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"Junk is the ideal product… the ultimate merchandise. No sales talk necessary. The client will crawl through a sewer and beg to buy." - William S. Burroughs
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Wikileak is a prime example of the Global Carnival
clashing with remnants of the old Global Theatre
*Transparency is the enemy of Drama (Postdramatic)
Government & Democracy is a theatrical after image
Internet dissolves all boundaries, static institutions
Everyone is swallowed up by the digital masquarade
"But it's all part of life's rich pageant, you know?"
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"Well, there's a question as to what sort of information is important in the world, what sort of information can achieve reform. And there's a lot of information. So information that organizations are spending economic effort into concealing, that's a really good signal that when the information gets out, there's a hope of it doing some good." - Julian Assange
"Only puny secrets need protection. Big discoveries are protected by public incredulity." - M. McLuhan
BEATNIK (noun)
Meaning:
A member of the beat generation; a nonconformist in dress and behavior
Classified under:
Nouns denoting people
Synonyms:
beatnik; beat
Hypernyms ("beatnik" is a kind of...):
nonconformist; recusant (someone who refuses to conform to established standards of conduct)
Holonyms ("beatnik" is a member of...):
beat generation; beatniks; beats (a United States youth subculture of the 1950s; rejected possessions or regular work or traditional dress; for communal living and psychedelic drugs and anarchism; favored modern forms of jazz (e.g., bebop))
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The only Supreme Being is You.
Mountaintip: "Alan Watts I Am This Universe"
If you know that "I", in the sense of the person, the front, the ego, it really doesn't exist. Then...it won't go to your head too badly, if you wake up and discover that you're God.
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Halloween Haunted House Special
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"...there is no such thing as a horizon. There are only being and beings. The "horizon" is a creature of the intellect, an artificial index finger rather than a real structure." - Graham Harman
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On a bus tour of Victoria, British Columbia; September 22, 2010http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Victoria,_British_ColumbiaFerry through the Gulf Islands40 minute drive into downtown VictoriaScenic drive from Beacon Hill to Oak BayHungry harbour seals at Oak Bay marinaMusic by Von Hash http://soundcloud.com/von-hash
Milestone: 5 years of podcasting
Environ RiotThe teen riot got a bad rapIt was a passion a little bit confusedWe stormed the wall and crushed the cupWe hit the nail and paved the rutObscured in legend, dashed in hopesWe upped the mountains and down the slopesWith a fist of rage we punched it throughWe burned the bridge, now what's left to do?I read about the suicideIt sunk in deep and opened my eyesPathetic screams of desperate soulsPagan daft hate to fill in the holesThe kettle's boiling, adrenaline's rushingNostalgic kiss keeps a retro-girl blushingThe deck is stacked, it's a surefire betFading away into a big screen sunsetWe want the whole nine yardsLike the future is an empty dreamWe sleep all day and dance all nightWe scare the ghost and crash the kiteIt's an inhibition that we set on fireWe're painting the town with sex and desireAre you on a trip? Do you feel real shitty?Envy-struck that your girlfriend's prettyIt's not a miracle drug If the liquid isn't violent greenYou shut off the light and hang up the phoneYou open your mind and let in the unknownIt's a vivid dream, it's a wave of dim blissYou wander the garden outside of the palaceIf you lose control remember what's realBreak out the broken and deal the raw dealThe time bomb hit the crowd hardIt was a fire enough to light the fuseThey crashed the car and beat the roadThey stirred the pot and rocked the boatCloaked in darkness, shadowed heartWe quit the ending and began the startWith determination we'll be on our wayRemember a past we call yesterdayI wonder if I'm killing time?You bang the drum and wake up the nightAnxious kids with paranoid smilesCynical fear that nothing's worthwhileThe tides are turning, these times are changingEverything is subject to constant rearrangingYou forget the details and alter the truthYou label yourself a rebellious youthIt was a deadbeat, jacked up, ass kicking hi-and-runIt was a bonecrush, neckbreak, takedown all-in-oneWe had a counterplan attitude: ripshit, ready to goWe had a rebel rage, street fight, punk riot, set to blowConfined in suburb town, bored and lostThis revolution trend is at what cost?Surrounded by pavement, listless fateParking lot tension, bottled up, repressed teenaged hate
© 1997 Adam Gratrix Foolproof Plan BI'm a rock `n' roll junkie trippin' through the countryJamming to a heartbeat, looking where to rest my feetMet a dirty talking porn star lounging in a strip bar"Tell ya how its gonna be", no-one makes a fool out of meYou can pop me like a pistol, the plan is clear as crystalFill in every single hole, "you say you wanna buy my soul?"Annihilate every shred of truthTo make the back up plan foolproofWe'll save the day and learn to live our lives another wayWe'll run away and live to fight again another dayI'm a rock `n' roll reject chillin' in the projectsDancing to a breakbeat, sleeping here out on the streetI gotta find a new connection, packing for protectionIn and out of alleyways, I'm gonna make it big some dayPerpetrate extortion to save you from abortionI fall into a snake pit, a different day but same old shitEliminate any shade of doubtTo survive with no escape routeWe'll save the day and learn to live our lives another wayWe'll run away and live to fight again another dayI'm a rock `n' roll convert preachin' in the suburbsBitchin' to a deadbeat, waiting for a sucker to cheatIf Jesus is my witness he minds his fucking businessI took her to a cheap motel, everyone's got something to sell"My normal life is boring; the water tastes like chlorineI could fake a suicide and run away if you'll be my guide"
© 2002 Adam Gratrix
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"...the aphasia of that heroic agony of recalling a once loved number leading slip by slipper to a general amnesia of misnomering one's own: next those ars, rrrr!"
- Finnegans Wake
"The mouth that tells not will ever attract the unthinking tongue and so long as the obseen draws theirs which hear not so long till allearth’s dumbnation shall the blind lead the deaf."
Now by memory inspired, turn wheel again to the whole of the wall. Where Gyant Blyant fronts Peannlueamoore There was once upon a wall and a hooghoog wall a was and such a wall-hole did exist. Ere ore or ire in Aaarlund. Or you Dair’s Hair or you Diggin Mosses or your horde of orts and oriorts to garble a garthen of Odin and the lost paladays when all the eddams ended with aves. Armen? The doun is theirs and still to see for menags if he strikes a lousaforitch and we’ll come to those baregazed shoeshines if you just shoodov a second. And let oggs be good old gaggles and Isther Estarr play Yesther Asterr. In the drema of Sorestost Areas, Diseased. A stonehinged gate then was for another thing while the suroptimist had bought and enlarged that shack under fair rental of one yearlyng sheep, (prime) value of sixpence, and one small yearlyng goat (cadet) value of eight-pence, to grow old and happy (hogg it and kidd him) for the re — minants of his years; and when everything was got up for the purpose he put an applegate on the place by no means as some pretext a bedstead in loo thereof to keep out donkeys (the pig-dirt hanging from the jags to this hour makes that clear) and just thenabouts the iron gape, by old custom left open to prevent the cats from getting at the gout, was triplepatlockt on him on purpose by his faithful poorters to keep him inside probably and possibly enaunter he felt like sticking out his chest too far and tempting gracious providence by a stroll on the peoplade’s egg-day, unused as he was yet to being freely clodded." FW Page 69
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Get into a new groove and funk it up!
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