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leaving

i am leavingin two weeksfor goodi may be back and imay notim going off to experience life instead of waste away in front of a computergoing to start in australia and see where shit takes meill probably explore my own country toocanada is so beautiful, but noneof us ever see any of itwho wants to stay in a city?anywayim goingnext winter ill be back maybemaybe not, maybe ill enjoy it too much??
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TWENTY-EIGHT

or.

a cabin outside of glenwood springs colorado. surrounded by the mountains in a little valley. 1989. a valley of tall grass. or short trees. cool summer's night. sitting in a flimsy plastic garden chair. the good son playing over and over again as i took it all in. missing her, a state and a timezone away. most likely repeating the ship and weeping songs. play. rewind. play.rewind.play. i don't think i had my nice aiwa portable cassette player yet but maybe i did. not sure.

g-d. all those portable cassette players i owned. auto reverse. little red battery lights. super bass. anti rolling mechanism. high bias. radio presets. digital. plastic. metal. i always wanted one of those yellow sport walkmans but there was no reason to. i'm not even a big fan of yellow. i'm sure somebody had one. somebody i wanted to be.

the night was quiet. the stars were out. the air was clean.

and i was removed. distant. somewhere else. in pain. in longing.in sadness.

but now: paradise.


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Why don't you just run straight over me?

Cycling in Cologne during rush hour on Friday afternoon surely brings out the worst in me. After I returned home from my errands I was ready for murder, despite my formerly happy mood. This might have to do with the fact that I was almost decapitated by the monstrous side mirror of a tourist bus while I was already cycling (illegally, I might add) on the fucking sidewalk!!! I swear I could feel the draft of that mirror in my hair while that huge bus rushed by with ludicrous speed. I don't want to think what would have happened had I actually been in the road.
Other than that: all well. Leaving for Leeds tomorrow, looking forward to Yorkshire scenery, my host Laura and her parents, and British Sea Power on Monday.
Checking my pms and e-mails with no real expectations but with enthusiastic anticipation nevertheless.

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Really?

There is no way to prepare for the day that the reality of monsters lies squarely on your shoulders. It truly is profound, and there is no turning back time. One day in one split second, it will never be the same.
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looking glass insecticide.

.ye of the looking glass faith . i will gaze upon your media beaten eyes . inhale a sigh of the oxygen deprived world which encompasses thou and use a shield of energetic babies breath to veil her from the masked man underneath the calm . the perennial cross bearer dawns a new light . uncovering the bloody mess of stars and blue and white . a psalm sung by the mute . a hymn moaned by the magdalena . a tythe given by the leper . superlative accidental insecticide wings and supernova shadowed in a curtain of grey . its only been one winter corsage given by my doppelganger . a skeleton of insight and street knowledge who violates the transparent graves of the vapid in a broken synthetic fiber itching its way through to eavesdrop on a forgotten transistor recalling the supernatural way of life . a vital organ poised on a virtuous high strung deprivation . the looking glass breathes static . [O_O]
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Intelligent Life ?


It is really sad that we project our current level of culture and our cultural norms on to others. Just because US imperialism is aggressive and bent on controlling all the resources, labor and markets of the world it can... doesn't mean truly intelligent life would be that way.

In fact there are many arguments that the only way interstellar space flight could be obtained would be through a long term stable culture requiring peaceful social relations among their peoples that could amass a great deal of resources.

In other words societies just the opposite of those of the history of human kind of class domination. In short, a post capitalist society based on abundance that Marx called Socialist and then later a free association of people called Communism or anarchy.

The reason Native Americans were decimated was unfortunately they were not contacted by such a truly intelligent society, but by self righteous Calvinists that thought if you can take it, you should get it, and if you lost out it was because obviously you were not in God's favor. We now practice the modern equivalent of this, the capitalist ethic.

By definition I would say our current way of operating in the world could not be defined as intelligent.






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Otra más, otra sin un nombre.

Dijiste que esperara un tiempo

Algunos viajes cambian las perspectivas

Soy un vigilante de los detalles

Mi mirada te desnuda

Y quedas expuesta para todos

Ohh adelante, sigue pensando que soy un niño

Te puedo asegurar

Que no estaré bajo tus pies

Estaré por encima de ti

Clavando mis colmillos en tus venas

Soy el perfecto jugador

Para jugar a esto

¿Piensas que soy menos que el?

¿Me debo disculpar por no excitarte?

Cariño, soy mejor que todos, lo sabes

Espero que el tiempo te juzgue

Quizás en otra vida podrá ser

Ambos caerán en su propia desesperación

Su invierno los enfriara

Suponer es mi estilo de vida

No perderé nada, te lo aseguro

Porque ya todo lo perdí

Todo lo que toco, muere

Todo lo que veo es en blanco y negro

Mis enemigos no se comparan a mí

Me presento, soy tu caída

No me interesan tus protestas en contra mía

Esto se convirtió en la guerra fría

¿Aun quieres engañarme?

¡Bravo, perfecto, sigamos!

No te preocupes, estaré ahí

Para recogerte de los que te cojen

Y seguiré fingiendo

¡Sí! Soy un psicópata

El mejor de todos, lo sabes

Saquémonos nuestras mascaras

Para ver quien tiene el rostro más desfigurado

¡Perfecto! Gane, esto se sentencio

Me quedare contigo

Para recoger tus huesos.

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TWENTY-SIX

an insurance adjuster in sacramento in 1975 driving home at the end of a disappointing day. wearing a light green suit.

sitting next to me at a french restaurant in queens. first the voice then it comes clear. one night. in october. how does that happen.

with an open bottle of wine sitting canalside on a summer's night in venice. hot off the water. watching the boats go by. good bread and isnardi oil. talking talking talking as the wine takes hold.

at a warehouse somehwere in williamsburg late at night in 1999. where.

the new gallery. paris. 1958. the work's shit anyway.

waiting. anxious. awkward. backward. the shivers. the darkness. the collapsing of it all.

yes.
the emptiest of feelings.
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plastic immunity.

.dive into the abyss with me . full blown stardust in alchemical awakenings and foreign satellites invading air space . consuming foreign oxygen in a decaffeinated emotional state . with wartorn trends in plastic immunity instead of hypoallergenic children and stillborn waifs wearing thorns . send a shooting star bright frowns . send a shooting star right down to wipe you out . [O_O]
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respiration.

.im gonna breathe life into an empty mutation with gnashing teeth . from the third world she will be . i continue ventilating and throw out the carbon copies that bring in the monoxide chambers to deliver a real like hyper charge to the excised radio systems and dismissed televisions that bring annihilation to the misting vapor holes which exhume a new plan of action to consume . she was beautiful once . now im beginning to shake the endless procedures then i awake . [O_O]
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Time's a wasting

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to blog about here, but not knowing who you are (that is aside from you being part of the Radiohead community) is kind of liberating. So if you're reading this, all I have to say is I'm lacking some serious motivation to write my MA thesis, and I'd rather really just spend my time converting m4a files into mp3's. Or perhaps send an angry letter to my city transportation board asking them why they keep increasing fares while declining in service. Or beg the PhD program I want to enter for funding from their 1.2 billion dollar a year endowment. Is this how you treat a sadist who is willing to spend the next 5 years of her life living in poverty to further research and education?

Or I can listen to some music and escape the melange of self-induced life dilemmas. On the bright side, I got to see Thom Yorke/Atoms for Peace the second night in Oakland, and I'm quite sure that this experience changed my life. Being in the midst of all that exciting energy between artists and fans felt like I was truly at peace and at home--if home were a state of mind, of course. Now back to writing about civil society.
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