In the future where the holoplex unfolds to manifest your desire, the invisible branch out and connect to what seems higher.
i left it all in fall and fell for electricity, the complications of a once deep movie screen
their bands all mimicked shadows cast upon the radio, nobody listens but craves the unattainable.
i breathe in when the air is amongst the darkness, the snow covers the ground while i stumble through the harvest.
-t
I’m caught up in ambition, wait.. a certain cycle
i let the left churn out ideas, let my days seem idle
spit thoughts to lose my voice, because truth is silent
you can’t want yet have , if the news is violence
lets make the dance floor a warzone, pour cement where their feet move
i can see the past embedded in a brand new dance move,
i hope they sell it to the masses
i hope their cell phones vibrate
when you download the dead
your txts messages migrate.
(my new shit is on some really new shit)
that the most challenging thing
would be to simply have your own experience
of your actual life?
jeeez, this is unbelieveably profound…and so on point.
LA is burning
there is nothing i can buy or obtain in a physical sense that will fill the void. there is only a chemical reaction within that can set forth the feeling of fullness. and even then i’d probably want to let it all go to feel empty. i want to give me away.
This side of social networking/ blogging/ teh nets has always interested me. For the simple reason that web 2.0 can completely break down the barriers of a facade. Growing up I remember that what made artists influential or interesting to me was their ability to remain mysterious. Once you are constantly updating your twitter or whatever medium you use, you are (if being honest) essentially putting it all out there. Sure you can create a hilarious alternate reality but few have done this yet or thought to (idea). I think I am going to mentally enter the future and update all my twitter posts from there. Who knows maybe I’ll be able to transcend reality.
LOL this is a good one
——- Forwarded Message ——
From: JZ
To:me
Sent: Tuesday, March 31, 2009 6:23:58 PM
Subject: _Onei of the mosti fine daughteri leans herself a’ssi to youi and turnsi overi slowly pullsi off her wearing! .very fugitive^
yeh.
But seriously. I don’t want to share shit on the “new facebook” its too damn up in my business and shit. If i wanted that much obnoxious exposure i’d join twitter, which im about to do anyway. But really, the new facebook is all “hey what the fuck are you doing right now? share some shit with everyone!” SERIOUSLY PEOPLE, is this what humanity has really come to? a bunch of fucking robots updating their online/social networking status everytime they take shit? or every time you’re about to procure some meaningless task in your boring monotinous life. I guess i shouldnt complain I’m a much apart of this apocalyptic robot as you are, welcome to the end. I love you forever good bye. I’m hung over.
Thomas is working from 9-5 then driving a car home.
Thomas is in the car on the way home
Thomas is about to vomit looking at all this meaningless bullshit.
Ok, im back to updating this shiet. I swear. for real. no honestly. this time, i’m going to update at least a couple times a week. really.
What the fuck are we gonna do?
What’s the plan?
We just gonna go with the whole ‘Matrix’ thing or what?
Where is everybody anyway?
Are you all getting sex change operations?
Is there some awesome new drug I didn’t hear about?
Am I going crazy?
Can somebody give me a lift to Bellevue?
4 years til the whole “shift”. Theres 2 different roads. I’ve heard Bellevue is beautiful, and the futur.
