ek. it's the twenty-first century, you can put your fist in an orifice you please. was anyone really ready for this?

doh. so far, i think i am more punk than anyone i have met in life. i love my whole house. i can do anything good.

teen. i know you've got a lot on your plate.

char. panch. che. sat. at. nau. das.

gyarah and barah. exploding it out of it's original context. we're really going to die in public. i mean really really. watch us die. please come watch us die and watch us take off our clothes.

terah. lucky knee socks. you know god isn't real, right? you know you can work out and work out and work out and get swole and still be the snaggle-toothed, skinny-minny loser you were in college. unlucky knee socks. sorry my feet stink.

Sunday Mourning

Some random thoughts:

I went to a punk show and I wore my most punk clothes - to share in the spirit, ostensibly. But now I realize that the reason almost everybody there looked the same was that they all wanted to share in the spirit. They all wanted to believe. An exercise to the reader: why is this a problem?

I used to think nature was groovy wavy smooth in a way that computers could never become. Last night I decided that anything becomes digital on a small enough scale. And only now I've realized that all patterns are new and old, wave and particle, cynical and not.