they punish the people thats askin questions
it's just me against the world
Like what? Exhaustion exchange, shy to the jolt into community, charmed by my own damned self. If I could rip free, if people could just see it, see the spark. Light up like a blaze at midnight: inferno awareness, reading too much: 18th century slaves on the brain. Turn-table madness inside, inside the mind--only there, the peace, the friction, the spark: blaze. What does it mean to be part of a society? Floating alone on the currents of anarchy, is this time any realer to me than the past?
Pyrotechnic malaise: freedom and paralysis.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Paralysis-hype
My home is your home
so welcome to the terrordome
The present dilemma: so hyped on self. so hyped on genius. hyped on a creative process drive, on the cultures within me, carried and transmitted, contacted, built, blessed into me. Or on thinking like that in this time; this time as good as then, this interaction as real as that, and yet post-formative identities drift and wash away. Blood is thin, cheap, fleeting. Blood is nothing. But I seek it too. Object love needs blood. And somewhere they're like: "don't believe the hype!" And I'm like: "Believe!"
Object love needs that. Then subject, then spirit.
Living for the here and now in a dying present.
so welcome to the terrordome
The present dilemma: so hyped on self. so hyped on genius. hyped on a creative process drive, on the cultures within me, carried and transmitted, contacted, built, blessed into me. Or on thinking like that in this time; this time as good as then, this interaction as real as that, and yet post-formative identities drift and wash away. Blood is thin, cheap, fleeting. Blood is nothing. But I seek it too. Object love needs blood. And somewhere they're like: "don't believe the hype!" And I'm like: "Believe!"
Object love needs that. Then subject, then spirit.
Living for the here and now in a dying present.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Set It Off
Yesterday I saw a B-girl crying
I walked up and asked what's wrong?
She told me that the radio had been playing the same song all day long...
The structural bent of the fluid world: an existence of speech, time, discussion, thought; at the speed of thought, the speed of living.
But outside of living there's a slower speed. Slow splendor: living is clearer there. Behavior is determined at that speed, though nothing is determined in the day-to-day drivel; day-to-day drive.
Monetization of desire? Valorization of passion? Sweeping changes based on these, on the relationships that come from these. Beneath the structural bent, culture, feeling, the rat-a-tat wild, shake and move, blurred panorama: moment frozen, melted by the music. Beneath culture, molecules. Or is that above again?
All I want is to hang and shit.
Navigating towards freedom, my thinking spirals. Often trapped, I'm fighting past the page.
I walked up and asked what's wrong?
She told me that the radio had been playing the same song all day long...
The structural bent of the fluid world: an existence of speech, time, discussion, thought; at the speed of thought, the speed of living.
But outside of living there's a slower speed. Slow splendor: living is clearer there. Behavior is determined at that speed, though nothing is determined in the day-to-day drivel; day-to-day drive.
Monetization of desire? Valorization of passion? Sweeping changes based on these, on the relationships that come from these. Beneath the structural bent, culture, feeling, the rat-a-tat wild, shake and move, blurred panorama: moment frozen, melted by the music. Beneath culture, molecules. Or is that above again?
All I want is to hang and shit.
Navigating towards freedom, my thinking spirals. Often trapped, I'm fighting past the page.
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