AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

5/24/10

forest fires and curiosity

when did curiosity become spectating?

conversion of human experience into the commodity of human interest. that could be it. resale. well maybe its agreeing to settle for digestion of human interest instead of producing human experience. who the fuck cares. i will never stop learning.

outside of the box is another box. but outside of that box is another box. one day ill get to a space so big that i cant see where the box ends and then ill be happy. really happy.

there was a thought about a title for a collection of poems. the thought about the title was calling it hurricane in a well. sometimes i think life feels that way. everything is moving and blowing and changing but from the bottom of a well you're safe, but you never see the violence and beauty except through a tiny swatch. i think my life is a pixel. well not my life, but the view ive been reduced to. its a pixel. the difference i think is that in the well im in i extrapolate that pixel into a whole picture and it suffices to stop complacent spectate and consumption, but i know theres so much more.

would you really be impressed if you could see the whole landscape. maybe. whats the fun in creating worlds when there's nothing to compare it to. america is full of morbidly obese brains.

maybe ill try and get published again. rejection hurts every day. its like a sour vagina. but when its gone all you have is sour events. at least before you had some pussy too.



i dunno. im very not so pleased. bad wisdom teeth. no health insurance. whatever fuck it. you know what im doing? im pulling bricks out of the wall. maybe if i can somehow perform a controlled collapse of the cell i can dig my way out. lifetime movies do not reflect reality. for the record. please stop watching them and attempting to divine life lessons from bad writing. if you want life lessons just read this: life is not karmic or fair or orderly or entirely predetermined. life is probability and predation and music and chemicals and instinct and fabrication and irrationality. there. done.

go forth and live so that the person coming after you will be denied nothing by powers beyond themselves.

okay. hokey. done with that. maybe ill attempt to reconnect with dcscompton. we havent smashed our ideas together in years. i wonder whats happening in canberra australia. they didnt make the world cup did they.

my lifes on fire. that will not ever change.



///ladytron - "cracked lcd" from russia, with love.
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