As the World Burns Down

Are we watching the death throws of Boomer ethos?

The Economic Meltdown, The Collapse of Reaganism, The distrust of the Conservative archetype is a drastic change from just a few years ago.

Today, with True Conservatism waxing (The democrats haven't been real liberals in years), the fall of Libertarianism, the rejection of exclusion.

This world is changing.

I'm excited to wait and see what happens.



Currently Listening to Talib Kweli - Quality

Auto-Annihilation

I find myself full of regret and frustration and utter entropy. I've never been in such a dark place and the redundancy and utter emasculation of my current sitch are cutting pretty deep.

The only thing keeping me going right now is absolute self love and this amazing dream I have for the future. A golden and beautiful future with gunmetal rails and floating caravans above them.

I'm into self destruction right now. Not physical I want to hurt self destruction, but the kill my mind type of black funk that hits me sometimes. The idea of it is very sexy at the moment. The only thing keeping me back is that gilded reality I want to superimpose on my future.

I love myself too much and that is the one good thing I really have left. My zealotry notwithstanding. I am a jaded mutherfucker. Hope is a lot less interesting than pragmatism.

Being such a materialist is disheartening. Though this is where I am and this is where I will stay. I love my things, my things are me and this is just plain where I fuckin am right now. The scary thing is I'm totally disconnected from all that I am here. I don't have any of my things. My dining room table is gone, my plates and Knives and Silverwear, my awesome couches and my 1300 dollar bed, my 1200 thread count pima cotton sheets, my luxuries remain in the place I have left behind.

I may change and grow, I wouldn't discount that possibility. In fact as base and ludicrous as this heinous speech is I know for a fact I'm going to continue growing. The pattern and outcome so far guarantees this.

In summary though, I hate the south. At least Goose Creek South Carolina. I really wanted to like it here, I really really did. But South Carolina is the armpit of the country. Hands down. I thought Alabama was bad, but this place? Lord have mercy.

Money sucks right now. I never realized why people hated money, now I know why: they don't have any. Taking an 80% pay cut is horrendous idea. Don't do it.

So the conclusion is that I'm going to just do my job and get out of here. I'm going to be the best sailor I can be, and then I'm going to get lost. I hate this job, much much more than I thought I would going in. I have a sense of honor so even so, I will finish the job, then I'm going to burn my bridges and skedadle.

Ommission-Readmission En Carmine

So, it's been a while. Truth is I just didn't really like where things were going , so I stopped those intricate circuits and overall oddities that exist between the spaces of those blood red unconscious moments. I just did.

All in all things are back on the bodacious path. The wicked skin living path, that squirms with every footfall. The skin soft awakened path. The forward biased monster that keeps us off the statical grass.

I again have faked down all lines, and cast myself adrift. I know where this current carries me.

I know if I am not holding deep I will end up circling around and around.

But I will hold to. I will restrain; my subconscious allows not solid ties. This is just another stop on a long road. The bodacious path of excess and amalgamation and integration. The bodacious path I abode upon, worth it for the destination. Walked not because its the high road but the path of least resistance.


Recommended Listening: Lucero - California

The Shock of the Sun

I'm waving in the wind today. I'm lost a bit and the world isn't really translating the way it's supposed to when I look at it.

I'm standing in this small room where I work and wishing that I could just run and run and run. I'm not adverse to hard work. Things just really seem pointless right now. I can't wait to leave. Less than six months and I'm gone for good.

The sun left us a reminder this afternoon. I stood up and walked outside. I haven't seen the sun in days and days. Endless clouds.

These Murky Depths

Sometimes when you can see just how far the road goes on for, you just want to stop. Find a warm place to rest and remain.

We don't though. Why I'll never know. We don't stop we continue trudging down the way.

We spend our lives trudging, trudging.

I'm so sick of people: Bitching about making those more disciplined than them more money. Bitching about where they are but doing nothing about it. Not realizing that when they complain about their own stupidity they just look stupid.
Never realizing the limits of their own power. Assuming everyone was created to make their day.

Apathy sinks into me.

I drown.

My Hatred of All-Consuming Lies

I hate lies.

On oh so many levels.

I hate the things that they cause and the causes they are meant to cover.

As a practiced liar, as we all most certainly are, I sometimes get this vibe that I am being lied to. Usually come to figure it out I'm right. Not usually dead on, but pretty close. I at least have this sinking feeling that I am being deceived.

I hate that feeling. That vibration in the bottom of your throat. It sits there and festers and creeps into everything. It's a mold. Who likes mold?

Think about it. Just a little bit of mold can ruin the entire thing. A loaf of bread, a tent, your snowboard boots. All these things when properly cared for, or stored properly, or used as directed will fulfill it's respective end of the bargain. When molded? Gracias de nada.

When we are lied to effectively and we don't notice, it's still there. It doesn't go away. It remains and becomes stronger and stranger. Until we are carried away in it. It becomes a separate entity. It grows and then forces us to feed it with more lie. Eventually the little thing has us completely under it's thumb. We become our lie's slave.

Pathetic I know but it doesn't end there. It also stains the deceiver. The lie colors this sorry individual with ocher and oil aplenty. When we know for sure or even only suspect, we watch as every time we see this person they have taken on more and more of this rotten hue.

We watch till we can bear it no longer.

And then we leave.


Lucky that there is always redemption.

The Speedwagon

I went to visit some friends this last weekend and ended up briefly fearing for my very life 30 miles away.

Long story short I ended up getting bored, so we left to go out and about. We ended up in Bellingham, home of WWU, just after last call at the bars. We decided to hunt for after parties.

Even though we didn't find any we decided to head to a nearby grocery to grab a few beers so we would be prepared.

Walking along, (actually we were all running like fiends, uphill no less) eventually we were surprised, (and out of breath) by a car coming to an abrupt and sliding stop on the street next to us.

She called out, "want a ride boys", or something like that.

We all agreed sure and hopped in the car.

Criminy sakes alive.

We proceeded to accelerate up to as much as seventy miles per hour between stop signs. When an ally would serve the purpose of the streets we would bombard down them. Trash cans and improperly parked cars whizzing by, dangerously close to sides of the vehicle. We ran stop signs and red lights.

We were cascaded all the while by a cornucopia of audio. Twisted Sister, Biggie, Luda, and several as yet unidentified artists and bands were screaming with us while our impromptu cabbie danced like a madwoman in the front seat. How she managed to control her vehicle I couldn't guess.

Several sliding stops later we reached our destination and escaped, foot to pavement, into the night.