Unapologetic. We must be unapologetic when the situation warrants it. And it often does. Situations practically hand themselves to selfish ignorance. Under the breath and beyond the boundaries of logic. Quietess it seems, is favoured, and the selfish are ignored.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Outwardly Unapologetic
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Lon
Archaic
Fell oh fell
No, wait, flatten
The creative side needs to be fed?
Write and shoot
And shoot
And slide
Monday, January 12, 2009
An older Fictional Creation
Picture this. I will now set up a conventional image for you.
There is a man sitting on a beautiful white beach, and the sun is shining. This man is not myself. You are looking at him from his right hand side, from a little way down the beach. He is sitting up, about halfway up the beach. His hands are pushed out behind him, keeping him propped up, with his legs spread out in front of him. There is a treeline behind him, curving around towards a cliff in the distance at the end of the beach. It is windy, and the man's hair is being blown about. The ocean is not calm, but not menacing.
The beach is deserted. He is looking out onto the ocean, with a contented smile upon his face.
Now you are looking over his right shoulder. You do not cast a shadow, because you are simply being guided by my narration, and hence do not exist in the physical world that is being created here. The man is still contented and pondering. To the right of the man's right thigh, you begin to see a small patch of red, just underneath the sand. It is a deep red.
The patch begins to expand, and moves beneath the sand, without touching the sand, or moving it. It continues to expand.
You are now looking down on the man from the front. He is looking through you. There is now a constant and noticeable increase in the deep red ebbing below the sand. The man is unaware of the movement.
We return down the beach to our original position. There is a band of red along the beach underneath where the man is sitting, and it is waving and expanding outwards in no particular manner. It is casual, and nonchalant.
The man finally notices the ever expanding expanse of red beneath him. The sand does not feel any different. When it is picked up, it is still blond. There is no extra heat, there is no extra moisture in it. It is simply, red. The man stands up and looks at the sand with a mild panic. He watches as the red expands faster and faster. He stands stupified, as the entire beach has now been coloured red. The red continues into the bases of the trees and shrubs within the treeline. The waters and soil become tinted.
A few moment pass... (for dramatic effect).
He picks up yet another handful of sand, and it is now red. The texture of the sand has changed. It is no longer coarse, it is much finer. Somewhat slippery. He sinks a little within it, but not greatly.
The ground to his immediate left begins to shake. We observe this from the point directly above the point of increased movement. Beneath the newly formed island of red, there begins to emerge a square of jet black. The sand becomes pushed up around the emerging edifice.
It breaks through the sand.
It is a square black box. Perfectly smooth. It shakes off all sand that clings to it. It repels the sand. It emerges from the sand and is the height of the man's knee, when standing. The vibration ceases, and the unnatural object rests in equilibrium on the sand.
The man continues to be stupified.
As is the box.
There is a man sitting on a beautiful white beach, and the sun is shining. This man is not myself. You are looking at him from his right hand side, from a little way down the beach. He is sitting up, about halfway up the beach. His hands are pushed out behind him, keeping him propped up, with his legs spread out in front of him. There is a treeline behind him, curving around towards a cliff in the distance at the end of the beach. It is windy, and the man's hair is being blown about. The ocean is not calm, but not menacing.
The beach is deserted. He is looking out onto the ocean, with a contented smile upon his face.
Now you are looking over his right shoulder. You do not cast a shadow, because you are simply being guided by my narration, and hence do not exist in the physical world that is being created here. The man is still contented and pondering. To the right of the man's right thigh, you begin to see a small patch of red, just underneath the sand. It is a deep red.
The patch begins to expand, and moves beneath the sand, without touching the sand, or moving it. It continues to expand.
You are now looking down on the man from the front. He is looking through you. There is now a constant and noticeable increase in the deep red ebbing below the sand. The man is unaware of the movement.
We return down the beach to our original position. There is a band of red along the beach underneath where the man is sitting, and it is waving and expanding outwards in no particular manner. It is casual, and nonchalant.
The man finally notices the ever expanding expanse of red beneath him. The sand does not feel any different. When it is picked up, it is still blond. There is no extra heat, there is no extra moisture in it. It is simply, red. The man stands up and looks at the sand with a mild panic. He watches as the red expands faster and faster. He stands stupified, as the entire beach has now been coloured red. The red continues into the bases of the trees and shrubs within the treeline. The waters and soil become tinted.
A few moment pass... (for dramatic effect).
He picks up yet another handful of sand, and it is now red. The texture of the sand has changed. It is no longer coarse, it is much finer. Somewhat slippery. He sinks a little within it, but not greatly.
The ground to his immediate left begins to shake. We observe this from the point directly above the point of increased movement. Beneath the newly formed island of red, there begins to emerge a square of jet black. The sand becomes pushed up around the emerging edifice.
It breaks through the sand.
It is a square black box. Perfectly smooth. It shakes off all sand that clings to it. It repels the sand. It emerges from the sand and is the height of the man's knee, when standing. The vibration ceases, and the unnatural object rests in equilibrium on the sand.
The man continues to be stupified.
As is the box.
A Note
All the previous blogs have been excerpts from a great number of things written on another webpage. I just took the most relevant one for the present time...
Fragment
"Man is a stream whose source is hidden. Our being descending into us from we know not whence....I am constrained at every moment to acknowledge a higher origin for events that the will I call mine."
Mentos: The Fresh Maker
Theres a person controlling the mental activity of a good friend of mine. Subdueing his once strong and friendly mental activity. Choosing his friends and his other social patterns. He is already heavily subdued before, but it is now worse. I don't like this person doing this, but there is nothing we can do about it because of our polite standing in society and maybe he's just as happy this way. But it is a great injustice.
"...horizontal stumped streams of deep grey, sitting on a square board of yellow flowing into oranges, with blue, white and grey triangles in groups of 3, feeling like the underneath of a mousemat, an intoxicating smell of oils and paints, white transparent borders running horizontal also, and all lying in a phone box on the Western Road. A confusing sight. Especially when no-one is around..."
I wasn't being sarcastic mike. Sorry if I've offended yous but that was just the impression I got from that blog. To elaborate...
I thought that the web idea thing was interesting but why I say you have a bit of a lack of feeling is because you were laughing at it! You were observing how people interact and feel and work off each other, which I think is great and beautiful thing, and you were laughing at it!
And this:
"all you need to do is walk down a street in town at night to see enough miserable souls to realise that life is pretty shit, the unhappy in the world far outway the happy"
This freaks me out a bit.... I won't really talk about it because its kinda self-explanitory. Basically, I said the lack of feeling thing because I was suprised at another person just sitting back and laughing at life and people. That ain't how I like to live and think of things! But I suppose we just got a different view on life. I is an optimist, you is a pessimist.
Love is great folks. People are great. And thats not just Valentines day talking.
I fell this will explain better than I can:
http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs12.html
"...horizontal stumped streams of deep grey, sitting on a square board of yellow flowing into oranges, with blue, white and grey triangles in groups of 3, feeling like the underneath of a mousemat, an intoxicating smell of oils and paints, white transparent borders running horizontal also, and all lying in a phone box on the Western Road. A confusing sight. Especially when no-one is around..."
I wasn't being sarcastic mike. Sorry if I've offended yous but that was just the impression I got from that blog. To elaborate...
I thought that the web idea thing was interesting but why I say you have a bit of a lack of feeling is because you were laughing at it! You were observing how people interact and feel and work off each other, which I think is great and beautiful thing, and you were laughing at it!
And this:
"all you need to do is walk down a street in town at night to see enough miserable souls to realise that life is pretty shit, the unhappy in the world far outway the happy"
This freaks me out a bit.... I won't really talk about it because its kinda self-explanitory. Basically, I said the lack of feeling thing because I was suprised at another person just sitting back and laughing at life and people. That ain't how I like to live and think of things! But I suppose we just got a different view on life. I is an optimist, you is a pessimist.
Love is great folks. People are great. And thats not just Valentines day talking.
I fell this will explain better than I can:
http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs12.html
"It's like the bloody UN in this house..."
Its because its full of foreigners.....
Putting down floors, tiling, putting on doors, changing electrics, painting, putting in windows, wandering thorugh our house looking for toilets, drinking tea, smoking, not flushing said toilet, having very very angry conversations in a very very foreign languages on very very mobile telephones, not closing doors, covering my life in dust, making me sleep on the couch wrapped in a jacket at 7 in the morning, fitting toilets, laughing, saying hello, telling me they used to be in the russian army and hoovering....
like the bloody U.N.
Putting down floors, tiling, putting on doors, changing electrics, painting, putting in windows, wandering thorugh our house looking for toilets, drinking tea, smoking, not flushing said toilet, having very very angry conversations in a very very foreign languages on very very mobile telephones, not closing doors, covering my life in dust, making me sleep on the couch wrapped in a jacket at 7 in the morning, fitting toilets, laughing, saying hello, telling me they used to be in the russian army and hoovering....
like the bloody U.N.
Come on now...
Make an effort will you?
I mean at this stage you'd think you're experts.
Couldn't make it to the up and up eh?
Ah well, there'll always be a nex
x
x
t
t
am?
Nah...
So what are you doing with yourself these days? Still got the friends?
I mean at this stage you'd think you're experts.
Couldn't make it to the up and up eh?
Ah well, there'll always be a nex
x
x
t
t
am?
Nah...
So what are you doing with yourself these days? Still got the friends?
I nearly had it just there
I nearly had it just there.
What it is I don't really know.
But god....I was so close.
It was on the tip of my tongue.
I was staring into space and,
I nearly had it.
Bloody annoying that I've lost it,
But it's still close by I think...
I'll probably get close again soon.
Hopefully I'll catch it then.
If not then, them maybe the next time...
What it is I don't really know.
But god....I was so close.
It was on the tip of my tongue.
I was staring into space and,
I nearly had it.
Bloody annoying that I've lost it,
But it's still close by I think...
I'll probably get close again soon.
Hopefully I'll catch it then.
If not then, them maybe the next time...
V<>V
t's all just lucky easy man.
If someone else is watching out for you it is,
I mean if you're directed to certain areas and into making certain decisions then its all easy.
Unless it makes you do bad things.
How do we know its right?
Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Ehmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ha.
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Hardly a proper forum for discussion is it?!?!?!
If someone else is watching out for you it is,
I mean if you're directed to certain areas and into making certain decisions then its all easy.
Unless it makes you do bad things.
How do we know its right?
Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Ehmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ha.
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--
././././././.,.,.,.,.,/,/,/,/,/,./, ;'; ;;'; ;;';';';'; ;'; ;'; ;'; ;'; ;'; ;'; ;'; ;'; ;';
Hardly a proper forum for discussion is it?!?!?!
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