Monday, September 28, 2009

HEX

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Abstract and Abstruse: The Incoherent Thoughts of a Sane Man put together in a Coherent Manner 2

Abstract: Part 1

The Theory of Wasted Time

What is the purpose of life? Is it to go to school, work, marry, children, get old and die? That is essentially it or what society would deem it to be. I disagree with this view completely and propose that the purpose is to enjoy oneself. To do what one thinks is fun, as long as it does not cause harm to anyone else.

With this in mind comes the Pro Evo example. If one likes to play pro evo and spends excessive amount of time at it. Is this a waste of ones time or is it a fulfillment of ones pleasures? The person is doing what they enjoy, it fulfills their needs and they are achieving what they want. It may not be ideal for everyone but for that individual it is.

This individualism is however flawed as a collective. If everyone did as they wanted and cared just for themselves then a society would not function. This is where a seperation between the public and private sphere is created. In the public sphere the collective of the group is at the forefront, one may have to give up their guilty pleasures for the greater good. However in the private sphere one is free to do as they will. To be continued............................

Abstract and Abstruse: The Incoherent Thoughts of a Sane Man put together in a Coherent Manner

Abstract: Part 2

The Diary of a Lonely Heart

Banana, always the banana, never the apple. What is wrong with chestnut hair? Thirsty, I’m dying of the thirst; to the left and right of me are tall lockers. Young again in school, the only break in the long hall of lockers is a water fountain. I walk towards the fountain, dry. No water flows for me; it’s empty, broken maybe, no, just not working for me. In the distance I see a man fixing a light bulb, he sweats profusely. The sweat drips from his armpit like the heavens pouring light upon us mere mortals. I kneel under the flow, the sweat flows into my mouth. It is not salty as one would expect but pure fresh, water, it quenches my thirst exquisitely. Refreshed, I smile and turn back and run towards the light. As I run smiling a naked child appears in my way. He just stands there and looks at me, malnourished, starving and most of all thirsty. The reek of death comes from him; the blackness of his skin doesn’t mean he deserves this as some would make you believe. I crouch and reach out to him but he turns to dust and blows away into the air.

I sit here alone in the gloom of a bedroom filled with memories of happy of times, none of which are mine. In the silence I can almost hear the laughter of the ghosts; the jokes shared, the orgasms pleasured and the constant smile of perfect ness, pure beauty. My dreams offer relief from the pain of loneliness, if there is any.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

How the British started World War II

Explanation available next April, maybe.

If you’re reading this then you took time out to interact with the blog. Just thought I’d

(There are no empty spaces only white obscuring the truth.)

try something new. It may have annoyed you but ah well. Michio Kaku is a great

Time goes by so slowly, that’s a lie it goes quite fast actually. This is just another lie from the one people call Madonna, I call her doesn’t exist or whore bag if you insist. Time has gone so fast I missed my monthly blog update and the post arrives 5 days behind schedule. Not a good start but I can only set it straight next time.

scientist and if you get a chance check him out, parallel worlds rule. I Like the Like

What’s up??????????????????????? I hear you say.

2.0. Pity Charlotte is gone but Z is all that is needed. Hopefully see them again soon.

Firstly, Muse album released, YAY but with a NAY. My awesome deluxe edition pre-order has gone missing in the post. No time isn’t going slowly Madonna, it will be October 1st soon and then my album will be on its way again. So a sort of anti-climax in the end but the tension builds as the albums arrival is inevitable.

I’ve new found respect for Peter Doherty after I saw him play an acoustic set.

Secondly, shot down with a throat infection only a week in. Full recovery is being made; this Madonna is going by slowly.

Whatever people say about him doesn’t matter, he’s a very good musician and

Lastly, is where my time is gone? That is easily answered: Dissertation proposals. Two 1,000 word proposals, not fun but the British could have done more.

entertainer. Until next time, my friends.

Soon the world trip will begin, maybe I’ll be joined by a companion or maybe I’ll be on my lonesome. Excitement bellows in the most mundane of things. That is also utter crap. The Madonna plugs are a direct response to seeing Tesco give Madonna album of the week, despite Muse being number 1 in the UK and many other countries. This is true Tesco is shit, even their food is crap. Tesco saves you money and a life to spend it. Tesco=early death.

Has it all been a success? My next post will have hidden binary code, will you see it?