Saturday, May 07, 2005

life and what the hell it all means

Life and what the hell it all means
well before (pre divorce-life turning into dog shit phase) i would have thought i had life figured out. what is
the meaning of life? to me the answer was clear : our life is lived to propagate the species. in other words,
we are hear to spread humans further across the globe like the cancer we are; or, in happier terms, were here
to be "doin it".

now, im still there, but is there more to life? what the hell is the cosmic joke of life if all it is is to pseudo-clone ourselves (ignore the pretentious use of "pseudo", im allowed at least 1 per blog) and spread humanity onward?

so what is the answer? i look outward for answers from artists off the top of my head (lyrics compliments of our google friends) ...

1) my hereos , REM and a song titled "life and how to live it"

Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Two doors remain before your others and your own
Keep these books well stocked away and take your happy home
(chorus)
My carpenter's out and running about, talking to the street
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
Burn bright through the night, two pockets lead the way
Two doors to go between the wall was raised today
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
(repeat chorus)
The hills ringing hear the words in time
Listen to the holler, listen to my walls within my tongue
Can't you see you made my ears go tin?
The air quicken tension building inference suddenly
Life and how to live it
Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest
So that when you tire of one side the other serves you best
Read about the wisdom lost, a knock, a knock, a knock
A secret knock one hammer's locked the other wisdom lost
(repeat chorus)
My carpenter's out and running about, barking in the, listen to the holler
My pockets are out and running about
Barking in the street to tell what I have hidden there
Listen, listen to the holler,
If I write a book it will be called Life and How to Live It

- huh, so thats no goddamn help.

2) sam roberts from hard road "life is how you live it, through time , through time"

-well , sorta handy but too short

3) lets turn to ol frosty...

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could.
To where it bent in the undergrowth,

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-hmm, smells of regret. so maybe life is about regret. well i'll leave off (its midnight for christ sakes!) with that, yes,life is one part regret, one part "doin it", and the others i'll keep looking for.

One subURBAN Canadian's Cranky e-spewing

One subURBAN Canadian's Cranky e-spewing
"blog....on a steeeck."

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Blogs...what will they think of next?

Really, i could care less. But im here, im loud and im proud ; and refusing to use proper syntax or grammar. Call it a character flaw, or call it typing with one hand. I call it fighting back against the man. oh yeah...the man. See, the man wants you to type with 2 hands. Propogates mind control , being the same as everyone else. Well im not; im unique like everyone else. My nonexistant blogging brothers and sisters, its time. Time to fight back against the "google's" (who i thank for allowing me this free blog, so no offence) , "walmarts" and "nike's" of the world. Time to shut down and turn off. Thats what Marshall McLuhahan's (or whatever his damn name is-I'd "google it" if i wasnt spouting off on them...) younger brother once said. No one listened to him. Why? Cause the man supported his older brother. mind control my friends...mind control. you look at the calendar and see 2005, i see 1984...