| On why I write no longer... |
[25 Nov 2007|03:58am] |
I write no longer.
Was I ever right? Can this be answered? Definitively? Will I believe it?
O Beauty, Art, Truth, my friends, I lament for thee. My sight is gone. (This question lingers, was it ever there (drugged humans hallucinate, as Descartes showed just minutes ago)? [Or did you just drop hope {quite like dropping acid} and concede the day?])
It be overly dramatic to claim night as 'my' time. Yet, I feel kin in the shadows, sipping blood w(h)ine...
Many claim that violence and war are accepted because people do not act to ensure that alternatives take place, because such action is viewed as not possible or is not imagined.
I miss green days and the summer sun. I've felt as though I must die again and be renewed upon waking. Yet I've waited long and these still eyes view the world.
Without hope, imagination would not be.
I found that Hume gave an excellent account of the principle of induction in one story of his. Science and its adherents claim that if one were to create specific situations again and again and saw that similar outcomes took place, then one would be able to state with reason that such conditions guaranteed such results. Hume notices that this claim can only be made under the reasoning that there exists a principle in Nature that the future will be like the past. There is nothing in underlying reality to make this so, without the use of this principle. The principle of induction cannot be proven.
A change is necessary (ever necessary).
May I recall crimson nights.
Peace and Love.
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| Birthed in flame |
[23 Nov 2007|04:17pm] |
Surely, what has occured in the past has occured in the past and its effects may in some way remain there. Our personalities as mutable, varied, and vital as they are, can overcome such events in the past as to make (in the limit) the above statement a true one. For, if I am beaten, I feel that there is a way to be such that this beating will not have had far reaching effects.
I know that this way to be is to be fully aware of what is happening and to choose how to be.
Go friends, and set the little fires that burn through the night, and leave the city pure again.
(A sense [of something] is all that matters, no?)
Let's fly.
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[10 Oct 2007|01:24am] |
dear friends and allies, (enemies welcome as well)...
i only offer you the greatest work ever written, but i ask you to judge for yourself for i am but one human living as i am now and no more or less capable at the task of divining reality than any other if such reality that can be divined exists or if such a reality is one that we inhabit if we are and if we inhabit the same reality if reality is.
Here it is.
Njoi
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| im realitaetskrieg |
[30 Sep 2007|12:03am] |
why did i stop creating?
daunted and blinded by the process, i folded
"oh god.
i can't do that."
but life lives, and life loves (fear), and times goes on but no one really knows. i've taken a turn to pause (twitching/twittering). to be amazed (into caution).
and i will rise again.
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| to love |
[27 Aug 2007|08:10pm] |
to love
(knowing truly that karma means only
to attempt
and to know
that you tried too
were here too
and meant this more than me)
(knowing truly that karma means only
the collected)
(knowing truly that karma means only
the attempted
done)
(knowing truly that karma means only
the amassed
the lives spent
living [learning - known but forgone {the story must fit to me}] to be
'good' and 'bad'
the pieces arrive now
and fit tommorrow
the system
life lives
tiwtches gasps
scrapes through
another rotation)
knowing truly that karma means only
to be
(love among the sailors)
or not
au revoir
ps it's always necessary
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| more than you.txt |
[22 Aug 2007|07:23am] |
7-23-07
somedays i just feel as though i do this to myself just to make it harder
to make the story more interesting
more epic
exotic
this moment
is new
i've convinced myself the hundred times i've lived it
forcing focusing myself
to be bound to the awe
of living in a completely new
world
but
this is not the way of things
i've been here before
said these things
my theories?
aren't correct
and i pledge myself to
die
for them
to mean
this
more
than
you
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[08 Jul 2007|02:34am] |
doctor, what's the matter?
sir, well i've deduced that you have a malfunctioning logic gland
doctor, how do you know that?
sir, i deduced it. you came to me for a head cold, but i see no evidence to explain the head cold - aha! so your logic is faulty, sir, this is the first symptom.
doctor, i'm glad i came to you for help, for i see that your argument is sound and valid.
sir, it's worse than i feared, for you see, there are more questions to ask! such as, are the other conditions for this condition being satisfied? what of the other symptoms? how do i even know that there is a logic gland at all?
sir, i'm glad that you came to me for help, it'll all be taken care of swiftly, now.
doctor, this is all so much -
sir, don't talk now, it's too taxing - and for that matter, don't even try to think. you see there are only a few ways out that i can see, and only two of those are allowed by the association. One is to submit yourself to the association, sure we'll have to tell you everything for a while (and no, we won't allow you to think [at first]). The other is to, well, i take that back now - the association only allows one form of treatment, and i've chosen the former!
doctor, but -
Now sir, since i'm not allowing you to think anymore, i gotsta do it for the both of us. you see, it's communal responsibility, the golden rule, karma (we prefer the golden rule - it's a much smaller burden philosophically).
You'll have to stay here for a while. And though for a while, you will be sick, and i will walk beside you. And though for a while, you will hate me, and i will love you. And there will come a time, a shower of sparks, a glimpse of god, and you will see again, like you used to. Try to wait for the end, and i will be there.
Now sir -
Sir.
Sir!
Sir, don't you understand that you are sick?! Come back here! This instant! We can't have you spouting off nonsense to susceptible individuals! You are carrying a virus! Remember all of our long talks about the golden rule?!
Sir!
i deduced it, poor sir.
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[25 May 2007|12:31pm] |
my parley in these individual messes serve to show that I am not a good person.
no...
there is no consistent statement to give to the press(ing police).
"did i teach you nothing?"
"we must go have a debate at Starbucks when I get back"
termed in balances of power, not concern, the issue is simple(y no longer important).
whine.
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| People are People |
[26 Mar 2007|11:19am] |
Treat people as concepts with logical properties relations.
OR
Treat people as yourself.
OR
Acknowledge that being accurate is not possible due to unknown genetic cultural differences
AND
FLAIL
AND LATER
Realize that people are people and that people have consciousness (in God we trust) and hope for the best.
Just Running.
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| Winter fucks |
[30 Jan 2007|03:47pm] |
Numb.
Conditioned to the cold, have forgotten (must remember choose) [how] to feel it.
Winter fucks.
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| Misanthrope s(l)ight. |
[29 Jan 2007|05:58pm] |
Already thought out, expressed, this other medium then lacks in importance. C'est la vie.
Balance politics (responsibility [evaluative/morals]) aesthetics (beauty [emotion/truth?!]). These don't separate.
Spending so much time on state-maintainance, I forget what? Forget that these are just descriptive (attempting) prescriptions that are stuck in the past, and that achieving a state by will fails. (Remember:)Passion? Ceneter without.
Dignity? Fuck clever.
Resurrecting past (conflicts) am I that bored?
Punch to see if I'm still breathing.
This (specifically) is unsatisfying.
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| End Fixated. |
[16 Jan 2007|01:55am] |
A tendency towards self-observation of such strength developed over this break.
I want to maintain the self-observing/reflective power that I was afforded.
I want to use this power to control when to access specific thought mannerisms.
Shit, it's all about the questions that you ask, if you attempt to answer them. You can drop the questions when you become habituated.
Free to choose not to. Free to choose to. Choose to choose to choose to choose... At all times.
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| Lost (love) Letters |
[15 Jan 2007|02:39pm] |
Composition.
Conversation as composition.
Not competition.
The simple understood?
Life as art. No. Life including art.
The composition of conversation is usually approaches a constant in groups with similar converstational experiences.
The composition of conversation is usually habitual.
Habitual: behaviorism. Classical Conditioning. Operant Conditioning.
The composition of conversation is usually formed through low-level observation, creating cause-effect relationship equations.
The composition of conversation altered through cognition.
See: "Milo and Otis." heh heh.
~Meant to write this one a while back.
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| Delayed. |
[15 Jan 2007|02:37pm] |
Too much fear. Recall that everything is open.
Please distract me from myself, and in doing so, I will come again. To know myself. To feel myself. Rather than just passive faulty observation.
I feel that any consideration is always incomplete.
There's just too much.
Wanting to see the sunrise. Seeing the sunrise to enable sight.
From this darkness, dawn may come.
Sigh(t).
~ this one was from a week ago.
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| Short |
[05 Jan 2007|04:58am] |
Spinning Faster Now.
If you can only keep 5-7 thoughts in short term memory. Drop thought occasionally. Strength vs endurance round side-8.
Needing to recall it at the right time, take time to associate it. Never forgotten, remembered, but not recalled.
This one is unsatisfactory, but I'm leaving it.
Innocence breeds innovation
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| Odin. |
[05 Jan 2007|01:35am] |
Whoops! There goes me eye!
Kinda odd kinda strange kinda sad kinda happy beautiful that I would sacrifice it.
But, it's only gone for a while.
Some might say that I like the blindness. I guess I do smoke pot, sirs.
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