Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Regulate

Best spam poetry to date: "of the apartment, asked me the reason. I made bold to tell her. As for me, my own affairs are regulate, as I have nothing".
Beautiful.

Not so clever

For a better self.
Look to history.
Execute a plan.

Review.
Re-plan.
Renew.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

C word

I am involved in one if the most artificial occupations on the planet. It worries me that it maybe totally vacuous. It worries me that I am wasting my time. Is their any hope in this artifice? Will time tell?

What evs bro...

Friday, June 17, 2011

Sterile

Why do I feel like emotion and cliche are the same thing?
A terrible bind if it is in anyway true.
Maybe it has to be true?
Perhaps shared experienced leads to familiarity? Which then leads to a cynism concerning emotion and behaviour seen to be more mimiced than born from honesty.
Just a thought.
Where does simply being end and where does acting start?

Oversleeping and late for work

Death of a close relative.
Broken glasses.
Not mine though, but in the dream I wore them.
Argument with work colleagues.
Crying in my sleep.
Probably why I feel lighter this morning.
That's twice in two weeks.
Give me a target on which to focus.
Clean up my mess.
Smaller than most.
Not small enough for me.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

I am Dear Fuckhead II

Misleading.
Everything and everyone lies.
Insight is a con.
Talk is waste.
Permanent falsehoods, red herrings.
I know no one and nothing. Myself included.
Fuck everything.

Standard contradiction

Proposal.

Eliminate.
Eliminate generosity.
Eliminate irrelevance.
Eliminate waste.
Eliminate distraction.

Less contact.
More work.
Zero tolerance.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Taste or Shoot me now

I love Metallica. There, I've said it. I'm totally addicted to pretty much all their music. They rock and are fucking awesome.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Clear and to the point

The parents let him live.
Though I is their weakness.
Though I be the expression of their fundamental and hidden flaws they let me live.
Not so hidden anymore.
Faulty flesh, poor programming.
Shale pretending to be granite.
A crumbling retaining structure.
Performing no function.
Earth holding back no earth.
Earth holding back no water.
This thing continues, this I, compounds his mistakes.
There is no divide between the historical mistake of my elders and the failure that I continue to propagate.
His genetics and education dictate a complete and continuing failure.
In all things.

I Red Beard is not a Viking

Oversea an expanding empire.
Annexe what is isn't mine.
Cut stone for shelter.
Forge metal to kill other men.
Release yourself from the burden of defense and simply attack.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

A dark matter for the King

Speculation arose
not for reasons unknown

Recollection
Reevaluation

Recall
Simulated irrelevance
Incarceration

Empire

Expansion

Weakness survives
not for reasons unknown

Signal

I'm sick. I have a damn head cold that started as a hayfever attack. I went to work but had to go home at about lunch. It was just too uncomfortable in the museum. On the bus trip back home I wrote an excellent little thing about memory and second guessing the choices I have made in my life. My phone said the post was successful but when I went to have a look at it I couldn't find it??!! Damn thing. It started off with the following three lines:

Speculation is irrelevant.
Reevaluation.
Simulation.

I can't remember the rest.
I wanted to turn it into a song.
Guess I'll just write something new!