I tore something's face off. Because it lied to me. I'm pretty sure it did. Pretty sure. It didn't look like me and it just sort of wailed like a cow giving birth.
Anyways, I did that. And all I saw was the truth from my angle. And I fed that to my babies.
What I probably should have done is just imagined it without one. I guess all I'd see is a boring heart anyway. But oh well, what's done is done, and there are too many bones now not to stop doing it.
I am not sure about telling this particular story. It makes me seem pretty heartless, or it would do, if I had the brains to organise my emotions into some tangible system. If it reflects badly on me, see above for my justification. Also I drink too much coffee.
Have a nice day. I sincerely mean that. I would like you to have a nice day. That might require some kind of time travel technology or renewable source of energy, or perhaps just a coliseum, some criminals to sacrifice and a cage full of lions.
Eclipsed.
Tuesday 30 April 2013
Saturday 20 April 2013
Madness beats things stupid.
Of course it does.
... but it has a day. One it rapes out of those it beats.
So you struggle to reach the top. Finding an order that takes advantage of the weakness in another. That's the validation of your day. No matter whether you're a mammal or a virus. Your time at the top of the food chain. And the cycle continues. I wonder what happens if you recurse over that rule for the rest of time? Especially if 'you' as defined gets lost in a dream and neglects to account for other 'yous' you're uncertain of, and possibly always will be, that you hold down or burn to reach it. And maybe one day, it'll get above you. Some intrinsic flaw in the whole paradigm, don't you think? Maybe.. maybe there's a problem that can be solved there. With intelligence and a heart. But someone else's day that can't see past itself (or that simply sees others as fuel for its own) will likely make life very difficult for something with the empathy to devote time to solving it. And if it's honest enough to learn of its own stupidity, something else that isn't might beat it stupid again.
We hold it up. Trapped inside a lie someone told, looping toward a light we'll never reach, while the system we fuel pulls toward a dream which lights it's way. A tribe, a culture, a city.
You don't need good judgment to rob a bank. Or an imagination. Just a gun. And an alibi.
I got called a spack tonight. Although maybe I didn't. Just in case it was off the public record.
... but it has a day. One it rapes out of those it beats.
So you struggle to reach the top. Finding an order that takes advantage of the weakness in another. That's the validation of your day. No matter whether you're a mammal or a virus. Your time at the top of the food chain. And the cycle continues. I wonder what happens if you recurse over that rule for the rest of time? Especially if 'you' as defined gets lost in a dream and neglects to account for other 'yous' you're uncertain of, and possibly always will be, that you hold down or burn to reach it. And maybe one day, it'll get above you. Some intrinsic flaw in the whole paradigm, don't you think? Maybe.. maybe there's a problem that can be solved there. With intelligence and a heart. But someone else's day that can't see past itself (or that simply sees others as fuel for its own) will likely make life very difficult for something with the empathy to devote time to solving it. And if it's honest enough to learn of its own stupidity, something else that isn't might beat it stupid again.
We hold it up. Trapped inside a lie someone told, looping toward a light we'll never reach, while the system we fuel pulls toward a dream which lights it's way. A tribe, a culture, a city.
You don't need good judgment to rob a bank. Or an imagination. Just a gun. And an alibi.
I got called a spack tonight. Although maybe I didn't. Just in case it was off the public record.
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