you were never here

you never read this

all you never knew

came before...

rem jewel and metal bugs

deep sleep dreams last for but the briefest moment and in the end, the saved gave nothing back to the world but fear and oppression and nightmares (they needed to create the darkness and fear of the darkness to sell the light), so nothing else matters, who knows (tomorrow?)...

like you could care less...

abstract or concrete thought

People are mostly confused, delusional, and afraid to actually think for themselves, therefore their thoughts are relatively meaningless whether they are abstract or concrete as they are "hive" or collective thoughts and not individual thoughts, rendering all irrelevant.

antiblogdistablishmenterrorism

what would you be doing right now if the internet was not here?

people love to hate

just look at what attracts the most people the most... the news is all about death and destruction, abuse and victimization, who to heat and/or fear... news you need to know they tell you...

people also love to judge others badly and laugh at others... just look at the tabloid papers and tv shows from talk to celebrity gossip to cop shows to reality tv shows... people love to watch conflict and ridicule and other people behaving badly or stupidly...

people love to celebrate death and destruction...

people suck, really...

who cares?

i could write the most profoundly essential words, the concept that explains god or the universe or everything, the key to peace and happiness and universal understanding, and who cares?... like the dam tree faling in the forest, it's meaningless... and even if you read it, are you really going to do it?... are we really going to share it?... of course not, we'll just go on bullshitting ourselves with the daily drivel we make so important (usually based on money in this sick culture) and nod our heads at the words and then forget they even exist...

i dare you to prove me wrong...

the hope

foolish as it seems, i still have my dreams... and the hope that all these words, thouands of pages (many thousands, actually)... writing an average of an hour a day for more than a decade (with some days skipped and other days lived in the words from waking to sleeping) writing and sending these words, these messages in bottles out on to the cyber seas... like a drunk robinson caruso talking to a soccer ball named amy, or [insert name here] and hoping for a response...

you're an idiot, i hear from the back of my mind... everybody is living while you are writing... and yet, someone must love words as i do, someone must want to share the words as i do, not as life, but as an extension of the mind, the ethereal life...

still, this may very well be why i am alone tonight...

the visit

what does the burning tree say to the burning bush?



fuck you?

huh?

or



Live!

ole

and when the point is made and taken and given to exposure and made all too clear to be avoided, we have the answer we came to seek and then, lose interest and mosey off with our exuberance as if it never existed at all...

consistency revisited

if i came here every day and wrote something meaningful, something profound, or even just something that i wanted to share, innocuous, personal, general, specific, serious, irreverence, nonsense, or whatever...

would it matter in the end if you missed an entry?

as if that doesn't happen every day, but

who's counting, anyway?

if we cared

We would understand.

as if no one knows

I just go on writing here, careless, or pretending not to care, bitter, or pretending to be bitter, cursing laughter, or laughing at the crap spouted into the void. I just go on writing here, as I could care less if anyone was out there, as if the whole point of blogging was a pathetic waste of time and energy. I just go on writing here, if no one knows.

fukitol