Sunday, August 30, 2015


one of our more influential profs would say, "I don't know." quite a bit. the student would ask a questions, and he would reply, "oh... ... I don't know..."

he would inevitably answer the question with more questions. 

that's good stuff. 

that kind of preface seemed admirable.

so... we've adopted this into our own dialectic. 

it's difficult to discuss nihilism without mentioning 'belief'. for the earnest nihilist rejects everything. it's not just simple dis-'belief'.

dis-belief would assumes there's some-thing after the hyphen.

there is not. 

so how does one discuss nihilism without lending credence towards belief?

furthermore can one remain nihilist, while espousing nihilism? 

before the dialogue even begins, there are assumptions...

the words,

"I believe in [blank]."


"I don't believe in [blank]."

already accepts the basic premise of the word "belief". so how does one reject it, without ever uttering the word itself? particularly when the word so closely matches other words used to discuss it..?

we've always preferred the term 'value' over 'belief'. value seems to get to the root of things easier (and it doesn't go off accidentally like the loaded gun that is the latter). even the most mild-mannered persons can get very defensive and irate when their beliefs are challenged. yet, seem open-minded to discuss the value of things. also, value seems more appropriate to the discourse since it comes 'before the hyphen' so to speak. in other words, we are not discussing the 'what' of belief, but the 'how'...

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

perchance to dream

wide awake, we climb into the new bed, with a new book, knowing that there's old tasks left undone.

outside there's only discomfort, pain, and burdens. we can squirm in a chair and suffer through the rantings of another ontological orangutan, or lie-down and enjoy the sweet lullaby of nothing.

why choose to stand when one can sit? why choose to sit when one can lie-down? why be awake when one can sleep? Why talk? Why move?

perhaps, like the light makes the dark, and the dark makes the day - the agonies of being upright, and picking the fleas off a fellow-ape, make for more leisure... later?

never postpone leisure. bank it! we never will know when calamity will strike and we'll have to endure a foray into displeasurable commerce with another homo-erectus. 

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

my bitch is ironic

full-circle: back to grinding out subsistence, in the same occupation (that catapulted us into service some 20 years past).

and we're exactly the same as we were then. still plagued by phantom ambition. still moping through the drudgery of filth & stink. it's hot, loud, and boringasfuck.

irony is not a subtle bitch either. 

not only is said misery exactly the same, but it's in the precisely same location. the names have changed (including ours) but everything else has not. 

yet now there's actual physical pain to accompany the slow-death-by-hourly-wage. the ache once only felt in this spirit is now deep within the bones and its crying out feebly for mercy. 

Saturday, June 27, 2015


there is a reluctance to write anything anymore, (having endured many forced confessions). 

work. eat. sleep. shit. repeat.

if genetics are any indication, then the countdown's been set for 2030 before memories begin to slip away...

fifteen years left. 

what to do?

what to do?

Thursday, May 14, 2015

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Just reviewing your day here, wondering where and when you may have misspoke, or put your foot in your mouth. Perhaps you were a little abrasive with some esoteric comments about humans? "Hairless-apes" is maybe a dialogue better reserved for academia and not a celebration (with impressionable young minds present). Although, you’re pretty sure M*** tunes you out most times, you should nevertheless endeavor to mind your words in the future. E.g., you could add that these views in no way diminish the majesty and beauty of life witnessed and appreciate everyday.

Like the rocks, trees, and flowers...

Do you feel inadequate when outnumbered? Cuz' you don't work and rely so heavily on others for support? Do you compensate by being bombastic and loquacious? Or fear being judged for lack of ambition and attempt to occlude listlessness with idealistic rationalizations about the futility of existence, and the obsolescence of being?

Truth is you don't know shit from Shinola.

Yes. You can discuss loads of useless ideas. However, when it comes to functioning in polite society you are still very immature. On top of that you crave approval (which creates a lot of dissonance). this is evident when you go from silent-brooding to abrasive-pontificating after a few cups of coffee.

Anyways, thinking of myself, and how much I’ve got on my plate. It reminds me of the [redacted]. How you struggled to cope those 4 measly years. Maybe it's a weak analogy? I remember you (about halfway through the commitment) believing considering that, “someday all this would be a memory." Well it's been 13 years since you got out, and now you look back fondly. Even the shitty parts bring you solace today. So, when I’m down in the dumps, and maybe [redacted] acting-out, or stuck in traffic, and the house a mess, I hack into the moment. I focus singularly on the task at hand +/or discover something beautiful to appreciate. I too remember that “someday this will all be a memory."

So make good memories.

Monday, May 11, 2015

You've been alive for:

1262347479 ~Seconds

21039125 ~Minutes

350652.1 ~Hours

14610 Days

2087 Weeks

480.02 Months

40 Years