Sunday, March 05, 2006

Deep in the dark places.

I am not the type of man who has the audacity to claim that I am anything other than I am, or that I even know what that is. Neither am I the type to talk in coherent, well-structured sentences.

Wakka Wakka Woo.

At very best, I could claim to be a fool. I do not have great understanding of the nature of reality and inner-workings of the world, nor the cunning to hide this. I am simply and inexorably a clown and a charlatan. Perhaps even a liar, indubitably not a very good one. But at least I know enough about myself to admit it. Which it itself is both a good thing and a bad thing. Self-knowledge is a wonderful thing, but ignorance is bliss, or so they say. But so many people are so… emo… so exasperatingly stupid these days… Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it. I see it on blogs, on forums and god-knows-where-else. What’s causing it? Modern society? The internet? Television? I don’t know. I do know that it’s really terrible in America. North America. But this… disease is seeping out. It’s everywhere now, even here, in good ole Asia. Maybe it was here all along, just in remission. Is awake now, and infecting and spreading and poisoning the hearts and minds of everyone that matters. Twisting the way we think, the way we speak the way we are. Its quite horrible. And the only problem is that only the people who get infected notice.

Ker-bang-ka! Ker-zoing-zoing-POW!

I don’t know what any of us can do about it. This poison in the veins and arteries of our society. People have been noticing it, worrying about it for ages… Will it ever get fatal? Will it ever get cured? Or is it just another paranoid delusion that haunts us hairless psychotic apes. But that’s the proof that’s its there, isn’t it. It exists because we worry about it.

UAI-AI-UAI-AI-aargghhhh...

Don't you just love the clichés (is that a cliché I wonder)? They're the perfect for saying everything and nothing at the same time, which is, as we all know, the purpose of language. The only thing you really need to get a point across is a big rock and a good throwing arm. I’m a patchwork man, made of over-used clichés and cable reruns. I know I’ve told you before.

But this patchwork cretin is getting close to his hundredth post and is wondering what to do to commerate the event.