Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Someone has to buy the stuff. Too much on the stuff and the someone may wane. Like any other post-World War touch-screen game. Bleed your capital but not too fast or too far. Flashing screen! Flashing screen! Fund the incursions. Tell us every month why we're there, losing parts of us, and use the approved words. Skull 'n bone. Spread it on a hundred-billion dollar stick if necessary. This is our unipolar moment, not enough. I swear I could rule this damn place if they keep buying that stuff.

When Grandpa sneaked out to see The Godfather I asked Mom, "there aren't any more gangs like that, right?" So I'm drunk on Vegas because it's my own fault. You want an education? Sign on the line. Mix your deadly blood with the nameless and take your chances. Too much interference. The Age of Information barely sunk into God's modern bone machine. Even Bill Gates couldn't save it. Flashing screen! Flashing screen!

Save your sermon for a rainy day in some Paris Cafe. You Commie bastards had your chance but you couldn't get over that Empire thing, could you? Hunker down. It doesn't matter if they were right. I fight. Need gun. Where's the cash machine? Anger grows per square foot and it's expendable. Me? I'm slightly happy under the disfigured, narcotic weather, and I've tried lots of roads. Hell, just marry the thing and be done with it. Say yes. Buy something, goddammit. The market is testing its bottom, that's all. **Pinch**

Con-doleeza con-da-rooni Con-doleeza fight fight fight. Con-do-leeza tell me true, tell me cuando? cuando? cuan-do.. Hunker down like an evil blackgrass hillbilly jug band on shine. Grab a banjo and do exactly what they say. Trust me. Tell me cuando? cuando? cuaan-do.. Hey look over there. Those people are evil (or at least misguided)! I'll save them with rifles. Or maybe a well-timed plane crash (remember the resource limitation). Flashing screen! Flashing screen!

Sarcasm has no place in proper discourse. The Liberals oughta be ashamed of themselves (like any proper Fundamentalist). The Fundamentals are sound! The Funds are due. Mentally, I agree! So buy something. Get wise to bar codes and stretched polymers. Confucius say: pay your back interest next month. Whew! That was close. No, sarcasm has no place in proper discourse. Nosiree Bob. Therefore delete the above paragraph.

I had more to say, but the goddamned internet went out again today.

nice rollicking rant...poor capitalism is in bed dying, gasping as I type...sure I could go to Amazon and buy some books and new music instead, but you know what, she's on her own this time....and well the doctor just shook his head when I asked how she's doing..."She's real sick, mister, needs all her organs replaced and new skin, doesn't look good."....where has Condi been ?...have you heard Steve Earle's song about her ?....it's a catchy little number....yeah mnaz the emperor isn't wearing any clothes and the doctor just got another house call.......enjoyed your take.....

Thanks Steve. Condi is one of the few Bush accomplices I could stomach in small doses. But she had that talking point disease. At this point I'm pretty much convinced that I won't be preached to. I won't be incited by the random violence of the day. That seems to be what it amounts to. Oh, I know it was never that easy. I own a decidedly naive world-view and even a bad temper once every six moons. There will always be walls to tear down and sophomoric obsessions of head, but for now let's go with the simpler version.

I have this way of killing entire message boards and making the internet die, recently. What is it with me?

I dig this. Capitalism is cool, as long as there are jaunts to Florida and reasonably tasty frozen dinners. However, now we're all about to go on Bush's joyless ride into who knows what destitution. I'd like to drop out to an ashram but I've too nervous to fit in. What's a guy to do?

John

I've never been as seriously concerned for the future in my lifetime as I am now. So many things just seem broken, or breaking. Basic things, and institutions. Things that weren't ever supposed to fail like they are. Maybe I just had my head buried all this time. I mean, for me, the completely outta-left-field Iraq invasion was a major red flag; there seemed no convincing reason for it other than essentially major corporate takeover of our military. But I continued to think of it only in terms of a few irredeemable demagogues selling us out on their own basic misunderstanding of history and militarized aggression's apparent obsolescence in a world that at this point must evolve, and quickly. And now all of these foundational financial institutions are failing, and I thought... "how utterly pointless to keep making any sort of large-scale war in light of recent events", but then, predictably, I suspected they're not separate events at all, if I connected all the dots... I've been consistently repulsed throughout my lifetime by humanity's endless love affair with utter brutality for profit, sold as both survival and honor. (Yeah well, join the crowd).

And I'm not kidding. Last week I was kicked offline four times when I happened to log on with some burning issue that I just had to get out! And the world never blinked! So much for burning issues. And last Sunday S-8 was down, so I went over to the other essay board, but that's a fairly lifeless concern. And when I finally posted this thread, yes, the connection puked for a while. I had three more paragraphs but that's enough for now. It all seems a little too symbolic at this point, but I really shouldn't complain.. Thanks, John.

hey!, you speak spanish!!!!! I like the first sight fragmentary in this. Don´t worry and take care, friend: it´s not the end of the world!!

"Spanglish", maybe? Haha. No, probably not The End. Sure feels like it sometimes... Well, the End of something. Like a temblor has begun and the solid, smooth sand under foot is starting to get a little juiced and scrambled and incohesive... Ha!

Gracias, Arcadia, mi amiga. You are a calming voice en la tormenta!...