tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18213211413053094372011-11-27T15:24:13.345-08:00After much thought regarding purpose, let it be written there should be none.Pharasytenoreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821321141305309437.post-31656703876327311202009-04-07T08:28:00.000-07:002009-04-07T09:36:07.062-07:00

Lime Flavored Pop-TartsFrom: XXXXX@XXXX.COMTo: NoNotSmithI was hoping to gather a bit of your great wisdom.You have commendable tastes, the sort that I would be honored to emulate.I would like to know first how you feel about the idea of lime flavored pop tarts.-XXXXXXXXXRE: Lime Flavored Pop-TartsFrom: NoNotSmithTo: XXXXX@XXXX.COMThank you for your intrest in my opinons. I must point out that I

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Basic perversions exist dynamically and faceted across societies. As such any endeavor to explore and comment on their nature and impact works out to be no small task. The concept of perversion itself is a profoundly complex and subjective topic, its geography marked with steep precipices that put even the most wary wanderer in a precariously complex state of astonishment. It would be easy to get

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“My practicality consists in this, in the knowledge that if you beat your head against the wall it is your head which breaks and not the wall... that is my strength, my only strength.”-Antonio Gramsci“Our real discoveries come from chaos, from going to the place that looks wrong and stupid and foolish.”-Chuck PalahniukIt could be said of our time (possibly any time) that there is an obsession

Pharasytenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821321141305309437.post-69219628444362023242009-03-18T01:54:00.000-07:002009-03-19T03:43:17.791-07:00

Once again I find myself at the edge of a great insight, though I suspect this is my mind playing games with me. I am tempted to forfeit this endevor before I begin because even the contemplation of the topic exposes my own preoccupation with this particular weakness. There is a method for moving forward despite this deliema and it is rooted in two basic aspects of this writers nature: An

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CLASSIFICATION: UNKNOWNHe starts the sentence all wrong.Its impossible to explain it to someone who's never been there. Mostly they just kind of look at you funny and if they want to be cute, crinkle their nose. God I love that.But, when you talk to someone who gets it, it like bingbingbing. This light goes of off, and everyone in the room turns to look. But only for a second. They would never

Pharasytenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821321141305309437.post-71226747698005772172009-02-07T00:34:00.000-08:002009-02-06T21:34:52.074-08:00

A brief essay on KierkegaardIn it's present incarnation, faith is perhaps the easiest thing to reject. The dependence on a suspenstion of disbelief is perhaps more than any reasonable person would like to bear. From the oppisite end it can be considered unreasonable to wholly reject faith based upon popular dogma. The paradox here is whether one must adopt dogma in order to have faith, in which

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Tripping on closed rhythms"How strange it is to be anything at all."-HijackedJust imagine that time couldmove in three dimensions.What would we name them?Where in that place would wefind room to exist? Would wedrift, would our dissolvingsenses find a method forbecoming ever moreauto-diadactic, thencease to percive?Do I have to answer?******Shimmy shimmyMy desire for you comes inwaves, distant at

Pharasytenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821321141305309437.post-1264844153561622072009-01-28T02:47:00.000-08:002009-01-28T03:11:43.137-08:00

He followed the path down, back up, down again.Pacing, he thought. Well, at least I'm not standing still.And it was a good thing too. If he had been, he would have never kicked up any dust, pulled it into his dry mouth, coughed. Now his throat was clear, but water was a neccesity.He went up again.***This is a great example of something that is going nowhere.Odd that I should put it on display.Odd

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“The mind is the result of the torments the flesh undergoes or inflicts upon itself.”-EM CioranIt has become a custom for me to simultaneously contradict and defend the words of Nietzsche and Cioran. On one hand their Nihilism touches home, on the other I am left wanting an optimistic angle. These two characters provide neither comfort nor the necessary illusion that fathers it. In a sense what

Pharasytenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821321141305309437.post-66818618225719114202009-01-24T19:57:00.000-08:002009-01-24T20:01:42.707-08:00

There is a heavy hallucinogenic twist inherit in modern life.What I mean to get at is that as a society we tend to alternate between an oblivious walk about through the years and periods of hyper observation. Either way, we do ourselves a disservice. For instance, the past eight years in the country have been marked by one thing, a refusal to acknowledge that our professed values and standards

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Chasing Drum BeatsThey fired their machine guns theyDropped 500lb bombs. All this againsta paper mache town, in a water colorLand.Yesterday, the two parties met todeclare truce. Instead the bobbedaround the questions, found a lessdisturbing method of denying eachother's culpability.Around lunchtime, as schedualed theycommence blaming everybody elseThey retured to their machine gunsand500lbBombs**

Pharasytenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821321141305309437.post-80278150757903260112009-01-22T13:00:00.000-08:002009-01-22T18:11:02.461-08:00

Often I talk about 'Junk Philosophy'. This is my term for spacey rambling and accidental insight, the two things I am most talented at. It's the law of averages that drives this. If I run my mouth long enough, something worthwhile is bound to come out.I dedicate Synapse Soufflé to this notion.When I write the tangible becomes irrelevant, lost to distractions, transient decoys sent to throw even

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