ok.

i should be working on the 7 essays i still need to do or making my video project, but school's very loooooow on my priorities list.

i was just watching TV with the background thud thud thud of domestic life in the background when this ad came on, where a guy in a suit comes home and this woman pokes her head out of of the kitchen and says, "just making you a divine diamante dinner, darling." and the guy says, "you can make me dinner any day, my diamante darling."

pfft overt sexism? really? still?

and then... i realized.... that was just one interpretation.

How would a socialist interpret that ad?

a socialist may point out the conspicuous consumption in all that luxury furnishing, and the bourgeoisie sheen of the man's designer suit, and the deplorable waste represented by a packaged Diamante meal when so much of the world's population is starving.

an ad executive might say, "nice product imaging," cause they have cheap microwave meals and theyre associating them with a young, professional lifestyle. And a trade practices lawyer might go, "hmmm... isn't it misleading to call those ass-meals divine?" and a christian may say "well that's a beautiful, loving marriage, and marriage is based on sacrifice," or some tosh like that. and what might a muslim or buddhist say?

Come on! didn't you take comparative religion last year?

Well, me either. do you know what we learn in middle school? fucking sentence diagrams.

either the standards for this so-called "gifted program" are pretty low, or everyone else here feels same as i do- like the phase of their life when their brain is young and tactile is being wasted on insignificant minutia when they could be learning any number of more important, useful things.

not that i'm societally aware enough to know what those things would even be.

oh and sorry zach.... i had to change the music... yup and if anyone doesn't know who this is they should dunk their head in a tureen of cyanide.

maybe someday i'll think that my taste in music is really lame but right now i consider it legit as shit.

wiggity-wack.

hey howdy.

had me tetnus shot yesterday.

woke up this morning and my arm was achy.

whole thing has my hypochondriac mind racing... (probably muscle atrophy, which can lead to death, i read it in the brochure, etc etc etc)

what if this "simple vaccine" leads me to a neardeath experience? am i going to get spiritual and sheeeeeet?

so which far-reaching faith do i pick? and how? this is a clutch decision, i mean, i might not have much time left.

i guess if i had to pick, i'd go based on deity.

i mean, what sort of provincial god wouldn't want to shimmy it up with buddha?

exactly.

and going with that, if the gods DID hang out, how would that go?

one says to this guy: my worshipers build golden temples in my honor.

another says: my worshipers kill everybody who insults me.

yet another says: my worshipers sacrifice slightly charred human flesh daily.

but i highly doubt any of them runs around saying "my worshipers love one another and treat others with respect and kindness each day."

check out this weird native american punk band i found the other day:

While you were sleeping they waged a war
Didn't tell you 'till they came to your door
while you were sleeping they stole your freedom
made sure then that all the odds werent even
There's blood standing starkly on the hands of time
a lie cheapens the vision
Did you read between the lines
or did they teach you not to question?
There's blood on the hands of time
they've taken it all away
buried the past with lies
but the pain is still felt today

While you were sleeping they dug you a grave
gave you a # instead of a name
while you were sleeping they stole your dreams
beat you out of your beliefs

There's blood on the hands of time
and in the pages of your books
blood paints the heavens
for all the lives that you took
there's blood on the hands of time
I still hear the screams
these wounds havent healed
they've massacred my dreams

Exiled in the land of the free

While you were sleeping they took the words from your mouth
and bound your hands
so when you tried to reach out
no one would understand
while you were sleeping they glorified the past
tried to cover up their lies
We will never forget
there's blood on the hands of time

Exiled in the land of the free

It's in the eyes of the homeless and the abused
like its in the way that I live with this truth...
an outcast in my land, in my home, and in my mind
guilty 'till proven innocent and I'm still doing the time

my head is crowded with these screams
my mind is massacred by these images...
those who couldn't keep up with the rest
weren't worth the bullet
something I'll never forget
not worth the bullet
I'm not gonna forget
not worth the bullet

There's blood on the hands of time
we will not forget
our people marched in Exile
not worth the bullet.

okay, first of all, i like the song. but come on. really? REALLY? what the fuck is this? are you channeling the spirits of 293875928375932 generations long gone? this didn't happen to any of you. you probably went to public school. gimmicklookinasses.

When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
I kinda like the way she dips

Currently Circle By Boom Bip & Doseone see related

updatttttttttttttttttting....

my folks finally got a new digital so i'm snapping pics of everything that moves.

i'll put in some soon...

as for now...

i must take care of that michael moore...

do you ever listen to music and KNOW it sucks while you're listening to it? I DO ALWAYS

EXHIBIT A:

Every thought catalyst reaction
nerve synapse, mentally slavery
disembodied, controlled minds
sharpened tools, bloddy knives
electric chips, machines controlled 
boy to your masters, your minds not yours

Dead-end eyes, stainless heart, digital mind
your bodys not yours
your minds not yours
your thoughts not yours
your wills not yours 

elastic manipulated, mass produce
pre-consumer, post refuse
encrypted placed, within activated
run your course, psychological malfunction
we all break down, we all stop

as the line between machinery and humanity blurs