As I create my network of destructive signals,
I wonder why I choose to engage in the activities that I do.
And why it is these things, that pull me out of bordem and into my active state.
Why is my mind fashioned the way it is?
My entire life, it has done nothing but defer me from accomplishing the goals that so many other people choose to aspire to. But somehow I think this is what makes me different from them.
My parents, for a long time couldn't cope with the fact that I would constantly have a desire to learn about technology and mechanics. My friends couldn't either. But yet, I was still told for the longest time that I was 'special' and 'different'. I cannot tell you how many times I've heard the phrase 'Is capable of so much more' said, in refrence to my school grades. I never really gave them the time of day. I did just above the minimal amount of work needed to shut them the hell up. The entire time, I would constantly have my head in front of two things. A book, or a piece of technology. My room was littered with the shells of broken phones, computers, copiers, printers, stereos, wires, T.Vs and more. I've been an insomniac for the best portion of my life. And that plague lives on. Reason being, is that an important requirement for me to sleep is that I need to have quelled the need for creation. Basically, accomplish everything I wanted to in the given day. And I've never really been able to do that. I know that once I sleep, I'll loose the vigor I have toward my project. I know sleep is an enemy, that I have no way of fighting against.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Draft.
After studying psychology,
I have found...
That why there are constants to behavior, to psychokinetics, to general life and the likes, nobody really knows anything. I could monolouge to myself for hours on the shear amount of speculation that has to do with psychology. How there is a direct correlation with physiology. Or is there?
I had a final today, and I'd say a good 60% of the questions ended in 'most likely' or theory.
So basically, these scientists really have as much solid ground as modern common knowledge allows. With basic correlations between certain traits and other things.
Publish.
I have found...
That why there are constants to behavior, to psychokinetics, to general life and the likes, nobody really knows anything. I could monolouge to myself for hours on the shear amount of speculation that has to do with psychology. How there is a direct correlation with physiology. Or is there?
I had a final today, and I'd say a good 60% of the questions ended in 'most likely' or theory.
So basically, these scientists really have as much solid ground as modern common knowledge allows. With basic correlations between certain traits and other things.
Publish.
Synapse.
Suseptable to all that we can devour.
All that we can metabolize, so to speak.
Dubbed "the space in between" that allows the connections that comprise our brains.
It can also be a source of exploitation for ourselves.
In a moments notice, this gateway can hailed with a malestrom of chemicals.
And that thought you just had, is now something else.
I wish I could explain it.
All that we can metabolize, so to speak.
Dubbed "the space in between" that allows the connections that comprise our brains.
It can also be a source of exploitation for ourselves.
In a moments notice, this gateway can hailed with a malestrom of chemicals.
And that thought you just had, is now something else.
I wish I could explain it.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Social Dependance For Sanity
Something intresting that I touched upon while studing psychology.
It is not health, nor is it monitary status, not even age determines a person's ability to be happy.
It's simply their social interactions, if any.
The more social you are, and the higher quality of individuals around you (according to your own opinion, of cource.) The happier you'll be.
It's funny how they could make that distinction, and it somehow rings truth to the phrase "money doesn't bring happiness." Well, according to these studies it doesn't. And sadly, I'm forced to agree due to my own experience.
Why is it exactly that we depend on others to be happy?
Not solely, of cource since inner happiness can be attained by the simplest of acceptances.
But why do we rely so heavily on the presence of others to be tension free?
Normally, these individuals that we will place around ourselves will only cause us more dissonance rather than free us from it.
It's a question I cannot answer myself.
But food for thought isn't it?
It is not health, nor is it monitary status, not even age determines a person's ability to be happy.
It's simply their social interactions, if any.
The more social you are, and the higher quality of individuals around you (according to your own opinion, of cource.) The happier you'll be.
It's funny how they could make that distinction, and it somehow rings truth to the phrase "money doesn't bring happiness." Well, according to these studies it doesn't. And sadly, I'm forced to agree due to my own experience.
Why is it exactly that we depend on others to be happy?
Not solely, of cource since inner happiness can be attained by the simplest of acceptances.
But why do we rely so heavily on the presence of others to be tension free?
Normally, these individuals that we will place around ourselves will only cause us more dissonance rather than free us from it.
It's a question I cannot answer myself.
But food for thought isn't it?
2:01AM
2:01AM.
Almost symbolic.. this first minute of the 'true' morning passes over me sending a chill up my spine.
I sit in pure silence, or what is pure silence to me.
To anybody else, it would be the whirr of hard drives and the clicking of switches.
I reflect on my day.. pausing once in a while to bask in my overwhelming silence.
The others are asleep, or what sleep has become. An escape from the stress of being awake.
I however, do not abandon my consiousness as easily as them.
I choose to hold onto it with the force of the jaws of life itself.
Even when I do fall victim to slumber, my mind forces me into vivid hallucination.
What sleep has become to me, is a game I force myself to win because of sheer neccesity.
If I were able to abandon all of my regiment against it's attack on my awareness, and succumb to it..
I would be more lost than I am now.
2:02AM.
Time seems to slow as I stare at the seconds moving through me.
Or am I moving through them?
My mind is sadly fatigued with memories of the day that has come to pass,
And then events that have happened.
Still my fingers are compelled to click these switches.
2:03AM.
If I were to count every minute from now, until I fall.. Oh how I wish I could.
Just to know that I have beaten my demon for that long is an amazing victory.
I am enticed by the lush goddess before me.
Come with me she says. Into my world.
My better judgement tells me to ignore the goddess.
But she grows more beautiful and lustful with each passing minute.
2:04AM.
My efforts seem to weather her attempts at me for one solitary moment.
But this moment has come to pass, and another has arisen.
This one that seems even harder to brave.
My eyes grow weary of their current state.. and start to rebel against me.
When I need them most, they seem to wane in vigor.
The goddess seems evermore closer and warmer now.
I fear I am fighting a losing battle.
My thoughts seem to meld together in this fight.
And my reality churns and changes.
Blurs and becomes more virally corrupted.
With every passing second.
Good night.
2:05AM.
Almost symbolic.. this first minute of the 'true' morning passes over me sending a chill up my spine.
I sit in pure silence, or what is pure silence to me.
To anybody else, it would be the whirr of hard drives and the clicking of switches.
I reflect on my day.. pausing once in a while to bask in my overwhelming silence.
The others are asleep, or what sleep has become. An escape from the stress of being awake.
I however, do not abandon my consiousness as easily as them.
I choose to hold onto it with the force of the jaws of life itself.
Even when I do fall victim to slumber, my mind forces me into vivid hallucination.
What sleep has become to me, is a game I force myself to win because of sheer neccesity.
If I were able to abandon all of my regiment against it's attack on my awareness, and succumb to it..
I would be more lost than I am now.
2:02AM.
Time seems to slow as I stare at the seconds moving through me.
Or am I moving through them?
My mind is sadly fatigued with memories of the day that has come to pass,
And then events that have happened.
Still my fingers are compelled to click these switches.
2:03AM.
If I were to count every minute from now, until I fall.. Oh how I wish I could.
Just to know that I have beaten my demon for that long is an amazing victory.
I am enticed by the lush goddess before me.
Come with me she says. Into my world.
My better judgement tells me to ignore the goddess.
But she grows more beautiful and lustful with each passing minute.
2:04AM.
My efforts seem to weather her attempts at me for one solitary moment.
But this moment has come to pass, and another has arisen.
This one that seems even harder to brave.
My eyes grow weary of their current state.. and start to rebel against me.
When I need them most, they seem to wane in vigor.
The goddess seems evermore closer and warmer now.
I fear I am fighting a losing battle.
My thoughts seem to meld together in this fight.
And my reality churns and changes.
Blurs and becomes more virally corrupted.
With every passing second.
Good night.
2:05AM.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Guest visit.
blindspott777: heres food for thought
blindspott777: you say that life feels like a dream
blindspott777: You can look at that different ways,
blindspott777: I feel as if u intend for it to fit a literal meaning of an alterante reality type dream similar to that in the matrix.
blindspott777: but arent we all simply living a drean
blindspott777: we are all striving forwards to this dream which we have all created in our minds, all the hopes and aspiratiuons that we hope to achieve. are all just figments of our imaginations which we have fabricated. and we are always living within a dream
flippy10: True, and isn't that dream subject to the perception of our mind?
flippy10: Thats pretty much what I've been trying to say for the longest time. But I still can't put my finger on it.
flippy10: But basically, our world is really a dream. Because our minds perceive the world we live in to be a certain way.
blindspott777: true
flippy10: I mean think about it, vision is interpreted by your eyes upside-down and backwards.
flippy10: Your brain compensates for that.
flippy10: And perceives it to be a certain way.
flippy10: What if nothing is really as it looks like to you?
blindspott777: the brain simply processes sensory information and builds our entire thought process of of it
blindspott777: in essence, all we are is a continuous retrieval and storage of sensory information and how to best minipulate those senses to feel good
blindspott777: its what all human society is based off of. achieving our basic sensory needs
flippy10: Well, more specifically what our brain requires for sustinence.
flippy10: I mean basically, food, water, sex, purpose.
blindspott777: lol
blindspott777: true
blindspott777: in a nutshell
flippy10: But everything humans have created is based upon the basic goals of conquest for our minds.
flippy10: Everything can be traced back to that.
blindspott777: very true.
flippy10: lol.. It's funny I'm just noticing this now.
flippy10: If you can think about your actions in a day, and really look at what the motives behind them were...
flippy10: Like.. everything is influenced by some sort of goal of either the consious or the subconsious.
flippy10: You might not even realize it.
blindspott777: true
flippy10: But decisions you make, have some sort of intent behind them.
blindspott777: and as you said, food, water, sex, purpose
flippy10: Yep.
flippy10: Those are the basic ones.
blindspott777: WHat really interests me
blindspott777: that is hard to explain 2 u kuz uv never done shrooms b4
blindspott777: but
blindspott777: is the "hallucinations" i saw
blindspott777: Because they werent hallucinations
blindspott777: its like
blindspott777: u see the same world, but in a different way
blindspott777: its as if the eyes just perceive everything differently and everything just gets processed differently, but who's to say whats right and what's wrong? because in the end of the day, all it really is, is light reflecting off of solid matter
flippy10: Yep. You're right about that..
blindspott777: lol
flippy10: lol. Irony!
blindspott777: true that
blindspott777: haha
flippy10: It's funny, in our feble attempts to explain our world. We've come across 'scientific' explainations
flippy10: And by that, it's really just a perception of how something functions
flippy10: But it's a perception thats shared by, if not all.
flippy10: And is at the very least, as close running to the truth as possible to attain.
blindspott777: science is great because it focuses upon how everything within the world functions, It's one downfall however, is that it fails to explain WHY everything does.
flippy10: Well, it's unable to do so without straying from the truth and into philsophy.
flippy10: Which is why science and philosophy are parallel in that sense
blindspott777: true
blindspott777: I believe that the way existance works is as foillows
blindspott777: If you look at an ant, You see it scuttling towards it's ant hill carrying a crumb to feed it's queen so that she may provide for the next generations, There is a hierarchy, a system of neccesary roles which need to be fulfilled and each and every little ant is playing their part in maintaining the system in some type of a way. We see life, we see purpose and movement towards the preservation and continuation of life and so we labe lt as a living organism with a certain degree of intelligence. However, we wouyld never expect the ant to fully comprehend why it has the purpose it does, or how the entire web of life works but merely fulfill its purpose in life and die.
blindspott777: however
blindspott777: humans have a tendency to believe that we have some type of supernatural purpose which strays beyond the confines of simple biological existance. However, we are all a part of some larger system which is so much greater than us and that much like the ant in his hill, we will never be able to understand
flippy10: I think thats the winner man.
flippy10: We are graced with a higher understanding than the ant.
flippy10: However, we will never truly comprehend the web that we are tangled up in.
blindspott777: exactly
blindspott777: and so the best we can hope for is to simply live out ur purpose and attempt to savor every second of life which we are blessed with.
blindspott777: or atleast thats my conclusion
blindspott777: others can choose to see things in their own way
flippy10: I can easily agree with that. At the very least, I will enjoy my time and do as much as I possibly can.
blindspott777: yup yup yup
blindspott777: and as you know with me, leave behind a legacy in the people whom you are able to influence. Family and friends, or anyone who a part of who you are is able to become embedded within.
blindspott777: for then the person who you are, regardless of physical form, will forever live on through your beliefs and loves
flippy10: And will live within the chain of people that you've affected with your influence
blindspott777: yup.
There was alot more to the conversation, but my point (and my guest's) was displayed fluently in this part.
blindspott777: you say that life feels like a dream
blindspott777: You can look at that different ways,
blindspott777: I feel as if u intend for it to fit a literal meaning of an alterante reality type dream similar to that in the matrix.
blindspott777: but arent we all simply living a drean
blindspott777: we are all striving forwards to this dream which we have all created in our minds, all the hopes and aspiratiuons that we hope to achieve. are all just figments of our imaginations which we have fabricated. and we are always living within a dream
flippy10: True, and isn't that dream subject to the perception of our mind?
flippy10: Thats pretty much what I've been trying to say for the longest time. But I still can't put my finger on it.
flippy10: But basically, our world is really a dream. Because our minds perceive the world we live in to be a certain way.
blindspott777: true
flippy10: I mean think about it, vision is interpreted by your eyes upside-down and backwards.
flippy10: Your brain compensates for that.
flippy10: And perceives it to be a certain way.
flippy10: What if nothing is really as it looks like to you?
blindspott777: the brain simply processes sensory information and builds our entire thought process of of it
blindspott777: in essence, all we are is a continuous retrieval and storage of sensory information and how to best minipulate those senses to feel good
blindspott777: its what all human society is based off of. achieving our basic sensory needs
flippy10: Well, more specifically what our brain requires for sustinence.
flippy10: I mean basically, food, water, sex, purpose.
blindspott777: lol
blindspott777: true
blindspott777: in a nutshell
flippy10: But everything humans have created is based upon the basic goals of conquest for our minds.
flippy10: Everything can be traced back to that.
blindspott777: very true.
flippy10: lol.. It's funny I'm just noticing this now.
flippy10: If you can think about your actions in a day, and really look at what the motives behind them were...
flippy10: Like.. everything is influenced by some sort of goal of either the consious or the subconsious.
flippy10: You might not even realize it.
blindspott777: true
flippy10: But decisions you make, have some sort of intent behind them.
blindspott777: and as you said, food, water, sex, purpose
flippy10: Yep.
flippy10: Those are the basic ones.
blindspott777: WHat really interests me
blindspott777: that is hard to explain 2 u kuz uv never done shrooms b4
blindspott777: but
blindspott777: is the "hallucinations" i saw
blindspott777: Because they werent hallucinations
blindspott777: its like
blindspott777: u see the same world, but in a different way
blindspott777: its as if the eyes just perceive everything differently and everything just gets processed differently, but who's to say whats right and what's wrong? because in the end of the day, all it really is, is light reflecting off of solid matter
flippy10: Yep. You're right about that..
blindspott777: lol
flippy10: lol. Irony!
blindspott777: true that
blindspott777: haha
flippy10: It's funny, in our feble attempts to explain our world. We've come across 'scientific' explainations
flippy10: And by that, it's really just a perception of how something functions
flippy10: But it's a perception thats shared by, if not all.
flippy10: And is at the very least, as close running to the truth as possible to attain.
blindspott777: science is great because it focuses upon how everything within the world functions, It's one downfall however, is that it fails to explain WHY everything does.
flippy10: Well, it's unable to do so without straying from the truth and into philsophy.
flippy10: Which is why science and philosophy are parallel in that sense
blindspott777: true
blindspott777: I believe that the way existance works is as foillows
blindspott777: If you look at an ant, You see it scuttling towards it's ant hill carrying a crumb to feed it's queen so that she may provide for the next generations, There is a hierarchy, a system of neccesary roles which need to be fulfilled and each and every little ant is playing their part in maintaining the system in some type of a way. We see life, we see purpose and movement towards the preservation and continuation of life and so we labe lt as a living organism with a certain degree of intelligence. However, we wouyld never expect the ant to fully comprehend why it has the purpose it does, or how the entire web of life works but merely fulfill its purpose in life and die.
blindspott777: however
blindspott777: humans have a tendency to believe that we have some type of supernatural purpose which strays beyond the confines of simple biological existance. However, we are all a part of some larger system which is so much greater than us and that much like the ant in his hill, we will never be able to understand
flippy10: I think thats the winner man.
flippy10: We are graced with a higher understanding than the ant.
flippy10: However, we will never truly comprehend the web that we are tangled up in.
blindspott777: exactly
blindspott777: and so the best we can hope for is to simply live out ur purpose and attempt to savor every second of life which we are blessed with.
blindspott777: or atleast thats my conclusion
blindspott777: others can choose to see things in their own way
flippy10: I can easily agree with that. At the very least, I will enjoy my time and do as much as I possibly can.
blindspott777: yup yup yup
blindspott777: and as you know with me, leave behind a legacy in the people whom you are able to influence. Family and friends, or anyone who a part of who you are is able to become embedded within.
blindspott777: for then the person who you are, regardless of physical form, will forever live on through your beliefs and loves
flippy10: And will live within the chain of people that you've affected with your influence
blindspott777: yup.
There was alot more to the conversation, but my point (and my guest's) was displayed fluently in this part.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
I can't stop.
Posting stuff tonight.
Maybe it's the Rage Against The Machine igniting my sense of freedom, or lack thereof.
Too many people don't take the chance to cherish the times that they really can be free.
The ground beneath my feet...
Moving faster then I can even imagine...
I feel the pulse every time I leave the ground...
Gravity my biggest enemy, you will not prevail...
I will fly far above this earth, with only these blades to guide me...
I cut through the air and slice a whole in time as I defy that which has always held me down...
I lift off and it seems time stops for those few seconds as I am truly free...
See if you can catch me now, before I leave you all behind...
Slam back to earth, my bones absorb the brutal attack for defiance...
You will never win Gravity, my unruly maiden...
I will find a way to finally be really free...
Adreniline pumps as I prepare for the next bout...
My lungs burn.. Muscles ache.. But I will not stop...
I won't stop until I'm free.
"We gotta take the power back."
Maybe it's the Rage Against The Machine igniting my sense of freedom, or lack thereof.
Too many people don't take the chance to cherish the times that they really can be free.
The ground beneath my feet...
Moving faster then I can even imagine...
I feel the pulse every time I leave the ground...
Gravity my biggest enemy, you will not prevail...
I will fly far above this earth, with only these blades to guide me...
I cut through the air and slice a whole in time as I defy that which has always held me down...
I lift off and it seems time stops for those few seconds as I am truly free...
See if you can catch me now, before I leave you all behind...
Slam back to earth, my bones absorb the brutal attack for defiance...
You will never win Gravity, my unruly maiden...
I will find a way to finally be really free...
Adreniline pumps as I prepare for the next bout...
My lungs burn.. Muscles ache.. But I will not stop...
I won't stop until I'm free.
"We gotta take the power back."
Untitled.
Listen.
More then normal.
Fine.
Do what you really! like.
(I) [am] the infinite.
[In] finite form.
Take
tHe
revolvEr
from
my pockeT
RUTHlessly.
(infinite comes to an end]
Knowledge of Cummings and basic math symbols help alot with understanding this one.
More then normal.
Fine.
Do what you really! like.
(I) [am] the infinite.
[In] finite form.
Take
tHe
revolvEr
from
my pockeT
RUTHlessly.
(infinite comes to an end]
Knowledge of Cummings and basic math symbols help alot with understanding this one.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Adrenal Response.
Have you ever heard the saying...
"No man who has lived a life of simple security ever gets remembered, except as a statistic..."
Well, if you haven't before. You have now.
It really does fire some nuerons, in terms of how to live your life.
Think back to when you were a kid. Most of the time, you were completely oblivious to your surroundings. The only thing you cared about for the most part was, what was in front of you and what you could do with it. You were young enough to be programmed into being a safe responsible adult. (Now, I'm obviously excluding the outliers. Child Prodigies, Over Achievers, Criminal Minds.) [While this thought seems irrelevant. We'll revisit this later.]
Each person takes their own risks daily. They go through their day, and thousands of times will encounter danger of death or injury. Not tempting those dangers, but passing through them as lightly as possible. As Underoath so well put, It's Dangerous Bussiness Walking Out Your Front Door. And it is, more then some people realize. Chance, probability and all of the realtion to those. They are all based on the choices you make. You can put yourself in the higher probability table for accident and death with a simple solitary action.
As a child, you weren't aware of such things. You lived and you played. Life was bliss, mostly based on your ignorance or innocence. Which ever you prefer to call it. Death was all around you, but you were more then happy to stare it in the face. Even if it was invisible, you did it.
Adults have this fear of death that is scary. They are fully aware of it, have probably watched it take action more then enough times during their lifetime to be afraid of it. To lose that which is most valuble, to most people at least.
So what do you call it when adults deliberately put themselves at risk of death?
The ones that stare death in the face, with intelligent minds and awareness are the ones that come out alive and well. The other ones, the remainder who do not tempt death. Or choose to face it stupidly and without sense. Are the ones that die with less feeling.
It is said that people who tempt death are stupid.
I supremely disagree. Those people are most alive, because they are at their peak.
They are no longer innocent, and still face it with utmost consideration.
As a child I tempted death more times then I can remember. Both innocently and not.
As I live on and grow older. I tempt death with even more care, but at the same time more probability on the opposite side.
Call me whatever you want.
They say that luck will always catch up to you.
Well I guess it's better not to rely on that huh.
"No man who has lived a life of simple security ever gets remembered, except as a statistic..."
Well, if you haven't before. You have now.
It really does fire some nuerons, in terms of how to live your life.
Think back to when you were a kid. Most of the time, you were completely oblivious to your surroundings. The only thing you cared about for the most part was, what was in front of you and what you could do with it. You were young enough to be programmed into being a safe responsible adult. (Now, I'm obviously excluding the outliers. Child Prodigies, Over Achievers, Criminal Minds.) [While this thought seems irrelevant. We'll revisit this later.]
Each person takes their own risks daily. They go through their day, and thousands of times will encounter danger of death or injury. Not tempting those dangers, but passing through them as lightly as possible. As Underoath so well put, It's Dangerous Bussiness Walking Out Your Front Door. And it is, more then some people realize. Chance, probability and all of the realtion to those. They are all based on the choices you make. You can put yourself in the higher probability table for accident and death with a simple solitary action.
As a child, you weren't aware of such things. You lived and you played. Life was bliss, mostly based on your ignorance or innocence. Which ever you prefer to call it. Death was all around you, but you were more then happy to stare it in the face. Even if it was invisible, you did it.
Adults have this fear of death that is scary. They are fully aware of it, have probably watched it take action more then enough times during their lifetime to be afraid of it. To lose that which is most valuble, to most people at least.
So what do you call it when adults deliberately put themselves at risk of death?
The ones that stare death in the face, with intelligent minds and awareness are the ones that come out alive and well. The other ones, the remainder who do not tempt death. Or choose to face it stupidly and without sense. Are the ones that die with less feeling.
It is said that people who tempt death are stupid.
I supremely disagree. Those people are most alive, because they are at their peak.
They are no longer innocent, and still face it with utmost consideration.
As a child I tempted death more times then I can remember. Both innocently and not.
As I live on and grow older. I tempt death with even more care, but at the same time more probability on the opposite side.
Call me whatever you want.
They say that luck will always catch up to you.
Well I guess it's better not to rely on that huh.
It's Been A While..
It's been a while since I've visited these pages.
Though somehow even though I'm No One in truth, I feel like I've established an indentity for myself here. Obviously, hiding in between the lines. Even though I know it's not fame there, but more subtle truth of the underexamined mind.
Anyway.
Have you ever thought to yourself, laying awake in your bed at night...
I wonder if anybody else is thinking the same thoughts that I am right now.
I wonder, truly wonder if their brain itches as much as mine does in the same places.
Ever think for a second if your problem is really a systemic problem that branches off of just being human.
And that everbody else can overcome that problem except for you.
Have you ever really thought about the system, itself. The system of comparison that we use to find the smarter people more deserving of higher jobs and apprehensible behavior.
Have you even once looked at yourself in the mirror and really wondered what the hell is going on behind those eyes?
I know I certainly have.
The only downside is that I never had an answer for myself. Or at least to the untrained eye it seemed like everyone else was feeling completely numb. Just kind of going through life, not really wondering about anything at all. At least not until recently. After more thought, I realize that if everyone's thoughts could flow through my brain for a second it would be more overloaded then a power grid during the summer months.
For a while I didn't beleive that age brought wisdom and responsibility. And yet somehow I'm starting to change my mind about that. More recently I've felt motivated to do things to further my life. Even small things, but enough to show even just myself that I'm not really as fucked up as I think I am.
Though, Purpose is still quite an illusion.
Though somehow even though I'm No One in truth, I feel like I've established an indentity for myself here. Obviously, hiding in between the lines. Even though I know it's not fame there, but more subtle truth of the underexamined mind.
Anyway.
Have you ever thought to yourself, laying awake in your bed at night...
I wonder if anybody else is thinking the same thoughts that I am right now.
I wonder, truly wonder if their brain itches as much as mine does in the same places.
Ever think for a second if your problem is really a systemic problem that branches off of just being human.
And that everbody else can overcome that problem except for you.
Have you ever really thought about the system, itself. The system of comparison that we use to find the smarter people more deserving of higher jobs and apprehensible behavior.
Have you even once looked at yourself in the mirror and really wondered what the hell is going on behind those eyes?
I know I certainly have.
The only downside is that I never had an answer for myself. Or at least to the untrained eye it seemed like everyone else was feeling completely numb. Just kind of going through life, not really wondering about anything at all. At least not until recently. After more thought, I realize that if everyone's thoughts could flow through my brain for a second it would be more overloaded then a power grid during the summer months.
For a while I didn't beleive that age brought wisdom and responsibility. And yet somehow I'm starting to change my mind about that. More recently I've felt motivated to do things to further my life. Even small things, but enough to show even just myself that I'm not really as fucked up as I think I am.
Though, Purpose is still quite an illusion.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Random.
Sometimes I feel like I'm trying to wake up from a dream.
Even though I'm already awake.
Sometimes I feel like I'm on the outside of my own thoughts.
Even though I'm still here inside.
I think I kind of lost myself again. In this insane game called life.
Addiction? Mental dependancy?
It's funny I could be such a hypocrite.
It's funny how I analyze people with utmost scrutiny.
Yet I can't face the same dilemmas that eat away at my own mind.
And still I sit here, trapped in this mind. With nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.
I try to think back to when it first started. But it's true, my memory fails me once again.
Trapped in the now.
I can't escape my own head, as much as I'd like to.
Just sleep, for once. Relax my mind.
Impossible. Gripped in the tight claws of insomnia.
My thoughts rage on. And on.
They always told me these pictures we're a curse.
I never beleived them until now.
The self-fufilling prophecy of insanity.
Oh I'd pray to be normal. If I knew what that was.
Not that anybody does.
I'd pray for death, if I truly thought that was the answer.
I'd pray at all, if I thought it had purpose.
But nothing can save me from the ravaging machines that are my thoughts.
It's like this massive attack.
Nothing you can do to defend or evade.
Just sit there, in the spinning cycles.
Why won't my blood just stop flowing for alittle while.
And let this brain of mine die alittle.
At least enough for me to breathe.
And enjoy the time in between.
I guess my innocence truly is gone.
If it ever existed, in the world.
This world perverted by correct thinking and evaluation.
Or maybe it's the opposite.
I guess I'll never truly know.
and I have to accept my weakness for what it is.
Never.
Even though I'm already awake.
Sometimes I feel like I'm on the outside of my own thoughts.
Even though I'm still here inside.
I think I kind of lost myself again. In this insane game called life.
Addiction? Mental dependancy?
It's funny I could be such a hypocrite.
It's funny how I analyze people with utmost scrutiny.
Yet I can't face the same dilemmas that eat away at my own mind.
And still I sit here, trapped in this mind. With nothing but my thoughts to keep me company.
I try to think back to when it first started. But it's true, my memory fails me once again.
Trapped in the now.
I can't escape my own head, as much as I'd like to.
Just sleep, for once. Relax my mind.
Impossible. Gripped in the tight claws of insomnia.
My thoughts rage on. And on.
They always told me these pictures we're a curse.
I never beleived them until now.
The self-fufilling prophecy of insanity.
Oh I'd pray to be normal. If I knew what that was.
Not that anybody does.
I'd pray for death, if I truly thought that was the answer.
I'd pray at all, if I thought it had purpose.
But nothing can save me from the ravaging machines that are my thoughts.
It's like this massive attack.
Nothing you can do to defend or evade.
Just sit there, in the spinning cycles.
Why won't my blood just stop flowing for alittle while.
And let this brain of mine die alittle.
At least enough for me to breathe.
And enjoy the time in between.
I guess my innocence truly is gone.
If it ever existed, in the world.
This world perverted by correct thinking and evaluation.
Or maybe it's the opposite.
I guess I'll never truly know.
and I have to accept my weakness for what it is.
Never.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Psychological Romantics.
Imagine.
Think about your day. If only for a minute.
Think about all of your actions, all of the things you saw, read, and did.
Imagine that most of your thoughts in that day, are the product of different parts of your brain. Reacting in different ways. Some parts regulating what your attention should be fixed upon, others regulating where your thoughts are stored. If at all.
Now think about who you truly are.
The fabric that makes you, you. If you despise of censorship.
Or if you embrace it. If you feel that the fabric that made you, you; is the product of some machine of produced and displayed information. Or if as I stated previously, each person is a result of the functioning processes of their brain. And not what is inputted into it.
Ask yourself this simple question.
Are you in control of your mind?
Because if your answer to this question remains to be a No.
I severely wish upon you the worst kind of pain.
Only because, you should be in control of your thoughts as far as day to day basis goes. I'm not talking about extreme circumstances. Nor am I singling out those who have some psychological disorders. It is because of those extreme circumstances that I say that.
You have the power to control your thought proceses, and what you are. Alot of people take for granted the fact that for the most part they have control over their lives.
They fail to use the influence that lies at their fingertips. Slowly dying due to its unuse.
Maybe you are just a machine, being programmed daily by TV. Music. News. Government. Other People.
Or Maybe you're like me. You think for yourself, at least enough to realize this malicious truth.
If you're not the programmer, then you're the program.
I say this with apprehension for those people that are being programmed.
I fear for you, and what you'll become. I fear for the very lives of the people that rely on you, like your children and your dependents. I fear for all of those who cannot come to face life and it's horrific yet beautiful truths. I fear for those people. I fear for those who try and shield them from the truth. You're only inhibiting their growth mentally. Psychologically altering them forever.
For all of those that truly program their world daily.
I wish you the best of luck. In getting what you really want.
Though, that would be just too easy for you anyway.
At least, those who know the true tricks of the mind.
Think about your day. If only for a minute.
Think about all of your actions, all of the things you saw, read, and did.
Imagine that most of your thoughts in that day, are the product of different parts of your brain. Reacting in different ways. Some parts regulating what your attention should be fixed upon, others regulating where your thoughts are stored. If at all.
Now think about who you truly are.
The fabric that makes you, you. If you despise of censorship.
Or if you embrace it. If you feel that the fabric that made you, you; is the product of some machine of produced and displayed information. Or if as I stated previously, each person is a result of the functioning processes of their brain. And not what is inputted into it.
Ask yourself this simple question.
Are you in control of your mind?
Because if your answer to this question remains to be a No.
I severely wish upon you the worst kind of pain.
Only because, you should be in control of your thoughts as far as day to day basis goes. I'm not talking about extreme circumstances. Nor am I singling out those who have some psychological disorders. It is because of those extreme circumstances that I say that.
You have the power to control your thought proceses, and what you are. Alot of people take for granted the fact that for the most part they have control over their lives.
They fail to use the influence that lies at their fingertips. Slowly dying due to its unuse.
Maybe you are just a machine, being programmed daily by TV. Music. News. Government. Other People.
Or Maybe you're like me. You think for yourself, at least enough to realize this malicious truth.
If you're not the programmer, then you're the program.
I say this with apprehension for those people that are being programmed.
I fear for you, and what you'll become. I fear for the very lives of the people that rely on you, like your children and your dependents. I fear for all of those who cannot come to face life and it's horrific yet beautiful truths. I fear for those people. I fear for those who try and shield them from the truth. You're only inhibiting their growth mentally. Psychologically altering them forever.
For all of those that truly program their world daily.
I wish you the best of luck. In getting what you really want.
Though, that would be just too easy for you anyway.
At least, those who know the true tricks of the mind.
Everbody wants something different.
Everbody wants something different.
The irritating five year old wants a damn ice cream cone.
The sixty year old wants the fruit of their youth back.
The teenager wants somebody to understand them, even though it's them not understanding themselves thats the problem.
The mother wants her kids to stop fighting.
The sister wants her dolly back.
The brother wants vengance.
The actor wants fame.
The lonely wife wants attention from anywhere she can get it.
The bussiness man wants to be at the carefree top.
The poor man wants money.
The rich man wants stability.
The drunk wants more booze.
The smoker wants their smoke.
The nympho wants their sex.
The attention whore wants.. well. Need I really explain this one?
Everybody wants something.
Some sort of vice, action, provision or reward.
Some people say they need them. I couldn't really tell you if that was true.
However, this just proves just how teetering on the edge we really are. Because all of these people can find solutions; can in some way or another find a way to live without their wants.
Yet no one ever does.
They all just sit and surrender all intelligence to have their life maintain it's original state.
You know what I want?
No no.
What I need.
I need for everyone to shut up for a second.
Just one second, the world would be silent.
And in this sweet surrender I shall bask, because this one second would be my nirvana.
No complaints.
No gripes.
No problems.
Silence.
And everone's problems would be solved.
Because they'd finally have time to think.
Before they speak or act.
Enjoy the silence. If only for a second. It's my only escape.
The irritating five year old wants a damn ice cream cone.
The sixty year old wants the fruit of their youth back.
The teenager wants somebody to understand them, even though it's them not understanding themselves thats the problem.
The mother wants her kids to stop fighting.
The sister wants her dolly back.
The brother wants vengance.
The actor wants fame.
The lonely wife wants attention from anywhere she can get it.
The bussiness man wants to be at the carefree top.
The poor man wants money.
The rich man wants stability.
The drunk wants more booze.
The smoker wants their smoke.
The nympho wants their sex.
The attention whore wants.. well. Need I really explain this one?
Everybody wants something.
Some sort of vice, action, provision or reward.
Some people say they need them. I couldn't really tell you if that was true.
However, this just proves just how teetering on the edge we really are. Because all of these people can find solutions; can in some way or another find a way to live without their wants.
Yet no one ever does.
They all just sit and surrender all intelligence to have their life maintain it's original state.
You know what I want?
No no.
What I need.
I need for everyone to shut up for a second.
Just one second, the world would be silent.
And in this sweet surrender I shall bask, because this one second would be my nirvana.
No complaints.
No gripes.
No problems.
Silence.
And everone's problems would be solved.
Because they'd finally have time to think.
Before they speak or act.
Enjoy the silence. If only for a second. It's my only escape.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Dear Die-ary... (Drugs)
If you read my title, and understood. Then you're awesome.
Moving on.
Drugs.
The word itself is taboo before the eyes of the nation. But is there, right underneath the coating.
If I may touch on the drug market for a second here. Each year, I've seen a different set of commercials on TV. I could watch higher trafficked local channels or even ones like Nick At Night and see drug commercials. The commercials for the sleep aids and sexual enhancements. Or how about the ones they don't advertise like the others. Ritalin for example.
You do realize, that most people today are suffering from severe insomnia. Their everyday lives have driven them over the edge of peacefulness, and their brains continue to run long into the night. I know, simply because I am one. Say La vi. The past 5 commercials for drugs I've seen have been for 3 different sleep-aid medications. Sleep peacefully. Awake fully functional, and ready to go. I guess Nyquil just doesn't do it for people anymore.
Several years ago, it was Viagra. The hottest drug, (And still remains to be, massively selling) on the market at the time. Why? Well because it plays upon the fear of most men, mainly American. The ability to sexually perform not just for a long time, but with vigor! Something that, according to my older friends you lose. And of course, if you can't perform your woman will find someone who will. More and more people have come to rely on this market for their sex.
Just like more and more people will begin to rely on these prescriptions to sleep.
Think about all of those things you feel, every emotion in your brain and how stressful and tiring they get. How they eat away at your thoughts, and affect your performance daily. What if they could all go away, and you could have the stability you've always wanted? Who could resist something like that. More and more people will begin to rely on these prescriptions to live.
Business men will pop a Ritalin and a Valium to go into work.
Work efficiently and even all day long.
Come home, eat.
Pop a sleep-aid and good night until tomorrow.
Simple. Easy. Effective.
It generates money at the top, a happy thriving company all together. Everybody wins.
Too bad the world isn't as perfect as that. Or maybe it will be someday?
Getting high might just be the way to make it through your day. I know some people already practice this. And seem to be living happy, fulfilled lives. Too bad nothing is as perfect as that.
Illegal drugs, Where do I begin.
Illegal drugs are exploitable. Inexpensive. And totally unfair. Right?
Drug dealers hold the addiction card in their hand. Once they establish a customer, its as simple as a contract. That customer will come back. Again and again.
They give the person what they want, good times today, stupid ones tomorrow.
But it is that good time that will make the person come back for more.
Physical addiction aside, there is a mental addiction to everything. Everything from Pencil chewing to computer usage. And it is for this reason that the drug dealers are prosecuted.
They are using something that is an unfair advantage. Do you really believe that Pharmaceutical companies aren't holding that card? These are just sponsored drug dealers. Literally, by definition. Do they serve an important purpose for day to day life? Of Cource. I do not doubt that they save lives daily. But they are also hooking their client base for the next 20 years at the same time.
It's becoming more and more difficult for me to distinguish deviants and exploitation in this day and age. There is a double edged sword in everything. The real trouble is protecting yourself from the blade facing your way.
It doesn't matter what you're selling.
Washing machines.
Drugs.
Blowjobs.
As long as you don't fail, they'll keep coming back for more.
People will always come back for more if they know you have what they want.
They'll pay the price you want.
They'll be as vulnerable as a newborn.
They'll be as oblivious as you make them
Insert Fame Here, In between these lines.
Next Episode: Procrastination
Moving on.
Drugs.
The word itself is taboo before the eyes of the nation. But is there, right underneath the coating.
If I may touch on the drug market for a second here. Each year, I've seen a different set of commercials on TV. I could watch higher trafficked local channels or even ones like Nick At Night and see drug commercials. The commercials for the sleep aids and sexual enhancements. Or how about the ones they don't advertise like the others. Ritalin for example.
You do realize, that most people today are suffering from severe insomnia. Their everyday lives have driven them over the edge of peacefulness, and their brains continue to run long into the night. I know, simply because I am one. Say La vi. The past 5 commercials for drugs I've seen have been for 3 different sleep-aid medications. Sleep peacefully. Awake fully functional, and ready to go. I guess Nyquil just doesn't do it for people anymore.
Several years ago, it was Viagra. The hottest drug, (And still remains to be, massively selling) on the market at the time. Why? Well because it plays upon the fear of most men, mainly American. The ability to sexually perform not just for a long time, but with vigor! Something that, according to my older friends you lose. And of course, if you can't perform your woman will find someone who will. More and more people have come to rely on this market for their sex.
Just like more and more people will begin to rely on these prescriptions to sleep.
Think about all of those things you feel, every emotion in your brain and how stressful and tiring they get. How they eat away at your thoughts, and affect your performance daily. What if they could all go away, and you could have the stability you've always wanted? Who could resist something like that. More and more people will begin to rely on these prescriptions to live.
Business men will pop a Ritalin and a Valium to go into work.
Work efficiently and even all day long.
Come home, eat.
Pop a sleep-aid and good night until tomorrow.
Simple. Easy. Effective.
It generates money at the top, a happy thriving company all together. Everybody wins.
Too bad the world isn't as perfect as that. Or maybe it will be someday?
Getting high might just be the way to make it through your day. I know some people already practice this. And seem to be living happy, fulfilled lives. Too bad nothing is as perfect as that.
Illegal drugs, Where do I begin.
Illegal drugs are exploitable. Inexpensive. And totally unfair. Right?
Drug dealers hold the addiction card in their hand. Once they establish a customer, its as simple as a contract. That customer will come back. Again and again.
They give the person what they want, good times today, stupid ones tomorrow.
But it is that good time that will make the person come back for more.
Physical addiction aside, there is a mental addiction to everything. Everything from Pencil chewing to computer usage. And it is for this reason that the drug dealers are prosecuted.
They are using something that is an unfair advantage. Do you really believe that Pharmaceutical companies aren't holding that card? These are just sponsored drug dealers. Literally, by definition. Do they serve an important purpose for day to day life? Of Cource. I do not doubt that they save lives daily. But they are also hooking their client base for the next 20 years at the same time.
It's becoming more and more difficult for me to distinguish deviants and exploitation in this day and age. There is a double edged sword in everything. The real trouble is protecting yourself from the blade facing your way.
It doesn't matter what you're selling.
Washing machines.
Drugs.
Blowjobs.
As long as you don't fail, they'll keep coming back for more.
People will always come back for more if they know you have what they want.
They'll pay the price you want.
They'll be as vulnerable as a newborn.
They'll be as oblivious as you make them
Insert Fame Here, In between these lines.
Next Episode: Procrastination
Monday, January 15, 2007
Intelligence And It's Dimensions.
Intelligence.
I could stare at this word for hours on end, and still not have an adequate definition.
If I may quote the web definition.. "the ability to comprehend; to understand and profit from experience." I beg to ask the question, How are the people defined that comprehend the situation but simply strike it from their thoughts?
Now, on a side-note. This is why falling in love with someone is defined as "stupid." Simply because of the fact that it is bias against the universal definition of intelligence.
Now MSN Encarta has provided me with a nice base quote here.
"Most people have an intuitive notion of what intelligence is, and many words in the English language distinguish between different levels of intellectual skill: bright, dull, smart, stupid, clever, slow, and so on. Yet no universally accepted definition of intelligence exists, and people continue to debate what, exactly, it is. Fundamental questions remain: Is intelligence one general ability or several independent systems of abilities? Is intelligence a property of the brain, a characteristic of behavior, or a set of knowledge and skills?"
While I am just at a loss for words when attempting to define Intelligence, I do have this to say.
In its current definition, all human beings with a somewhat functional brain are intelligent. They are able to comprehend most situations they are placed in, and most of the time placate those situations. However, the ringing question still remains. If the being does not act upon its comprehension does this make them Stupid? I've got another question to ask you.
Lets say, there is a fenced in area for horses.. The horses keep breaking the fences around the area and escaping. Two levels of intelligence branch from this situation. The human owner of the Ranch is forced to put up electric fences. Level one. 3 of the 4 horses run into the fence multiple times, get electrocuted and hurt. The 3 horses never run through the fence again. Level two. The 4th horse of the group watches the other 3 run and get hurt. And it does not attempt the same feat. Level three.
Go back and read the last word I typed. Say it to yourself in your head. Visualize it.
If you doubled back and re-read my paragraph. Good work, by definition you're intelligent.
If there is a mechanic, who looks at a problem with a car and knows the solution.
That mechanic comprehends that the owner of this car probably does not understand the problem with his/her car. They could in turn charge them for unneeded work, parts and other things. Is this mechanic more intelligent than me?
If there is a Spanish speaking student, with exceptional grades that comes to America. Applies to college, and is forced to take an English SAT. They get a grade of 300 simply because they do not understand the full dynamics of the English language unlike the other people who take the test. Most of which have been hearing English all around them since birth. Does this student lack intelligence?
If you had to Dictionary.com some of the words I used.. Does that make you unintelligent?
Breast.
So then what is a universal test of intelligence?
What could we possiblity administer to a massive group of people to weed out the smarter individuals?
It is our culture to let the ones that have mastered academic studies assume the higher positions in our country. Those who scored well on their SAT. Those who were consistent and forthgoing with their work. However, do you really think these people deserve these positions? If you think of the dynamics of how they all got there, you'll understand. They mastered a certain criteria of skills, that allowed them to get to the top. Which means, they all mastered the same skills. They all have a single-fold view on situations. Which is why, it makes sense that these people are usually consistent with each other.
The true test of intelligence is not a single lane highway of test.
It is a thousand-lane highway. Each person passing fluently with the skills that they are best fitted with. I'm sure that everyone is intelligent in one way or another. (I'm giving all closed minded, weaker individuals a chance here.) Some people pass in 8 lanes. Some in 24. Some in all thousand. Too bad the world isn't ever that perfect.
Base natural intelligence extends into the lot of extreme complexity alot more then you think.
You can either be the horse that figured it out, watching as the others run into a world of pain.
You can be the horse that follows the so-called intelligent blindly.
Or, You can be the one that looks at the electrical box and sees the source of it all.
Horses are usually lacking in the brain usage department.
But then there are the intelligent ones who have done exactly what I've said.
Humans are usually lacking in the brain usage department.
But then there are the intelligent ones who have done exactly what I've said.
Most people will do anything as long as they aren't alone.
Most people won't really listen to you.
Most people will pay attention to the things that don't matter.
Most people won't pay attention to what's really happening.
Most people will be oblivious.
Most people are not as free as they think they are.
Insert Fame Here, in between these lines.
Next Episode: Drugs.
I could stare at this word for hours on end, and still not have an adequate definition.
If I may quote the web definition.. "the ability to comprehend; to understand and profit from experience." I beg to ask the question, How are the people defined that comprehend the situation but simply strike it from their thoughts?
Now, on a side-note. This is why falling in love with someone is defined as "stupid." Simply because of the fact that it is bias against the universal definition of intelligence.
Now MSN Encarta has provided me with a nice base quote here.
"Most people have an intuitive notion of what intelligence is, and many words in the English language distinguish between different levels of intellectual skill: bright, dull, smart, stupid, clever, slow, and so on. Yet no universally accepted definition of intelligence exists, and people continue to debate what, exactly, it is. Fundamental questions remain: Is intelligence one general ability or several independent systems of abilities? Is intelligence a property of the brain, a characteristic of behavior, or a set of knowledge and skills?"
While I am just at a loss for words when attempting to define Intelligence, I do have this to say.
In its current definition, all human beings with a somewhat functional brain are intelligent. They are able to comprehend most situations they are placed in, and most of the time placate those situations. However, the ringing question still remains. If the being does not act upon its comprehension does this make them Stupid? I've got another question to ask you.
Lets say, there is a fenced in area for horses.. The horses keep breaking the fences around the area and escaping. Two levels of intelligence branch from this situation. The human owner of the Ranch is forced to put up electric fences. Level one. 3 of the 4 horses run into the fence multiple times, get electrocuted and hurt. The 3 horses never run through the fence again. Level two. The 4th horse of the group watches the other 3 run and get hurt. And it does not attempt the same feat. Level three.
Go back and read the last word I typed. Say it to yourself in your head. Visualize it.
If you doubled back and re-read my paragraph. Good work, by definition you're intelligent.
If there is a mechanic, who looks at a problem with a car and knows the solution.
That mechanic comprehends that the owner of this car probably does not understand the problem with his/her car. They could in turn charge them for unneeded work, parts and other things. Is this mechanic more intelligent than me?
If there is a Spanish speaking student, with exceptional grades that comes to America. Applies to college, and is forced to take an English SAT. They get a grade of 300 simply because they do not understand the full dynamics of the English language unlike the other people who take the test. Most of which have been hearing English all around them since birth. Does this student lack intelligence?
If you had to Dictionary.com some of the words I used.. Does that make you unintelligent?
Breast.
So then what is a universal test of intelligence?
What could we possiblity administer to a massive group of people to weed out the smarter individuals?
It is our culture to let the ones that have mastered academic studies assume the higher positions in our country. Those who scored well on their SAT. Those who were consistent and forthgoing with their work. However, do you really think these people deserve these positions? If you think of the dynamics of how they all got there, you'll understand. They mastered a certain criteria of skills, that allowed them to get to the top. Which means, they all mastered the same skills. They all have a single-fold view on situations. Which is why, it makes sense that these people are usually consistent with each other.
The true test of intelligence is not a single lane highway of test.
It is a thousand-lane highway. Each person passing fluently with the skills that they are best fitted with. I'm sure that everyone is intelligent in one way or another. (I'm giving all closed minded, weaker individuals a chance here.) Some people pass in 8 lanes. Some in 24. Some in all thousand. Too bad the world isn't ever that perfect.
Base natural intelligence extends into the lot of extreme complexity alot more then you think.
You can either be the horse that figured it out, watching as the others run into a world of pain.
You can be the horse that follows the so-called intelligent blindly.
Or, You can be the one that looks at the electrical box and sees the source of it all.
Horses are usually lacking in the brain usage department.
But then there are the intelligent ones who have done exactly what I've said.
Humans are usually lacking in the brain usage department.
But then there are the intelligent ones who have done exactly what I've said.
Most people will do anything as long as they aren't alone.
Most people won't really listen to you.
Most people will pay attention to the things that don't matter.
Most people won't pay attention to what's really happening.
Most people will be oblivious.
Most people are not as free as they think they are.
Insert Fame Here, in between these lines.
Next Episode: Drugs.
Insert Fame Here (Intro)
Well, I'm No One.
I'm your typical child of the Millennium, spending more time as his computer daily then outside.
I have a Myspace. Facebook. LiveJournal. And various other fad-accounts all over the Internet.
I've been to all of the pages. The pages of people who spread like wild-fire with their videos, pictures, music and other various creations. I've seen the evoloution of the internet, the living testament of the 1st Amendment.
Its funny how information will flow like it does. Its like a huge spider web. (World Wide Web? Hah. I await the day where I input UWW in front of my webpages. The universe is the limit.)
One person will create a blog. Talking about how their life is miserable. They lost their job, and their girlfriend is cheating on them again. Their friend reads it, is surprized. They instant message that person's girlfriend. Along with alerting her other friend. And soon enough, this blog will be in everyone's cache. Rumors spreading like wildfire.
It is known fact that the internet accelerates gossip by thousands of percent. Word can travel faster then it has ever been able to before, with fiber optic connections and wide band data rates. And that word, minus the obvious bias to those unconnected to this massive stream, can reach all over the world in seconds. I can walk through New York City, and hit more Wifi hotspots then Pizza places. It just goes to show you how our culture has evolved and escalated into this insane system.
Getting famous used to be word of mouth and distributing your demo to as many recording studios as you could afford to send it to. Exposure is the key. Now, imagine the possibilies. The internet is home to some of the greatest artists, writers, musicians, philosophers.. I could keep going. You could Google (A phrase that also coined a generation.) exactly what you want and have the most popular result right in front of you.
I'm sure there will be many elites from each of these groups, that will go completely unnoticed. Then again, are they still considered elites if they can't draw the attention? I've seen people create videos that I thought were senseless and have over 100,000 views in less than a month. I've also seen videos I thought were amazing, which I was lucky to see get 500 views. If you want instant fame, insert any sexual word, phrase or picture into your page.
Breast.
Don't beleive me? I have proof.
In 2004, someone created a video. Called "The Rage Of Flippy" (Google Video Rage Of Flippy, It'll be the first and only result..) A video that all of my friends thought was absolutely hilarious. This video, in 2007 has 575 views. 3 years? 575 views? Give me a break.
In 2003, before this "The Rage Of Flippy" was recorded. This same person posted a video titled "Flippy's Breast Implants" (Google Video Flippy's Breast Implants, first and only result.) This video currently has 3,669 views. It generates about 100 views per month now.
While these videos are completely senseless, you get my idea. I'm not saying you're going to grab someone's mind by putting sex into your work. But its an easy way to pull their attention.
I digress.
The general public are attracted to a few things.
Sex.
Stupidity.
Injury.
Intelligence.
Hate.
Love.
They will defend something they love.
They will diminish something they hate.
They will read intelligence, hoping to scrape some off.
They will hope never to end up in that situation.
They will want more then they get.
They will use the internet to connect their lives.
They will use the internet as a way to waste time in fantasy.
They will. Do just about everything.
They will do what you want, if you are smart enough.
Insert Fame Here, in between these lines.
Next Episode: Intelligence and its dimensions.
I'm your typical child of the Millennium, spending more time as his computer daily then outside.
I have a Myspace. Facebook. LiveJournal. And various other fad-accounts all over the Internet.
I've been to all of the pages. The pages of people who spread like wild-fire with their videos, pictures, music and other various creations. I've seen the evoloution of the internet, the living testament of the 1st Amendment.
Its funny how information will flow like it does. Its like a huge spider web. (World Wide Web? Hah. I await the day where I input UWW in front of my webpages. The universe is the limit.)
One person will create a blog. Talking about how their life is miserable. They lost their job, and their girlfriend is cheating on them again. Their friend reads it, is surprized. They instant message that person's girlfriend. Along with alerting her other friend. And soon enough, this blog will be in everyone's cache. Rumors spreading like wildfire.
It is known fact that the internet accelerates gossip by thousands of percent. Word can travel faster then it has ever been able to before, with fiber optic connections and wide band data rates. And that word, minus the obvious bias to those unconnected to this massive stream, can reach all over the world in seconds. I can walk through New York City, and hit more Wifi hotspots then Pizza places. It just goes to show you how our culture has evolved and escalated into this insane system.
Getting famous used to be word of mouth and distributing your demo to as many recording studios as you could afford to send it to. Exposure is the key. Now, imagine the possibilies. The internet is home to some of the greatest artists, writers, musicians, philosophers.. I could keep going. You could Google (A phrase that also coined a generation.) exactly what you want and have the most popular result right in front of you.
I'm sure there will be many elites from each of these groups, that will go completely unnoticed. Then again, are they still considered elites if they can't draw the attention? I've seen people create videos that I thought were senseless and have over 100,000 views in less than a month. I've also seen videos I thought were amazing, which I was lucky to see get 500 views. If you want instant fame, insert any sexual word, phrase or picture into your page.
Breast.
Don't beleive me? I have proof.
In 2004, someone created a video. Called "The Rage Of Flippy" (Google Video Rage Of Flippy, It'll be the first and only result..) A video that all of my friends thought was absolutely hilarious. This video, in 2007 has 575 views. 3 years? 575 views? Give me a break.
In 2003, before this "The Rage Of Flippy" was recorded. This same person posted a video titled "Flippy's Breast Implants" (Google Video Flippy's Breast Implants, first and only result.) This video currently has 3,669 views. It generates about 100 views per month now.
While these videos are completely senseless, you get my idea. I'm not saying you're going to grab someone's mind by putting sex into your work. But its an easy way to pull their attention.
I digress.
The general public are attracted to a few things.
Sex.
Stupidity.
Injury.
Intelligence.
Hate.
Love.
They will defend something they love.
They will diminish something they hate.
They will read intelligence, hoping to scrape some off.
They will hope never to end up in that situation.
They will want more then they get.
They will use the internet to connect their lives.
They will use the internet as a way to waste time in fantasy.
They will. Do just about everything.
They will do what you want, if you are smart enough.
Insert Fame Here, in between these lines.
Next Episode: Intelligence and its dimensions.
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