Lundi du merde
Lucifer. The most misunderstood of all the
ArchAngels, you're most like the ArchAngel of
Light. You've seen the darkside and have opted
for something better. You need better press,
though chances are no one will really
understand your motives.
Which ArchAngel are you most like? brought to you by Quizilla
Posted by ddaktiv at 11:42 AM |
the nth bloody sunday for my ulcer
An exercise in thought.
A warning, before you delve into this babble; For reasons I dare not tell, it is just an exercise in parallelisms and whatever. What this exercise hopes to excavate is whatever that comes out in the end. A realization, maybe. Nothing paramount to our existence, but hopefully something more sublime. But then again, it is a babbling thought that I'm setting loose in your conscience, so don't get disappointed if you get nothing short of an "aha!" in the end. And now, we may begin.
The exercise:
I.
If God was a concept, and an Idol an image of one.
Concept, image of an ideal where we based it on...
The ideal, a precept of a notion that we chanced upon.
And notions, the directions we follow...
(What early conclusions can you draw from this then?)
II.
Were we to be set loose in a ship located at the center of a globe, surrounded by masses of islands and raging seas and deep oceans, Which direction would you go? Which land would you seek?
Thereabouts lie islands of all things you can dream of. Tropical, arctic, desert wastes and masses of concrete civilizations. Westwards, the old discovered lands and antiquated isles of indifference. Over the east lay the weathered land of the mystics.
Wherein finding the mythical land in the East would mean knowing the truth. Truth about Gods and Idols, Love and Friendships, Immortality and Death, The unknown etc. etc.. The only catch is, there is no map and you'd have to make one up for yourself as you go. (it just keeps getting more intrinsic, doesn't't? I won't bother with the North and the South, make something up.)
***
The question, would you sail in an easterly direction(to follow your notion of an ideal, which is a concept of whatever you make it?)?
II.A (Relating an excess in theatrics...I'm quite sure you'd see a point somewhere)
I've gone through a sudden realization wherefore my thoughts led me astray.
I thought I did sail eastwards however I came out on the west end. I tried going north and missed the land again only to come up through the south bend. Had I been a more bright and lively fellow I'd assume that the land myth is nothing more but and would go about searching for less. However, having heard rumours of some sailors who did chance upon this sacrilegious land, I gave in to my naivete.
I took a northeastern heading this time, but again was terribly fraught with dissappointment. Once more, thrashing through and coming up and over storms and restless seas, delight in the unknown fled my instincts. I seeked nothing but the ordinary. And so sailed I westwards, but still it escaped me. And for the first time, I saw faces. Other sailors lost amidst seas and oceans. Going back and forth, never truly knowing what is where.
Dawning on a realization of certain aspects of this journey, going west was ultimately relative. After all, we had established only a concept of directions. Were we to face south our west then becomes east and so forth. A bad taste formed in the corners of my mouth.
And so, which directions do we truly lie.
Anchors were made when we at first realized this, early on in civilization. Realizations made sense of something, an anchor affecting the next person who may not truly share the same sentiment or concept or notion or precepts of the previous, but would have an idea or a place to start his/her explorations of an entirely different nature. An alignment of thoughts, and a re-alignment in perception.
Had I been conscious enough to think this early on an entirely different map would be made. Anchors lodged in certain points would've been re-positioned. But all is not lost yet, after all our boats are still afloat.
And so I leave these thoughts for you to consider.
What's next?
*Fini*
Posted by ddaktiv at 04:24 PM |
radiohead song
Below are songs of Radiohead (Separated by "***"). Without the aesthetics of sound...this is just pure delight.
(these songs are not usually heard on radio...in fact, i don't think they've ever played it here before...)
Million Dollar Question
was always waiting for the crush
the car to drive right through the shops
to call in sick and late for work
and take a holiday
was always tangled up in knots
to keep myself from speaking up
but no one's listening anyay
just trying to bribe me
and if it's alright, then what are we doing here?
and if it's alright, this place is gassed by fear
and if it's alright, i'll tell you 'cos you'll never understand
and if it's alright, i'll beg you, because i'm a begging kind of man
today i wrote a bad cheque
packed a bag and took a jet
but no-one's looking anway
i hope they miss me
(sometimes i think maybe i'm making a big mistake)
***
Permanent Daylight
the easiest way to sleep at night is to
carry on believing that i don't exist
the easiest way to sell your soul is to
carry on believing that we don't exist
it must be hard with your head on backwards.
***
Palo Alto
In a city of the future
It is difficult to concentrate
Meet the boss, meet the wife
Everybody's happy
Everyone is made for life
In a city of the future
It is difficult to find a space
I'm too busy to see you
You're too busy to wait
But I'm okay, how are you?
Thanks for asking, thanks for asking
But I'm okay, how are you?
I hope you're okay too
Everyone one of those days
When the sky's California blue
With a beautiful bombshell
I throw myself into my work
I'm too lazy, I've been kidding myself for so long
I'm okay, how are you?
Thanks for asking, thanks for asking
But I'm okay, how are you?
I hope you're okay too
***
***end***
Posted by ddaktiv at 09:33 AM |
enu For The Day
1. Paracetamol ...
2. Paracetamol ...
3. Paracetamol ...
4. Flu ...
5. Feiry Lips (*) ...
My lips are on fire. My tongue feels like grate on my throat.
Our training room used to be a furnace of sorts but not today.
Today I am on ice. Temperature at 23.5* and I feel like I'm on the brink of hypothermia. Ironic isn't it? Relieved of heat strokes in what supposedly is a controlled environment, every bone and crevice in my limbs are aching. My eyes are burning with every flap of my eyelids... *spark *spark *spark I tried tuning in to the pain's epicenter, a mass of soreness about the size of a car in my back.
"My mind is stronger than my body" I tell myself. Today, there will be no pain. Right.
A PETTY STORY by an Incongruent Paranoiac--
I heard a distinct sound of voices--music, giggling children, and a reporter giving out the daily headlines.
I draw a deep fire breath and bury my nose further into my jacket. Louder and louder...I finally raised my hand for attention.
Their attention.
I advised them to lower the volume down and be wary for it's not exactly allowed. They understood and complied right away, lowering the volume...Understood was an understatement. der ficken madchen suddenly asks if I could still "hear" it.
I'm floored by this question. For the second time, I've "deliberately" delivered another attack at her person. Good God! I'm evil! How could I do such a thing... Malaise and Good intentions were always the fastest road to evil...as they say.
Ta-Ma-De! Merde... I'm floating away from my angst. To warn a fool only brings about conflicts. Draw away and leave it be. Were der Shiessen frau aber eine Mann, I'd sock it to her pie trap in a split second. Ah, so much angst. Why is it that we are populated with people who are so misguided and proud of their ways...? Trash
Posted by ddaktiv at 02:50 AM |