Friday, November 28, 2008

the world doesn't make sense (drunk)

this world does not make sense. it might just be me, or my clicke of conspiracy theorists, alchoholics and potheads, but WTF? the people in power use that power to control those who are powerless and make them eat crap, watch crap, and listen to crap. not only that, but religion is formulated to worship crap. false dieties, fables with anti-progressive meanings, and some douche-bag called jesus. yeah, jesus might have been some very popular religious leader, but he amounts to no more than a one hit wonder pop star in my book. the world needs substance. something that does not reveal all on the surface. a belief system (if you will) of some substance, explaining how things work, rather than "have faith and it will work". how about something more like science? there is a method to the madness there instead of blind faith. gigantic buildings that are meant to withstand plane crashes must be rigged with bombs in order to collapse just like monetary systems must not be backed by gold in order to collapse. i find government and religion repulsive. they sicken me. science, theory, order... all things that make sense. heavily researched and experimented, something with substance. it is this way because of said factors and conditions, laws of matter and of the universe. and who's to say it's not a multiverse? nobody has gone into space far enough to know. no evidence, no proof, we therefore think it doesn't exist. just because we can't get there? we can't see it? who's to say it's not there? other universes with planets, suns, stars, soforth? what I really want to voice here is doubt. if you can't prove that something exists, does it really not exist, or is it the case that we just cant acess it? it's not available. some people make a life out of speculating on these ideas, others lead meaningless, thoughtless existences focusing on pop culture and other crap that is fed to us in massive quantities. but what meaning is there to life anyway? are we here to be brainwashed and live in a technologically based society? were we meant to spend our time growing food and smoking bongs? both ideas are equally brainless. they both disclude thought. maybe we were meant to make meaning out of the world. maybe we are supposed to free ourselves from this world through violent and bloody death. who knows? NOBODY!!! I am very tempted to give up the search for meaning and let booze kill me slowly and in a very boring way. sitting at home, beer in hand watching meaningless crap on youtube. but the other half of me abhores alcohol and wants to be outside shredding guitar in a progressive metal band like symphony x. life is fuckin' complex!

Saturday, November 22, 2008

winter wasteland

My people are from the lands where the north wind blows and yetis still walk the earth. in the cold, dark night I stand and smoke in front of mobil on the run. multidirectional winds whip my hair and ice crystals form along my brow. what's this? a human form appears between the drifts of snow, but this is no human who approaches. atop his gigantic forehead I see a bicycle helmet, but what of the bicycle to match? it is nowhere to be seen. icicles hang from his sgraggly beard and he waves to me with a toothless grin. this could only be the yeti, Ron. defiler of all things clean and antibacterial. a sharp gasp escapes my lips as I snuff out my cigarette and rush indoors, but no mere panes of glass will hold this monster at bay. a blast of cold air chills my very bones as the door swings open and in walks the yeti.

(now adding text from memory not included in original writing in anecdotal, less poetic form)

cheerful as ever, yet sounding clearly under the weather, Ron says hello and explains that he is sick. he absconds to the aisles of the store and is momentarily forgotten. returning with niquil and coffee, he requests cigarettes and voices hopes of feeling better. I agree thet he is very sick and wish him well. he walks outside and lights up a smoke. again forgotten as some police officers enter and get free coffee. after an indefinite portion of time, the police ask what happened to Ron, as they have lost track of him as well. I tell them that he slipped from my mind as he left my immediate field of vision. police leave and Ron appears walking from the bathroom.
"I'm sorry, Andy. I tried to get it in the toilet as much as I could and tried to clean it up." Ron voices apologies for an unknown act.
"that's alright." I say, unsure of what evil was unleashed in the men's room.
later that night, at bathroom cleaning time, I enter the men's room to find shit everywhere! on the toilet, the wall (don't ask me how) and on the floor. Ron had unleashed the sheast.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

read like the grinch stole christmas

all the freaks in the living room were tripping on tussin while the grinch upstairs was mussin' and fussin' lying awake trying to sleep in his bed wishing that someone named andy was dead with his dragonball z king diamond and dxm no-doz and final fantasy annoying the shit out of him jack laid there silently alone in a rage his favorite song, metallica - turn the page down the stairs comes the grinch at 9:35 wishing sir andrew wasn't alive out the door to the car and the car on the road they silently left to go to work from thier abode talk of band practice soon filled the air and that mean old grinch, jack rath ceased his glare peace had returned to the 2 fatal friends hoping that pharmacological death be thier end.