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these words are like paper ships

If art is a way to transport feelings and thoughts from here into the future then I hope that future

About Me

My Website, go and see how retarded!

www.heinrichclouser.com

This is an external site so MySpace is going to be good enough to give a warning... It's probably ok though.

Alone among millions of single pieces of something complete. A matrix of flesh and blood twisting back on itself, hideously human. Reaching, consuming, and destroying everything. Synaptic discharge, remote access violation as a distorted file received. Cry access denied as rhythmic pulse of useless frequency extends to a delicate binary interlay of neurotransmitter decay.

My Interests

The systematic destruction of reality

I'd like to meet:

You, as a version of me, just break me down and play insane.

Music:

Industrial is yummy! Project Pitchfork, And One, VNV Nation, Covenant, :Wumpscut:, Collide, KMFDMMDFMK, Bjork, Carphax Files(Jasin is amazing!), Nick Cave, Das Ich, Deine Lakaien, Dead Can Dance, Delerium, Massive Attack, E Nomine, Einstürzende Neubauten, Forma Tadre, Gry, FM Einheit, Haujobb,Destroid, Hooverphonic, Icon Of Coil, Juno Reactor, Pink Floyd, Seabound, ok well there is a lot more but dear god I'm done with the list.

Movies:

I will watch them sometimes I guess. I couldn’t tell you because they are not worth fixating on.

Television:

The cold empty static of a failed civilization

Books:

Make me think i'm not alone and I will love you forever!

Heroes:

Diogenes the Dog for knowing who he was and not being afraid to express that.

My Blog

Bit of an update

So tonight I got home and found a letter from some company or another that I have applied for asking additional silly questions that my scary resume hasn't quite covered or just left open further area...
Posted by these words are like paper ships on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 02:10:00 PST

Thoughts and Dilemmas

So, its late and I should be going to bed. I have far too much going through my head at the moment to thing to seriously of it though. There are and have been a few certain things bothering me recentl...
Posted by these words are like paper ships on Mon, 03 Mar 2008 12:03:00 PST

Death

It is a very good thing to familiarize oneself with death. You may possibly think it unnecessary to learn something which you will only have to put into practice once. That is the very reason why we o...
Posted by these words are like paper ships on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 12:36:00 PST

Difficult

I do not care enough for my own happiness. This much I know but never allow myself to think about how I keep myself where I am. I only pay attention to what I need in order to survive and I know very ...
Posted by these words are like paper ships on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 12:40:00 PST

time

So, my worry& is that I am nothing but a demon. I am a demon because I spent my time trying to set my ways to stand by myself. I really dont know why I have convinced myself to do this. Nothing seems ...
Posted by these words are like paper ships on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 08:36:00 PST

Opposition

Opposition - the more important something is to you the greater the struggle and the higher the price that must be paid. As I continue these days I can only look back and see how so many people have s...
Posted by these words are like paper ships on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 07:59:00 PST

A Man and His Stone

There was a man that lived by himself, who had lived like this formany years. Through his past he had grown to welcome loneliness and itwas, as far as he felt, a part of himself. Part of him longed fo...
Posted by these words are like paper ships on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 10:25:00 PST

Absence of blindness (a metaphorical mess)

So that& was another year. To hell with new years eve parties! What a generic and painful attempt to generalize and standardize humanity. This is my day, my life and my New Years day! I can reflect th...
Posted by these words are like paper ships on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 10:21:00 PST

Disconnect

I can't help but to sit back and wonder what has happened. Everything seems so strange, unreal. An imperceptible yet vast gap between me and the rest of reality, humanity. Where is it I branched off, ...
Posted by these words are like paper ships on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 11:25:00 PST

Alienation via Self-Destruction

I can no longer feel, I hurt, but I know I can no longer feel and it hurts. How do we know we exist? We can always trust ourselves to know. Trusting ourselves we can make choices and with those choice...
Posted by these words are like paper ships on Sun, 06 May 2007 11:07:00 PST