7:53 p.m. / August 23, 2006 - -
they do it all the time YEAAA HY EAAH
Bjork is in my ear asking how she's going to make it right and after that Joe Strummer will tell me about walking down the high road and meeting a fella in from New Zealand looking for mushie b's. But they haven't really got 'em up here.My brain is a fantastic place and whenever I want to, I can escape to it. Close my eyes (don't even really have to) and envision a time without time in my mind's eye. How wonderful the place without time is, and it exists always forever within me and within everything. It is this place! This earth! Time is a function of the human mind, attempting to organize things logically in pastpresentandfuture, but it makes more SENSE to me to look at it as one cohesive whole, the moments spilling into one another from years and centuries past.
I'll tell you, that was originally a comment to a spacecake, but I liked that it came out of me so I ctrl+c ctrl+v copypasted it. This life is one of hundreds of thousands. I will respawn. I've always wondered why with some people that I've met, there has been an almost instant if not an instantaneous repoire between us; more and more I've been attributing the phenomena to the idea of past lives. Karma generation, keep it easy, keep it humble, keep it interested, curious, and natural. Course my natural state hasn't always been to be curious, interested, humble. Scared, anxious, fearful.. and I still get anxious- sometimes- am still frightened- once in awhile- but those feelings no longer direct me where to go.
I am disgusted by roads, automobiles with one person in them, factories, gas stations, fast food places, movie theatres with the same D-Grade shlock as the one down the street. I live in a suburban jungle complete with soccer moms good christian alcoholics billboards and a handful of honest freewheeling good peoples. And all I can think is, "I can't wait to travel to other suburban jungles to see their soccermoms goodchristianalcoholics and the handfuls of honest freewheelinggoodpeoples". I am so sick of money. Imbued with meaning by the same people who hate it. Fibers and paper, utterly, utterly useless on their own. A medium to purchase MORE shit to put into your apartment. Gotta keep getting up in the morning and do that shit that you hate to pay for the car that you use to drive there and the home where you keep all of your junk that really doesn't make you all that happy, certainly not as happy as a shining sun or shimmering waves under moonlight. Certainly not as happy as fresh air and good conversation. Certainly not as happy as all of the wonderful things in this world that are free. But hey, let's keep playing this stupid society game. Let's keep building shit, more roads, new roads for new cars to get to new shopping centers, commerce pavillions. Let's move even further from nature. Let's detach ourselves completely. Man doesn't know how to live in harmony with nature anymore. We've turned into a disgusting farce of people, our consciousness polluted daily by celebrity fantasy and the big lotto, our sensibilities being toyed with on a regular basis by a government who wants only power, unity through conditioning. Who would take down women and children and innocent civilian darkies in the name of power and control and OIL. Dig it all up. Grab this planet forcefully and stick your big cock right into her wells, you sick bastards. Keep fucking it up. Keep waging your state funded terrorism on foreign nations under the pretense of a War being fought against some unknown enemy. Planes without windows that strike freshly renovated portions of pentagonal structures and tower behemoths of trade (the symbolism is so powerful), black boxes that mysteriously disappear, pre-planted explosives in towers, a patriot act which gives the man authority to at any time, without trial, imprison any american that they feel is a political dissident, a terrorist. Ship them off to undisclosed torture establishments in the name of PEACE sweet PEACE.
Trust your dreams. They'll give you all of the information you need to solve your problems. They'll tell you your fears and your anxieties, and it's up to you to decipher them and FACE them. Turn around on your attackers and beat them back. Wake up in your dreams. Don't trust your perceptions as reality. Your dreams are just as real as your waking life. They probably hold more truth in them, anyhow. They definitely do. As you go about your day, ask yourself, is this real? Where do your ideas come from? Your pastor? Your job? Your television? Your government? Make your own ideas. Do what feels right. Question anything and everything, and especially authority, the Police playing their COP game, playing their ENFORCER game, trying to tell people how to live. Before empires and dominion came, there was no eradication, there was no war, there was only fighting, battles, no organized murder, just sporadic violence. Which will happen in primates, which is, of course, what we are.
It'd be so easy to just let it all go and take care of eachother. But we are afraid. Or we are stubborn. We are set in our ways and cannot see any way except for the way things are NOW.
