May 2013
55 posts
Panoply of coincidence
I’ve tried to be retrospect about the flies and vinegar and brambles useless ones of nature but I never liked it is always been some itchy scratch, the fucking rubbish woods and poison and destruction all of them coming into my face and making me walk less
Less SF
The thing is there are galaxies there are planets there are systems of solar excellence do you have never been to in your red rockets you have never seen through the glass of your canopies built out of metal and Perspex you have never seen any of them all you can see in your faster than light drive is the grey of hyperspace
Science fiction red rockets
I am very happy that I am some kind of intelligence that lives on the asteroid belt there is no way that you already got it ever going to come towards me but if they do then I will find you and I will inhabit your mind I will make you mine I will make you think that everything you ever thought was something that you should have thought for me and then he will go back to your red rocket launch site...
Poem through voice recognition
I tried to be better I tried to find a way that could be better I try to find the thing that could be better but I couldn’t because I’m a can’t because I’m a fucking idiot because I have no idea what contemplate unconsidered and that should be a good thing that I suspect
Clearly this is transcripted from some kind of focal thing that I am saying right now clear this is transcripted for something I should say right now clearly you can’t keep up with this clearly you can’t clearly you can’t clearly wish you could clean car
Let me tell you a story that some people sometime ago
Tell you a story about something that you haven’t probably thought about
Terry was a soldier many tarrying while as soldier with guns under armour on his face in his arm
They’re nearly here is built some hiring decision where his armour was made from larva where he was just very much more better araban all of those people who...
Trying out this thing that I could possibly say. This piano but I have heard that plays every time plays all the time plays in my head and in my heart that’s why dials that’s what it is
Then it gets into the thing I’m trying to say. The thing that I’m trying to tell you this thing I’m trying to say to you to think that I’m trying to
Very clear that the...
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Piss poor attempt at connection
I count my self as a nice man.
I don’t count myself as a taxed man.
I count myself as a bean counter,
I don’t count myself as a counter culture
I’m recognisably well dressed
In polyester suit and nylon tie
And I have a series of forms to fill in
I’m your IRS
The thigh John need tv brewing
It’s arrived here, the round trio genetic informal matter. The pleasant redoubts of home. Where are times that we have formed, have not stopped have-nots: any spots have somehow been any more than we wanted to be that they have gone
Jesus Christ, Silicon Valley!
jesuschristsiliconvalley:
You’ve probably heard the news. No, you’ve definitely heard the news, because it’s Monday and you’ve been reading tech blogs all day, slowly burning your investors’ money. “Keeping tabs on the industry,” of course.
Anyway. I’m proud and elated and effervescent (and really fucking loaded) today after having been acquired by Yahoo!
Goddamn, what a moment for me.
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As I got older
I thought I’d get warmer, tweedier and more pipe smoking
(As I’m never giving up nicotine)
And maybe I’d swap cigarettes for pipe tobacco, t shirts for tweed, and cosy reminiscence for love
Instead I’m a white haired hatred nucleus, a bitter kernel of intense betrayal
A tall man made smaller by little syrupy, plausible stories, that turn out to be
Worse and evil,...
Men need women
We just do
Without women we drink too much
Fart too much
And pile up detritus to nest in
We grow beards and eyebrows in such equal measure they can intertwine and make our faces maps of neglected gardens
Men need women
You are evil
If you lie, if you are sly
If you got what you wanted through machinations
If you think the process of getting what you want
Is made out of deceit and endless fucking lying
Then you, you
You are a fucking evil cunt
Invariant flow
There are some constants in the vicious cycles of your life,
That are constant, that are sanctified by even atheist endeavour
And these are these things
Hold your boy in your hand when he’s born
Each one, each little contraption of biology
Each tiny fucking excellence you had it in your bollocks to produce
And then they grow up too quickly in stop motion photographs you remember...
Google wave goodbye: another casualty in the great...
Google Wave was difficult to explain.
That’s trite in nut form. However, the kernel is this: if an idea is difficult to explain there’s no lightbulb moment to be had.
Presented with an interface that looked like hard work, coupled with a fairly tired live updating feature which just displayed backspacing and typos in action, rather than information (like watching subtitles written live for...
Very dense
The very density of the things that I have two say I’m not quite what I want to say something that I’m trying to say how to do with mathematics something to do with quantum physics some of them are now totally abstracts
All of them to do with powertrain and the indecision of how you can find a way to make things that you says scan how you can say things that make poetry out of every...
Optional title fucking rubbish
If you have very many people trying to say things to you. That don’t matter at all to anything that you think about sometimes there are deserts sometimes there are things that you can feel sometimes there are things that you say to yourself that I’ll do it sometimes there are things that make your heart break the fact that you are
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Novelty island
Paragraph end by sequential pickets
Douche definitions
“Wearer of another person’s underpants”
Or similar. Meaning someone who takes the opinion of someone else without thinking about it, in order to gain the same credibility as the originator.
I am determined
To say everything that I have said to say everything that I could say to say things that I shouldn’t say to say that I have met many people that I don’t like to say that all of them was somehow lacking in spirit or imagination to say somehow they will
But also I have found that they all like things that I like and therefore they are probably good they are probably better they are...
Indeterminate vinegar of admitting fault
There’s this time continually I’ve apologised for something I should not have said.
Amid even the butter gale of somewhat lessened recompense
I now equally realise the thing I should Have said was something that meant something else I wish I had thought of something better to say I wish I had thought of some kind of Russian vocabulary that meant I could have got out of this right...
I woke up
With a splitting headache and Ginger shouting. The train had stopped and it was time to go. Ginger had this big smile on his face, standing at the open door with Mocz and the vodka hag.
“One last drink, before we go! Come on!” and he pointed at the party man. “You first comrade, come here and get a shining courage, come with your gun and drink up.”
The party man...
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On the land train.
We’re taking the land train from the border town to Shithaus (dark grey government town of Svaltwoond). There’s no trains or motorways: the spring thaws and unstable geometry of the glaciers don’t allow the luxury of rail or road; so instead we’re travelling in an articulated convoy of wide cabins on wheels, pulled by a converted tank. I say converted,...
Now art is
Fucking rubbish promulgated by dilettante cunts
Finding ways to be up unemployed
Little vinegar spooked by ridiculous contents
Of complex ideas
Best said better by all the open source ruby scripters
With self esteem issuing from their mouths
The thing is
When you leave the heavy industrial loyalty of metal and concrete left behind
The team built out Munich air disasters and gone manipulating boycott
My personal fiefdom compiles premier photocopying
Of sportsmanlike in public personal defects
And I'm back in the room
In search of subject I can have a thrilling perspective on.