Blame the trees

02/08/2006 9:50 AM-10:12 AM

How far away am I? A thousand billion miles. The beauty of cynicism is its absolute lack of emotional depth. Am I skeered yet? Yes, but not in any honest way. The end of science is followed by what? What’s the new paradigm, the new standard of truth? Same old shit. That’ll do. We learn more and discover that we still can’t see what’s outside the box. The obvious answers will do.

At the heart of deep depth is shallowness. Stop and then go deeper. The pressure builds until you find once again – the pop stars were right. The crooners were right all along. Stop at being that first level of shallow – you won’t cut yourself as much. Smack ‘em up? No. Let ‘em be. Completely. They have nothing to do with you. We’re still learning to connect. The big lies of politics and sociology are nothing compared to the little lies of true science. The frog consists of molecules. The molecules consist of particles. The particles consist of probabilities. The probabilities consist of frogs. Remember that the useful illusion is better than the useless Truth.

That’s a nice hat you’ve got. I’d like one. Where did you get it? Of course I won’t wear it at any party that you’re attending. The ball of twine is wrapped around a knot of symbols. It’s symbols all the way down. There is nothing to be signified. Ha and go bullshit. Here and go bragh. Ass and titties. Titties and ass. Ass, ass, titties, titties. Titties and ass. We are who were when we were zygotes but with more data. The mechanistic interpretation is the most useful until you get to the questions of ethics. I would have punched the son of a bitch. Get me out of this goddamn city. It’s full of lies. I mean people. That was a slip. Give ‘em the slip and say, “sorry, I didn’t realize that this was your wife’s.” And by ‘wife’s’ I mean ‘your’s.’ Won’t be sticking my pen in that inkwell again without a good story to write. Once upon a time, it was exactly like this. The End. When you sell the beans to buy the cow, you get duped by a simpleton. Haha. The universe is like that. Fuck it. It’s just another way to eat. When we looked down, we saw the abyss. The abyss is just the anus of the Demiurge. You should see what his maw looks like. Excellent orthodontic work. You gotta wonder who his specialist was. Hmm, it looks like the end of man is a butt. That’s gotta stink. Stupid trees.