Monday, February 18, 2013

Considerable Losses (19:19)

"...The function of the media has never been to eliminate the evils of the world, no! Their job is to persuade us to accept those evils and get used to living with them, the powers to be want us to be passive observers [do you've got a match?], and they haven't given us any other options outside the occasional purely symbolic participatory act of voting! Do you want the puppet in the right or the puppet on the left? I feel that the time has come to project my own inadequacies and dissatisfaction’s into the sociopolitical and scientific schemes, let my own lack of a voice be heard..."


Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Dangst

“This is a normal strand of hair, you see... but for us, it can also be an antenna, Dangst contains organic microchips which embed themselves so deep into our subject skull, this affords us full access to the vision and auditory senses, and... hold down your hats... every word a person thinks...”

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

International Women's Day

"It is 2011 and a man is still likely to earn more money than a woman even when doing the same job, you have a far better chance of entering political office or becoming a company director, has a man you’re less likely to be judged for promiscuous behavior which is just as well frankly, and hardly any chance of falling victim to sexual assault, and unlike the thirty thousand women in the UK who loose their jobs annually due to pregnancy there will be virtually no risk to your career if you chose to become a parent or became one accidentally, for someone with such a fondness for women I wonder if you ever considered what it might be like to be one.

The world has changed but the numbers remain stacked against us, women are responsible for two thirds of the work done world wide yet earn any ten percent of the total income and owe one percent of the property, it’s not just about money and power, every year seventy million girls are deprived of even a basic education and a staggering sixty million are sexually assaulted on their way to school, we‘re afraid to walk the streets at night yet some of us are even more afraid to return to our own homes, at least one in four are victims of domestic violence, and every week two women in the UK are killed by a current or former partner, so... are we equals? Until the answer is yes we must never stop asking."

Monday, March 7, 2011

1366 x 768

I tend to believe that every little occurrence is intertwined, every granular aspect in our life dials for an answer, forwarding comments and expecting acceptance while diverting attention, there is an abysmal risk for mistakenly introducing utter nonsense into this formula, judgmental seniority depicts the absence of emotional pursuits, someone willing to love inadvertently calls back for past experiences, defining love is somewhat of a questionable endeavour, something which grows parallel within your own lively being, it’s a constant variable administered throughout our lives even if we aren’t suppose to know about it’s underlining simulations, some allow themselves to elaborate scenarios about rudimentary acquisitions for posteriority, developing a thirst not for the absolute but for uncertainty, this is something that few of us admire or are capable of, by transposing the thicken barrier which obliges us to attribute a need for consumption we are already stepping ahead into the transparent value of real felt feedback, I was fortuned enough to be subjected to a delicacy in the form of a doubt which unveiled something of an interesting follow up I had been thinking about for a long period of my life, again love, the orchestrated dance where meaning denounces the importance for assembling every segment of pairs or groups depending always on the realm of existing love gender, this conundrum presented itself by focusing on the need for this sentiment by differencing between reality and virtual perceived love, I answered by recollecting my own observations, that love is an intangible realization, and that we use our body as a vessel for experimenting with this specific feeling, concluding that a virtual idiom could be similar to it’s real equivalent, I believe that technology abruptly forced itself into our homes indiscriminately handling this new possibility for tangent intimacy without the inherent physical nuisances, there’s no established guarantee that this approach signifies more than of it’s curricular opponent, or vice versa. In this everlasting reign of possibilities writers present themselves to the eventuality of finding some sense of proximity to others, perhaps more closely than everybody else, they are the adventurous ones for whom persistence remains unlocked.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Adapted - [Mono]logue

1) - This inability for crying dismisses all the hidden tears pertaining sentimental battles, my refusal for letting go altogether redefines the demand for emotional bursts, I cried over deathbeds missing the once awaken essence that I cared for, I cry for my wrongfully accusations against loved ones, but these tear ducts of mine are locked real tight until I’m undoubtedly alone, these moments arrive whenever I’m in exile, usually triggered by words present in lyrics or frames in a cinematic endeavor, this is where I get my warm cup of comfort, stupid movies, stupid songs which reflect my precious sightseeing guaranteed as a retribution in a world of artificial people acting temporarily as real people, this is where I comeback every time, to an expedition of one to two hours boxed out love, hate and sorrow, I’ve given up on outsiders who carry their phobias around, their limitations, their special quotes created to induce pain in others, I loved to hate them for a while but then I started to educate myself in pitying their patents on ignorance, I quit laughing knowing that this could hurt someone else, this introduced new means of creating an ability, now I can find beauty in men and women alike, but while my perception of beauty in men deals with character, courage, values, and facial recognizance, my love for women acknowledges their own mysterious perception of emotions accordingly to their surroundings and special entanglement in relationships, this is not worshiping, it’s valuing.

2) - While women feel that men should be more sensitive to their surroundings, most of them teach their children not to cry like little girls, fathers certainly participate by saying things like “Butch up! You’re a man!”, I was raised by my mother and it was she that teached me to hide my sensitivity, she also suffered by having been raised this way and became one of those mothers that doesn’t display any sort of affection while dealing with young children, she failed to deliver positive remarks for my school grades or anything else, when I experienced sex for the first time I was ashamed of my sexuality and my own body, and this created a serious lack of self esteem, It lasted for two years, there was only one person in my life with whom I felt comfortable enough to deviate the attention from my own list of body little annoyances. In this relationship I was bluntly accused of being obsessed with sex, that I couldn’t live without sex, I laughed without giving her a smile or even a smirk because this was at the nearly end, and words couldn’t offend me anymore, I love the sound of caring words, whispering, talking into a mouth, I love kissing, I love hugging, I love spooning, I love touching, caressing hair, lips, bosoms, ears, nose, tongue, I love a woman’s silhouette, I love to do a full scan throughout the entire body, the erogenous areas, I love female pleasure and all it’s derivative constructs, I love sex, but sex is only a fragment of all of this, I’m not a machine and I can’t get motivated for exchanging any of these things mechanically, there’s one fundamental aspect that I always point out about making love, that my own pleasure increases by giving it away more than getting in return, there’s no arrogance, no selfishness in bed, and when there is, you are fighting against the tides pursuing the wrong person, there are lots of women who never experienced orgasms, female ejaculation, only because they are so accustomed to having selfish partners that they don’t care anymore, this is just a small piece of the cake pertaining relationships, but it’s probably the most important bit, exchanging experiences by delivering yourself completely to the other person.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Invisible Suture

Postponing trustful terminology about reality and skewing away from direct feedback requests is very likely to happen online, people fake commiseration just to receive their special brand of cocktail consciousness daily dosage, the addictive practicality based on knowing who’s on the other side of the room is a mere illusion, a jubilee presentation with a traumatic foreclosure, figuring out a orchestrated concept of “them” is hardly a problematic process, annotations about a rhythm of life, prospects for employment, family ties and all sorts of specifications on brothers, sisters, carnivorous plants and furry encased fauna... this is the phenomenal beautification of virtual appetizers, handling out the invitations required for flavoring the emptiness of a boosted up “self” esteem, nothing matters anymore, expect extroverted packages, tender characteristics, cleverness and ease of mind, all of this because there’s no pondering, no newly disturbing proximity of inner thoughts triggered when two people engage in a conversation (real life), the delay we are accustomed to when practicing well directed appropriate responses is gone, thrown out the window, alternative routes aren't required...or are they? Am I wrong?