About Me
I'm Ste, I'm one theme. I'm a shaft of light over a cityscape of pollution. I'm a light that bathes the rolling meadows in pretence. I clean slowly clotting blood. I'm a binary signal of life and death, I drip inexorably to the rhythmic writhing of a blackened world. I'm a trickle of bile, a wolfwhistle to a blank generation, an image of a world's pain. I'm a species pushing itself to extinction. I'm the overriding aesthetic of interaction. I am the ubiquitous urban hum, the cancer in your membrane, the siren of inevitability. I'm necessary to everything you despise, I give you energy, definition, I exist to perpetuate day-to-day misery. I overwhelm the present, I am the flaw in human rationality, call me Ste.
I didn't choose to evolve, but here I am, another display of imperfection and decadence, harboured in the flailing death throes of a world once pure. I am part of a common identity, a species seeking oblivion, polluting themselves with chemicals, sucking a planet dry, fighting for survival, fighting for extinction, fighting for calamity. A species unconcerned with past and future, but bent on destruction of the present. This is what we do. No government can stop it, no individual can stop it, the people following slime of their own making. The flashiness of Armageddon is in the rotting and this is happening all around us. We rot as we walk down the street, we are dying whilst being seperate from the dying, the alien logic of being strangers to our own dying. The twenty first century becomes instantly irrelevant when human knowledgeability of the universe cannot save a million lives from disease.
Birth plants death in our bodies, we cannot see it, but it grows in dimension and prestige, we cannot take pictures of it or study it, but we know it as intimately as we know ourselves. The more we learn, the more death knows, the more passages, outlets, attitudes it evolves. Death is a channel of vitality. It is truer than ever that no compassion, grief or pity is equal to this occasion, and that every human is matched by a new kind of death, as every species predetermines its own death.
This is it, this is the bear market, the recession, the downfall of humanity, and we're riding the crest of this wave.
This is Kayleigh, my girlfriend, one of god's own prototypes, some kind of superhuman never even considered for mass production, the highest form of life on earth. She is awesome because she stays out all nights with me and my mates, hunting and causing mayhem on the wirral, she smokes and drinks even more than me, she speaks fluent backslang and is ticklish:)
If a thing's worth doing, it's worth doing right
MY GOD, I'M DOWN IN THIS HOLE AGAIN
JOEL SUCKS MULES
