The day of wild eyes.

The faces and questing of romantic eyed idea pants is full of glory and tasty feelings. Size does not matter. The place can be wonderful regardless of the social notion of what it is.

There is no right or wrong as to how things like this can roll. Be open and ready to give in the ways you know how. Be you and be real. No ghosts or cut outs of what you should be. Only your bones sitting in such a way that they cause thoughtful giggle attacks.

The dice roll well everytime. The numbers cannot be stopped.

Potatoe Flux

The powerful notion of how things are supposed to be is usually an illusion, a picture in our minds of the way we imagine they should be.

This week I was lucky enough to attend a wonderful dinner party. The food was wonderful and the table talk was also tops and super. Ranging from what would be the worst animal to be attacked by to the ideas of technology and its alteration of us and our world.

I have had a few conversations of late mostly with people I do not know about the dangers of the internet in its isolation of people and the degradation of the current social fabric and its general health.

Indeed we cannot deny that the internet has changed the world so dramatically. It has been around for something like 5000 days and it has really altered many things about how people interface with the world, this living machine that we are shaping is shaping us. Technology has really rocketed things along at quite a pace in the last 40 years. We have changed the way we approach the world and how we live very much continuously really. We are the products of the tools we build to alter our reality. They have altered us no doubt.

What I want to point out is that we have been constantly changing. In dramatic and wild ways for a long time. We are nothing like the monkeys we used to be. The industrial revolution really altered our day to day. Changing our social networks from villages of 150 people to cities of millions is a big change.

So think twice about history and our rise from the oceans strange men with funny hats on trains when you come at me with this blab about facebook being the end of humanity. It is another signifying landmark that points towards the way we are changing but I doubt it will make us tumble into extinction.

We have been tumbling up the ladder for a while now and it seems we will continue to do so.

noob.

TIme over the window lord

One day in Paris I will confront a golden wild cyborg of my desire and we shall fuse into a borg collective like beast and all will be well and merry in the land. No pancake or laser or errand crossbow bolt will break the bond of joy and perfection. No chicken breast with a fine layer of cheese and tomato paste and doom will darken our skies.

This is my dream. This is my pursuit of happiness. I intend to attack this mountain with the vigour of a wild beast in search of the ideal meal.

Frowny Beard arms.

Beards have been getting a bad rap. It's true they have been in the public eye more than usual of late featuring in anything from homemade terrorcasts to fancy magic movies with genius owls and flying brooms . The downside is beards have been attached to wicked men who intend to bring down the west for the whore of civilisations or something along those lines. (clearly they have not had the joyful experience of choice that a food court can provide, the choice is wonderful and can create panic and doom)

Indeed beards have been associated with terror. Planes in buildings and angry guttural whispering for Allah do not like facial grooming to involving shaving or cutting of hair on the chin. Let's be honest here people really do associate ways of thinking with what you look like. Hippies get pinned as free thinkers who want to change the world into a green place. While the truth may be that people who wear lots of natural fibres along with shaggy manes are considered hippies. They are most likely bang up for fire twirling, trance and beans while changing the world might be in the same position as most compassion filled merchant bankers. The old saying about judging books by their covers seems to ring true. If you give people a chance they will usually surprise you (lets hope pleasantly). We should know by now our preconceived notions of reality are poorly put together at the best of times.

So people do not always appear as they are. Thanks for the powerful wisdom laser in my eye Bart but what are you really getting at?

Well what I am really getting at boils down to beards once again. The beard has been a noble addition to faces since enough hair was lost off of them that the addition of hair was with noting and naming. Yes thats right since we were not monkeys we have grown beards to be rad.

Kings, Wizards and Santa Claus are a few of the great champions of beards and my what a great gang to look up to and hope to be like one day. Caring, magical, benevolent and radical in the face. No wonder some ladies cultivate a moustache. It is just a wonderful thing.

It makes me wonder if those with terror on their minds are getting at with beards. Do they want to be the wizards. Are they angry at the West for holding them back in becoming old fashion Kings or is there something about the USA's foreign policy and the restriction of wizardry?

I think it is a shame that a few dudes can bring such a wonderful and ancient facial code down.
Let the beard roam free and do not judge it. Its a great creature and should be allowed to hide chins as it sees fit.

Lets remember all the good things beards did.

outside the golden quadrant.

Inside the city like a ghost. Eating chips and wandering the busy streets. Rain and cars mixing the air into a storm of mist and smells. Some kind of great sky taco ready for a gastronomic god to sample and smite.

Partaking in the bogan arts. The giggles and disinterested chatter from tables of men all big and strong in their relaxed sweat pants and hoodie attire. The world is turning quicker than we can fathom. Foolish and dull eyed we scramble for the outer suburban chicken shack churches.

There is this dream that fashion magazines and music television creates of a world full of beauty, love, passion and togetherness. A well fitting design that wants to buy watches and sunglasses for the purpose of getting to the slopes on time, with the idea of fighting the glare of the sun and perfect while enjoying a perfect body and company.

We all know its a lie. I feel it eating away my pants as I sit on a crowded train leaving the heart of a wild all over the place city. So many stations with strange names and treelined streets. So many people caught in their smart phones shuffling on and off the steal serpent to watch TV and eat and talk about the latest movies.

We are touching the sky no doubt. People are exploring places we have only dreamed. Glorious moments of focus and truth crystalising into love that is then bottled and used to cure apes with cancer. However these things are rarer than we believe. They are on the fringe of what we do but the focus of our dreams. We reach to touch the stars with food caught in our teeth. With stains on our pants. Pockets pulling out pants down due to excessive change.

I suppose what I am saying is.... the suburbs are a bit of a drag at times.

The Underground Ninja Storm.

Feeling indie, feeling like the down low. Getting the hot sauce but need a flavour that is sooo fresh and wild that you want bands and art. You want the underground face storm of joy and exploration? Well you might have found the blog that gives secrets away that don't even exist yet. Underground fresh so hot and smoking the oven is only two paces behind.

There seems to be a fine balance in finding something new and coveting it like a rare and glorious jewel that one other foolish adventurers are yet to stumble upon and sully with their dirty eyes.

I wonder why finding something special that is relatively unknown is all the more magical? Why when something becomes more widely accepted you will find faces turned away from the sunlight of their success muttering that they knew them back then. Back when they were underground. Underground!!!! Like some kind of gravy mole with all of the treasure.

Are we so contrary that when someone achieves widespread success we feel betrayed. It seems so. Oh The Killers are fresh. Man they have some sweet songs. They are a bit unknown. They are a bit indie and underground. Indeed they have the spices I desire on my music. What's that you say? Everyone loves them? FUCK THAT MAN! I want the underground flavour! Suck a dick!

Luckily this blog has a sweet sweet underground tang. Come get it while you can blog hungry babies. Come suck up the sweet sweet good times while they last because this little tacker is going to the top. Soon enough wide spread success will devour all true joy as the masses flock in and suck out the joy like arse master vampires.

Albino Taste!

Doing nothing for a week has its perks. Especially if you need a break from the stresses of modern life. I have been trying to concoct a scheme to make a large amount of money by just using my mind. If all goes well I could by the internet and start putting it in vitamins which is something I have been planning on for sometime. There are alot of nutrients in this beastly unified machine and people usually have to stare at a screen for a few hours to get their power.

Under my new plan I will be able to give noobs all of the lol they need in one serve a day. I love sitting infront of the computer but sometimes I have to do tax or walk with my powerful man legs. I can multitask better than many people would believe but I cannot walk, tax and pwn emails. This is why vitamins are important.

Speaking of said vitamins in our culture I would like to call into question the keen eye we western devils have for vitamins and in Melbourne discount vitamins. There are many fine stores within this city that sell discount health products. I am all for being the best I can be but I seriously question the need for things that make my urine glow or my muscles shine. The perfect human surely does not need to be like Vin Diesel