Blind taste tests need not remain exclusively the province of ads for drinks.
Conduct them yourself, on yourself, have some fun, and maybe even learn something!
If I just press down the keys hard enough, then they will understand, right?
Most debilitating is when I try to stop for a moment and attend to the actual obtaining circumstances of my own life. I can’t help seeing my collection of problems and challenges for what they are, ludicrously simple, laughable unimportant, and the opposite of urgent. I must find a way to do it anyway.
Sipping coffee, taking in the view. A few school age children waiting for a ride. “Nice smiles…they’re ready for the day” This suddenly pushed out by new thought “What if someone comes up and starts shooting them?” Now I’m crying, ready to stand in front of them, but from which direction?
GodDamnIt!
Don’t think of it as falling. Think of it as a forced advance on the ground, and you can’t miss! ♜
Do you know what you ask kids? “What do you think you’re doing?”
Do you know what you ask grown-ups? “What are you doing?”
Do you know why? Because grown-ups know and kids think they know.
And, yeah, I know I’m a kid sometimes… [ kicks at the dirt, head bowed ] ….
12XU & Mr. Suit = Job Well Done
“I’m the operator, with my pocket calculator.”
— Kraftwerk, Computer World, 1981
Hey, all you death cult fux, ghoul icons, and your buddies in com, gov & mil, it’s BK here— ‘cept, I’m gonna have it my way. It’s not veiled, it’s just general purpose; given the chance I will expose and invert you. This also includes your rape and intimidation subsidiaries.
[edit: jurisdictional clarification. ]
Shimmy Shimmy
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