the hungry and the hanged, the damaged and the done
Cecotrope writes: "Title = Altering Response: Fictive Semiotics in chuck bundchen's bomb the world (I can never think of titles so you've got to cut corners somewhere: http://www.brysons.net/generator.html)
You win, you are the next most post-modern thing I have witnessed all day, by which I mean yesterday... technically, you are the most post-modern thing I have seen all day. Before you were the most post-modern thing I witnessed all day there was a Docu-Drama called Intervention. This particular episode which my friend gets on demand was about a 24 year old meth addict/ alcholic named Christy, she has been addicted to meth for 10 years. Thats a long time needless to say, and it definatly shows that meth psychosis can do powerful things to warp the mind, it was absolutly terrifying and proved to be a continual reminder to never touch the stuff (along with cold medicine, all antibiotics (they cause super bacteria to breed right), and heroin (maybe) .)
To be concise, this blog of yours is a pick me up. While Miko seems to point out that blogging and the internet in general is very insignificant to the world being pulled and revolved by gravitational forces from the sun, this blog is made up of things. People, numbers, letters, the back bone of what has built our civilizations. You point out this is like reverse spamming, instead of recieving random information about questionable things, you recieve random sweet nothings about real things... and those are probably the best things of all. This blog connects people, it takes whats happening and makes it happen for any person who reads it. I could be doing homework right now and I will, perhaps right around 3am, but I will be cool for class in 9 hours because its night time somewhere and we all know living and sleeping can overlap.
One day we can all erect a giant monument to the cause of the internet, we will gather every discarded monitor and use the cables to intertwine and connect the screens into a giant armature of ones and zeros. It will be glorious and intimidating, and from that day forward true free democracy will flourish through the internet as nations free themselves of oppression with giant robots made out of old computer parts, if we win then bomb the world, if we lose then bomb the world. The fall out will change us all into Lagomorph, our ears will extend and if we happen to be male our scrotums will somehow migrate in front of the penis. Women will likely deviour us after that for creating giant robots out of computer parts.”
i before e, except after c.
when was that phrase burned into my gray mush? 2nd grade? 3rd? 4th? i’ll never forget it – it is impossible. it’s like 7x8=56, 4x4=16, and 12x12=144. around the world in 3rd grade. champion. white card stock; green numerals.
“who among us will avenge miss nina simone?”
only when i’m drinking do i think i’ll smoke.
only then, do i make all the plans in the world.
only then, do i think i could write the bible. in one sitting. alone.
only when i’m drinking do i think i’ll actually do it.
i think i’ll do everything. just tonight.
“dead kids don’t get photographed, god bless our dead marines.”
in november and december, i wrote the above lyrics on a chalk board in a men’s room.
someone wrote “fuck you.” both times.
i also wrote “go black ‘n’ gold.”
someone wrote “fuck yeah.” one time.
“lost a friend to oceans, lost a friend to hills.”
and then i sent a story to the hippest cats this side of the communist manifesto. they said yes; they said no.
and then i showed my dad and he said “you don’t actually believe this stuff, right?”
he said that -- despite the fact that i didn’t get anything but an “A” until 4th grade – you can imagine that day. it was over for me i was sure.
i would never play nintendo again, and i sure as heck wasn’t going to college. and surely i would be sentenced to go to sunday school twice a week instead of just once. maybe three times.
confirmation class was more stressful than the driving exam, GRE’s, or graduate-level final examinations. nicene creed? transmogrification? deuteronomy? worst days of my life. i didn’t sleep the week previous.
“when the world is sick, can’t no one be well? but i dreamt we was all beautiful and strong.”
esophagus – strike one?
no one has ever been stronger – he could stop the tsunami. and fight the killer, and put out the fire, and save the princess, and protect us all.
all in the same night.
the esophagus felled my giant’s father as well.
or maybe peristalsis just wears out like a rubber band.
note: lyrics not mine.
You win, you are the next most post-modern thing I have witnessed all day, by which I mean yesterday... technically, you are the most post-modern thing I have seen all day. Before you were the most post-modern thing I witnessed all day there was a Docu-Drama called Intervention. This particular episode which my friend gets on demand was about a 24 year old meth addict/ alcholic named Christy, she has been addicted to meth for 10 years. Thats a long time needless to say, and it definatly shows that meth psychosis can do powerful things to warp the mind, it was absolutly terrifying and proved to be a continual reminder to never touch the stuff (along with cold medicine, all antibiotics (they cause super bacteria to breed right), and heroin (maybe) .)
To be concise, this blog of yours is a pick me up. While Miko seems to point out that blogging and the internet in general is very insignificant to the world being pulled and revolved by gravitational forces from the sun, this blog is made up of things. People, numbers, letters, the back bone of what has built our civilizations. You point out this is like reverse spamming, instead of recieving random information about questionable things, you recieve random sweet nothings about real things... and those are probably the best things of all. This blog connects people, it takes whats happening and makes it happen for any person who reads it. I could be doing homework right now and I will, perhaps right around 3am, but I will be cool for class in 9 hours because its night time somewhere and we all know living and sleeping can overlap.
One day we can all erect a giant monument to the cause of the internet, we will gather every discarded monitor and use the cables to intertwine and connect the screens into a giant armature of ones and zeros. It will be glorious and intimidating, and from that day forward true free democracy will flourish through the internet as nations free themselves of oppression with giant robots made out of old computer parts, if we win then bomb the world, if we lose then bomb the world. The fall out will change us all into Lagomorph, our ears will extend and if we happen to be male our scrotums will somehow migrate in front of the penis. Women will likely deviour us after that for creating giant robots out of computer parts.”
i before e, except after c.
when was that phrase burned into my gray mush? 2nd grade? 3rd? 4th? i’ll never forget it – it is impossible. it’s like 7x8=56, 4x4=16, and 12x12=144. around the world in 3rd grade. champion. white card stock; green numerals.
“who among us will avenge miss nina simone?”
only when i’m drinking do i think i’ll smoke.
only then, do i make all the plans in the world.
only then, do i think i could write the bible. in one sitting. alone.
only when i’m drinking do i think i’ll actually do it.
i think i’ll do everything. just tonight.
“dead kids don’t get photographed, god bless our dead marines.”
in november and december, i wrote the above lyrics on a chalk board in a men’s room.
someone wrote “fuck you.” both times.
i also wrote “go black ‘n’ gold.”
someone wrote “fuck yeah.” one time.
“lost a friend to oceans, lost a friend to hills.”
and then i sent a story to the hippest cats this side of the communist manifesto. they said yes; they said no.
and then i showed my dad and he said “you don’t actually believe this stuff, right?”
he said that -- despite the fact that i didn’t get anything but an “A” until 4th grade – you can imagine that day. it was over for me i was sure.
i would never play nintendo again, and i sure as heck wasn’t going to college. and surely i would be sentenced to go to sunday school twice a week instead of just once. maybe three times.
confirmation class was more stressful than the driving exam, GRE’s, or graduate-level final examinations. nicene creed? transmogrification? deuteronomy? worst days of my life. i didn’t sleep the week previous.
“when the world is sick, can’t no one be well? but i dreamt we was all beautiful and strong.”
esophagus – strike one?
no one has ever been stronger – he could stop the tsunami. and fight the killer, and put out the fire, and save the princess, and protect us all.
all in the same night.
the esophagus felled my giant’s father as well.
or maybe peristalsis just wears out like a rubber band.
note: lyrics not mine.
posted by greg @ 9:11 PM
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