totally pc

So after not having a laptop fro a long time a rather sexy PC has arrived, it's loud :). All courseworks are in and now it's revision time for exams, or something. Family and Rachel come over on Sat night, that was bloody messy. I have nothing of deep meaning to write today; but I hope you are okay.

I thought of a story I'm gonna write over the summer if I can be arse. It's about how really rich people buy the average person and shape their lives and play complex games and it's all very subliminal and twisted, but I haven't thought of how etc just the idea that advertising shaped people's decision makings but going that one step further.

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followers

Okay so since I last wrote this blog went over the 2,000 hits mark, awesome. Some people have started to 'follow' I dunno what happens when you 'follow' I imagine an email or something every time I post, so hi to you.

So what have I done in this blog? Poetry, questioning things and supplying nice pictures. However I haven't really achieved anything other than self belief that I'm a bit bizzare at times, I don't own much materialistically compared to Bill Gates, thought I haven't invented anything except dance moves and new drug combinations. Haven't morally achieved anything, like survived cancer or shit like that. I have achieved a few life-long friends, but they already know this. I've achieved a broad overview of different social circumstances, but I'm sure a lot of people have. Blah blah blah I wanna do something great. I don't care about the credit for doing it, I don't really care about the circumstances of how it's done; to know that you helped or created something amazing. I wont be curing cancer or at the picket-line of a pointless need for revolution, maybe I'll write a book, or represent an iconic thing. I think I have it in me. Or maybe I'll just doss my life and become some shitty memory where I achieved no greater good outside my immediate connections. I don't get why people stick to one minded thinking such as Marxism, no real self ideal just sort of following, pretending to lead, and following again. This is your life, write your own socialist book bitch. Not even science is objectionable knowledge. Variety is the spice of life and all that bullshit.

PC arrives on Monday, thank god :], Easters nearly among us like a rampant rabbit in some sort of horny rage, time flies too quick but life's pretty good. Bit of a shit post but I aint Plato!

there is no fixed state

There is no fixed state;
no love no hate;
no destiny no fate;
stop being so au fait.

Sylvia said it best;
you're not the living;
you're the rest.

Time clicks by and you don't even see it;
I'm no fancy poet;
I'm the first to admit.

But look at the starts, the sea and the sun;
Their everlasting metaphors have all the fun;
we sit, we sleep, we shit, we weep;
the sun warms the water as they laugh at our heap.

'They don't know what they're missing' said the star from way up high;
you can write, you can sing, you can criticize, you can sigh;
but to answer this statement we can only say 'aye'.

We adore the birds, so free in the sky;
But I hate heights so I don't care if they die;
The elephants roam free in the African wild;
While we encage and suppress our stupid child;

Anthromorphology is not for me;
no metaphor or poem will describe what I can't see;
so take with this poem no enlightened soul;
and continue your life as a darkened blind mole;

Speeches don't speak a thousands stories;
just full stops, half-ryhms and intentional pauses;

let us die with shame as we fail on our two feet;
this is what they want;
you never left the teet.