The fire is on house!
we saviour a need!
alas, door we should the open
smoke will the cometh
we options ourselves no leave
if we soul our devil to the sell
and in so doing
soul our give forever
if we hope our lose
and in the stand of face; tyranny
and simply aside move
we options no death but leave
life of death
liberty of death
love of death
us of death
and thus we goodbye our say
to believed that we all
to loved that we all
to live that we all
but if we soul our give;
to the say we man
'we this way it want'
maybe we it survive can.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Mmh. That's right.
"Not factoring climate change into economic forecasts because we "can't see it yet" is like not factoring terrorism into security because we haven't had an attack yet in Australia"You always hear parents, teachers and other various old people saying 'time flies while you're having fun,' or plain old 'time flies,' and you know, I've never been entirely convinced. When you're sitting in a lecture, or on a really long busride, or something else equally as long and painful, time seems to be taking one step forwards, two steps back. In fact, time can on occasions just sit still. But I'm convinced now. Life has, in the past two weeks, simply vanished. It's not even about movement now, it's a flat out disappearing act.
Big Day Out
It has been nearly two weeks now, so memories fade. Oh but beauty remains. Lovely, lovely beauty. Beautiful music/men/emos, they are all still here. Lo, they are. Who did I see? Huuumm... dot point time;
The rest of the day before muse was basically spent ferrying food and goods to people and being stuck in lines to go places. After mychem, pilch and llam were still in the mosh area and rhian tom and i were stuck outside. we watched some of jbt then decided to go and line up for the mosh. OH MY GOD. you'd think after what, like, 13 years of BDO, theyd have worked out a good system for getting people in and out of the mosh and letting people know when it was FULL and not going to be OPEN again. But no, they have the little gate with the little red lights, and a bunch of dickhead security guards who don't do anything except look smug. It took them the WHOLE of jbt, the WHOLE of the killers and MOST of jet for someone to say 'oh, sorry people, no more mosh, the red stays on'. i mean FUCK. what kind of sadist arseholes run that part of it? anyway, i got out of the line after about an hour and found a barrier position for bellamy & co. So rhian and tom and me and standing at the barrier - blah blah jet blah. then there's the early-jet-finish silence. the crowd is pretty rancid at this stage. like, seriously, freaktards are at their all day high. but they are NO match one MUSE start the blazing knights of cydonia. oh, what a glorious opening. i was seriously just going crazy. aaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhh. sooooo amazing. what a way to be. they also played
i missed tool. no, i avoided tool. all those long-haired punch-ready bogans bored me. i went and talked to lovely men from uni. contemplated violent femmes. left.
melbourne update must come tomorrow, during more wakened hours. i slept 12.5 hours last night. so very tired. so little sleep in melb. maybe a total of 36 hrs. it took me 10 seconds just now to work out 6 x 6. waaaah.
VIVA LA MUS(E)ICA!
Big Day Out
It has been nearly two weeks now, so memories fade. Oh but beauty remains. Lovely, lovely beauty. Beautiful music/men/emos, they are all still here. Lo, they are. Who did I see? Huuumm... dot point time;
- Evermore
- Mychem
- JBT
- Jet
- Muse
- A whole lot of people's backs
The rest of the day before muse was basically spent ferrying food and goods to people and being stuck in lines to go places. After mychem, pilch and llam were still in the mosh area and rhian tom and i were stuck outside. we watched some of jbt then decided to go and line up for the mosh. OH MY GOD. you'd think after what, like, 13 years of BDO, theyd have worked out a good system for getting people in and out of the mosh and letting people know when it was FULL and not going to be OPEN again. But no, they have the little gate with the little red lights, and a bunch of dickhead security guards who don't do anything except look smug. It took them the WHOLE of jbt, the WHOLE of the killers and MOST of jet for someone to say 'oh, sorry people, no more mosh, the red stays on'. i mean FUCK. what kind of sadist arseholes run that part of it? anyway, i got out of the line after about an hour and found a barrier position for bellamy & co. So rhian and tom and me and standing at the barrier - blah blah jet blah. then there's the early-jet-finish silence. the crowd is pretty rancid at this stage. like, seriously, freaktards are at their all day high. but they are NO match one MUSE start the blazing knights of cydonia. oh, what a glorious opening. i was seriously just going crazy. aaaarrrrrrgggghhhhhh. sooooo amazing. what a way to be. they also played
- starlight
- supermassive
- map of the problematique
- plug in baby (!!!!)(favourite muse song!)
- newborn
- time is running out
- hysteria
- butterflies
- stockholm
i missed tool. no, i avoided tool. all those long-haired punch-ready bogans bored me. i went and talked to lovely men from uni. contemplated violent femmes. left.
melbourne update must come tomorrow, during more wakened hours. i slept 12.5 hours last night. so very tired. so little sleep in melb. maybe a total of 36 hrs. it took me 10 seconds just now to work out 6 x 6. waaaah.
VIVA LA MUS(E)ICA!
Saturday, February 03, 2007
At 4am.
There is a sense of irony when one is awake at 4am, having to be awake for the entire day coming and having been tired just a few hours before drinking about a litre of red bull, and listening to insomniac music. Or at least that's how I see Cog. They keep me company when I drive home late at night. Doors (Now and again my life feels like it's going nowhere) is quite a stroke of mastery when it comes to sequential and insomniac-comforting music. Vraiment, a lot of this makes no sense. But there isn't a whole lot one is able to do, when one cannot make sense of the reason for not making sense.
The circularity of unnatural waking hours is also an interesting phenomena that should I ever be one concerned with the workings of the human mind, I should like to investigate. That circularity being the wake-wake-wake-wake-fitfulsleep-wake cycle that eventually leads to the mad and trance-like state that insomniacs find themselves in.
I found this quote
It's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don't know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. Three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. Perhaps that's why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! A "bad night" is not always a bad thing. ~Brian W. Aldis
to be of no help. whatsoever. maybe a little. in fact it's quite true, the idea that it is when we have nothing else to think about that we have such clarity of mind. i am visited by bizarre and often ungainly thoughts in my realms of sleep. when i am falling asleep, i often find i am in the company of people, of things, of entities, that seem so very real, yet so very dream like. i wonder if they are my subconscious, or what. i don't really know what else. it's like i know things, am told things, and am subconsciously aware of them, with no real idea what it is i am knowing, or being told, or becoming aware of. i can't begin to explain what this is without sounding absolutely crazy, so i shan't try. not for the fear of crazy thing, just for the fact that i can't actually explain it. when i am sleeping, my dreams are so real, so vivid. i live in my dreams, but i am so much not who i am. if anything in my dreams, i am undefined, i don't have an identity, a me. it is a liberating thing, being free from restrictive labels and preconceptions, from expectations. it is in my dreams that i'm free, yet - oh, oh, irony dancing on a table with little clothing and less inhibitions - it is all trapped inside my little, little head.
then, at 5am, i get here, tired as all shit, ready to beat myself into a pulp, the ugly taste of red bull and jager sitting heavy at the back of my throat, speaking in tongues to friends of old. in some hours, i will be going to play through the annals of music history, then to dine finely, to fuck, to who knows what, to sleep, to get up and go. i grow weary at the thought. oh, i want to weep, but my tear ducts dried up trying to lubricate my eyes as they kept blinking, going, blinking more. ow. my eyes.
The circularity of unnatural waking hours is also an interesting phenomena that should I ever be one concerned with the workings of the human mind, I should like to investigate. That circularity being the wake-wake-wake-wake-fitfulsleep-wake cycle that eventually leads to the mad and trance-like state that insomniacs find themselves in.
I found this quote
It's at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don't know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. Three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. Perhaps that's why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! A "bad night" is not always a bad thing. ~Brian W. Aldis
to be of no help. whatsoever. maybe a little. in fact it's quite true, the idea that it is when we have nothing else to think about that we have such clarity of mind. i am visited by bizarre and often ungainly thoughts in my realms of sleep. when i am falling asleep, i often find i am in the company of people, of things, of entities, that seem so very real, yet so very dream like. i wonder if they are my subconscious, or what. i don't really know what else. it's like i know things, am told things, and am subconsciously aware of them, with no real idea what it is i am knowing, or being told, or becoming aware of. i can't begin to explain what this is without sounding absolutely crazy, so i shan't try. not for the fear of crazy thing, just for the fact that i can't actually explain it. when i am sleeping, my dreams are so real, so vivid. i live in my dreams, but i am so much not who i am. if anything in my dreams, i am undefined, i don't have an identity, a me. it is a liberating thing, being free from restrictive labels and preconceptions, from expectations. it is in my dreams that i'm free, yet - oh, oh, irony dancing on a table with little clothing and less inhibitions - it is all trapped inside my little, little head.
then, at 5am, i get here, tired as all shit, ready to beat myself into a pulp, the ugly taste of red bull and jager sitting heavy at the back of my throat, speaking in tongues to friends of old. in some hours, i will be going to play through the annals of music history, then to dine finely, to fuck, to who knows what, to sleep, to get up and go. i grow weary at the thought. oh, i want to weep, but my tear ducts dried up trying to lubricate my eyes as they kept blinking, going, blinking more. ow. my eyes.
Sometimes, these things are surprisingly accurate...
 | You scored as The Vine. In Celtic astrology, you're a Vine (not everything on the zodiac is a tree). The animal symbol that accompanies this plant is the swan. The ancient Druids say Vine people are graceful, discriminating, perceptive, romantic and have good aesthetics. However, Vines may be prone to procrastination and anxiety. They may also appear emotionally detached or even stuck-up.
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