no one will read this

so why am I bothering to write at all? What is the purpose of this exercise. Literary mastrubation. I like to read lines and curved shaped into the numbers of the alphabet. We do not just need a new language to express our love - we need a whole new alphabet song!

When ships sail on the sea they do not know if they are going. I do not know what I am doing and neither do you. We are both sitting here in front of our respective god boxes connected but alone enjoying the nihilism of data - endless data. We have turned our very fearful beings into managable numbers - everything is either 1 or zero and the multipliers are a google zeros.

What kind of life is this. Sitting by the wire radio and counting. On - off - off - on - morse code had more character.

There is something up there in the sky. A colour that we all can relate too. Also that we stare at when we are alone. We stare together at the same place while alone. Just like the blue screen of death maybe as the LCD/plasma/CRT monitor tells us to flicker at only 60Hz - not nearly the Giga range of the 'brains' behind it all. If my computer operates at 2GHz then am I being nuked? (with microwaves?)

Boo-hoo. Sick and blue. My brains are falling our from behind my eyes now. The sickness has spread. Some say it is a low cold. Others think of the sore teeth as a toothache. I just feel tired with a pounding in my head. I take comfort that the symptoms of this disease are synonymous with practically EVERYTHING> even a stopped clock gives the right time twice a day. Unless that clock is a computer clock.

I find some sanity in nonsense. That is why I like electronic music. The robot can pretend to breath in rhythem with me. wHoooo. Hummmm. Let me see: [blink, blink, blink]

regarding the retarding of the rectal rehabilitation: we were wary with who had the best pair of women underwater. Lest lesbians lactate, our purpose isn't kind. Kold showering of the lower scalp brings remedy to thine spelling impediments. I am a snob.

Bons for the bonnie. Blood fot the Small Wonder. The fairchild propheside underside the whale. Wherefor aren't thoust Hiromio? Lech!

There was never enough post options for me. I label this post a scooter vaction fall. We show all of the shortcuts to the press. Control with bold. Italiacians publish to save the draft more than the publish-post-save-now autosaver robots. We return to the list. Post.

Wary are we for the last time I spat on the heads of the infants I got in trouble with the teddy bear for naming my God: Mohammed. Lest ye forget to drop the poppy into the urinal: Opium dreams have yet to slow down british production. There is something wrong with me.

freedom is wasted on me

Just backup every paragraph seriously ok otherwise you are dead from the autosave. It has happened more than 3 times!

so I've changed my plea to guilty. do you think they have the piano in prison? if onley. songs of love or promotion.

in the tailpipe

i want to be in the middle of the road where the streetlights reflect black and slick rain puddles.

the overwhelming of the dark is coming soon and soon we will have to stop putting bright orange amber and red lights on every car and bicycle and vest and pole and sign and barricade and furniture. safety is first and last on the road where the leves pile up in the drain gutter. no one can hear you there. be careful to not drop the mayonaise on the road when you pull a quick left turn bicycle manouveur as there is no going back to get it. that's right.

once when I was there too jizz all over the robot the blade runner was sad about his lost time and memory. bleeding rape it is ok and just in hollywood because the screen is so sexy to have our violence give the children meaning to build their lives under. we are hypnotising ourselves to watch our own suicide and loving to cheer. barbed wire fences know best how we can never turn back and remember to share with those on the other side of the glass. the factory doesn't work overtime anyway because you don't turn those sorts of things off and the server has a redundant RAID like microsoft array of drives to prevent data loss if one or several of the HDD should fail. the mirror factory also has an IPv6 redundant gateway server to keep up the hardlink to the factory in China so that never does production cease.

so that's it, the bumpernuts of it all.

steer a course for nowhere

My little empire is crumbling because I can't get up in the morning. Actually I can but I can't get off the computer. Actually I can but I need to keep the computer from breaking. Actually I can but I need to use LVM, filelight, kdirstat and baobab. Actually I can't because I can't figure out how to partition. Actually I can I just need to turn the musics down. Actually I can't because I have to ignore my emails. Actually I can't because I have to go to bed with my wife too. Actually I cannot because I have cars in my neighbourhood and I am severely prejudiced against living near the automobile. Actually I can but my little damn folding bicycle has a broken wheel. Actually it's the tire. Actually it never popped. Actually I have to fix the garage door otherwise my bike will get stolened. Actually I first need to fix the roof of the other garage where I live because it will get mouldy. Actually I better go do my schoolwork because I need to not fail, again. Actually I need to deal with the landlord because he is a fucker who thinks that he can have all the money I don't have because he was blessed with land... Actually I got cut off by the computer so I can't finish that thought and I once made the circle with it all but actually now the circle is forever broken I guess I should remember to backup because soon all my hard drives will crash and linux is supposed to be stable but the blogger firefox crashes like nothing for no reason (except perhaps the autosave!)

leftly leaving.

Now I will be more boring.

There was sense here but the computer erased it. On purpose. The purpose of computers is to copy, to make it easier by copying and reconfiguring. You can't really erase anything. Unless it was never supposed to have been written.

I want money.

i want a job where I don't have to go to work. I want power over my life and ours.

The last way. Read it and weep. The peet of Maevis beacon teaches typing by driving a 286 car simulation game in grade 2. The last number of monies that equals to the better place.

We forget about the righteous lastly. We woo word. The libraries are on strike so that the men can be paid less than the ladies. The nights of the bookworms are all about the friendly measurement of mind tricks. The mindtrap board game is very boring. I learned it in grade 3. In school. The best way is to nothing that a bullet in the belly couldn't cure. For heaven's sakes. For christ's love. For the freedom of Shiva. Because all the vishnu dreams are not really real. Because we are the consience that forgot to dream itself into existance. We almost had lucid dreaming but then we voted for Georgey Boy Bush in order to have the balance of dark lord for all the good that we have hated in the past. Whose country song is this?

The rest of the orphans got off the bus. They got under the tires and then the bus rolled forward. This is momentum the TVcaster explained to the teary eyed mothers on to of their pedestals. Remember we are all seperated for the greater good. WE ARE ALL ALONE ON OUR SEPERATE COMPUTERS BECAUSE THAT IS HOW WE COME TOGETHER FOR THE GREATER GOOD.

The binary values of the computing age have seeped into our safety literature and medecine such that we cannot see how a doctor ought to act except to remember that the landfill must now be also open for all the cloth daipers.

Do you know that you can get 70 daipers a week delivered to your door every week and all the shit neatly removed from them safety sanitarily wise and a deoderiser bucket all for a measily $16 dollars a week(w). Yes, and they don't even have a website for this company. I wish I knew the emoticon for dollar signs in the eyes! I can make daiper websites! for only $16 a week!

Underneath the slave ships were all these people willing to help each other and mostly they just put up with it. You can call them sheeple all you want but it is not they that are alone.

Do you remember? But the leg up and call it good luck. I forget. The last way was nonsense filling up the screen. The spam is our cultural output and never forget it. We lock the doors at night in order to keep our brains from sleepwalking out into the street and getting run over by the driving drunkards. Well, really, I don't think it is such a far fetched possibility.

Does anybody ever even ever want to going to read this? I was thinking that if I printed it on fancy paper and nice bindings in a cute little book then people wouldn't read it but they might buy it and put it on their shelf to collect dust instead of not putting it into their bookmark/favourites toolbar thing to add to the long list of URLs that will never be looked at again.

<<..this is where the dollar $ign$ for eye's emoticon fits in, I almost forgot>>>

We started of living in the new house. The hardest button too button. The last life we has was last the bad. Actually I kind of liked what the Globe and Mail was saying about the White Stripes. Backup...<<<

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So if not, then for get it,
yes. make a mess at the end of it. That is our way of imparting meaning so then you can pick up the peices afterwards and know that if you had turned the pages faster you would not be still here today remembering those pages.

Please buy it from me.

BEGIN THErest of your clerks 2 life

I don't remember how to eat. I don't remember how to sleep. I need people around me to teach me these things. They are not here.

What happens is that I am. And then i try to be what I am not. Then I get distracted. then I lose hope. Then I get bored. Then I get more energy and do somthing else. Then i forget to brush my teeth again. Then I take my vitamin pills. Then I forget to stretch. Then i take a shower. Then I noticed the cracked toilet seat and think about how I was going to fix it. I think of it every day. i have been thinking about it for over 100 days.

exectutive autistics get business perks. Executive club membership is the total sum of our capital gains wealth. I want to be in the club. I want to rally to preserve the view. Please.

go to bed early. stay up late. The salad needs to be made right now!

clerks 2 is a very bad movie. it was very predicatable.

wilkins chan
is a bad
landlord
in vancouver BC

lord, in the fullest sense of the word.
bad, as in selfish and uncaring.
greedy, as in - I only think short term.

The Moon

BEGIN THEDATE

I don't think there are enough teeth in this thing. Go out into the street. Only 40 feet in front of your house, eh. Close your eyes. Then get run over. Because one person is coming to kill you. One and only one person. We are many but they have the big car. We are there in the road to be hit. If we close our eyese. That space is for killing. If you break the traffic safety regulation.

Please wear you seat belt. We don't want you to get hurt. Please turn off the cell phone when you are speeding down the highways. Please pause the movie until the light turns red, then you can see it. Please watch the GPS Google map image using the rear view mirror so you can silmultaneously also notice the road in front of you. Please wait until we have completed all 24 lanes of this highway before you play car driving video games on the dashboard console. Please don't forget to pay your auto insurance on time. Please do not cross at the crosswalk. Please do not get hit by my car. That will scare me. Pedestrians are the real terrorists. Please wear a reflective safety vest when walking on the sidewalk. Please wear a helmet. Please buy a new styrofoam helmet every year to compensate for UV structural decay deficiencies. Please totally freak out about your parking space being inconvenient. Please forget to drive the speed limit. Remember that slow drivers are weak drivers. Remember that smaller cars are for poorer people. Remember that beasts of burden are obsolete and we should not let the cyclists out of the gutter. Please remember that driving backwards, through the city park grass field, is progress. Please do not be such an ass backward cycling nazi from the old fashioned negative-nelly-past (who is just afraid of the future) and change. Please do not change this road or block any of the lanes because traffic must keep moving and your broken down bicycle is not important to remain there standing. I will run you over if you do not get out of my way faster. I like to speed through the stop signs because freedom is my right and we should never tolerate the tyranny of the fascist police. Please arrest those hippies that J-walk and don't stay put on the sidewalk. People who walk slowly - in a crosswalk that is about to change - are morons. We are the machines that our parents dreamed of. We have acheived much more than the wilderness of the past. We are no longer afraid of things and we are not penalized by nature: only because we have invented dominating technologies. We are no longer the servants of the rich because we all drive around in our own castles. Please support the government funded study into how to remove the trauma from the minds of car accident victims - so that one day they can get on with their lives and drive again. Live to park another day. Pay the meter because that is what taxes are for. Please remember that private property is not in the middle of the road but we will still shoot you for tresspassing. If you walk on the sidewalk of a private property - and then, slip on a banana peeel - then you should sue the landowners. Please don't forget that if we kill you with our car it is only an accident. If you are injured in a car crash then you may be entitled to compensatory damage cost reimbursments and money for your time and energy... and, we will totally buy you a newer faster car. Please remember that the car is the best thing we have ever invented and that it is our way of life... and by refusing to drive one you are making yourself second class... and you should stop complaining. Please stop complaining.

The only issue we should really be worrying about is the warming of the polar ice caps and how the grand conspiracy against the electric car has prevented us from driving the hybrid at an affordable price in our own cities. I think that the sooner we all buy greener cars then the faster we can get back to driving. The tailpipe is the only place of the car that is going to pollute. If we cut off the tailpipe then the car is going to be a clean car. If we cut off the tailpipe then we will save the world and al gore will finally get to be the president. I want to fuck your car in the tailpipe. I want to jizz all over the robot. The robot is the jizz that paints the road lines in that thick white reflective paint that is so damn sexy. We put a sign in the sidewalk crosswalk to warn the pedestrians to please bumpernuts!!!

Please. We are all in this together and when you grow up you will also have to be driving a car to your job at the guns factory making the weapons that prot3ct us and our freedom to have a way of life where every driveway is public and the parkade is subsidised in thwe interests of equality in the community. I got a ticker tape ticket parade for speeding. My iraqi behemoth is the smallest car on the pblock. Knock your car off. The police budget needs new cars. The police are going to be driving their cars tonight again. So you can feel safer. Personally I like the metal cowcatcher on the front of the hoodf. I feel it is important to remind the pedestrians about the war on terrorism. I am going to build a better car with bigger wheels. My nuts are like 12 feet high and my feet are damn big and they know what you say about a man with a small penis. The larger it gets, the more money he will be making. The lasytip laser is not the frequency of the commute but the space between the curbs. I have to go now. I have to go to wark. I haf to gote in my new automobile that was given to me buy the insurance setlesment.

The last time I was walking the street. I saw the dead birds and the cats underneath of my tires. But the biggest car is better for clearing thre people out of the way. Isn't it beautiful how the sympohony of the democracy has allowed only one citizen to make a big differance then. I want to be that big differance. I was the best. I want to be able to do that: I AM able now. I have to believe that I can go to work. The traffic is terrible but if I just wait until they privatise the translink again then we will all be happy. The bigger the road the cleaner and less corrupt the system of governance. I remember the last time I drove a car. It was raining and i didn't answer my cell phone because I didn't want to have to pause the movie. Please play this game.

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Neutered Art of the Proles

It doesn't matter how profound it is... Of course it is profound, it is experienced wisdom about the everyday. THat's not the point. The point is that it can't count. Your criticism of cars is too banal. Everybody is doing it, it is as old as the rain and as obvious that cars are brutal, obsolete, and but there by displaced power. But of course at the same time cars are populist and cannot be questioned. That is not a contradiction it is consistency: Don't question because it is boring and everybody hates them. Don't question because everybody loves them and can't tolerate the unusual criticism.

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Just Remember that it can never be solved. The media speculators are savvy and they know how to set the rules for your thinking. I say what I am allowed to. Rebellion is typical and uninteresting and conforms to the standards of competitive consumption quite nicely.