Real love has a way of clearing up false notions of intimacy. - a motherfucking WINNER of a friend I'm fortunate to have.

Punishment Park

Would you like for me to define what a politician is? A politician is nothing but a debater. All that you do is debate issues, you fat pig, you meathead. That's all that you are, because you are lying, sucker, you're lying to the camera, you're lying to your mama, you're lying to everybody, but every time I hear you open up your mouth, all I hear is oink, you pig. That's all I hear, oink. 'Cause you ain't got no humanity in you, 'cause you're a pig, you lying punk.




I fucking heard that quote on Magrudergrind's myspace page. The fuck. Who'da thunk it.

http://www.myspace.com/magrudergrind

Todays Moshpm with a Scrubs quote

‎"You see Dr. Wynn in there? He's explaining to that family that something went wrong and that the patient died. He's going to tell 'em what happened, then he's gonna say he's sorry, then he's going back to work. You think anybody else in that room is going back to work today? That is why we distance ourselves, its why we make jokes. We don't do it because its fun, we do it so we can get by." - Perry Ulysses Cox



The picture is one that Cold War Kids put up on their myspace before, the lyrics are from their song "God Make Up Your Mind"

Saddest thing I've ever read

This is from Steven Chbosky's The Perks of Being a Wallflower.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

May 1968 graffiti quote done by Situationists

In the decor of the spectacle, the eye meets only things and their prices.

We don’t want a world where the guarantee of not dying of starvation brings the risk of dying of boredom.

No replastering, the structure is rotten.

Referendum: whether we vote yes or no, it turns us into suckers.

We will have good masters as soon as everyone is their own.

We want structures that serve people, not people serving structures.

Our hope can come only from the hopeless.

The boss needs you, you don’t need the boss.

Worker: You may be only 25years old,but your union dates from the last century.

Art is dead, don’t consume its corpse.

Anarchy is me.

Those who lack imagination cannot imagine what is lacking.

To call in question the society you “live” in, you must first be capable of calling yourself in question.

Constraints imposed on pleasure incite the pleasure of living without constraints.

The economy is wounded —I hope it dies!

Only the truth is revolutionary.


And many more.

The pride of the content

The many what if?'s that build and we collect over the course of our life are much easier to deal with when our 'what is' is satisfying. Though we could have done better, at least now we can sleep. I'm trying to be fine with that.

Report on the Construction of Situations

One of the contradictions of the bourgeoisie in its period of decline is that while it respects the abstract principle of intellectual and artistic creation, it resists actual creations when they first appear, then eventually exploits them. This is because it needs to maintain a certain degree of criticality and experimental research among a minority, but must take care to channel this activity into narrowly compartmentalized utilitarian disciplines and avert any holistic critique and experimentation. In the domain of culture the bourgeoisie strives to divert the taste for innovation, which is dangerous for it in our era, toward certain confused, degraded and innocuous forms of novelty.[/B][/I] Through the commercial mechanisms that control cultural activity, avant-garde tendencies are cut off from the segments of society that could support them, segments already limited because of the general social conditions. The people within these tendencies who become well known are generally accepted as exceptional individuals, on the condition that they accept various renunciations: the essential point is always the renunciation of a comprehensive opposition and the acceptance of fragmentary works susceptible to diverse interpretations. This is what gives the very term “avant-garde,” which in the final analysis is always defined and manipulated by the bourgeoisie, a dubious and ridiculous aspect.

http://www.bopsecrets.org/SI/report.htm

We were too busy analyzing the pictures being projected on the wall to notice that the wall itself had been sold. - Naomi Klein

What I've been trying to say.

All in one fucking quote:

"People who talk about revolution and class struggle without referring explicitly to everyday life, without understanding what is subversive about love and what is positive in the refusal of constraints, such people have a corpse in their mouth"- Raoul Vaneigem, The Revolution Of Everyday Life


I don't believe in government for this very reason, because most of the time the policies and laws and ideas they instill only change the big picture without altering minor infractions that wear each and everyone of us down.