Friday, September 30, 2005
s u b c o n s c i o u si feel surreal, trapped in a post gen X, geeked out haze. i want to be in london in a gap store. this doesn't imply desire for or dependence on the machine that churns out uniforms for misguided wretches stuck in a capitalistic world they helped create
linearity sucks. deadline this, client that.
transcendental
transatlantic
trance
transvestite
transnational
transcribe
translate
transaction
transmute
transsexual
translation (lost in)
transmit
seems like i am trying to make a statement but really, all i want is to be free
the jazz rendition of bolero is superb
the body doth protest
we are not the same, equality is a myth
i am totally inefficient today, and that, in a way, smacks of conformity to an established situation
what shall i drink? what can i drink at 11:27 in the morning
money, cars, penthouses, suits, bling bling - you know where to run, i've got a story like everyone
barbie dolls, pink walls - decay
does everyone have problems with apostrophes?
i know someone who spell checks instant messages
send me an SMS expands into "send me a short message service" - which is dead wrong
chaste
cannabis
delete
trivia
exalt
mindfuck
ideology
luther
clockwork orange
in transit
immortal
shehzad roy's saali number is a pr stunt to get attention. it's working baby - the nation has gone apoplectic ...
The most famous example of barter was peter minuit's swap in 1626 of $24 in beads and trinkets for the island of manhattan. its property value in 1993 was assessed at $50.4 billion
ufffff is a sub-continental expression that simply cannot be explained to those who don't get it
getting it is a complex thing. what is "it"?
caps lock
shift
control
tick tock tick tock tick tock - are we living in a box?
tech monoculture
wasteland
creaky bones
bollocks
grandiose
gosht ka lothra
mao
che
toynbee
dateline london
rocket seeds
feta cheese
widgets
the shit has missed the fan
2 Comments:
I relate to this post but I haven't a clue why? Maybe you'd know.
Shades of grey are disappearing and the world splits further into black and white... and we are being forced to choose a side.
Wrote a note in my diary; simply says "Bugger!"
Re-read this becoz the quake has numbed me and I just thought I could relate to its randomness of thoughts much more today.
Like Margalla Towers, all lofty ideals seem to collapse at the slightest rumble, making me wonder if those too are constructed from faulty materials like the building was.
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