Thursday, May 28, 2009

Stick that in your pipe and ponder it!

Has it ever occurred to you to wonder why human beings are such a strange breed of vegetable?

Some have ventured that the beasties are actually poultry, given that they're prone to frequent fits of frenzy and flights of only-ever fancy - and lose their heads over something as paltry as dinner.

In the same way that a grape isn't quite wine waiting to happen, I'm not yet convinced... but all the angry stomping about makes me mirthful nevertheless.

Here a vine, there a pod, but ne'er a swarm of locusts when you need one!

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The game

"You don't know about society...; you don't have the satisfaction of avoiding it."

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Apocalypsssssse!


beginReality(humans, Earth, chances[0,0,0,0...], shit, screwed);

Ahhhh, tonight is one of those nights! Ya know what I'm talkin' about? Hah! YEAH, you do!

It's one of those nights where I'm experiencing an uncontrollable urge to plug into Unreal Tournament and crank up some KMFDM, Manson, Ayria, Lullacry, Kittie and Zombie Girl and just blow some sh*t the f*ck up! (People get mad when I blow things up in the real world. Idiots! They always fail to grasp the point!)

True art is practically a lost art nowadays.

Mass media is ass-backwards, folks! (The open-eyed among you already know that, but I feel compelled to reiterate reality at every opportunity, just to be thorough.) In a world overrun by carnal appetites who've evolved the ability to perambulate and combine fact+imagination to rationalize ANYTHING, the few still-sane survivors among us should all be taking up arms and putting the rest out of their misery.

If you've ever wondered why war--over the last few thousand years--has been steadily reinforcing an ideal position from which to consume our entire planet, (even though it all flies in the faces of so-called "reason," our own survival, and even sunshine and rainbows), this is it! Humanity has decayed to the point of objective hilarity, far beyond even the relative glimmer of despair --

-- and OH MY FREAKING GOD!!, sometimes it's just all I can do to not go clock-tower-massacre on an apocalyptic scale!

Of course our social and personal proclivities have progressively become more and more violent with each generation! If they weren't, our children would all be out of their f*cking minds and recreating Columbine by the time they hit 4th grade! Where else do you think all of that self-loathing is going to end up? People may be stupid--and good lord, every time I think I've seen it all, some complete backbirth manages to surprise me--but no human being is capable of true ignorance in the face of unavoidable truth. And the truth, you bozos, is that every fucked-up person knows, KNOWS, exactly how fucked-up s/he is - and now that that comprehension has been thoroughly suppressed for thousands of years by every social engine driving our lives, the pressure has finally begun to become too much. Eventually, people reach a breaking point at which the force of clarity overwhelms the force of stigma-inspired inanity... and then stuff like Columbine happens, (which then, ironically, gets turned into merely another device to repress the greater social truth intrinsic in its occurrence!)

And speaking of that incident: I literally LOL'd when I read the news reports trying to establish a positive correlation between violent video games and the shootings; maybe if those kids had played *more* Doom, they wouldn't have given in to their--brilliant--instincts to do something about their local pollution problem. Err, I mean, kill all those poor students.

How f'ing backwards will our society have to become as a whole before we turn completely inside-out and get thrown in the dirty laundry bin of the Universe? I don't know - but I know we've gotta be getting really damned close!

So, masses! While you're hooking up to your fantasy-sustaining alcohol I.V.s; going through the mundane motions of eating, excreting, fucking, sometimes combining all three and using those simple--meaningless--functions to justify your existence; denying everything and denying your denial; you should sleep lightly - 'cause the only reason you're still alive is because somebody--somewhere--has decided to let you live. And I'm one of them!

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objectivity_on = false;
sanity_on = false;

detachment_on = true;
music_on = true;
digital_slaughter_on = true;
}