yeah, priests can really fuck you up.
the dialectics of disorganisation
lei-powell wrote:
I had just been looking for more questions when I thought I was looking for answers. So then I began looking for the real answer, and the answer is"In a world that is totally turned on its head, a moment of truth is a moment of the false!"
Thanks for the clarification, Lei. Now admit it, you've been reading Baudrillard, haven't you?



The dyspraxic dialectic disorientates. Confused yet? Capital? Yes!!!
The System demands so much of us. The insane system demands sanity. When I was a child I used to draw pictures with crayons. I used to follow mazes with the primrary colours (red, green and blue). They said that my work should have an aim, a destination. A telos, if you will. But but but before my conscious mind could even grasp the concept of alienation it had invaded my soul with its cold hands.
I couldn't face the dole office. The mazes had become forms, and the colours had died. So many forms to fill in, it became-prison. An internal maze of questions, mirroring spectacles
and spectacular mirrors. As I dove deeper through the looking glass I felt that I was pushing on a door with a sign that said 'pull'.
I was drawn into all the subcultures. Punk, activism, dyspraxism. And all the while I could not escape the gaze of the spectacle. And all the while I gazed back (like a mirror) into the abyss. I felt I had found my home but I was wrong, I was Homeless. And I looked like it. As I stumbled on down the road to nothingness I became AWARE of myself. And my self became aware. I had just been looking for more questions when I thought I was looking for answers. So then I began looking for the real answer, and the answer is
"In a world that is totally turned on its head, a moment of truth is a moment of the false!"