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About Me

Anything that can be put into words isn't worth saying...

My Interests

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I'd like to meet:

...joe black...

Movies:

...blank stare...

Television:

Haven't you ever felt like giving up reading the newspapers and putting your foot through the television? In that case, you have come to appreciate that:The press, radio and television are the crassest vehicles for the lie. Not only do they push real problems (such as "How can we live better?", a question asked in concrete terms every single day) further into the background, but they also induce each private individual to identify with ready made images and to put himself, abstractly, in the shoes of a head of State or a filmstar, or a murderer or a victim... in short, they induce him to react to life as if he were someone whom he is not. The images which rule us mark the success of that which is not ourselves, which haunts us out of ourselves; of that which transforms us into objects to be categorised, labelled and hierarchised in keeping with the usages of the general commodity system.There is a vocabulary at the disposal of hierarchical power. It is to be found not only in the information services and in advertising, in ready-made ideas and habits and conditioned behaviour, but also in any expression which does not pave the way for the revolution of everyday life, every expression which fails to serve our pleasures.The spectacle (ideologies, culture, art, roles, images, representations, commodity-words) embraces all those aspects of social behaviour by means of which men enter the commodity system and, by becoming subsistence objects, (commodities) conspire against themselves, renouncing the pleasure of really living for themselves and freely constructing their everyday lives for themselves.We subsist amid a forest of images with which we are driven to identify. We act less and less for ourselves and more and more as puppets of abstractions that direct us according to the laws of the commodity system (i.e. profit and power).Only that which destroys commodity and its spectacle is revolutionary.

Books:

The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there After the day was done-- "It's very rude of him," she said, "To come and spoil the fun!"The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead-- There were no birds to fly.The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand; They wept like anything to see Such quantities of sand: "If this were only cleared away," They said, "it would be grand!""If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year. Do you suppose," the Walrus said, "That they could get it clear?" "I doubt it," said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear."O Oysters, come and walk with us!" The Walrus did beseech. "A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, Along the briny beach: We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each."The eldest Oyster looked at him, But never a word he said: The eldest Oyster winked his eye, And shook his heavy head-- Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the oyster-bed.But four young Oysters hurried up, All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat-- And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any feet.Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more-- All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore.The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile or so, And then they rested on a rock Conveniently low: And all the little Oysters stood And waited in a row."The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- Of cabbages--and kings-- And why the sea is boiling hot-- And whether pigs have wings.""But wait a bit," the Oysters cried, "Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat!" "No hurry!" said the Carpenter. They thanked him much for that."A loaf of bread," the Walrus said, "Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed-- Now if you're ready, Oysters dear, We can begin to feed.""But not on us!" the Oysters cried, Turning a little blue. "After such kindness, that would be A dismal thing to do!" "The night is fine," the Walrus said. "Do you admire the view?"It was so kind of you to come! And you are very nice!" The Carpenter said nothing but "Cut us another slice: I wish you were not quite so deaf-- I've had to ask you twice!""It seems a shame," the Walrus said, "To play them such a trick, After we've brought them out so far, And made them trot so quick!" The Carpenter said nothing but "The butter's spread too thick!""I weep for you," the Walrus said: "I deeply sympathize." With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes."O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one...................................Ideally a book would have no order in it, and the reader would have to discover his own. But I really enjoy the monsters in my tummy.

Heroes:

...blank stare...

My Blog

the oxymoron of forced democracy

for all those who didn't get to read the time article...what a free society we are so privelaged to be part of...fuck me, dude...im with bowie, im afraid of americans.how embarassing.TIME: What were y...
Posted by uhhhh-yeah-uhhha! on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 10:39:00 PST

cock and motherfucking balls!

lately, i have been very irritated with everyone, but this random bullshit just sets me off. being me, i cant help but respond and fuel the situation. it ammuses me to no end, the dumb shit that peopl...
Posted by uhhhh-yeah-uhhha! on Wed, 04 Oct 2006 07:20:00 PST

right, so she was like... then I go...

----------------- Original Message ----------------- From: ~s@r@~ Date: Sep 6, 2006 10:11 PM back off bitch...he is still here with me for now...you can wait til i leave...which will be very soon...th...
Posted by uhhhh-yeah-uhhha! on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 10:03:00 PST

no bistec con queso for you!!!! and no bud light either

English Only at One Philly Cheesesteak JointPHILADELPHIA (June 9) - Bistec con queso? Not at Geno's Steaks.An English-only ordering policy has thrust one of Philadelphia's best-known cheesesteak joint...
Posted by uhhhh-yeah-uhhha! on Sat, 10 Jun 2006 07:50:00 PST

tragic thoughts...im goin on a aira-plane and, i dont know if i'll be back again

The quiet voice invites the quiet enemy, whose entrance is all but quiet. This voice now punctuates my internal belief to which my reality has transform. The situation that is life remains sustainable...
Posted by uhhhh-yeah-uhhha! on Wed, 07 Jun 2006 04:37:00 PST

hmmmmmm...

where does it go, the frustration, the rage, the pain of my days passing? when i look at me, beyond the imagry, there i see the real me. so small and weak, barely breathing behind my shadow...
Posted by uhhhh-yeah-uhhha! on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 03:53:00 PST

cause i am the baddest bitch. delusional bitch is mpre accurate

it hasn't been so easy recently...characters and events have been intruding my mind, pschyic gate-crashers breaking into my private party. imposing themselves. characters and events of my psychic pres...
Posted by uhhhh-yeah-uhhha! on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 01:12:00 PST

i wish

i wish i was a litttke bit talla, i wish i was a balla, i wish i had a girl who looked good. i would call her...oh know dats right...dont forget ya nerve pills grrrl. i know i done lost my mind!
Posted by uhhhh-yeah-uhhha! on Thu, 30 Mar 2006 01:11:00 PST

who is shamplicika washington?

If you've ever listened to L.L. Cool J.s "Around the Way Girl," you would have a fairly accurate description of she who goes by Shamplishika Washington. But when Im not putting soul onto everything i...
Posted by uhhhh-yeah-uhhha! on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 04:10:00 PST

well, i might as well kill that chicken myself and start from fresh!

Action seems to follow feeling, but really action and feeling go together; and by regulating the action, which is under the more direct control of the will, we can indirectly regulate the feeling, whi...
Posted by uhhhh-yeah-uhhha! on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 12:53:00 PST