[written: unknown date]
Preface and Pretext: The fear and The Loathing.
Again we, the royal we, find ourselves in something entirely different than ever before expected. It seems that something unexpected a year ago when I started this has come about. The cracks in the persona that started this blog widened, and that which was asked for reared it's head. The fear and the loathing.
A close friend and mortal enemy once told me that I tired, and tried to say something in a voice not my own... so DITK is changing it's pace, not that it ever had one, at least not constant. Previously, the Spanish leg that is, was nothing more than a failed experiment in style. Maybe it was because I only had a loose idea of what I was trying to stylize. Maybe it was because I was looking with the wrong kind of eyes.
When started, this blog's intention was to pick up a cross that was not mine to bare, fly a standard of wild eyes behind dark glasses, and pick-up a mantle once dropped by a man under the moniker of Raul Duke.
Folly. For the life of this man was mostly fiction, and the rest was to entertain a depraved and drunken work-a-holic lunatic. Which for all intents and porpoises (purpose) I may be turning into.
[update: 10/12/09 Orlando, Fl]
Truth is a funny thing; There are two camps of truth-seekers. Those two camps are split into two alternate and polar viewpoints (hence the existence of two groups which can ever and only be polar). This argument, one that has rained hell on at least one household that I can conjure into mind's eye, holds the nature of reality itself in question. Tell me, do we live in an ever-damning Objective reality which cast judgment on all that refuse to, or are unable to see, it's intricate lattice skeleton that holds the universe in place (i.e. the entirety of human race)? Or is an infinite entropic hell-storm in which the flap of the butterfly's wings equate to a commie-killing tsunami in south-east Asia which in turn amounts to little more than jack shit and a ant crawl scroll across Channel 1069 HDMSNBC. Either way we're fucked in the long run.
The question I'm asking: can you feel yourself existing?
Preface and Pretext: The fear and The Loathing.
Again we, the royal we, find ourselves in something entirely different than ever before expected. It seems that something unexpected a year ago when I started this has come about. The cracks in the persona that started this blog widened, and that which was asked for reared it's head. The fear and the loathing.
A close friend and mortal enemy once told me that I tired, and tried to say something in a voice not my own... so DITK is changing it's pace, not that it ever had one, at least not constant. Previously, the Spanish leg that is, was nothing more than a failed experiment in style. Maybe it was because I only had a loose idea of what I was trying to stylize. Maybe it was because I was looking with the wrong kind of eyes.
When started, this blog's intention was to pick up a cross that was not mine to bare, fly a standard of wild eyes behind dark glasses, and pick-up a mantle once dropped by a man under the moniker of Raul Duke.
Folly. For the life of this man was mostly fiction, and the rest was to entertain a depraved and drunken work-a-holic lunatic. Which for all intents and porpoises (purpose) I may be turning into.
[update: 10/12/09 Orlando, Fl]
Truth is a funny thing; There are two camps of truth-seekers. Those two camps are split into two alternate and polar viewpoints (hence the existence of two groups which can ever and only be polar). This argument, one that has rained hell on at least one household that I can conjure into mind's eye, holds the nature of reality itself in question. Tell me, do we live in an ever-damning Objective reality which cast judgment on all that refuse to, or are unable to see, it's intricate lattice skeleton that holds the universe in place (i.e. the entirety of human race)? Or is an infinite entropic hell-storm in which the flap of the butterfly's wings equate to a commie-killing tsunami in south-east Asia which in turn amounts to little more than jack shit and a ant crawl scroll across Channel 1069 HDMSNBC. Either way we're fucked in the long run.
The question I'm asking: can you feel yourself existing?
2 comments:
i approve of the turn this blog has taken.
it's not taken a turn at all yet silly poster.
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