patterns and form (vision pt. I)

everything we do is just patterns within patterns within... much as if fractals reveal the entire meaning of life, everything being looped within and without, cycles and connections, but not just how drunk it feels, but in all things form are an attempt, a desire to bring form out of nothing, or rather, the abstract, that which is no longer once it is grasped, that which always just exceeds your ability to grasp, and that is what makes it, attempting to write it out as if nobody ever tried is pointless... not just because its been done time and again, but because grasping what you were reaching for makes it no longer what you were grasping for, so bringing it into form defies... and again with paths already walked, and analogies already used... and everything is entirely pattern. not as if it were pointless to try, but it IS pointless to try to bring form.


just be.

not even that.

-B

everyone's a hippo, some of us should quit

we should be impressed with ourselves: there is now so much on the internet, that no single person can see everything currently available. at the rate that I'm sure it's expanding (except for those slow-moving neighborhoods in the Upper East Side), we're probably not far from exploding the internet from overuse.

we should be worried about this possibility. thus, I propose finding a fine, upstanding young politician from Bermuda (so they will be taken seriously) to address the world about the dire situation we are in. the internet, a clumsy invention from the 1930's (remember steam engines?) is in urgent need of repair and reinforcement, as nobody ever imagined this road would be so heavily traveled. time to repave!* the potholes, so to speak, have gotten so deep that I'm surprised any of us have tires left.

this only means we are running out of rubber and shiny-spinny hubcaps out of all the mitigation we're doing just to endure the internet in its current condition. an entire black market has probably popped up just to answer this growing demand that our governments and grandmothers aren't meeting. anti-virus software is the new party drug! the situation truly is worsening; next thing you know, we'll need thigh-high boots from the Disco era just to wade through all the fizzling internets.

and at that point, maybe I won't be so concerned about my inability to read all of the internet. without character development (and we know that virus-ridden internets can't be redeveloped), what's the point of reading?

~B

*then maybe I won't keep running into doggie salons that keep trying to wash my nonexistent dog. my screen is waterlogged.

bloodsport initiation

I hate to break the news to you, but it turns out that death and generalizations have struck faster and harder than expected, resulting in an intellectual leak that may not soon see the services of an adequate plumber. while this is likely to result in the end of the moon's orbit and a few other trivial "negative" outcomes, this also means that an outpouring of some undetermined kind may be underway.

specifically, you should probably be worried about what the cosmic viewpoints of the upcoming US elections are... considering that the US Air Force has had an operating policy for over two decades to destroy all incoming cosmic views, due to licensing and leasing arrangements that never materialized.

additionally, you may not be interested in how the downfall of the human race long since hit rock bottom, and we can only look upwards (and blindly at that) from here out. an understandable mentality, once you realize that the nose-stuck-in-the-mud syndrome is clearly the next natural progression in the evolution of the species.


the good news is that there is stuff to be said, stuff to be done, and stuff to be blown out of proportion in the most dramatic and lethargic of ways. it is my sincerest hope that all of the above are successfully achieved, as we've got a long way to go.


watch out for the butterscotch trolls, they are on the rampage.

~B