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it's all been

said and done before, and the populace is bored to death with the ageless and timeless packaged and re-packaged in the latest colors and passed on again and again and again. Yet each new horde of newbies with eyes bright keep doing it again and again with hopes anew.
So, as the wheel turns, it's my turn now, don't go away

today's special

Fight Club rules

1. You don't talk about fight club.
2. You do not talk about fight club.
3. If someone says stop, goes limp, even if he's just faking it, the fight is over
4. Only two guys to a fight; only one fight at a time
5. They fight without shirts or shoes.
6. The fights go on as long as they have to.
7. If this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.

I used to get these printed often off the office laser printer. Times New Roman font. Sometimes quotes from American Beauty. Put together, these would take me to a cold dark place which was, oddly, soothing during a long slide which was taking too long to end. Is taking too long to end as the walls keep closing in.

William Gibson's stories resonate comfortingly with the sterile office interiors of grey and blue color and emotion. An invitation to lose yourself in the ton of circuitry and the near-infinte stretches of fiber optic that make up his world. To become a sentient being manifest in silicon rather than carbon. Electrons instead of blood.
Like Agent Smith in the matrix. Why is the Smith way of being so tempting, why does it's gaze pull me in so easily ?

The Space Monkeys wear only black, and have shaved heads. I am short-cropped and have been wearing black for the last few days. Doesn't make me one though. The programming being done in the movie was to the tune of that we're all decaying organic matter and not unique snowflakes.
"You're not the all singing all dancing crap of the world." You will not single-handedly take the world to salvation. Nicely takes the edge of any sunny instances you've come to rely on .

For some reason, I'm picking fights with everyone the last coupla days ..... the dominant emotions are black and grey and green with splashes of red - there is no one to talk to - everyone's too busy or talking already - it's almost a full circle since that time long ago - only this time seems more permanent- this must be the final descent - I'm going over to the dark side

or maybe not

Reality has to be husbanded. But beauty ?

corners

dawn over a tarred horizon