May 17, 2012
Lay Some Paint

I get out there. I mark the walls and dumpsters not just with cans on paint, but with my mind and spirit. Some people like to think that I paint out of anger or to get revenge on society or some other crap the pigs tell themselves so they can sleep at night. Fuck no man, that’s a bullshit reason to paint. Might as well stand on a street corner trying to get the OJ verdict changed for all the good painting like that would do. Painting for me is a way to connect. With myself. You stare at the same fifteen feet of wall for hours on end. You do a piece or a mural or whatever and you tell me you didn’t spend a good bit of that time thinking. About your work. What it means. What you would do better next time. About why you’re here at this crumbling ruin of a warehouse painting a wall no one will ever see. I always get off on ridiculous tangents and then my work is done and I go home, nothing changed except myself.

April 8, 2012
Whispering at People Who Don’t Listen

It’s those days where I’m just questioning every last little thing about who I am until I feel like a ghost of a person that really get to me. It’s not the shitty customers at work and it’s not the choices I’ve made to not make choices and just roll with the punches in a directionless, glorious, wonderful chaotic lifestyle which have earned me a lot of awkward criticisms from the people I love. It’s not any of that. It’s the lack of connection I make with the normal people, the ones who like to care about their appearance and fit perfectly into their puzzle piece place and can’t enjoy alliteration outside of an English class. It’s not that I don’t want to know these people, I just don’t understand them.

April 7, 2012
I Had This Idea For a New Social Network.

I had an idea for a new kind of social network. It’s different because it would require a lot more effort to use than the traditional social network style of interaction, but is advantages because it would stimulate actual human interaction. The disadvantage of this network is that people are way too lazy for it to ever actually exist. Basically, it would be thousands of /b/ boards localized to each area of the world on the county level or whatever the equivalent is in other countries.

To get an account with this network, you would have to visit the office in your region that had the actual servers containing the network’s data on that region. You would fill out a bit of paperwork and answer a few questions for the employees there then get a card and a username and password you could use to access your account from home. Log in and begin posting threads with your friends. Literally anything can go in these threads. Links, videos, pictures, text, audio, files, literally anything you can think of. You can have an amazing internet conversation utilizing all aspects of web browsing experience at the same time as networking.

  Now the thing is, logging in only allows you to post threads on a big board with hundreds or thousands of other, completely anonymous people posting threads alongside you. You’ve got no way to know who the hell you’re talking to so it’s just a confusing mess of pointless conversations. The solution is something like telephone numbers. Friends can get together and create unique letter/number combination to be stored is the cards and to place in the titles of threads to alert other friends who might be conversing in a particular thread. Writing these combinations down would be essential for those with poor memory. This part stimulates the mini notebook and writing implement trade.

 Now this has been setup so that you can only network with people in your immediate area. This means that in order to keep in contact with people outside of your region, you must got and sign up for an account at the server office in your friend’s region. In order to register in this region, you would have to have your friend present. You swipe your card  a card and now you both know where the other lives and have had to spend a bit of time and money together. That’s the social part of the network.

 Now library cards are free, but they do occasionally expire. Registration for this network would expire at periods ranging from days to lifetimes depending of the type of friendship the two people shared. So now you can contact friends, but have to visit them every so often to maintain contact within the network. Renewing your account in each region would be easy. You would simply have to visit your friend and go to the regional server place and both swipe your cards at a kiosk outside the regional server office. This fulfils the social obligations of the network.

 Businesses will quickly warm up to the idea of hosting the kiosk service in their stores and probably have some kind of promotional tie in with the machine, discounts or some kind of frequent buyer thing. I wouldn’t know, I’m not a business owner and have no idea how promotional things work, but the store also gets an account that would be able to send ads to a thread you use regularly. This part is about extremely well targeted marketing.

 This whole thing has been set up so you cannot talk to people on the internet who you have never met in real life. It has human interaction and computers. Not only that but it is completely free communication on the internet. No one you don’t know can interrupt your communications and anything you don’t want to see on your network will not be seen. This makes people content with the network.

 So there it is; a new kind of social network. It’s extremely implausible to think this social network will ever be created, but it is a whole lot of fun to think about. Perhaps one day, we will stop being in such a hurry to get to the next thing that we will be able to enjoy a system of social networking like this.

March 15, 2012
Wait a minute… I laughed for fifteen minutes when I saw this.

Wait a minute… I laughed for fifteen minutes when I saw this.

March 6, 2012
Anger, Joyous Anger

So for the third or fourth time, I’m going to try and write a book. I think where I came up short in the previous attempts is that I had no conviction. I was writing words without passion or meaning or whatever, I’m not a writer man, I’m a thinker. Basically the book is going to express my disgust for all the god damn stupidity and uselessness and waste we have in this country. My lack of will to invent completely new characters means that most of them will be based on people I know. My colorful life has given birth to some ideas for events in the book, but this thing will be almost entirely fictional.

Anyway, skim milk y’all. It indicates a weak person. If someone isn’t good enough to drink milk fat, they’re probably weak of mind and character. Oh well, fuck them. Besides my rage at the government rising to levels previously thought unattainable, nothing much else goes on in my little orbit. I’m content. Weird shit indeed.

March 1, 2012
What I’ve Got

I was in my roommates brother’s car today and I noticed the most insane feature ever to have existed in a car ever. The seats were on these little springs that moved it back and forth as the car accelerated and decelerated so you wouldn’t jerk around when the car started or stopped moving. Who the hell though of that kind of detail? Who was that annoyed with the minor jerking motion of driving in an automobile, a fucking miracle on wheels that lets us go faster than humans were ever supposed to, that he felt the need to correct that motion with countless hours of essentially pointless science and math?

The same guy who owns this car was later complaining about his phone, another miracle of technology. This asshole has the gall to say that his phone is too slow. For shits sake man, it beams information to SPACE. AND BACK! You’re lucky the damn thing makes it to whoever you’re sending it to. It’s preposterous to expect it to be instantaneous. Slow down and enjoy things for a minute.

February 27, 2012
A Recent Journey

For y’all who’ve never experienced mushrooms, it’s like trying to walk around the corner of a black hole that has been turned inside out elephant rocket ship (and then some words which don’t exist). Euphoria has generally been the overall impressions left over from my experiences as well as inner peace and contentment. I lived inside of one of those MC Escher pictures of the crazy stairs for a lifetime, but it was only five or six minutes in real time. Psychedelics are what you make of them. You have to be very comfortable with yourself and the people around you or bad things will happen. You have to be willing to let go of what you think is the truth because in reality, there is no truth, only what you make the truth. That’s the kind of paradoxical thinking you can do. Life is made of circles, containers. It’s our job to break out and jump around in a whole bunch of these circles. We’re alive to experience everything we can and some people waste that opportunity. So just relax for a while and enjoy the flow of color and energy that is life because once you’re dead, it’s a whole new adventure.

February 27, 2012
Indecision 2012

This election is starting to really wear me out. Of all the pissing matches there ever were, this one is probably in the top ten. Fucking politics y’all. Our system isn’t working because we’ve been constantly trying to fix something that wasn’t broken when it was now. Back in the very first hours of the United States existing, shit was good. Everyone had a job, there wasn’t domestic violence, our economy had real value instead of empty promises of value, the streets weren’t completely fucked up all the time. True, we had slavery and no penicillin, but abolishing and inventing those were progress with reason, not progress simply for the sake of getting to the next thing. The rod in my country’s asshole just keeps getting shoved deeper and soon it’s going to hit a vital organ starting the blood orgy.

I think the most vital issue that needs fixing is not the economy, not the social problems, but in the bipartisan nature of our country. Everyone is either team Democrat or team Republican, but really everyone should be on team America. Our determination to remain divided is tearing us apart. Now I know you’re thinking, “Duh you moron, of course being divided is tearing us apart.” It needs to be said. We need to face these truths and better ourselves. If we don’t nothing will get better.

I’ve said it a thousand times, we need to stop concentrating on the things that make us different as the definition of our relationships with others and start finding the common ground. Every single god damn person on this shit hole we call a planet has something in common. We all face the same basic struggles for life every single day. We may not voice concerns like, “I hope I still have a house at the end of the day,” or, “Where the hell is my next meal coming from?” as actively as people in Darfur or similar regions of political and literal firestorms but we’re all aware of our constant struggle for survival and we need to recognize this in our fellows.

I’m sad for this world. We absolutely have to start fixing things soon or we will find ourselves all dead.

February 26, 2012
High Times

I had a dream last night that I got so high that when I got to work, I couldn’t take a single order without laughing. Even a cup of free water was the funniest shit in the world. Then I woke up, got super baked, went to work, and ate an entire tray of cookies. It got me thinking on the whole issue of the legality of marijuana. It also go me really angry. I thought and thought and thought and thought, and when I was done thinking, the only reasons I could come up with for keeping weed illegal were, “Shit, that’s my eighth cookie. Munchies are gonna make me fat,” and “Kid’s shouldn’t smoke this stuff. Anything that makes life this much fun will probably screw up the development of their brain.”

But for fucks sake people, compounds in the marijuana plant have been clinically proven to DESTROY BRAIN TUMORS. That’s right folks, a little kid in France had his deadly, six-weeks-to-live tumor destroyed by weed cupcakes. All that shit was done without any real research on the effects of weed on the human body. Imagine if we invested ten million dollars into the research of this miracle plant. What if we find out it cures every cancer? There will probably be a war. No lie. If people find out that their mothers, brothers, daughters, and cousins could have been cured by a plant that the government kept illegal because there was a huge crack and meth problem and because it was a “gateway drug,” people are going to flip their shit.

Y’all, all I know is that I’ve been smoking for nearly six years and I’ve never robbed a store, killed another person, or gotten hooked on heroin or coke or whatever else it is that pot is a gateway too. True I have tried a variety of other drugs recreationally, and I enjoyed the hell out of them, but I’m not addicted and I am no worse for wear for having done them.

I guess the moral of the story is that if we exercise a little common sense and have respect for our fellow creatures, everything might just turn out okay.

February 10, 2012
Words and Images

It’s a clever piece. It has great colors and a lot of feeling put in it. A nice “Fuck you BP” from some great, anonymous artist.

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