May 2011
1 post
One of the sole reasons why I now use tumblr... →
April 2011
2 posts
“If you have a talent, use it in every which way possible. Don’t hoard it....”
– Brendan Francis
March 2011
2 posts
“We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools”
– Martin Luther King Jr.
September 2010
3 posts
Something Interesting for a change. →
“If I have learnt anything, it is that life forms no logical patterns. It is...”
– Margot Fonteyn
August 2010
6 posts
The History of the Universe in 200 words.
uantum fluctuation. Inflation. Expansion. Strong nuclear interaction. Particle-antiparticle annihilation. Deuterium and helium production. Density perturbations. Recombination. Blackbody radiation. Local contraction. Cluster formation. Reionization? Violent relaxation. Virialization. Biased galaxy formation? Turbulent fragmentation. Contraction. Ionization. Compression. Opaque hydrogen. Massive...
A "Complex" Theory of Consciousness
Quite an Interesting read @ http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=a-theory-of-consciousness
Extract:
“Do you think that your newest acquisition, a Roomba robotic vacuum cleaner that traces out its unpredictable paths on your living room floor, is conscious? What about that bee that hovers above your marmalade-covered breakfast toast? Or the newborn who finally fell asleep...
“Until you make peace with who you are, you’ll never be content with what...”
– Doris Mortman
“We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.”
– Marcel Proust
July 2010
43 posts
All I want to do
is play guitar, play live with my band, hang out with my friends and party.
“Rest satisfied with doing well, and leave others to talk of you as they please.”
– Pythagoras
“A human being has a natural desire to have more of a good thing than he needs.”
– Mark Twain
You stole.
Last night they said the fire had spread and we said our prayers And now the flames are burning me in my bed but I just don’t care We all go to sleep in the same place and in the morning hope that we’re all the same We’ll just sit around like broke down cars in the lot waiting for repairs There you go There it goes Well I wish that I was as good as you at caring and...
...
Patrick Bateman: Do you like Huey Lewis and the news?
Paul Allen: They're OK.
Patrick Bateman: Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in '83, I think they really came into their own, commercial and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far much more bitter, cynical sense of humour.
Paul Allen: Hey Halberstram.
Patrick Bateman: Yes, Allen?
Paul Allen: Why are their copies of the style section all over the place, d-do you have a dog? A little chow or something?
Patrick Bateman: No, Allen.
Paul Allen: Is that a rain coat?
Patrick Bateman: Yes it is! In '87, Huey released this, Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself.
[raises axe above head]
Patrick Bateman: Hey Paul!
[he bashes Allen in the head with the axe, and blood splatters over him]
Patrick Bateman: TRY GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA NOW YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTARD! YOU, FUCKING BASTARD!
“Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on...”
– Reggie Leach
“Jealous because I fucked your ex-girlfriend? And what.”
– Annonymous…
Hym.
Love flows fears no window minds time oceanic. Dissolve me. His own light, now it’s gone. The thirst came on and it came on in waves. He would dream of cells swollen with water, blank memory washed away. Swallowed whole through eyes and teeth.
“The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are...”
– Charles DuBois
From sinking.
His time there so long. His fingers trace the endless walls he knew so well and there the breaths were short and hard and thick with salt. And in this place he always knew he’d wake alone. Hands clutch in panic, in this place he built of sand homes that caved. The walls were weak with salty tears,through the cracks in these walls he saw the sun. The sun dripped through the cracks and died;...
Weight.
All in all in, all in a day. A day it changes everything.
Carry.
And the water takes hold. It fills his lungs and crushes his body. Dust floats through sun and water, as you draw close. Fall to me. He sees like he’s never seen before. I will carry you, true and free and the water carries him away. Now that you are here, you’ll swim with me. Soon he ceases to be at all. I am clutching you, true. He sees like he never sees before; he is light in...
Balboa Towers
The Acacia Strain have some of the angriest lyrics I’ve ever read or heard. Case in point:
The Acacia Strain - Balboa Towers
She asked me if I wanted to fuck so I spit in her face. Blatant disregard for the rules. She asked me to marry her so I slit her fucking throat. I told you I wanted to be alone forever. Leave the trash where the trash belongs. Baby, you’d look good in a...
BAZINGA.
“There was a disturbance in my heart, a voice that spoke there and said, I want,...”
– Saul Bellow
False light.
Come down on me, my sweet angel, poison milk from that withering breast. Come down on me sweet suffocation, poison milk from that withering breast. Your mask is drifting, see what writhes beneath. Porcelain grin is cracking, incest to uncoil. Your laugh spreads yawning, black hole formation. Drown and the first real breath takes hold, washed in a chill so peaceful, sink further. Hold his hand and...
The other.
In this secret way he knew you first and from those lips, a seed. Your mouth dropped open, darkness fell out. Kept close in skin, kept close in blood and in he was and from those lips, a seed. This is the gift that he received; twisted roots kept warm. Rape she was and ready for the death.
The Beginning of the End.
Long you both laid in the sun’s yellow stare on the edge with eyes rolled back. The waves were calling him as he teetered on the edge, the waves were calling him. He had seen it, felt its might, bent under washing away, he thinks of you. Everything slows, light flashing through. The water flies over his head. You are me now as you lay on my bed. The water flies over his head. You are me now...
“Originality is the fine art of remembering what you hear but forgetting where...”
– Laurence J. Peter
Dream Signifcance?
in my dream last night I became good friends with Dara O’Brian and we hung out in a pub in Ireland. After a while talking we became good friends and he gave me a signed copy of a warbook accounting the life and times of a young soldier during the second world war book. After this I departed home before waking up….
The fall.
Maybe we’re the same.
We’re not the same. We’re not the same.
No, but I despise you.
No, I despise you.
I know I’m nothing like you.
I’m nothing like you.
