• What do you expect of me?, want from me?

    A few people read my blog regularly, and a few comment. What do you all want me to write about, and what are the things I write about that keep you reading?

    For anyone who stumbles on this, what blogs do you keep going back to? What do you want me to do?

  • An Analogy.

    The sky just found another shade of black.
    It's even darker. Somehow.
    The stars, they try to shine (but)
    that darkness is overwhelming them. More and more as time passes.

    I'm looking out the window
    I can't see any stars tonight,
    just the black. Just the night.

    I don't think the night sky is empty though. Those spaces between stars are full. That black is a substance the light of the stars has to work to penetrate.

    Darkness drawing on the lights warmth,
    choking
    killing it.

    I could try to never look at the stars so I never had to see the black. But the stars have too much to offer me. They make the evil feel so insignificant when you have them, and otherwise I'll just have the black in the loneliness of shutting myself away.

    So thank you to the stars.
    xO.

  • Unpatriotism.

    Millions upon billions of dollars spent upon useless quests instead of funding research to find the answers we really need.
    Who gives a fuck if we land on the moon again now? It's been done. Who cares that we can get a disc to play at 10 point whatever surround sound? Do I really need the seats in the car to warm my ass? Don't fucking care that you discovered a wreckage in the ocean when nothing is to be gained for it, don't need to know that there is a 10020th species of goldfish living in specific temperature waters, don't care that the fruit will grow .1% faster with an additional nutrient... I don't fucking care!
    Where's the funding to pull the lecturers from their classes to discus the future of their industries, then giving them the opportunity to create it? Where's the convention where all theories on life and existence are formulated into logical solutions? Where's the protest the politicians listen to?

    We have ministers for the environment, economy, indigenous issues, blah fucking blah.
    I want a minister for philosophy. I want all nations to adopt a purely defensive military (like the one already existing in Japan). I want people to recognise their own ethnocentric views for what they are. I want funding taken from the hospital budget so people wake up and start to look after themselves.
    Lets train gym instructors like nurses, and lets have the gym covered by public health insurance. Lets have the government contribute to the advertising budget of health foods so they can compete with the bullshit people throw into their bodies. Lets take care of the mentally ill instead of drugging them up and hoping they don't end up in our prison system.

    Lets do something.

    The system is a joke and everyone knows it. Where's the switch to flick to make the world wake up?

  • Writing in reality.

    Nothing to smell here, nothing to hear here. You can try lick your monitor but you won't get far on taste and the feeling sensation is only going to be from your heated computer and cold monitor screen, but if that's going to do it for you then go for it.

    There is something to see though.
    L e t t e r s   f o r m i n g  w o r d s ,
    wordsformingsentences,
    sentences – paragraphs and the paragraphs this blogs.

    Each letter on its own even has substance, with X turning the mind to extreme content, R for those times you spend alone unsure what others would think of you if they knew you were interested in something tabboo and so on, I being the self and that's a personal thing to how I makes you respond.

    Each word has its own power. Rape, fuck, cunt and slut making you think just a little less of the author. Cute, love, fun and joy making you think the author is being superficial. Wisdom, truth, perception and ignorance making me seem like I'm opinionated and have a message.

    Even without a context we gain those perceptions. When this is all filed into sentences though is the first time we should be judging. It's not the use of verbosity that makes the content, but the content. Take this as an instance; “my furry friend found her resting place among the warmth of the blankets”, no you twat! “the cat got on the bed”. The drawn out sentence on it's own then need to be put into context as well though I'll admit.

    The real judgment needs to begin when structure starts to unfolds. The cat sentence among a basic uninteresting story is ridiculous, but perhaps in the set up for a drawn out day spent gazing out the window and (insert cliché here) watching the world go by, it makes sense.

    You end up with a final work, presented with fonts and things of insignificance, but they can be things that aid the contents appeal, like in the real world, the legibility of handwriting.

    Blogs though have the luxury of being able to skip around and convey different things unlike any other format. A novel is restricted to the previous disclosed actions of a character, setting them up for new events. Have you ever read the line “he woke up and was over the events of the previous weeks”. Characters don't have the luxury of being human though, because if it wasn't real we wouldn't buy into it. Not to mention novels treat gaps so differently. As do most formats of writing.

    The blog isn't something I recall studying until I was out in the world and finding content for myself. But it is a mark in our history, and hopefully this awakening to many people of others realities will influence the Hollywood system of story telling to bring it to a the world I live in, not the world of beyond possibles.

    If you blog, then blog more, if your friends have blogs prompt them to write, if people don't have blogs then engage them. They're fucking rad!... I mean, ummm,, they provoke the mind and awaken us to the collective consciousness that is all around us during those self indulgent feelings of isolation.

  • An entry.

    After random one off blogs, snippets of my thoughts and life, moments of spontaneous graphic design, I've decided I should actually write a proper blog. Something more impressive than the nothing I put together then claim is a blog. Need a more interesting life so I can come up with some content. Anyone got any prompts, or maybe send me on a mission to do something.. I'll pause a moment before posting this, I may come up with something on my own.

    “”I'm willing to settle on something, anything, as long as it's better than this. Makes sense now though I'm sure I couldn't have seen that before through my all or nothing eyes and pessimistic false smiles. If tomorrow is better than today then it's worth working for, because today wasn't so bad but more is always what we're after.

    I'm not so interested in the perfect, epic scale of things. I can see the end goal as that highest of highs though, but I don't need it like I think I used to. Throw in every cliché metaphor about “taking baby steps” and “opening doors”, but they've taken the place of the “nothing is forever”s and “nothing ever matter”s of before.

    “”Sitting on a bench watching the white moon rising seems a most natural thing to do, though I'd like to do it more often. Glimmers through the weeks come in through my curtains, but I don't often get to enjoy the experience in full, nor the experiences of any of the stars I engage with.

    “”Genius is a word applied to two distinct types of people. Firstly those with abilities beyond human ability, to be beyond human as if they've evolved a point further than the rest of us, be it creative, intellectual or by some peoples perceptions spiritual. The second situation I feel comfortable using the term genius is in my daily conversations which has so much sarcasm.

    Both types of genius are capable of perplexing me and leaving me feel exhausted from thinking. They say things that force me to question (the true genius myself, the other them), they do things that amaze (one for the right reasons, one for the wrong) and they capable of extreme more so than the rest of us “people”.

    PERCEPTION

    “”Perception is a remarkable concept. It is the thing that makes us right or wrong in arguments of opinion, it is the thing that makes us individuals. Perceptions or truths are the things that make us beautiful but also the things that stop us from attaining perfection. They are the things that make us question, contemplate, and they are the things that consume our thoughts as both the proverbial scratches on the roofs of our mouths and the clouds in the sky on a summers day as we look in their forms for faces and dragons.

    “”People online seem to take on mythical proportions. But is that cute photographer really as sureal in reality. And there are young people out there so exceptionally human, but are they as human as they let on or do they have those droning qualities that make them just another computer in the street like all those other computers in the street I walk by and never notice who don't actually exist.

    There are characters in this world, and I'm playing as the main one. I interact with others and they get mentioned in the credits section, but then there are all those bots out there. The randoms at the party, the guy who gets a drink before me even though I was there first, the girl I notice even though really she looks just like every other girl, the man with the cool jacket looking at the same section of the store as me. Then there are ghosts. They're everywhere, they're acting as space acts. It doesn't matter if they're actually around or not but the fill in scenery.
    People like wall textures or shirt colours.

    For those few moments of living in the moment I've had those people existed. Those moments of watching the sunrise while waiting for the bus when the guy in baggy jeans suddenly becomes more important, just because he's there. Then the girl hiding in the corner of the bus shelter, not ready for the day but ready to fake it when she sees someone she knows. I want to fill my life with those glances and hidden smiles you only get from peoples eyes.