Friday, September 24, 2004
mother natures pissed off. shes so pissed off she's come back for more. mothers got a new dyson designed hurricane so she can suck all the shit out of that fountain of yucks penninsula, divine retribution for getting that burnt bush into office, undeserved, letting him plunder our pockets for our crop of cash. consumerism is the new the culture. cash the crop, brought to market and exchanged for far less than its worth. the modern feudal system whereby we toil on cement fields, forests of glass and steel, urban farming and foraging for cash, only to be left with scraps after the tax collector has come by to gather their share of cash crop for the ruling class. less than pawns, we are the felt bottoms, the thin difference between finely cast gold chess pieces and the dusty board they play their lethal games on.
peak oil, a new term for you all to know. know it well, it is a sign of a very bleak future. you read enough history, reading of civilizations in decline all throughout pre-history and history, wondering what it could be like, to be part of civilization in decline. am i too pessimistic, realistic, when you have kids you worry. all the signs of a very fucked world fast approaching seem to be there. read this article linked to the title of this entry, google the term "peak oil", and know for yourself. one of many things we're never told of, that we never bother to know of. so much information so at hand and we sweep it and bag it like fallen leaves in autumn.
we're so anal about how we look, we look for fast easy ways to fix the things we break, not realizing that quick and easy might just kill you.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
using the freshly torn ribs from within the still hot carcass of the slain beast to pierce the white flesh of the marshmellow and burn them to a crisp over the fiery dragon pit