blog blog blog
blah blah blah
fragments
wasted words
waste of space
the internet is full of this stuff, but what is it? Why?
Fuck the words, build more bombs!
BOMBS BOMBS BOMBS!
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Day blog 02
there seems little reason to go on and on and on about some ridiculous bullshit that no one even cares about anyways.
All of these "issues", politics, the environment, the sham that is contemporary "art"; who fucking cares???
Hollywood! Now that's important! I need some fantasyland stories to talk about because who wants to talk about anything meaningful or personable? Who needs personality when TV has more than I can handle?
Aw crap.
The machine is gonna get ya, that matrix shit is real. We are about 5 years away from turning to dust. Those men on the moon or on mars will have no home to return to. Stranded in space until all of the provisions run out. We are those men on the moon.
The ghost in the machine. Maybe the ghosts will finally get some rest.
All of these "issues", politics, the environment, the sham that is contemporary "art"; who fucking cares???
Hollywood! Now that's important! I need some fantasyland stories to talk about because who wants to talk about anything meaningful or personable? Who needs personality when TV has more than I can handle?
Aw crap.
The machine is gonna get ya, that matrix shit is real. We are about 5 years away from turning to dust. Those men on the moon or on mars will have no home to return to. Stranded in space until all of the provisions run out. We are those men on the moon.
The ghost in the machine. Maybe the ghosts will finally get some rest.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Blog day 01
Right into the heart of the mind's eye there is a door. Opening this door reveals a short hallway with a long spiral staircase which resembles an opulent sea snail glistening in the salty ocean shore. Upon ascending this passage the entire space is filled with flashing lights in vibrant yellow, red, and blue. The colors are spinning and gliding around all visible matter. Everything is bathed in a wondrous symphony of color before abruptly dissipating.
The room goes to complete blackness. The air is cold. Subtlety, new shapes emerge in subdued hues of gold and amber. There are sudden bright flashes of light, They are repeating and flaring faster and faster. As if on a twirling carousel or a kaleidoscope spinning out of control; the contours and shapes blur and distort all vision.
There it is. A giant gaping bloody wound. We kicked a hole in the sky. We fall in, through space, stars, parallel universes, other dimensions, galaxies, a black hole, and beyond into
Then I started to paint in a frenzied daze, images I could not express, translate to words. It was as if I wasn't painting at all, these pictures painting themselves using my hand and palette like I was some kind of marionette. This happened for some time and I forgot I was still painting when I heard a voice. It said, "
The unspeakable, the words weren't really heard as much as absorbed as if some more intelligent being was talking to me telepathically. I'll never forget those words it said,"
The room goes to complete blackness. The air is cold. Subtlety, new shapes emerge in subdued hues of gold and amber. There are sudden bright flashes of light, They are repeating and flaring faster and faster. As if on a twirling carousel or a kaleidoscope spinning out of control; the contours and shapes blur and distort all vision.
There it is. A giant gaping bloody wound. We kicked a hole in the sky. We fall in, through space, stars, parallel universes, other dimensions, galaxies, a black hole, and beyond into
Then I started to paint in a frenzied daze, images I could not express, translate to words. It was as if I wasn't painting at all, these pictures painting themselves using my hand and palette like I was some kind of marionette. This happened for some time and I forgot I was still painting when I heard a voice. It said, "
The unspeakable, the words weren't really heard as much as absorbed as if some more intelligent being was talking to me telepathically. I'll never forget those words it said,"
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