, intricately designed Picture.
A picture's worth a thousand words.
Companies have Logo's which are a "Symbol"ic representation of themselves.
Do we need to see the word "McDonald's" to know those 2 large golden-arches in the shape of a giant 'M' represent the fast-food chain we have all grown up on?
Do we need the Chinese-characters of "Yin Yang" to know that a circle which is black & white comma-shaped division, with a Dot of opposite-colour on each means such?
Do shoes need the word NIKE for you to understand that the word-renown "checkmark" sign means.
I personally say No, we do not.
Symbols of condensed forms of information, presented in a way that can convey entire histories in one (usually) small compressed form.
Look at the world-famous Lips&Tongue of the Rolling Stones, the sight of which, (if you are familiar) will bring up the band, their achievements, their history, their decades of ground-breaking, record making (literally), monumental career as performers & rockers who are teachers of generation after generation to this day.
We live in a fast-paced society, that needs the quickest, most concise way of relaying the insane amount of information we have gathered on a day to day basis.
Everyday new things are discovered, combined, destroyed, and upgraded, and we the people, need a Tag/sticker to place upon it "lest we forget".
Our memories are only so large, and without the removal of (so said() 'Useless' information, we really have no other choice but to Condense that which we already have, take a Pretty-picture, and then Burn the dear grandma's ancient, worthless rocking-chair, even though it may hold some sentimental "worth", still, who can deny Ugliest hold no ground when up against the new & beautiful (a delightful 50" Plasma TV for instance).
Don't fear "unknown symbols", or you will be like an uneducated toddler being scared of clowns or Santa Claus.
Another which I have started to notice, particularly in the entertainment layout, is the continued projection of "symbols" coming out in the open. One instance, well two actually, but firstly that of Transformers, where these so-claimed "alien symbols" have shown up throughout history, which were disclosed, and kept "top Secret" from the general public, yet, consistently projected onto the fabric of time through architecture & 'landmarks" of old.
We also see this same fascination in "conspiracy"-type movies, such as those relating to so-called "secret societies", private organizations & companies, and even Government.
I think it's Hilarious the way that some people see Symbols as "evil".
Look at society at large; the very world we dwell in. At every minute of everyday, we are presented, and even, surrounded by "symbols" which stand for a collage of countless amounts of information which can be conveyed in one, small, intricately designed Picture.
A picture's worth a thousand words.
Companies have Logo's which are a "Symbol"ic representation of themselves.
Do we need to see the word "McDonald's" to know those 2 large golden-arches in the shape of a giant 'M' represent the fast-food chain we have all grown up on?
Do we need the Chinese-characters of "Yin Yang" to know that a circle which is black & white comma-shaped division, with a Dot of opposite-colour on each means such?
Do shoes need the word NIKE for you to understand that the word-renown "checkmark" sign means.
I personally say No, we do not.
Symbols of condensed forms of information, presented in a way that can convey entire histories in one (usually) small compressed form.
Look at the world-famous Lips&Tongue of the Rolling Stones, the sight of which, (if you are familiar) will bring up the band, their achievements, their history, their decades of ground-breaking, record making (literally), monumental career as performers & rockers who are teachers of generation after generation to this day.
We live in a fast-paced society, that needs the quickest, most concise way of relaying the insane amount of information we have gathered on a day to day basis.
Everyday new things are discovered, combined, destroyed, and upgraded, and we the people, need a Tag/sticker to place upon it "lest we forget".
Our memories are only so large, and without the removal of (so said() 'Useless' information, we really have no other choice but to Condense that which we already have, take a Pretty-picture, and then Burn the dear grandma's ancient, worthless rocking-chair, even though it may hold some sentimental "worth", still, who can deny Ugliest hold no ground when up against the new & beautiful (a delightful 50" Plasma TV for instance).
Don't fear "unknown symbols", or you will be like an uneducated toddler being scared of clowns or Santa Claus.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
the Takeover.~ 123
What has been catching my Ear (& eye) as of late is Music which conveys a sense of mechanical takeover.
There are styles of music, which are masked by different pitches & frequencies which strikingly resemble that of an alien-ship hovering over head, with it's beam & humming high-pitched frequency piercing your ears & mind, as if at any moment, you will be whisked away, abducted, and ... who knows what next?
After that, you then start to imagine; "What if... this is what the future will be?"
What if we are moving towards a world of Technological superiority; not take over but collaboration. A united moment between (not man & beast) but: Man & Machine.
"Aliens" are simply things which are not organic to our so called "natural habitat".
I do believe in Aliens. I do believe we will soon be introduced to them.
I believe people will die because of it, but, simply because of their own Fear & temporary insanity because "What they were Told overpasses what they See".
Why cant we step out onto the plain, face the tiger head on, and present our own dominance?
If they are stronger, we will die, that's true. But, If we run, we will die as well!
Maybe these "aliens" aren't at all the image we have. Maybe they... are an Evolved version of ourselves. An advanced humankind who is one step ahead.
These so called "gods" of ancient history.
Lets face it, the world is changing; the world is evolving.
Look at the world itself, and the dwellers there of. Animals gone extinct, peoples and races slaughtered wiped off the face of the earth.
We, the human race, are evolving as well; some of us are less "developed" than the other; some of us are "developed" worthlessly (commercialized 'wisdom', which is about as useful as a 3,000 year old Big Mac..), and yet, at each 'level' or Life-line, we eventually fade out, the flame slowly diminishes, and we eventually stand by that last small mouthful of mountain grass, after each nibble, climbing closer & closer to our final & bitter end, like the mountain goat who in my mind, is the most Plain & perfect display of a soon-to-be extinct race, who has climbed up the mountain of its own life-line, and is eating away at the last morsels of life as it climbs to it's death.
We are mountain goats, and we are walking towards our own deaths.
The reasons for this? There are far too many.
What we have been taught, told, fed, clothed in, sprayed with, touched, tasted, smelt, seen, given out, felt, thought, hoped for, dreamt of & experienced, has all had a profound affect upon our overall well being; both for good & for complete calamity.
We are the byproducts of our surroundings, upbringing, and the Input we have absorbed over the years, both with & without our own Conscious consent or understanding.
We are the fucked up mother's day card made by the inadequate & untrained A.D.D. ginger kid, who was abandoned at the age of Five by his crack-smoking high school "prom-queen"(-mother), who on the "big night" made her final leap off the building of her corporate "Heaven", having "made it" in the form of her self-absorbed popularity, to the slum-hole gutter of her own demise. Why? Because she "Made It".
Once you make it, it's over; the struggle, the fight, the drive, the will, the wherewithal, the Reason... for ANYTHING has just been snatched from your back-pocket, and you are left in solemn & ancient streets of Rome; a failed & ruined civilization of the past & the Forgotten.
There are styles of music, which are masked by different pitches & frequencies which strikingly resemble that of an alien-ship hovering over head, with it's beam & humming high-pitched frequency piercing your ears & mind, as if at any moment, you will be whisked away, abducted, and ... who knows what next?
After that, you then start to imagine; "What if... this is what the future will be?"
What if we are moving towards a world of Technological superiority; not take over but collaboration. A united moment between (not man & beast) but: Man & Machine.
"Aliens" are simply things which are not organic to our so called "natural habitat".
I do believe in Aliens. I do believe we will soon be introduced to them.
I believe people will die because of it, but, simply because of their own Fear & temporary insanity because "What they were Told overpasses what they See".
Why cant we step out onto the plain, face the tiger head on, and present our own dominance?
If they are stronger, we will die, that's true. But, If we run, we will die as well!
Maybe these "aliens" aren't at all the image we have. Maybe they... are an Evolved version of ourselves. An advanced humankind who is one step ahead.
These so called "gods" of ancient history.
Lets face it, the world is changing; the world is evolving.
Look at the world itself, and the dwellers there of. Animals gone extinct, peoples and races slaughtered wiped off the face of the earth.
We, the human race, are evolving as well; some of us are less "developed" than the other; some of us are "developed" worthlessly (commercialized 'wisdom', which is about as useful as a 3,000 year old Big Mac..), and yet, at each 'level' or Life-line, we eventually fade out, the flame slowly diminishes, and we eventually stand by that last small mouthful of mountain grass, after each nibble, climbing closer & closer to our final & bitter end, like the mountain goat who in my mind, is the most Plain & perfect display of a soon-to-be extinct race, who has climbed up the mountain of its own life-line, and is eating away at the last morsels of life as it climbs to it's death.
We are mountain goats, and we are walking towards our own deaths.
The reasons for this? There are far too many.
What we have been taught, told, fed, clothed in, sprayed with, touched, tasted, smelt, seen, given out, felt, thought, hoped for, dreamt of & experienced, has all had a profound affect upon our overall well being; both for good & for complete calamity.
We are the byproducts of our surroundings, upbringing, and the Input we have absorbed over the years, both with & without our own Conscious consent or understanding.
We are the fucked up mother's day card made by the inadequate & untrained A.D.D. ginger kid, who was abandoned at the age of Five by his crack-smoking high school "prom-queen"(-mother), who on the "big night" made her final leap off the building of her corporate "Heaven", having "made it" in the form of her self-absorbed popularity, to the slum-hole gutter of her own demise. Why? Because she "Made It".
Once you make it, it's over; the struggle, the fight, the drive, the will, the wherewithal, the Reason... for ANYTHING has just been snatched from your back-pocket, and you are left in solemn & ancient streets of Rome; a failed & ruined civilization of the past & the Forgotten.
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