I wrote this backwards
It rains.
Infinite drum loops.
Every aspect of our lives an instrument for the beat.
3D soundscape and music video.
The vocals kick in.
Feminine sunlight.
A techno lullaby.
Sensory perception become distorted.
Logic patterns become far removed.
Thought process breakdown like Shatner.
You can see them.
Old. Hungry.
“AUuuuI”
Horrible clay people.
At the fringes of your senses.
To comprehend them is madness.
They can’t exist, they slide through the reality circuits, fucked and broken by an infinite beat, the great mothers aborted children, clay men screaming vowels in the name of hunger, banging on your door because they just want to talk.
It rains madness.
Magic. A contemplative psychological process with an emphasis on seeing the world in different ways. This is then usually followed by the part about changing reality by changing your perceptions i.e quantum physics.
Depending on your point of view, this is either a philosophical exploration of experience, some teenagers turning their breakdowns and acid trips into meaningful experiences, or some deluded old fools who cover up their insecurities with metaphysical beliefs.
I just can't do the magic scene. I don't want to argue with these people, i really like these people, i just find it so hard to bite my tongue. It stresses me out and it hurts me. There's a reason why there's so many manifestos commanding us all to get up and do something, cos' if you can get someone else to do it then we wouldn't all have to look at ourselves in the mirror and see that our skyscrapers are built on sand. I think we're 100 years too early, or 2000 years too late. Scientific exploration hasn't caught up to our observations and we're still bogged down with middle eastern folklore. I think our bullshit has reached critical mass and this whole magical renaissance is going to go nuclear.
The hippie generation wen't on to build silicone valley and apple (bastards), they didn't do this by taking acid and not washing. The same way we're not going to achieve much from manifestos and faith based psedu-science.
And so the point emerges. I'm applying myself. That's why i'm not here to chat shit and hang. I'm really trying my hardest to make something of myself before i find myself a decade later without anything to show for it.
I'm nearly twenty, the cynicism hit's me like a wave, the intro sounds like the outro.
It rains.
Infinite drum loops.
Every aspect of our lives an instrument for the beat.
3D soundscape and music video.
The vocals kick in.
Feminine sunlight.
A techno lullaby.
Sensory perception become distorted.
Logic patterns become far removed.
Thought process breakdown like Shatner.
You can see them.
Old. Hungry.
“AUuuuI”
Horrible clay people.
At the fringes of your senses.
To comprehend them is madness.
They can’t exist, they slide through the reality circuits, fucked and broken by an infinite beat, the great mothers aborted children, clay men screaming vowels in the name of hunger, banging on your door because they just want to talk.
It rains madness.
Magic. A contemplative psychological process with an emphasis on seeing the world in different ways. This is then usually followed by the part about changing reality by changing your perceptions i.e quantum physics.
Depending on your point of view, this is either a philosophical exploration of experience, some teenagers turning their breakdowns and acid trips into meaningful experiences, or some deluded old fools who cover up their insecurities with metaphysical beliefs.
I just can't do the magic scene. I don't want to argue with these people, i really like these people, i just find it so hard to bite my tongue. It stresses me out and it hurts me. There's a reason why there's so many manifestos commanding us all to get up and do something, cos' if you can get someone else to do it then we wouldn't all have to look at ourselves in the mirror and see that our skyscrapers are built on sand. I think we're 100 years too early, or 2000 years too late. Scientific exploration hasn't caught up to our observations and we're still bogged down with middle eastern folklore. I think our bullshit has reached critical mass and this whole magical renaissance is going to go nuclear.
The hippie generation wen't on to build silicone valley and apple (bastards), they didn't do this by taking acid and not washing. The same way we're not going to achieve much from manifestos and faith based psedu-science.
And so the point emerges. I'm applying myself. That's why i'm not here to chat shit and hang. I'm really trying my hardest to make something of myself before i find myself a decade later without anything to show for it.
I'm nearly twenty, the cynicism hit's me like a wave, the intro sounds like the outro.
posted by snoop at 9:44 AM
4 Comments:
"I don't want to argue with these people, i really like these people, i just find it so hard to bite my tongue."
Bring it, man ;) Seriously, argue with us. We all need to hear it.
I think I understand what you're getting at. Danny and I have been talking about how there's been too much hype these past couple years, and not enough to show for it. Now we have a hard time trusting anyone who says they're gonna do something. I feel at least partially responsible.
I find it hard 'being an atheist' and a magician.
I think we all need to chillax. Who say's we have to change the world? I think a guild of builders would be much more effective. Our talents are intresting, but quite intangible at times.
it's like Hyatt says, the word of the 'nu aeon' is Do It. (or maybe it's "Do iT")
either way, you're damn right. sitting around and constructiong mental models only gets you so far. the people who accomplish things are the ones who do things. it's just that simple.
Hey,
What is it with girls fighting?
BigMike
gross-videos.com
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