effing blogger
yeah ... effing blogger booted ME outta me own blog!! some fucking upgrade this bullshit is, man! oh well ... whatever ... so, yeah - i hadda make this blog thing un-private again, just so i could see it. UGH. i really got nothing to say here, these days.
well, i do - but not anything anyone wants to hear.
its like this: if i speak up about politics/foreign policy, i'll just sound like some sort of anti-semetic, i'm sure. i know how we all like labelling people. so ... i'll keep those opinions to me-self. the bush-bashing chorale of despair is starting to sound REALLY stale to me ... like - its not gonna change (the guy's a fucking nut bar ... we just gotta live with it, i guess until the americans vote some other creep into the white house who'll also lie, cheat and fuck the world up some more). also - the we-hate-evil-islam chorus is getting really quite tiresome.
and the whole god-fearing complacent, absolutist fucking lark ... THAT PISSES ME OFF THE MOST!
i wanna know why all y'all, who believe in 'god' as absolute, think you got the market cornered on spirituality. how do you know? how do i know? how the HELL does any of us know? and ... i sure as hell ain't gonna seek 'salvation' for my soul from some fucking pedophile that calls himself a 'priest' ... or 'father' ... (fucking hell - one 'dad' in my life is surely enuf, ain't it?) i'd like all you self-righteous smug types out there to go and look after all those unwanted children ... the ones that never should have entered this world ... the ones who's mothers had no access to abortion/birth control. and while you're at it, how 'bout stopping by and checking out all those dudes with huntington's chorea disease. yeah ... y'now - those dudes (young men, mostly - my age many of them) who COULD benefit from STEM CELL RESEARCH if blasted christianity would get outta the way of our society's technological progress.
before you drop your jaws ... or drop an acid bomb comment on this page, tell me ... have you ever looked after the unwanted? the forgotten and grotesque cast-aways of humanity? yes, virginia, there is a goodly many portion of humanity, cast aside like spoiled fruit. do have any clue about these? about their existence? likely not. because ... its good 'nuff y'all think, to just wear your prettiest dress and make sure the whole FUCKING neighbourhood sees ya when you go to church on Sunday.
yeah yeah. i'm pissed off at a world of hypocrits, liars and thieves. why not? as that song said ... 'its my party and i'll cry if i want to ...' so deal with it! i'm not gonna cloak my anger, hostility and rage in a nice party dress so y'all will feel more comfy here. nah ... there ain't no fluffy stuff, or rosey words here ... just me, in the raw. yes -- raw, BUT ... always true! truth, i find hard to come by, since most humans are lying sacks of fecal waste matter.
i'm still partially of the mindset that this whole blogging thing is a pile of crap, basically. but ... well, its a good way to unload. and contemplating the whole living and dying thing. and how it all seems so damned random. RANDOM. the moment of impact flashes through my head constantly ... and thoughts of how it all coulda turned out a lot worse for me.
image credit: ROXI G, 2006 (taken at the manitoba arts council building)
i've decided that i will not be a good citizen of the blogosphere any more. well, because, there is really no blogosphere and there never was -- its all an optical illusion we've conjured up to fill a pathetic gap. the only friend one really ever has is oneself. and that, dear reader (lol i seriously doubt i have any of those left at this point: i've likely scared you all off by now) is the unfortunate truth. so .. i guess what i'm saying ... is ... don't expect a comment on your blog from me unless you have made one here. i reciprocate ... no longer will i waste time initiating or extending the olive branch. no one really wants an olive branch ... they just want what they want. ok ... it sounds a little harsh -- but you get my drift, no doubt. and if you don't -- well then i hope you're not operating that computer without supervision.
in sum ... i'm plain sick and tired of trying to maintain ties with individuals who seem so disinterested they take eons to return emails/comments .. or worse yet ... never return them at all. i've decided i'm still here doing this fucking blogging thing because it suits me .. not because of the illusion of any connectedness about which i deluded myself. DELUSION. any sense of connectedness - its a god-damned delusion! plain and simple. so ... like me ... don't like me ... comment ... don't comment ... whatever. its all the same to me. just know that i will no longer initiate. only reciprocate. my time is far too precious to be spent chasing aliases that have no interest being caught.
if anyone is still reading at this point ... i just wanna add one more thing. seriously, i'm asking - people with a serious appreciation for poetry to read my stuff and provide an honest opinion. i'll provide the link if anyone wants it. and ... lol ... if no one wants it ... well then - fuck you all, its your loss.
and .... that's all i got to say about that.
well, i do - but not anything anyone wants to hear.
its like this: if i speak up about politics/foreign policy, i'll just sound like some sort of anti-semetic, i'm sure. i know how we all like labelling people. so ... i'll keep those opinions to me-self. the bush-bashing chorale of despair is starting to sound REALLY stale to me ... like - its not gonna change (the guy's a fucking nut bar ... we just gotta live with it, i guess until the americans vote some other creep into the white house who'll also lie, cheat and fuck the world up some more). also - the we-hate-evil-islam chorus is getting really quite tiresome.
and the whole god-fearing complacent, absolutist fucking lark ... THAT PISSES ME OFF THE MOST!
i wanna know why all y'all, who believe in 'god' as absolute, think you got the market cornered on spirituality. how do you know? how do i know? how the HELL does any of us know? and ... i sure as hell ain't gonna seek 'salvation' for my soul from some fucking pedophile that calls himself a 'priest' ... or 'father' ... (fucking hell - one 'dad' in my life is surely enuf, ain't it?) i'd like all you self-righteous smug types out there to go and look after all those unwanted children ... the ones that never should have entered this world ... the ones who's mothers had no access to abortion/birth control. and while you're at it, how 'bout stopping by and checking out all those dudes with huntington's chorea disease. yeah ... y'now - those dudes (young men, mostly - my age many of them) who COULD benefit from STEM CELL RESEARCH if blasted christianity would get outta the way of our society's technological progress.
before you drop your jaws ... or drop an acid bomb comment on this page, tell me ... have you ever looked after the unwanted? the forgotten and grotesque cast-aways of humanity? yes, virginia, there is a goodly many portion of humanity, cast aside like spoiled fruit. do have any clue about these? about their existence? likely not. because ... its good 'nuff y'all think, to just wear your prettiest dress and make sure the whole FUCKING neighbourhood sees ya when you go to church on Sunday.
yeah yeah. i'm pissed off at a world of hypocrits, liars and thieves. why not? as that song said ... 'its my party and i'll cry if i want to ...' so deal with it! i'm not gonna cloak my anger, hostility and rage in a nice party dress so y'all will feel more comfy here. nah ... there ain't no fluffy stuff, or rosey words here ... just me, in the raw. yes -- raw, BUT ... always true! truth, i find hard to come by, since most humans are lying sacks of fecal waste matter.
i'm still partially of the mindset that this whole blogging thing is a pile of crap, basically. but ... well, its a good way to unload. and contemplating the whole living and dying thing. and how it all seems so damned random. RANDOM. the moment of impact flashes through my head constantly ... and thoughts of how it all coulda turned out a lot worse for me.
image credit: ROXI G, 2006 (taken at the manitoba arts council building)i've decided that i will not be a good citizen of the blogosphere any more. well, because, there is really no blogosphere and there never was -- its all an optical illusion we've conjured up to fill a pathetic gap. the only friend one really ever has is oneself. and that, dear reader (lol i seriously doubt i have any of those left at this point: i've likely scared you all off by now) is the unfortunate truth. so .. i guess what i'm saying ... is ... don't expect a comment on your blog from me unless you have made one here. i reciprocate ... no longer will i waste time initiating or extending the olive branch. no one really wants an olive branch ... they just want what they want. ok ... it sounds a little harsh -- but you get my drift, no doubt. and if you don't -- well then i hope you're not operating that computer without supervision.
in sum ... i'm plain sick and tired of trying to maintain ties with individuals who seem so disinterested they take eons to return emails/comments .. or worse yet ... never return them at all. i've decided i'm still here doing this fucking blogging thing because it suits me .. not because of the illusion of any connectedness about which i deluded myself. DELUSION. any sense of connectedness - its a god-damned delusion! plain and simple. so ... like me ... don't like me ... comment ... don't comment ... whatever. its all the same to me. just know that i will no longer initiate. only reciprocate. my time is far too precious to be spent chasing aliases that have no interest being caught.
if anyone is still reading at this point ... i just wanna add one more thing. seriously, i'm asking - people with a serious appreciation for poetry to read my stuff and provide an honest opinion. i'll provide the link if anyone wants it. and ... lol ... if no one wants it ... well then - fuck you all, its your loss.
and .... that's all i got to say about that.
Hey! I just randomly ran across your blog and I really related with it. #1 I feel the same way about the political blogs sometimes. People who are overly impressed with themselves. #2 I think about death not death the verb, death the noun.
#3 I too get miffed because I blog but no-one hears. I'm starting to get used to it, but it used to really bother me and I would feel really insecure about what I had posted. Sometimes, I don't really see what is better about anyone elses as opposed to mine, but I finally decided to quit worrying about it because I like my blog and I like to write it. Wish I had more time to spend making comments etc....but I am actually at work right now...and blogging is not approved work activity...so I'd better quit it. But I will read more when I have the time and am not in danger of being busted. Oh and # 4, we are both in the medical field and see depressing stuff all the time at work...which makes me at least.....more morbid yet!
Posted by
Behind Blue Eyes |
31/8/06 18:17
You go, girl!!
Posted by
Zen Wizard |
31/8/06 18:25
behind blue eyes - hey ... i will read your blog for shur ... when my eyes can focus for long enuf, lol. thanx for finding me and commenting. i wondered if anyone would see things my way - that its sickening - nauseating, really, the ego stroking narcissts that think they are so shit hot! grrrrrr ... the term verbal diarrhea comes to mind ... :D
zen wizard - wooohooo! thanx for stopping by this pit. lets just keep on eating ... ;D
Posted by
velvet acid tongue |
31/8/06 18:43
I like your blogs when you just write and write like this.
Posted by
fellahere |
1/9/06 08:53
Hahaha, yeah!, you got it. It is all about me, me an me. Why else would we devote time to this "blogging"? You are not only being fair on your post but also awaking to the reality of it all, but at the same time by doing so you can transmit that same feeling in your words to others who relate, appreciate or hate.
Here is something for ya.
"You want answers?"
"You can't handle the truth! Girl, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Velvet Acid? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Aunty Belle, and you curse the Bloggers. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know - that K9'sdeath, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives."
That was a manipulated excerpt from a movie.
Velvety, you should listen to Nirvana. Again.
"Come as you are,
as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend,
As a friend,
As an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
.The choice is ours, don't be late
Take a rest, as a friend, As an old memoria~~~a
Memoria~~~~a
Memoria~~~~a
Memoria~~~~a
Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend,as a friend As an old memoria~~~a
Memoria~~~a
Memoria~~~a
Memoria~~~a
And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun"
Posted by
Mr Q |
1/9/06 09:02
hey Q ... i hate guns - they are for cowards and you will never convince me otherwise. so ... as far as i see it - walls exist because of those men with guns.
you say: "I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom," ... while i don't doubt that you have a seriously important role - i'm, doubting that its greater than i can fathom ...
why don't you hang out in a hospital ward, where the scent of rotting flesh, stale blood, and death lingers everywhere? and then tell me i cannot fathom your responsibility! i know that most cannot fathom mine.
don't get me started on responsibility of roles in life, Q. just don't. do people live or die by your mistakes? have you ever watched someone profusely bleed to death? i'm guessing the answers to these could be affirmative.
have you ever held someone's heart in your hand? or seen it beating inside someone's chest wall? has your cervix dilated for anyone? has your body produced life? likely not! ... soooo - each of us makes this world what it is - not just the men with guns!
each of us in life has an unfathomable responsibility --- to be true to oneself.
thanx for the visit ...:D
Posted by
velvet acid tongue |
1/9/06 10:46
arlair ... hey familiar is good :D ... call me anything you like, as long as its polite ;D
i agree with you - that the bland does persevere! and yeah - you and i are like two peaches in a pile of lemons. that's what it feels like to me anyhow.
i like you ardlair - you hafta be my favourite blogging character. thanx for stopping by ... :)
Posted by
velvet acid tongue |
1/9/06 10:57
fellahere -- you're here! lol. yes ... it does, indeed, feel good to do the vitriole once in a while. this is all the stuff that flies thru my head daily - you know that running stream of consciousness we all have? yeah ... well, mine is cynical, almost nasty, and definitely vitriolic ... lol.
thanx for reading and commenting.
Posted by
velvet acid tongue |
1/9/06 11:01
spring ... i must admit that i sometimes lurk about your blogs with interest ... and say nothing. yeah - sometimes it feels like everyone else has pretty much said it all ... but it still feels sorta good just to lurk about someone else's closet, so to speak. i guess that's the voyeuristic part of it?
yeah ... i guess that's what blogging is for me - a way to get all of this out ... an avenue for my vitriole and my creativity. i think that's why i hafta to keep coming back to this blog thing.
enjoy your weekend.
Posted by
velvet acid tongue |
1/9/06 14:18
I came across your blog fro Poetry Thursday because I share your rage against Beta Blogger. I have not posted a poem this week, because life got the better of me. But once I started reading your post I started to relate to a lot of what you had to say. I occasional post political because I can’t help myself, but nothing ever seems to come of it. Sometimes I get a decent discussion, but so what. How will this lead to change?
So I guess I try and write about a series of eclectic thing to connect with as many people as I can. I have been told that blogs that spill over into so many areas alienate readers, but I am not one-dimensional so why should my blog be.
I also agree that this need for comments says something about our need as human beings to be wanted. I hate that I check if I have comments so often. I wish I could just write and assume I am being read. It is definitely an insecurity, but as an artist I think we enjoy this connection.
Anyway, I will check out your blog and I invite you to do the same. Comment if you feel the need. I appreciate your anger and rage, I feel it too, but I am trying to find a way to reduce it in my life.
I will let you know if this helps me.
Posted by
Intrepidflame |
8/9/06 00:04
bz - welcome here. i visited your blog. left a couple comments there. about politics. i get turned off by the ego strokers that spew political nonsense (verbal diarrhea i call it) just to hear themselves speak ... and mostly its a lot of unitelligent dribble. but ... sometimes i just can't resist reading it anyhow.
Posted by
velvet acid tongue |
8/9/06 01:35