Date:	2004-01-09 16:36
Subject:	sha la la la la ladee dah
Security:	Public
Mood:	grateful
Music:	lucille - little richard

Every day is new knowledge.

Today I learned about strength by association, and how it relates to individuality. I learned about the magnetics of brilliance. How starfuckers latch onto stronger people that they think will propel them into something greater than their own sum.

The truest beauty lies within one’s self. Fucking cliché as fuck. But to try and affect another’s beauty with one’s own lack thereof or to try and commit thievery of someone else’s beauty for one’s self will only lead to disharmonized chaos.

I learned about the virtue of letting go – that to relinquish control will allow things to actually happen for you. Stop intervening in the universe’s balance and a comfortable state of stasis will be had.

Sometimes you hang onto something so tightly that by the time you open your hand, it’s been crushed to death.

Date:	2004-01-07 14:51
Subject:	for fucking fuck's sake
Security:	Public
Mood:	annoyed
Music:	fm modulation

Desire is a motherfucker. Desire, itself, is beauty IN itself. Desire’s wantoness is such a commanding element that when left unfulfilled it leaves one with all the intensity of it’s promised fulfillment. To perpetually want is much more precious than always having. Peaches are sweeter. Chords calculate themselves. Girls are prettier.

And LOVE. Jesus. Where do I start? My place is to be a thunderous messenger of love. I have an obligation to BE love, to broadcast the highest frequency of divine that channels THROUGH me, the beauty that’s on temporary lease to me…

Entire cinematic odysseys of calculated improvisation splice my synapses when I think about these things. Which probably explains my inability to really SAY what I mean.

Date:	2004-01-03 01:00
Subject:	gone gone gone
Security:	Public
Mood:	melancholy
Music:	silence

yup. gone.

Date:	2004-01-01 17:13
Subject:	eine kleine nu musik
Security:	Public
Mood:	exanimate
Music:	a quarter to midnight - me

something sings through me.

Date:	2004-01-01 13:32
Subject:	happy freakin new year's
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative
Music:	pretty boy crossover - skip rope

the new year is illusory.  it's based on an archaic linear concept that disallows quantum mechanizations and has an inhibiting effect on all other general principles of physics.  see, the thing is, they all think they got it figured out with their nanotechnology and the like, but they havent even begun to entertain the notions of the hyperreal.  the idea that we exist in a three dimensional world and that the only things that are real are those that can be perceived visually and aurully and that all of it can be calculated by some humanistically simplified mathematical equation and that event A happened on such and such date and so and so was shot 40 solar orbits before then and blah blah blah is BLATANTLY FUCKING RETARDED.  it restrains the individual from embracing the formula that will eventually lead to ultimate realization.

YOU NEED TO SEE EVERYTHING AT ONCE.

RIGHT NOW DOESNT MATTER BECAUSE IT'S ALREADY GONE.  RIGHT NOW DOES NOT EXIST. 

SOMEDAY CITIES WILL TUMBLE, AIR WILL RUN OUT, WE WILL ALL MOVE LIKE LIGHT, AND IT WILL BEGIN ANEW.

but, not that my saying any of this matters.  i am an insginifcant part of the universe's ultimate goal.  i am a misplucked note in the universe's symphony.

not that that troubles me either, though.  i will gladly be the anyeuritic vein in the great cosmic brain.

and yet, even as such, it is more likely that my contributions will align themselves with things like melancholoy, euphoria, and solace.  i will present them to the world to be spat at and shit upon, so that my tribe may find me. 

what i meant to say was, fuck this shit.  

that and im so totally dissatisfied with the music that i've been making. 

ciao for now.

it should be noted that le michel did not cyberwhore or fellate anyone to modify the ambiance of this here livejournal.  he's not like that.  no, sir.

now, lets fuck with the colors.  :)

in das meantime, i leave you with something scribed from earlier today.  er, yesterday.  yeah, that's it.

I’ll gather you a legion of sychophants to beg the privelege of servitude.  I’ll command armies and oceans to rise up against the shores of ugly and convert the natives to idolatrous worship of you you you.  I’ll spike the water supply with hallucinatory inhibitions and cannonize those that claim visions of you.  You will be neo-mythological. A collector of galaxies and matriarch to a new species of lustful artists and philosophers.  I’ll make them build machines that rearrange the cosmos into constellation portraits of you, and you’ll BURN BURN BURN all through the night onto the citizenry, reminding them of your timeless gorgeousness, much like the way you have blazed into my head.

Date:	2003-12-31 16:48
Subject:	what the fuck
Security:	Public
Mood:	devious
Music:	KZLA (ugh)

ok, so im jumping on the bandwagon and started a livejournal, but i cant seem to customize this bitch. do i have to pay? is it a racket? do i need nudies of the coders? who does someone have to blow to customize their journal?

in any case. this is going to be a new linkie linkie from anomalyblvd.com

i could speak in codes and use 007 cryptographics to illustrate the fucking circus-like headtrip that is minute to minute inside my brain, but KNOW THIS:

YOU DONT KNOW SHIT!

forget what you think you know every twenty minutes or so and i do believe you will be in good shape. embrace infantile awe and approach everything like it was the first time. stop being so gotdamned jaded!

tattly tootles.