Monday, June 7, 2010
Monday Mindache won't take the shortcut, it goes the wrong way.
if a butterfly flaps its wings... exponentially increasing or decreasing patterns... chaos on the small scale, order in large... viral protocols spread to induce chaos triggering a phase of the pattern to bring order to a larger phase... i've lost interest now.
... well, the world is coming apart at the seams isn't it? the sky is filling with ash and the sea is filling with oil. our hearts are filling with woe and our bank accounts are emptying. the seats of power are filled with corruption, as always, and humble psychos are emptying both barrels into their neighbours. despite all this i feel great. as the world descends into horror and despair, i am at the most content and optimistic place i've ever been. i can't say how, there's no words yet. ah we'll be grand, don't worry about it! listen to REM.
also, i discovered, you don't need drugs when you have two mattresses under you.