wild_zero

another year of restlessness and want. simply put - tired of having the vestiges of peace trampled upon by interlopers and inoperable robots. waiting always. thinking of tomorrow. the sink of full of disgusting forms. the bathtub reeks of discarded hair. and yet - i threw out some trash and removed expired items from my fridge. moving at the pace of a cubic meter per week, perhaps that restores some semblance of order to my abode. simply put - one cannot hope to build a ziggurat out of complacent self-destruction. only being able to reverse the entropy is there that state which we call "alive". it becomes some kind of abstract manifestation of survival, onto which we just keep projecting the complete incarnation. certain programmers with fat bellys and beards reccommend a great use of the word "that". i disagree. "that" is detached and denies the core components of the subject. "which" acknowledges its true form, brings it into the light, and fucks with the reactive mind that can't tell the difference. so, that's how it goes. as a writer, sometimes i feel like everything that needs to be said, has been said - i simply define some kind of styrofoam and put the words where they don't make sense to people who are expecting a coherent statement of fact. we've advanced so far as a society - now, the facts we present to each other are in the hands of mind fortresses. how dare i be wrong! it's a personal assault on everything i hold that is real, and woe be to the fucker who cut me off and told me otherwise. i can't continuously compound my realities into new forms; no, just give me something that works for now and that's good enough. i'll deal with it later. i'll pay the minimum. if i don't maintain our fake system of judging each other through petty shit, then i'm worse than everyone and i'll never be someone. i'm only worth something so long as i've got someone to point at and say, "i'm better than you."

escape all this. if it takes releasing large amounts of crickets, let me know. together, we can destroy all robots. otherwise, they'll win and raise children in their image. i think the anti-ad people have the right idea. they co-opt everything original and good to make money. co-opt their nomenclature and make them hide under their soiled hands. advertise nothing. advertise that which makes someone realize folly after driving three hours to purchase a big television at blowout prices. create buzz for something completely non-existent.

it hurts to become cynical, but i truly feel that there are some people that are just incapable of operating outside of a well-defined and safe framework. the robots of our post-modern nightmare. change the framework endlessly, but never be able to change the individual. and that's the single failure of every counter-culture. to create new robots in its wake, time and time again, never really striking the heart and making someone truly awaken.