Done

I started this place because I thought it was a really awesome idea to be able to have your own site. That was Sept. 04, a couple months later I started a myspace profile. I didn't start using it until late 2005. Now I am hooked on that. I do like the free reign of Xanga as far as laying down essays, but myspace kicks ass in most other fields, so I think I'm mostly done here. I kept this place "Blog free" so all my stuff here isn't just crap. This site will always be here. I am quite proud of much of what I have written here, so, si quieres aprender sobre mi vida, go to myspace.com/promontorium. If you want to learn about the rest of the world, stay here.

Old Stuff #9

Julyish 2002

Jane

(I wrote this the day after I finished reading “Children of the Mind” by Orson Scott Card)

Jane, Jane why has it come to this?

It is your sound I miss

I must die for you to stay alive.

I desire to touch you, I desire to love you

Three thousand years and not a single kiss

Jane, Jane why has it come to this?

I’m sorry I cut you off,

I killed you once but never again,

I love you now and to the end.

I saw you whisper in his ear

And his ear, no soul there

Now I locked myself in here just to get some sex this year

And I must die, for you to stay alive

Jane, Jane why has it come to this?

Your mind from my body

And your body from my mind

You’re my daughter in my sister and I love you.

Please don’t kiss him, he is my son

And you are the one I want.

Old Stuff #8

Political “Songs” Collection

October-December 2001

13 months Before reading Ayn Rand

Thesaurus

Knowledge isn’t power, everything I say is true, go ahead and cry, I do not mind

I cannot be correct all the time. Provided I utter incessantly, granting I only articulate when I am knowing, I appear to be unremittingly accurate.

There is a programming error in those who develop first impressions and never expand them.

There is a programming error in those who lack attraction to the inverse.

There is a programming error in those who hate the ones with more apparent errors

There is evil in those who act on that hate, for the hate…

We are all flawed.

To act on it is evil to behave for it is evil

Enjoy sadness sadist

Talk softly, then scream

Pretend what you’re saying means something,

So when your dead and gone, the cookie cutter cut you out.

You’re not left as scum, or in the bowl

You’re half baked, clichéd, wrapped up and eaten

Yummy, yummy, I’ve had this before

Everything is awry, wallow in pity

Everything is consummate, happy, happy, joy, joy

There is a programming error in those who think anything is everything and carry broad brushes and paint the world red or blue or you.

Here’s the climax, without it you wouldn’t listen right?

Gold’s not good enough

 absolute truth isn’t enough

philosophy

 so now I scream

I understand I’m no better,

But try wallowing in truth for once

Love truth, for it is you.

Infinity is you

Love what you know

This is wallowing, this is truth, this is infinity

Infinity, Infinity, Infinity, Infinity, Infinity, Infinity, Infinity, Infinity, Infinity, Infinity, Infinity, am I annoying you, would it be more cookie cutter if I repeated I love you?

Old Stuff #7

Political “Songs” Collection

October-December 2001

13 months Before reading Ayn Rand

Life

The only reason anyone ever does anything, believes anything, feels anything, knows anything, senses anything!

The only reason anyone ever does anything, says anything, cries anything, teaches anything, preaches anything, grabs onto burning stenched rotten eats anything!

We are machines; we are nothing more than advanced programming 

It’s a spectrum; it’s a spectrum, a spectrum, a spectrum!

The only reason anyone ever thinks anything, believes anything, feels knows, senses anything!

The only reason does anything, says anything, cries, teaches, preaches, grabs on to burning, stenched rotten eats anything!

But we can control it. We must control it.

We can exceed, we can progress, without ever taking a rest

We can exceed, we can progress physically, mentally

We can adapt, we are God

We will not die, our only limit is a function of time to space expressed on a two dimensional plane

We can exceed, we can progress, adapt! Adapt! Adapt!

We are machines; we are nothing more than advanced programming 

It’s a spectrum; it’s a spectrum, a spectrum, a spectrum!

Old Stuff #6

Political “Songs” Collection

October-December 2001

13 months Before reading Ayn Rand

Economy

Buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, sell!

An exchange, a promise, a solid function resting on third party truth.

A physical manifestation of the existence and usefulness of government.

Secret buy, secret sell

Slackers! How can you hate money? It’s only worth as much as we work

Blame fault can only be 1^st and 2^nd, your poor, so what.

Who pays the most taxes, the rich.

Who pays the highest percent, the rich.

Who deserves the most money, those who earn the most money.

Those who give the most money

Buy, buy, buy. Sell! Sell, sell, sell,

Think, decide, perfection, improve adapt, your rich!

Hate, confuse, regress, steal, lie, you’re liberal!

Buy, buy, buy, sell, sell, sell

It makes you feel good, it must be wrong

It makes you feel good, it must be wrong

It must be wrong

Mind and body, does thought exist?

We have hands,

Hands have sticks,

Sticks have structure,

Time, life,

You have hands,

You hold water,

Water holds life,

Structure holds life,

We exchange, life continues,

A physical exchange continues the mind,

The mind continues only through physical exchange.