happiness # 9

the phrase "poetry in motion"

happiness # 8

listening to the previous post

i'm gonna die in a place that don't know my name

god knows your lonely souls

say Watt?

talking about a funny word:

"unintelligibility"

yikes. i've been trying to swallow that one for a couple of minutes now. the words are killing me! the words are killing me! argh argh argh

bleep bleep bleep

oh wow

machines all turn against me

bleep bleep bleep

shut up, neil!

fascist!

etc.

oh well, all's well inside the endless well that constitutes my mind, i guess.

the narrow downhill

sliding into uncomfortable ease, sliding down a narrow hill, meeting the present inside a single body telling about the injustice of it all, and then an artist telling about it, shifting paradigms in a single man's mind, even if it is just because of the music. do not ask what it is all about, but be sure to listen to Thom Yorke's "Harrowdown Hill", and listen to it over and over again. we think the same things at the same time - well don't we all, ugly beautiful humans we are? we're a silly race, that's right.

lonely laughter

slowly but surely, the subjects for humor are diminishing. slowly but surely, these subjects become more and more loaded with people's emotions. certain believers find it their duty to defend their gods from humor, as these gods apparently are not strong enough to do it themselves, or have not invented that humor at one certain stage in their creations. no laughing with certain groups of our society. no laughing with icons. no laughing here, no laughing there.

in the end, the only thing we will be allowed to laugh with, will be ourselves. by that time, it might be useful that we learn some self-relativation skills to be able to do so...

burning bush

did i ever say: Bush sucks?

well, here goes: Bush sucks!

and, we're really back now

just heard Saddam will receive the death penalty for mass murder.

i never liked death penalty, but this event leaves me with one question: who will ever put Mr. G.W. Bush on trial for mass murder?

indeed, no one. the horror, the horror.