Monthly Archives: September 2006

also fine awake.

also fine awake.

i like neko case: whip the blankets i hate assumptions. i love redundant oxymorons. the week has robbed me of my memory and logistics.

 

intersections are different.

intersections are different.

the fact that you dont understand me is as forgettable as the fact that i dont understand your world and frankly our incommunicado is a fault of not our understanding of each other but the simple truth is that we are not meant to believe in each other. it is a micro niche involvement that absorbs your intellect. and mine first. it is a micro sponge that absorbs my ability. it is the death knell that enables your now. or maybe it is as simple as im uglier than you. in the end no one is innocent. fuck off. i play a tune mine or yours its a life and living it is pertinent to her.

 

do not buy

do not buy

from http://monarchcomputers.com they are a pack of thieves. i am still waiting for a refund from 45 days ago. tell your friends. their phone number is 18006110875 if you want to call a number and yell at someone randomly. their email address is order@monarchcomputer.com. have fun hating i know i am!

 

you.

you.

its official. the song of the last three days is eutow. its by autechre and its impossible to mistake. as soon as you hear it you start popping. i know its not going to happen but i had a thought. if the junior boys saw me coming a mile away, and they played a remix of eutow at the emos show, i would need a moment to compose myself. some people really hate autechre. some people really snuff the shit out of autechre. some people dont really know what the fuck an autechre is. i cant solve your problems. but i can ignore them.

 

epilogue

epilogue

frank herbert pubilshed dune messiah in 1969. i read it first in 1991. the epilogue. No bitter stench of funeral still for Muad’dib. No knell nor solemn rite to free the mind From avaricious shadows. He is the fool saint, The golden stranger living forever On the edge of reason. Let your guard fall and he is there! His crimson peace and soverign pallor Strike into our universe on prophetic webs To the verge of a quiet glance-there! Out of bristiling star-jungles; Mysterious, lethal, an oracle without eyes, Catspaw of prophecy, whose voice never dies! Shai-halud, he awaits thee upon a strand Where couples walk and fix, eye to eye, The delicious ennui of love. He strides through the long cavern of time, Scattering the fool-self of his dream. -The Ghola’s Hymn

 

activity.

activity.

its been a terribly busy week. thankfully this week is for all intensive purposes done. this is good. i espouse: minimal belongings computer literacy trust in others .005 pens and .7-.1 mech pencils shoes over sandals midi keyboards books i shrink back from: edible snails air conditioning football gold watches fox news news fake