Эоната | URBAN DECAY

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We’re so self-important. So self-important. Everybody’s going to save something now. “Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save those snails.” And the greatest arrogance of all: save the planet. What? Are these fucking people kidding me?

I’m getting tired of that shit. Tired of that shit. I’m tired of fucking Earth Day, I’m tired of these self-righteous environmentalists, these white, bourgeois liberals who think the only thing wrong with this country is there aren’t enough bicycle paths... Besides, environmentalists don’t give a shit about the planet. They don’t care about the planet. Not in the abstract they don’t. You know what they’re interested in? A clean place to live. Their own habitat. They’re worried that some day in the future, they might be personally inconvenienced. Narrow, unenlightened self-interest doesn’t impress me.

Besides, there is nothing wrong with the planet. Nothing wrong with the planet. The planet is fine. The PEOPLE are fucked. Difference. Difference. The planet is fine. Compared to the people, the planet is doing great. Been here four and a half billion years. Did you ever think about the arithmetic? The planet has been here four and a half billion years. We’ve been here, what, a hundred thousand? Maybe two hundred thousand? And we’ve only been engaged in heavy industry for a little over two hundred years. Two hundred years versus four and a half billion…And we think some plastic bags, and some aluminum cans are going to make a difference? The planet…the planet…the planet isn’t going anywhere. WE ARE!

We’re going away. Pack your shit, folks. We’re going away. And we won’t leave much of a trace, either. Thank God for that. Maybe a little styrofoam. Maybe. A little styrofoam. The planet’ll be here and we’ll be long gone. Just another failed mutation. Just another closed-end biological mistake. An evolutionary cul-de-sac. The planet’ll shake us off like a bad case of fleas. A surface nuisance.

You wanna know how the planet’s doing? Ask those people at Pompeii, who are frozen into position from volcanic ash, how the planet’s doing. You wanna know if the planet’s all right, ask those people in Mexico City or Armenia or a hundred other places buried under thousands of tons of earthquake rubble, if they feel like a threat to the planet this week. Or how about those people in Kilowaia, Hawaii, who built their homes right next to an active volcano, and then wonder why they have lava in the living room.

The planet will be here for a long, long, LONG time after we’re gone, and it will heal itself, it will cleanse itself, ’cause that’s what it does. It’s a self-correcting system.

The air and the water will recover, the earth will be renewed, and if it’s true that plastic is not degradable, well, the planet will simply incorporate plastic into a new pardigm: the earth plus plastic. The earth doesn’t share our prejudice towards plastic. Plastic came out of the earth. The earth probably sees plastic as just another one of its children. Could be the only reason the earth allowed us to be spawned from it in the first place. It wanted plastic for itself. Didn’t know how to make it. Needed us. Could be the answer to our age-old egocentric philosophical question, “Why are we here?” Plastic…asshole.

Well, that’s a poetic note. And it’s a start. And I can dream, can’t I? See I don’t worry about the little things: bees, trees, whales, snails. I think we’re part of a greater wisdom than we will ever understand. A higher order. Call it what you want. Know what I call it? The Big Electron. The Big Electron…whoooa. Whoooa. Whoooa. It doesn’t punish, it doesn’t reward, it doesn’t judge at all. It just is. And so are we. For a little while.

~George Carlin~

Colin Fiske Vintage Series

Аз не съм някакъв върл фен на скейтбординга по принцип, но тоя клип определено си заслужава. Заради едита, музиката, ретро стила, черно-бялото и въобще цялата концепция. Видеото просто радва, Е! Ако се радвате на ретроградни психиделик изпълнения естествено...сааа някой може да се кефи на HD, знам ли?

Birthday shortstory...

Вечерта винаги, задължително започва с характерна,смела консумация на напитки и мезета... хаотично събеседване и... цигари - много цигари...


В един даден момент плавно се групират двойки, може и тройки по интереси...

Понякога, когато интересите се изчерпат или вниманието се загуби - ПО-ИНТЕРЕСНИ могат се окажат игрите, да кажем "creative experiments"

така наречените - рожден ден art instalations

Т'ва момче, силно убедено, че не обича да бъде снимано, опита да се разправи с мен и респективно с фото устройството ми (един вид с телефона ми). Разбира се успях да се измъкна благодарение на мигновена, ловка реакция и случката бързо бе забравена... Развалена се оказа само прическата ми, която лесно дойде на мястото си понеже не бях ползвал фиксатори ;) ohhh yeaaah....

Nice portret, nice haircut...not so fresh look but...това е само илюзия!

Хората се връщат от магазина с още бира, а аз май си тръгвам на границата на доброто впечатление :) , за да се добера до вкъщи с кълба и салта...

CutTheShitOut

Попаднах на един стар текст в блога на пловдивското CMS CREW(Clear Minded Stream), който бях чел преди години. Може би това е по-обновена версия - не съм сигурен, но има силни думи,затова реших, че е добре да го припомним ;)

CutTheShitOut

Published by cms-ultra

Everyday I see people in the streets. People wasting what God has given them and taken from others. Just the though of people who cannot walk, talk, hear or see makes me shiver and yet again others are wasting away their abilities. Empty life led around the 9 to 5 working schedule, work, walk, talk like machines, living the empty consumer way, finding happiness in watching television all night or visiting the same old places every Friday just to say they are going out. Living like machines, working like ants, obeying like sheep, thinking and talking as if they are reading from a list. Noone needs to imprison people for obedience anymore, people are already imprisoned in their minds. When dead, finished, forgotten, just replaced with the same obedient machines. The blind see more than them, the deaf hear more, the paralyzed move more and the dumb say more with their body than any other human of those will. Everyday I see people in the streets. People wasting their lives , laying wasted on the ground. Wasting away the gift of clear thought, wasting away the purity of their mind, body and soul. Not counting time day by day but fix by fix. Lying to themselves that they are solving problems like this, lying to others that this is a disease. Useless scum when alive, heroes to their society when dead. Weak-minded individuals who have been smashed by life? Life tries to fuck with everyone every now and then¦ the strong survive the weak fade away. Everyday I see people in the streets. People wasting their lives in doing something meaningless, senseless. Repeating the pointless everyday cycle of shopping, talking and clubbing. Wasting every given second in gossip and mindless development of simple intrigues. Life in expectation of death. One once said that great minds talked about people, ordinary minds talked about event and low minds talked about people. Senseless gossip on the way to death “ lying to themselves that they are happy just because they smile. When life becomes unfashionable they will be the first to die.

Everyday I see people in the streets. People wasting their lives trying to convince themselves that they will achieve significance through wearing unfashionable clothes or listening to underground music. Running away from truth wont help them escape the inevitable. There is no such thing as antifashion. What is underground for commercial fashion is fashionable for the underground society, underground fashion? Being different is not different anymore. Even creativity is not creative, doing something just because it is different? Eating shit is different too, do you want to be creative that way? Everyday I see people in the streets. People wasting their lives trying to help others who do not deserve it. Trying to change the world. People who will never find true happiness , having their live devoted to helping the ungrateful scum people in our contemporary society are not saints but fools , for nature has her own way of separating the better. People need to learn how to look after themselves. Noone will solve their problems for them. They must learn that they mean nothing to this world the ones worth living for are friends. Learn to stand your ground. The only sincere happiness lies within ones heart, but can only be felt when mind body and soul are purified from all prejudice.

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