Saturday, April 22, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
IamwhatIamnot
To be or not to be... that's the fucking question.
You can find it anywhere, everywhere. In a book, in the moment when a baby's head is protruding from a vagina(We can hear the cry), in the moment when a middle aged woman is watching the train approaching (I could hear her blood like boiling oil. Electric).. or simply when you wake up.
Let's make it clear. I really don't like this place. I don't like your eyes. I don't like your friends. I don't like you. I can't like something that doesn't exist. (do you like me? do you want a piece of my brain?)
They're here. Right now. Listen. Ugh. That scratching noise. It's like... a rusted spoon trying to cut through a bone. They're out to get me. Will it ever stop? Damn. I'm afraid what it could mean that it stops...
I'm living on "the edge". I'm not here. Yet not over there. (halo 12, 2.6). But the transition is the worst.
There's a moment that is missing. I must find that moment but if it's missing ... did it ever exist? doesn't it belong to the no time-no space?
Eheheh, I'm sure the Nihilators will help me. The best troops in this fucking universe. The process might not be the most.. pleasant... but I'm a dystopian hedonist after all...
Play stop and change the tape.
I don't know where I was, and even tho I know this place I don't know where I am.
I can feel the tendrils and tentacles claiming me back into this altered state of conciousness you call reality. YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! They dress me up and make me me. Program the bio-chemical interface, neural network and the void in the chest. But I'm not that. This is just a ride.
Let's make it clear. People never understand this. I really like it here. I LOVE THIS WORLD! And humans too, they're so... interesting.. fascinating indeed. I'm fascinated with the overwhelming nature of existence and it's this fascination what makes life less... unbearable. This is my Suffer Genius, This is my Science of Discontent (do you hate me? do you want a piece of my sex?) And I was always like this...
This is the Age of Vacuum.
God save The Machine.
You can find it anywhere, everywhere. In a book, in the moment when a baby's head is protruding from a vagina(We can hear the cry), in the moment when a middle aged woman is watching the train approaching (I could hear her blood like boiling oil. Electric).. or simply when you wake up.
And
every
single
second
before
going
back
to
sleep.
every
single
second
before
going
back
to
sleep.
Let's make it clear. I really don't like this place. I don't like your eyes. I don't like your friends. I don't like you. I can't like something that doesn't exist. (do you like me? do you want a piece of my brain?)
They're here. Right now. Listen. Ugh. That scratching noise. It's like... a rusted spoon trying to cut through a bone. They're out to get me. Will it ever stop? Damn. I'm afraid what it could mean that it stops...
(insert subliminal message here) Muack!
I'm living on "the edge". I'm not here. Yet not over there. (halo 12, 2.6). But the transition is the worst.
There's a moment that is missing. I must find that moment but if it's missing ... did it ever exist? doesn't it belong to the no time-no space?
Eheheh, I'm sure the Nihilators will help me. The best troops in this fucking universe. The process might not be the most.. pleasant... but I'm a dystopian hedonist after all...
Play stop and change the tape.
I don't know where I was, and even tho I know this place I don't know where I am.
I can feel the tendrils and tentacles claiming me back into this altered state of conciousness you call reality. YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! They dress me up and make me me. Program the bio-chemical interface, neural network and the void in the chest. But I'm not that. This is just a ride.
Let's make it clear. People never understand this. I really like it here. I LOVE THIS WORLD! And humans too, they're so... interesting.. fascinating indeed. I'm fascinated with the overwhelming nature of existence and it's this fascination what makes life less... unbearable. This is my Suffer Genius, This is my Science of Discontent (do you hate me? do you want a piece of my sex?) And I was always like this...
This is the Age of Vacuum.
God save The Machine.
Lucy Phermann.
Ho Kategoros.
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