Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Some Fucker

Some fucker, the bottom half of whose face and head and by analogy everything around it is, with the exception of a few interpersonal memories left over as insoluble burdens on expressive freedom, relative to his contemporary world fairly light and forthcoming and signals an instinctive disinterest in unnecessary & therefore misleading emotional communication, and the top half of whose face and head and by analogy everything around it is, aside from a few existentially complete reflections, relatively dark and opaque, reveals an innate thorough comprehension of tragedy, and hints at a perpetual emotional intention that isn’t completely honest, a fascinating & non-trivial but uneventful “balance” in the strictly quantitative sense of the word, a sense recently extended in an intellectually careless manner to a “balance” of a different meaning, usually used loosely in philosophical or spiritual contexts, apparently a translation misnomer and lexical shift developed via incorrect analogy and misinterpretation by a few inane generations -- as if one would feel better when sickness or pain somehow quantitatively equals healthiness or comfort within their organism, or as if purported bad and good literally need to be exactly the same spiritual sizes to run a respectable purported metaphysical world -- but in the context of a rectified version of this latter meaning of “balance” (likely rectifiable in large part by restoring and then emphasizing “interdependency” as a primary semantic factor of the lexical compound) quantitatively trivial (50/50 is as subjective and random as any other possible contextually ideal proportion in the world of the so-called non-quantitative “balance”) -- so, a trivial situation in this latter sense of the word, but in this particular case not uneventful, because, the quantitative sense of the word set aside, the human traits and their relative proportions and their distribution within this particular fucker’s head as described above just happen to be, as per the properties of biological, geological and maybe also possibly-existing metaphysical states, the makeup of a personal system easily capable under suitable conditions of simultaneously generating in others a euphoric but usually unsustainable faith-like sentiment via an emanation of support, and of facilitating vicious resentment and violent scapegoat situations at a society level via persistently assertive, illusively convincing, expressive, and (not fully consciously) emotionally-self-defensive protectionist affiliation and rhetoric

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Fish

LOOK AT THAT BIG FUCKING FISH! HOLY FCUK THAT’S A BIG FUCKING FISH! LOOK AT THAT BIG FUCKING BITCH! THAT’S A BIG FUCKING BITCH! THAT IS A BIG FUCKING BITCH! HOLY FUCK! LOOK AT THAT FUCKING FISH!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Biosphere

A bunch of fuckers standing there trying to figure out who they want to ram the most on the 1st day of their lockdown in a biosphere where, as part of the incentive, they were implanted with virtual reality chips for adjusting the appearance of the other people & the environment to suit their individual pleasures in an experiment where scientists are going to study psychological and sociological conditions for a case where 100 people or so would have to restart human life by themselves from some fallout bunker or spaceship or maybe even another planet

Tuesday, November 22, 2011