jettison your apocalyptic yearnings

i mean it, especially ye, ye sluggards!

Night in NEW Mexxico

shuddupppp!!!, shrieked Hildegaard McCovinskly over the roar of scooter noise filling the nearby alley with it and shouts of them; them being kids of all colors and size, guffawing and possibly killing each other she thought. ne'er in all the days of living in the dry yet despondent outskirts of Albecquerci had she wittnessed such needless and heedless abandon of thought and maturity and natural decency and good heavens, were they killing a cat?! A shriek of what sounded like horror subsided into laughter and the banging of perhaps garbage cans against what must have been a wall of the hardware store and hopefully not someone's head. that would not please her not at all she thought to herself her mother Mildredge DeBoer would have trod out in her clompity boots with a shotgun and like a man or yester woman shot the shit out of the trouble raising her rangy voice into the heights of the lower registers like she'd seen her do once to ward of the local boys trying harass her friend on her way home in her cheerleader outfit boys were so much more forward then not like now who knew what subdued them all you heard if anything were the packs of the dark clothes wearing types the druggies rummaging through town like their lives were over and who knew really maybe they were on to something with their despondent i'm already dead look of crushedness the normal sort of chasing that used to go on was different but the aggression was still there much more than today the internet and the pornography takes the chase out of them she mused, shuffling down the hall to the closet at the top of which a shotgun a hundred years old could that be was below a few extra blankets and above the scrabble game that hadn't been removed since her real estate smuck of a son in law had brought her granddaughter to visit her daughter god knows where was probably still in L.A. no longer pretending to be a producer now just decomposing in a ditch near the border most likely probably fell in with Hell's Angel's after the stint in pornography whatever had she done or not done to deserve such a wreckage the billboard outside her home had a light which flickered in technical despair below an enormous advertisement for some sort of liquor a girl seemed to be drinking it while on a leash held by a man in underpants but it had the look of a fashion magazine and the sign read: Be There. And where exactly was that, here she was while the lights from this sign and the oil change spilled into the neighborhood and half the windows facing that way were blacked out by the houses up the street to keep out the light at night for god's sake across the street a man stood in front of the bar and billiards smoking a cigarette until at last a cab pulled up and he shooed it away. She went to the refridgerator with the shotgun under her arm the children screaming had past and she poured a lemonade and took it to the porch and her swing and sat at last in a slightly cooling breeze beneath the billboard and faint moon in the desert night.

IKNOWIBEENCHANGED

Tom Waits

EDIBLE DIRT

Melvin was reading that, according to Nietzsche, 'free-will' is a bullshit guilt-trip concept invented by idiots to make themselves feel guilty all the time and hate anybody who steps on their toes. But the phrase is something more along the lines of 'impute guilt', thought Melvin, feeling guilty about how he'd paraphrased his fav. philosopher, who he idolized above all stupidities ever. In point of case in fact, he was just now making a nifty new leather binding for that indispensible classic of yore, 'Twilight of the Idols'. Ahhh the refreshing gusts of bullshit-bashing Friedrich could hencerightly follow his e'r footstep through the miserably unenlightened world gefilled mit error-stricken monkey humans, dithering pathetic 'long the yester banks of mental destitution. Take for one the retarded believers in things that don't make sense, Melvin negotiated, with a furrow of brow, gazing out with dunkel darkening concern, with exuded genius, with perservering pessemism for the UBER man. Was the subject truly sublimated into category by now or was he confusing his geniuses? Wait - the retards, he re-requisitioned his thought gone awhirl amid the mind capsizing tangible elements of the external, indeed corporeal reality. Existence reasserted its Dasein-ness in simple water eddies, like those below the pier he stood on presently, overlooking the genuine Pacific. Mistake, again - forgot to concentrate on the likelihood of lost subjectivity - reified pseudo-consciousness, how could this enlightened farce register? Why was this artifacted hangman metaphysics not shattering the consciousness of modern being?
Ever the slight compulsion to dizzy from the Zarathustrian Elysian heights! But it was slight, and Melvin carried on upon the mountain of knowing. Knowing and knowing and knowing. And he knew. And he knew some more and then even some more. But he could see that down below, here and between the strangled rivers there were ant people, retardedly remaining idiotic. And he knew it because he did.

Pepsi and Chimpanzees are your father in heaven.

--------------------------MY CENTURY (Reductio ad absurdum)------------

PEOPLE ARE CIGARETTES.

NOTHING EXISTS EXCEPT ME.

There is nothing I can do to make anyone else happy. (No one can make me happy.)

You haven't hurt me. Yet.

Love is chocolate.

SEX IS GOOD FOR YOUR COMPLEXION.

I do not have any choice. I have millions of choices. I believe in freedom but I am a determinist. I believe in the big bang. The different choices of soft drinks mean I am free.

TRUST YOUR DRUGS.

CONSCRIPT, PRESCRIBE.

A TATTOO is a PRODUCT ENHANCEMENT.

Marriage is status quo and staus quo is, as you know....

COGNITIVE DISSONANCE.

Everyone has real feelings on television.

COPYRIGHT YOUR PERSONALITY.

Be my COCA-COLA. I WILL BE YOUR VERIZON WIRELESS.

YOU SOUND WRONG.

EMOTION IS MYSTICISM.

IF you are not happy enough, you are unsuccessful.

IT IS YOUR DUTY AS AN EMANCIPATED AMERICAN TO HAVE A good time.

FREE WILL IS YOUR ONLY RIGHT.

CAUSALITY IS AN IDEA.

IF THERE IS CAUSE AND EFFECT THERE IS NO FREEDOM.

FREEDOM DOES NOT MEAN 'NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE'.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN SCIENCE?

Organic matter means something.

SCIENCE IS NEITHER BAD NOR GOOD IN VIRTUE OF ITS BEING SCIENCE.

"A MOLE HAS NO CONSCIOUSNESS BUT IT burrows in a SPECIFIC DIRECTION."

Love is MORE THAN YOU THINK.

YOU CANNOT MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY. YOU CAN MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY.

TWO OBJECTIVE INTERESTS CAN BE IN OPPOSITION.

WHAT IF I HAVE THE ONLY FOOD AND SHELTER LEFT? (CONSTRUCT A POSSIBLE SCENARIO.)

Who accepts complexity? Complication is acceptable.

COMPLEX HUMAN.

The unlikelihood of setting sail let alone finding new lands or ending up anywhere.

From Patrick Chappatte (Switzerland).

HOW WHAT?

Grey. Or gray, if you want. The breakdown of ability to make distinctions results in 'totalitarian' landscapes. We 'exist' in 24 fps, in exit right, enter left standard - the tempo of cinematic conventions have locked us into step. With what? With what though? With an ever-homogenized aesthetic. Attempts, as there are, to 'free' the 'trapped' are over-focused on notions of false consciousness. Whatever became of faith in mind? The core of that great big existential corpus - was really the affirmation of the individual as an essential identity (not the supposed necessitation into nihilism)... see Kierkegaard, see Kant on 'freedom'. (But) Hence we would free ourselves through enslavement. Via dedication to extremities, to 'new' unconventionalities. Blatant stupidity is the way this contradictory new ideology presents itself. Be unique - and choose for yourself the drink that everyone else is choosing. No work is required to undermine the absurdity of these kinds of statements. Nevertheless the contradiction is taken as non-contradictory - why? because the message 'be unique' and 'be like everyone else' are both accepted as generically positive. And contradictory language has a 'stunning' quality. Examine the tautological sentencings of contemporary politicians. What shall we do about the budget deficit? We will do something about it. What can we do about improving education? We will resolve to do something about improving education. But what? How? And there is now the persistant clamor of all-connectedness - this persistant effort to eliminate the natural borders (instead of the unnatural ones) is just more evidence that we are loosing the ability to face our individualities and suffer our uniqueness, to make connections of our own free will, out of our commonalities and differences alike, across natural divisions there are may be natural connections - the metaphysical ones, those we must make distinctions in order to be able to see. We are not all the same... "We had to learn to distinguish. To distinguish and distinguish and distinguish. It was distinguishing, and not explanation that mattered." (Saul Bellow, Mr. Sammler's Planet, pg. 61) And from the previous page: "Whereas others sought the extraordinary in the world. Or wished to be what was gaped at. They themselves wanted to be the birds of rare plumage, the queerly deformed fishes, the ridiculous breeds of men." Max Weber - "Specialists without spirit, sensualists without heart, this nullity imagines that it has attained a level of civilization never before achieved."