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We’re All Going Down

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Going Down

When you’re in a dream
and you think you’ve got your
problems all nailed down
Pieces of the scheme
Seem to rattle up and to rattle down (Reed)

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Screaming, bellowing and exerting the trepidations of youthful reverie, I take the plunge into a full mutilation of the psyche. The spirit never seems to crash, or to fall, or to disseminate as I try going down and taking my crew with me.  Ultimately, the success of the transoceanic journey from synaptic relay posts to the heart of matter relies solely on the abilities of my crew to dispense of the weight that accrues throughout our voyage. continue reading…

 

Oh! Sweet Nuthin’

Say a word for Jimmy Brown
He ain’t got nothing at all
Not a shirt right off his back
He ain’t got nothing at all
And say a word for Ginger Brown
Walks with his head down to the ground
They took the shoes right off his feet
And threw the poor boy right out in the street

And this is what he said
:
Oh sweet nuthin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
Oh sweet nuthin’
She ain’t got nothing at all
(Lou Reed)

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The independent and learned society is truly the manifestation of cognitive absurdity wrapped into the fecal intersection of life and emotional dysfunction.

Sweet nothing: this is what we’ve got. But I’ll give it a shot because that is the only option, right?

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Winding through the corridors of manipulation and hyperbole can be quite the tiring journey. As I contemplate and sit in the puddles of the vomit spewing from the heads of the State that I call my own, I have the epiphany of a freedom of inconsequential meanings. Through the varying layers of confusion and psychosis, I stumble about these corridors blindly yet acutely aware of my impending collapse and re-birth into the womb of consciousness.

Gaining professional experience after completing my dissertation on Urban Pharmacology, I walked and strolled about the streets in a state of self-identifying and self-ameliorating dissonance; the white boy in the world of the dark forces of Americana laid out on the dirty streets where the poor man drinks from the cup of dreams and promises that have yet to be fulfilled. continue reading…

   

Dancing in the Devil’s Playground

I just returned from Washington D.C. where, for the first time in this writer’s life, I experienced and participated in Democracy — Real American Corporate Democracy (amen to that brothers and sisters).

This is not to say that I have not voted, for indeed I have. In fact, I have voted in practically every election I have been eligible to vote in since I turned 18 in 1994. This is not to say that I have not written to my representatives and been a part of organizations that petition our government for reform, for indeed I have. I have taken the steps of a concerned and dedicated citizen given the options afforded to me to participate in the democratic process of the United States of America.

Where has this gotten me exactly? Quite honestly, it has not gotten me far as I do not have the voice and the high-priced lobbyists of the multi-national, multi-billion dollar corporations who have the ability to meet directly with the members of the House of Representatives and the members of the Senate to petition them for enacting or blocking legislation for the benefit of said Corporations. continue reading…

Well, I’m Beginning to See the Light.
Some people work very hard,
but still they never get it right.
Well, I’m beginning to see the light.

I wanna tell all you people, now.
Now, now, baby, I’m beginning to see the light.

Wine in the morning, and some breakfast at night.
Well, I’m beginning to see the light.

Here we go again,

I thought that you were my friend…

How does it feel, to be loved? (Reed)

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The light is lurking somewhere in the moment. Somewhere in the distance and beyond practical solutions and rational discourse is the home of the insufferable and indistinguishable light of consciousness.

Heroes come in many forms, though rarely among the wretched, the weary and the disgusting souls from beggar roots in Calcutta and Lima and Sao Paulo and Los Angeles.

Living in misery, squalor and filth; wholly disenfranchised from the universal perceptions of sustainability, the heroes are but of millions in a vast wasteland of the human capital left behind to rot in the pits of our own disregard.

Such is the lot of the human race. Such is the lot of our collective psyche.

If all life is indeed suffering and ending desire obliterates suffering, then what of the archetypes of our own construct that are inherent in humanity? continue reading…

   

Men of Good Fortune…

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Often Cause Empires to Fall. While men of poor beginnings, often can’t do anything at all. (L. Reed)

This is my second attempt at an article that I wrote yesterday; an article that the Gods of technology felt did not deserve to be published. So they ripped it from my hard drive, never to be recovered. It is my hope that the Tech Gods are resting or have forgiven me for blaspheming their convoluted systems and will allow this second attempt to go through unimpeded. So here we go…

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William Randolph Hearst

It is the men of good fortune that have historically and currently dominate the apparatus’ of functioning democracy. Perhaps the single greatest victory of imperialist interests throughout the past one hundred years has been the domination of the media complex that shapes our schema of our surroundings and the world at large.

Through the control of the information that is received and ultimately processed by us, the mass consumers of such information; this media monopoly has succeeded quite substantially by limiting our perceptions of the systemic failures that perpetuate our own alienation and exploitation for the benefit of the larger corporate structure that thrives as long as we remain in fear, divided and in a reactionary state in perpetuity.

It was around the turn of the century that publishing tycoon William Randolph Hearst would begin his meteoric rise to the top of the information hegemony food chain. Hearst was not necessarily unique or pioneering in any particular sense, but it was his ruthless monopolization of an industry supposedly designed to spread information for the public well being that has cemented his legacy in the annals of American History. Through limiting competition and providing a constant stream of what we would later know as tabloid journalism, Hearst amassed a media monopoly that stifled legitimate systemic critique and propagated and invented the information he saw fit for mass consumption. continue reading…

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