Cat Food

Everybody’s mother depends on social security. Old people eating cat food. Look it up. An American’t phenomenon? Not hardly. Apartment of a old mother. Open a kitchen and it’s full of cans of cat food.

>Put this in Bela Kaan, the parents in retirement.

-tgs

Thing In The Middle

How does one determine the consequence of an unbridled, materialistic society? Does one start at the top or the bottom? It probably doesn’t matter where one starts since from either direction/side one will eventually arrive in the middle. But in the middle of what? What is the thing where this “middle” is located. A womb? The middle between spirit/soul and life/death? One (over use her, will ya) must begin with humanity–what it is that makes humanity. We must find a way to make this system (capitalism?) work. How? Progress. We must figure out why, in the current and superficial left-right debate what the core issue is. Why the left is fucked and why the right is doing the fucking. I ask for a profound re-issuing of the system. If you will, it has to be re-started, start-over, reboot, etc. The L/R debaters are doing nothing more than polarising. Unless their is sufficient means to sustain both sides the polarisation effect will cause a stand-still or chaos when one-side supersedes the other. The left offers nothing new; the right is riding in the wake of the… (inaudible).

-tommi

Na-na, nanana

Enjoy your life = End your life > rock lyrics mixing, confusing not, meaning but audit-ability.

Always love your mother because you’ll never have another. (Unlike a father.)

The Brazilian JC is 900 feet tall.

Where the universe ends? For underwater species it’s where the water ends. A certain water bug plays its own little game walking along the water’s edge. Na-na, nanana, it says to the universe.

Rant on.

Tom

OGU

More reading. More don’t read enough. Lazy. Lethargic. Practically catatonic. Such is this western life of never getting ahead. Anywho.

Some say OMG but I prefer OGU. But then again I’ve not been gifted the gift of faith. Something to consider.

Consider the impasse of a one God universe. He is all-knowing and all-powerful. He can’t go anywhere since He is already everywhere. He can’t do anything since the act of doing presupposes opposition. His universe is irrevocably thermodynamic having no friction by definition. So, He has to create friction: War, Fear, Sickness, Death…. To keep his dying show on the road. Sooner or later, “Look boss we don’t have enough energy left to fry an elderly woman in a flea bag hotel bar.” “Well, we’ll have to start faking it.” Joe looks after him sourly and mixes a bicarbonated soda. “Sure, start faking it. Sure, and leave the details to Joe.” Now look, from a real disaster you get a pig of energy: Sacrifice, Heroism, Grief, Separation, Fear and Violent Death, and remember one violent death yields more energy than a cancer ward. So, from a energy surplus you can underwrite the next one. So, from a energy surplus you can underwrite the next one. But the first one’s a fake, you can’t underwrite a shithouse! Trying to explain to God Almighty where His one God universe is going. The asshole doesn’t know what buttons to push or what happens when you push them! Abandon ship, god damn it every man for himself! Recollect Pope John XXIII saying, “Like a little soldier, I stand at attention in the presence of my captains.” The old army game from here to eternity: Get there firstest with the brownest nose.

-A One God Universe by William S. Burroughs from The Western Lands

Oh. And before I forget. Here another less valuable quote.

I have never met a woman whose beauty matched her.

(Yeah, that one’s from me.)

Tommi

Some Sins

Three characters. One hears noises or sees something, the other two do not. Audience sees/hears what one does. One things, eventually, that two and three are playing a joke since they say they do not see/hear what on/audience hears.

Radical economies. Like religion it’s time for a reformation in economics.

The day will come when junk yards will be the corporate centers of the world. Perhaps even working functioning hand-in-hand as the manufacturing produce and the junk yards recycle at the same time. Na.

How ’bout the analogy to prove to conservatives that their path of all-utility maximisation is wrong. One uses the long-winded debate about smoking. How many years did it take for America to realise that cigarettes are dangerous? Assuming that the status-quo represents the argument of the smokers and/or tobacco companies, then today the status-quo of the economy is identical. The red-state thing?

Seven Deadly Sins or the seven deadlies:

  • Pride
  • Envy
  • Gluttony
  • Lust
  • Anger
  • Greed
  • Sloth

Pride: excessive belief in ones own abilities that interferes with the individual recognition of grace of god. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as vanity.

Envy: the desire for other’s traits, status, abilities, or situation.

Gluttony: inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.

Lust: inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body.

Anger: manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness.

Sloth: the avoidance of physical or spiritual work.

Ghandi’s seven deadly sins:

  • wealth without work
  • pleasure without conscience
  • science without humanity
  • knowledge without character
  • politics without principle
  • commerce without morality
  • worship without sacrafice

To be continued?

Not sure.

Tbone

Translation Attempt

-Happy but senseless people.

-Glücklich aber verstands-loss?

Attempting translations. Too literal. Lost.

You can’t cut water. Unless…

He started taking pictures only his eyes could see.

Rant on.

Tommi

Rambo

Mir ist was neulich eingefallen. Why do people (Germans) call (have called) Bush a Rambo? Rambo has been misunderstood for too long (especially over here). John Rambo is not the aggressor. It is the rednec, tobacco chewing Oregon Police or the sheriff, that is the aggressor.