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kitchen-sink romanticism
If I gave my kitchen sink a dozen flowers, a huge expensive bunch of glorious blue roses with dew glistening on their silky petals, would it stop leaking?
*takes a trip to the flowershop*
because she had a waterlily in her left lung
"THE MANAGEMENT gave Colin plenty of money - but it was too late. Everyday he had to go and see people. THey gave him a list and he had to bring bad tidings a day before they were going to happen.
Everyday he went out into the crowded streets or into society. He went up and down thousands of stairs. Nobody was pleased to see him. They threw pots and pans at his head, drove fierce harsh words through his ears, and then kicked him out of their doors. He got well paid for this and pleased the management. For once he kept his job. It was the only thing he could do well - get himself kicked out.
He was harrowed by fatigue which stiffened his knees and hollowed his cheeks. His eyes saw only the ugliness of people. He went on telling them terrible things that were going to happen. He went on being chased away by sticks, stones, blood, tears and curses.
He went up the steps, along the corridor and knocked, taking another step back almost immediately. People knew as soon as they saw his big black helmet so they treated him badly, but Colin couldn't complain as he was being paid to do it. The door opened. He said his piece and went away. A heavy block of wood hit him in the back of the neck.
He looked at the next name on the list and saw that it was his own. Then he threw down his helmet and he walked home slowly with his heart as heavy as lead, for he knew that by tomorrow Chloe would be dead."
- Boris Vian, Froth on a Daydream
The Universe is Zero.
"... but if the universe is really completely self-contained, having no boundaries or edge, it would have neither beginning nor end : it would simply be. What place, then, for a creator?"
-A Brief History of Time, Stephen Hawking.
is mankind a mass (amass?) of needles? is humanity a woven cloth? knitting ourselves into a blanket. some are stars. some are sunken ships. some are orange deserts, some are tall serious buildings. some have the shape of water in a bottle. some are sunken ships. some are the zeros and ones in a computer thread, carrying a virus. are some zeppellins? a coin in the slot of a vending machine? i could be twilight. you could be music. i could be a tom waits song and you could be the air in a harmonica. and is god just grandmother's hands, wrinkled with time, holding us all in place, swaying in her Cosmic Rocking Chair, knitting us along with time and orbits and geodisics and Newton's falling apples? Does she scream "eureka!"? does she say "amen"? I wonder ... And soon will she hold us up against the kerosene lamplight, hang us alongside her constellations, and say to someone we can't see, in her 4-dimensional space-time voice : "Look at the quilt, child, isn't the pattern lovely?"
- c'est moi, belishabeacon
House of Cards
What was lateral is now bent. Soon you discover the shift. You write to be read, not to be felt. What was lateral, now bent. In this day and age, people argue that mid-twenties is equivalent to putting down one's foot. Kingsley could be right : twenty-something is when all our ideals come knocking on our doors, salesmen of opinions, options, horizons, special discounts, 10% off.
Then, the questions : does what come in always find a way out? And you look for answers in the ocean, that is big and deep and blue because of the sky's blueness. Or in the rhymes that eclipse one's reasons. Spaces and ages, freewheeling, catapulting, turning cartwheels falling down sick and nauseaous. Missing a chance, taking a chance, people breathe air, air breathing people.
But ... hey, you know it already. You've seen it from rooftops where buildings don't seem as intimidating as they look.
To write to be felt, not to be read. A galaxy exists between those who are taught, and those who learn. Just as lost as you are, whispers the air, somewhere. Could be in the recesses of the mind, could be at the tips of one's pauses, could be carved into fingerprints. Always, or as much as you can. Synonyms perhaps. Between bus rides and daydreams, Life could be Life, a reality you never knew could exist.
Crazy radiative monitor color me bad
Hooo, Hoooo
Choking in front of the TV. The video indigestion.
The audio-visual sticky honey is slowly poured from the box installed at your second most strategic point of the room, as a breeder who's pouring jam to the pigs. At least, in front of your crazy low radiation Color monitor which you proudly installed at the most strategic oint of your room (I hope), you are the only master on board. You can perfectly crash the whole thing in case you suddendly feel like it. Take my advise : open the cdrom now, while its reading your favorite track. Windows does already take it bad, and become bluescreened-furious. Now open your biggest word document ten times. Hey, How about that Win32? Ya like it? Do you have enough? Final suggestion; hit all the key at the same time until it beeps as a supplication for you to stop the torture! never tried this one? It's so damn efficient.
Well, try that hatefull anxious behavior with the TV remote controler. You won't get anything from it. They made it resistant, those bastard. You will finally land on the worst track, with full volume and too much contrast. The only feeling of power you could have is to finally hit that TURN OFF button. Yes. But the silence of the room sucks even more.
Follow my advise, be your own master : Lobotomise your self with windows.
Crooked Julius, Windows anxious crasher
Random music videos
Random videos are like a hand at cards: you can either win or lose, and most of the time, you lose, because the quality of music video channels are in slow decline. MYX seems to be the one channel that shows presentable music videos, but how long will they last?
Note: these videos have no specific arrangement or ranking: it's the order they were shown on TV, but wtih general pauses and intermissions. I don't know some of the song titles, but I'm not asking your forgiveness.
Christiana Aguilera - she's how old... 19? 18?... and already she claims she knows what a girl wants and what a girl needs
Lady Marmalade from Moulin Rouge soundtrack - the objective of this video is to answer 2 important questions: "who has the strongest larynx?" and "whose tonsils won't fall off by the end of this song?"
Boy George, Karma Chameleon - To answer his question : 'She comes and goes' because she isn't so sure of your sexuality, Mr. George PS. nice vests youve got there
Britney Spears Slave for you - In an interview she says "Don't presume I'm just another dumb girl", then contradicts this statement in her video by wearing her panties over jeans... she's as lost as Superman (who apparently does the same thing)
Marilyn Manson, Tainted Love - Is it just me, or is there something in his eye?
Steps - composed of 5 girls, with 2 disguised as boys
Limp Bizkit, Rolling - why is Fred Durst always angry at us? What did we ever do to offend him?
the Enrique Iglesias and Jennifer Love Hewitt video - won the "Overacting in a Music Video" award
Hanson in Mmmmbop - would have been less embarassing had they waited for their voices to lower
Hanson in their newest video - they're back with lower voices, but they're still embarassing
Puff Daddy, his song in the Godzilla movie - Living proof that the words "Uh-huh, yieih" can earn you lots of money
Aaron Carter - sings "I'm a big boy now, go tell your friends" but doesn't look convinced
Baha Men, Who let the dogs out - yes, dogs can sing
MC Hammer, U can't touch this - hammered himself into inexistence, roger-rabitting into a spiral of debt wearing parachute pants
Robbie williams - Whatever you do, we will never forget you were a member of Take That. ("His chin is mocking me", frowns Mr K, distressed)
Ricky Martin, La Vida Loca - Whatever you do, we will never forget you were a member of Menudo. ("He should be called Jell-O Butt, or Angelbutt" laughs Mr K, recovering from Robbie Williams' chin)
Michael Jackson, Thriller - how is it possible that he looks more like a corpse now than he did in this song's video? (hey, i happen to like this video, this is classic. woo!)
all rappers/rapper groups in general - discovered the keys to success : 1. the more "fuck you's" in your song lyrics, the more people buy your albums 2. the ability of twisting your fingers into letters of the alphabet will lead to gang wars and drive-by shootings and possibly death, and post-mortem albums sales are liable to skyrocket, in this morbid music market
Eminem - I'm just glad I'm not your mother
Aqua, Barbie Girl - unfortunately, they believed the line "With your talent, you'll be stars!"
Linkin Park - Whatever happens, I hope they really believe that "in the end, it doesn't even matter" becuase that's what their future holds.
I was definitely hoping for Vanilla Ice's Ice Ice Baby, or Roxette or Celine Dion's... well, any of Celine Dion's videos to play because it's always fun to critique those three. - belishabeacon eating popcorn
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