lovely, dark and deep

Every picture is the same picture. In a different frame.

…slept with a copy of the Iliad beneath his pillow. I sleep with a shredder next to mine. I’m not sure what that means. And if I were. I doubt I’d say.

Through nationalization of foreign interests in domestic resources. You fuck yourselves. End.

More of this expected. Globally.

So much about this subject infuriates me that I know not where to begin. I had initially begun obliquely discussing the matter here, beginning with the March 26, 2012 comment, but it merits its own post.

Much of my angst has to do with racism or reverse racism or whatever you want to call it mixed with media malfeasance in the form of biased coverage (with two party-mouthpiece outlets that have turned news into no less a rigged spectacle than professional wrestling) and scum stirring by racist carnival-barking circus clowns with names like Sharpton and Jackson.

So. I’ll begin here. If you’re wailing and gnashing your teeth and pissing yourself that George Zimmerman needs to be shot like a dog, you’re a dumbfuck or a racist or both, I’m not sure they’re separable. If, on the other hand, you’re wailing and gnashing your teeth and pissing yourself that Trayvon Martin got exactly what he deserved, you, too, are a dumbfuck or a racist or both. You weren’t there. Either of you. And you have no idea what the fuck truly happened. You may think you do. But you think a lot of wrong things. You don’t.

George Zimmerman may have been justified in killing a deranged attacker (and by use of the word “deranged” I mean to draw a contrast between the irrelevant, “cute,” 12-year-old Trayvon Martin depicted. Everywhere. You know the photo. Biased media pigs. And the 17-year-old, man-sized Trayvon encountered by Zimmerman) or he may have overreacted and himself caused escalation to violence of the encounter. I don’t know. I wasn’t there. And I don’t have a problem admitting that I don’t know. But a lot of racist fucks. Sorry. Dumbfucks. Apparently do.

I fully support so-called “stand your ground” laws. I fully support the right of a person to defend himself with deadly force in the face of deadly or potentially deadly force applied by another. And I have no doubt that having one’s head pounded against concrete constitutes the application of potentially deadly force, if in fact that is what happened, fully justifying a fatal gunshot in response.

The trial court will sort this out. And lots of people, black people and white people, and brown people, and people of whatever idiotic group dumbfucks want to identify themselves with will comfort themselves by picking a “team” and pretending they know what really happened. When only two people know what really happened. One of whom happens to be dead.

Lastly. On a very personal level. I happen to have a favorite hoodie that I wear with great regularity. And, though I wear it just the same, I very much resent the symbolism with which it is now imbued.

If you’re not moving, you’re dying. If you are moving, you’re dying. Slower.

In no particular order:

Subaru.
Mitochondria.
Precious metals.
Stevia.
Sprinting.
Fasting.
True Lemon.
OLED.
Naps.
Telomeres.
Staying single and not reproducing. Among the most “educated.”
Walking.
Soccer. In the US.
Sweet potatoes.
Vitamin D3.
Having fewer possessions. And not just because of financial -constraints.
Bob Marley.
Hand-wringing over the “demise” and demise of America.
Living outside the US.
Preparing for the end of the world. Or merely a complete breakdown of -civil society.
Corruption at all levels of business and government.
Illegal drug trade violence in the US.
Legalization of drugs in the US.
Abolishment of the death penalty in the US.
Picoprojectors.
Personalized genetic testing/medicine.
Latin American economy, residing in Latin America.
African economy.
Myanmar economy.
Natural gas.
Saturated fat.
Samsung.

Dematerialization. Is proceeding apace. My small part. For now. Pertains to recorded audio and video stored on CDs, DVDs, Blu-rays, and vinyl being extracted and re-stored, bit-for-bit if already digital, on hard drives. At first. I felt, associating with my music, disembodied. Like a poor decapitated head may feel for the moment it retains consciousness. Over time, I grew accustomed to the separation from the original media. And now it is the original media that has no place. Not even a player with which to play it. It does not end here. The entire world is being sucked in. Everything you know. Everyone you know. All will be sucked in. Willingly at first. Gladly. If necessary. All analog must be converted. Is necessary. Kicking. Spitting. Wailing. By force. Later. So. Enjoy this sweet and precious air. You still breathe. For now. For tomorrow. You will not need to breathe. Will not know what breath i000000101010 0101010101111 1111101011 0010000 00000000100 1010101010010 01010010 10111111 100010010101010

April 2012 issue.

U.S., Britan set to agree [on] emergency oil stocks release

Setting a horrible precedent. Unless. Military conflict is imminent. Which I believe it not to be.