Gobbledigook

Wild naked people running around to a rather chaotic yet harmonic mix of guitars, a synthesiser and a nicely topped beat on a deserted island. A mixture of random syllables thrown in like oregano on pizza[or for those who prefer it chilli flakes.{ and for a list of further such non suitable analogies --- http://www.thesneeze.com/mt-archives/cat_steve_dont_eat_it.php } mwuhahahahahahahah]. Think its beautiful? I'm guessing you think it is. Well,even if you don't its still my blog and you reading this acknowledges that you are reading what i think. Well i think its beautiful.

In a rather similar manner, thought processes seem to function around this crazy non deserted island where people run around in a frenzy displaying their naked hatred and ignorance in a rather proud manner, and to top off the list of chaotic harmonies they create through thumping bodies and thumping of rather empty heads or, maybe to be more politically right i would say heads thinking only in one direction. You might say i am going against one of my earlier mentioned beliefs, but that's the whole point isn't it.

Half of what has been promised in order to gain trust and confidence is nothing more than random syllables thrown around.

Times like these I wish i was actually a jedi, maybe even a sith lord, use the force choke on those filling our heads with this nonsensical propaganda, all filled with the vile filth that the conflicting ideologies want to throw at each other. Nothing more than an attempt to build deeper and filthier piles of insults and incidents they can throw at each other. Why not at some point look in the pit and see the filth they seem to be covering themselves with and the odour of their brains rotting in their truly unidirectional head.

Battlegrounds were not intended to be battlegrounds, but they did end up becoming one didn't they. So we do really now what an academic institution is actually meant to be, or in this context rather a different context one that can be known only be me an[mwuhahahahahaha] do we know what this really is.

So wonder why shine boards? remember those days as a kid when you just observed billbooards pass you by in the night filled with random information that you would never realise was so useful, but one that you always thought was pointless, well this is something along those lines im guessing at the moment. The very nature of this blog would contradict it in its entirety and establish the fact that we seem to be living paradoxes at all times.

So i crawl further down the hole and i ask why am i crawling down a hole, shouldn't i just be dropping down. well i guess gravity was running around with gollum yelling my precious[trade secret, gravity was responsible for the destruction of the ring as well as the ending of the Lord of the Rings and trilogy.][so for all those who hated aragon and hated him becoming a king i suggest you deal with gravity] Technically then shouldn't our ideas also go down why float. Stupid question yes i know, but that seems to be the attitude of those in charge, similar to the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Mauled by a white rabbit. really? how do i know it wasn't a gentle affectionate scratch. Well i guess its because I'm writing this i know.

Step !ing

Oops did i hold the shift button while i pressed 1? Hmmm looks like i did. But surprisingly the idea of using the backspace or the delete key doesn't seem to occur to me. Going back and trying to correct things does seem rather pointless doesn't it?. So even though i want to correct the previous statement about going back and correcting statements, i'm still going to go ahead and write.

Living in a place where your thoughts reign supreme is a kind of utopia in a lot of ways. At the same time it can also be considered an aboslute[and yes i mean absolute] pain.

"Angels on the sideline,
Baffled and confused.
Father blessed them all with reason.
And this is what they choose.
And this is what they choose..."
-Tool

It does seem to make sense doesn't it? Of course it does, if you have been mauled by a white rabbit that is, everything seems so contextless, but for those of us who still depend on them old haggly contexts let me try and place this a little better.

So lets assume we imagine this imaginary place which is like an old rickety post that hangs between a park and a carnival in a desert in the middle of the ocean. That makes no sense does it now? well thats pretty much how it is around the place i'm writing from. There is an illusion of great intellectual progress around this place, especially among those who pioneer the art of writing/reading or maybe even people who subscribe to a rather paradoxical ideology especially since our dear friend democracy seems to have taken off on a rather jolly gay picnic drinking pan galactic gargle blasters on tatooine watching the two suns set.

Getting back to the point which seems to be free floating in a variety of forms is the complete stupid form democracy seems to have taken on campus, physical strenght becomes a symbol of unity, and brainless support the fashion of the day. I saw a sale which said "let us wash your brain out with sulphuric acid and be the COOLEST around here! [p.s. your brain has no feeling so we promise you will not feel a thing]"

Its a long and winding hole these choices or rather illusion of choices seem to be taking us on leading us further and further into the ever shrinking rabbit hole of freedom[or the illusion of it] and then letting us blow up.

Sometimes i wonder what it takes for people to see the white rabbit?

Oops there he is again,

"Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!"