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Sunday, October 30, 2005

- 5:29 am

at the end of it all,
what do you really know?

just ask yourself; about everything and anything around you. the world is a tangled mess of confusion and its all you can do to sort out your own life until you turn around and realise hey. what the fuck is going on?

would it not be considered true to understand that benefits to the overall synergy of a group of people to be much more important than some fickle belief in the self and that alone? to hell with all o that, carry on in your sad stupid torpors, your waking dreams, stuck in your own little universes parallel to all those others as another thinking breathing so called rational person passes you by without so much as a flicker of a glance, moving on erratically and mindlessly towards their own aims of money and whatever form of personal glory is to be found in this world.

at the end of it all,
you'll be dead.

so will i for that matter. but change; change is constant and yet nobody seems to want to be remembered for any of the right things; or their causes are supposedly righteous and benevelont, still after everything happens its all just a bunch of crud. take a look at the big picture and understand that everything is linked, everybody is a living, breathing piece of this planet, our strange little sideshow of human infrastructure and culture.

the way those two contrast. it kills me putting them into the same sentence, but whaddaheck. on one hand, we have something rigid and non malleable and on the other side you got yourself an ever changing set of beliefs. both mean nothing in the end; what life is for is perpetuation; continuity and progress. no not moral or technological or any of that bullshit but just the ability to move forward with time and not go on in some bungled attempt to move time with you.

forget the writings, forget everything and just freeze. two tables away, a man is stuck with his espresso in the air, his lips just touching the edge of the cup while on the other side two women engaged in conversation gesticulate wildly at (and about) nothing in particular. new trends, fashions, armani, gucci, giordano, belozoglu emre (no wait, thats an inter milan player) quit flying above our heads like the proverbial shite that ended up hitting the fan. terribly sad innit. and then all of a sudden it all continues, the man takes his sip, and the women carry on like a couple of hens crowing about a new egg. or not crowing. cocks crow.

im shocked, stunned and everything else. or maybe not. actually no, not really, i done changed my mind. its like late; too late and too early all at the same time. somewhere between the sacred silence and spring, a place only a few of us will ever find. who cares?

now im back to set the record straight

anyways drama nite be comin soon so i's hopin that plenty a you managed to get yourselves tickets to come watch me host a threesome. its gonna be a lotta fun; take it all on the other side and throw it right back and maybe the world'll become a better place. spread some joy around the toast that is our lovely little world; or plant your arse down on the ground and wave your hands in the air like you just dont care. congratulations; you officially look like an idiot.

anyhows, whens its all done,
you dream like the deadened lover
die forever the only one
dont wake me up cos its almost over

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rackin' em up since before you were born
(january 2004)