I HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE I'LL DIE TOMORROW

so ill admire their feathers

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

80th post-pandemonium.

1
from the moment we are born, we are sentenced to eventual death. this much we know, why bother preaching death. the west believes death. flogging dead horses: habitual masturbation.

2
i gave a man two dollars today, and he handed me two condoms. so what. one condom was black, another condom was green. as if we really care what the phallus looks like, so long as it achieves its purpose.

3
and maybe nothing lasts forever. maybe a lifetime is forever enough (for despair, happiness, shame, pride, whatever, apathy).

problems squeezing large, over-complex bodies into scales of time we cannot comprehend, eventually giving up. we can barely understand ourselves, let alone other people, other systems.

4
sometimes tired of abstractions, sometimes tired of death.

death.

death, so what?

i tried putting the cat in a small box today. she clawed my arms and back to hell, she screamed and fought her way out of the box, running away, into small hiding corners. she didn't want to go anywhere, and for some reason i'm obsessed with death still.

1 Comments:

At 11:35, Anonymous Anonymous said...

is death even a phenomenon? why even call it anything? is it anything? is it not life or the abyss that stares at humanitys inability to grasp that everything will disspiate, that it allready has, and that therefore they try and confine it into this concept 'death' to give themselves the perception that they can control it, dictate when it is influential or not. Individuals love to gloat in their apathy, sometimes the simple, naive, implicity, need to be made explicit, those who seek to undermine it by suggesting its 'matter of fact'-ness only wish to subdue and put it out of sight and out of mind. Ignorance, the perpetual state of being and action, everything is interconnected, everything is nothing. pretensious rantings and abstractions might seem superflous, but all cognitive representations are abstractions, so why bother talking? why bother eating? why fucking masturbate??? (all is lost, all has no axis to be lost from, so what sense does it make to talk of states and bracket everything? SCIENCE!!! INSTURMENTAL REASON!!! FASCISM!!! CIVILIZATION!!! PLEASURE!!! HATE!!! JOY!! we reason because activity, movement, continual co-arising is not confined, the flow cant be suppresed, one can only manipulate it and direct it, or let it subsume them. Thus, we stand at the moment, the epoch, the interstellar conjuncture when we each create, destroy, become. Alehandra knows this more than most...she is resisting, yet at the same time wishing to go out. To be so dependant on others, yet have them become attached to you, to will for a liberation, but not under unknown conditions, to realize the urge, to want to be active, to become, to move...

 

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