today's special
Fight Club rules
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 ?
- You don't talk about fight club.
- You do not talk about fight club.
- If someone says stop, goes limp, even if he's just faking it, the fight is over
- Only two guys to a fight; only one fight at a time
- They fight without shirts or shoes.
- The fights go on as long as they have to.
- If this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.
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 ?
posted by yesbob at Thursday, January 04, 2007
6 Comments:
The wall-
S&G's hazy shade of winter, t.s. eliot's prufrock, a pic of audrey hepburn in breakfast at tiffany's, the lyrics to moonriver...
"from morning to night I stayed out of sight
did'nt recognise I'd become
No more than alive I'd barely survive
In a word...overrun"
do I know you ink ?
nope.
not that i know of.
traced you through kraz
a.k.a ink
do you know me?
after all, what is to know..
*pensive philosphical inquiry to be pursued at later state. or maybe not*
There's only one thing which is stopping you to talk to other people - you. I'll share an experience with you, because somewhere deep down I am also going through the same dark-thing-with-splashes-of-red feeling.
For me the last year had been full of operations and physical ailments. I broke up with my three year old gf on a bad note and just two weeks back, my engagement got broken with a girl I came very close to. First the painful operations, the wounds took its own sweet time to heal, then the breakup with my girl friend after a whooping three years of ups and downs and now a broken engagement after I was deep down upto my neck in the relationship.
Do you think your agony comes even wee bit close to mine? I am not only feeling lonely as you are now, but also lots of other gory, dark thoughts are crossing my mind.
I am not ranting about my miseries, but one thing which I have learnt till now, from my experience is, there's is always something good waiting to happen. Life is like a sine curve, you go down today, you come up tomorrow. Change would happen. So keep faith, lift your spirits, get a beer and say on top of your voice "damn it, I am not gonna sit here and see myself crumbling". All the best.
- Yossarian.
Whassup bob? Where are you these days?
-saand
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