Incubus : Pantomime
In my fantasy. I'm a pantomime. I'll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean. Words are too messy. And it's way past time. To end in my mouth. Paint my face white and try to. Reinvent the scene. One without a time. Speak without my voice. And see the world by candlelight. I ain't afraid to let it out. I'm not afraid to take that fall. But I found beyond all doubt. We say more by saying nothing at all. In my fantasy. No such thing as time. Minutes bleed into days of avant garde. Show me your heresy. And I'll show you mine. We only speak in pantomime's on this carpet ride. I ain't afraid to let it out. I'm not afraid to take that fall. But I found beyond all doubt. We say more by saying nothing at all. Nothing at all. In my fantasy. You look good entwined. In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine. You're my deep secret, I'm your pantomime. I'll just move my hands. I promise you'll see what I mean.
As humans, we speak in so many words to express ourselves, but really, do they mean much of anything at all? Letters into words into phrases into sentences, verbs and nouns, adjectives and adverbs, trailing through the ghosts of our future, from the past, that could have been skewed by a lack of intellect. Intelligence. There is a quota by which we are graded, and it holds a lot of secrets we can't begin to explain. There are many times in our lives that we think, if not say, that words fail. We're confused and we don't understand. Even someone like me, whose mind is like a Roladex thesaurus. Words often fail me, when it comes to some things, and I sit and I wonder and I ponder and I think about why this is, and While I try to find the answer, I realise that there is no answer to be found, because language does fail. All the languages in all the universe have no clue what is going on in the hearts and minds of the little children. We've lost ourselves in the basic words of our understand, and we can't find the way out to communicate through another means. Colour or music or pictures, the way the cavemen did it. Maybe they were onto something there. For the stories too big, beyond their commprehension, they drew upon cavewalls and left it for the ages to find and to explain to them. Or to ourselves. Maybe. But think about it, with all the times we've found words to fail us, why don't we spend our time to find another way to communicate? While we're spending trillions to polute space with our infection, why don't we find a better way for our people to communicate? These words we speak are meaningless, and they are wrong. The words have been around for far too long, we have set too much store by these words, much like a lot of things in this world. It's funny. In this country, in particular, we have no sense of history. If something reaches more than 20-50 years old, we tear it to the ground and put a car-park there. Oh, there are a few things that remain. Some houses and such that have been around for a hundred years, but nonetheless - I'm speaking generally. The only city in this country that had any sense of history, any sense of culture was turned into Venice a few years back. New Orleans had the strongest history and culture than anywhere else in this country. For fuck's sake, look at Las Vegas. They rebuild it every few years, and it really is kind of a good metaphor for our consciousness as a country. We can't stand anything old and comfortable, it has to be new and big and shiny and exciting. We're like dogs. Or moths. We go for the bright lights... (Speaking of which, do you think there are moths on their way to the sun?) ...It's just kind of sad, when you sit back and think about it. This country is the epitome of "It's so ten minutes ago." Well, christ. It's just depressing, isn't it? Or maybe it's me. I am weird like that. We may like to look at the past, in books and pictures, but we don't really appreciate it. People just don't care anymore where they've come from. Unless it's those diseased rednecks from the south flying their confederate flags. But hey, I guess it is something.
What's funny... Someone told me once, in an indirect way, that the confederate flag was heritage not racism, and I really wanted to slap the motherfucker for being a moron. Yes, it's a heritage of brutish, belligerent behaviour that believes only white is right, and there is only one God (SEE: Yahweh). Look - I don't agree with the south in the least bit, it's not my thing. I believe all people were created equal, men and women, black and white, child and adult, gay, straight. We're all equal, none are better than another. I'm sorry, but no one is special. Which is also it's own problem in this country, but I don't think I want to get into that just yet. The thing is, this country has no sense of history, unless it's a bloody and violent history. We are a savage lot, here. Bloody thirsty. Humans in general, don't get me wrong. From the Roman Empire to suicide bombers in Tehran. We're a violent species. None worse than the other - we're all bloody nuts. If it doesn't bleed or break, it's not worth paying attention to, and I have no sympathy for anyone with that mentality, which essentially means, No, I do not have any sympathy for humans. Only the children who are being raised this way, but there's nothing to be done, unless they're raised by wolves. Which is oh so terrible, but as I went on about a few days ago - I'd rather my son be raised by wolves than my neighbour or my own family.
Oh now, here's one for you, to totally rip your head open - I'm all for spanking a kid's ass if he deserves it. It's a matter of consequences, which people seem to not comprehend. Children must understand that there are consequences for their actions. And while they're children, they don't understand that "Time Out" is a punishment (and a very good Dave Brubeck album). They don't get it, and it won't stick. Beat a kid's ass once and he gets the point. He does wrong, there will be consequences, and y'know, I'd say that's part of the problem with this country. Parents suck. All of them. No offense to you parents, but okay, All is a bit of an exaggeration, but nonetheless. MOST parents fail at life. And should be reminded. But I digress. They're too piss scared of CPS being called, those who do understand that kids need spanked once in awhile. And those who don't, well, really - they just fail. There's no twelve ways around it. They're too soft, and they're going to raise heathen children who will end up on the six o'clock news screaming "WHAT CONSEQUENCES?" when they shoot someone in the face. Children are unruly bastards because parents fucking SUCK, and have since I were a child. My parents beat my ass twice, as I recall. It took two times for the point to get across. Then, I realised that there are consequences for my actions, and I've never done wrong. Well, okay. I did drugs, but that's a victimless hobby. Really, the thing is, I was a well-mannered child, and I respected my elders and my peers, until I realised most of my elders are bigger morons than I am, and my peers are products of their environment. It sucks, but it's a fact of life. I feel sorry for you parents. Your kids will kill you in your sleep.
While we're on th - no. I'm not getting into that debate. I don't have to energy to deal with the backlash right now.
NOW, as Ēostre is upon us Sunday, I feel the need to celebrate and remind all the little chitlins that it was pillaged from the Pagans. As I'm not a pagan by any stretch of the imagination (I have issues with any religion of invisible gods), I think it's hilarious. Really, it's funny that most xians have no clue, whatsoever, as to the origins of their holidays, and from where they have been stolen. I'll give you a brief rundown - Actually, nevermind, you're not worth it. Just remember, ninety percent of your fables and holidays have been around for thousands of years. Including the birth and resurrection of the one you call Christ. Yep, just recycled stories from the Mediterranean. Look it up. Really. Not kidding. Look up some of the ancient religions, the ones that predate xianity by thousands of years, and you'll see some epic parallels, and you'll realise "god" is a creation of man, and the bible is a conglomeration of faerie tales created to answer questions humans couldn't fathom two thousand years ago (but can now, they're just too hung up in their idiology), and to beat the children into submission.
There's actually a quote from a boom, and later a movie, as said by the great Morgan Freeman : "God is an imaginary friend for adults."
I appreciate that on many levels.
But, for those who've no clue, God is not is name. Jahweh is. or Jovah. God is just a cheat, singular moniker you've given him in the notion that there can be only one. But what about Apollo? Zeus? Kali? Siva? Hotai? Muhammed? All the others. And let's not get into the catholics with their three-gods in one being bit of business, and their worshipping of Mary and all that. Too confusing. But here's the point, you xians are selfish beyond measure. Not even the Muslims feel so superior as to name Muhammed God. Then again, the Muslims do have their prophets. But, that's not the point. Only xians and the subsequent branches (Mormons, Catholics, Lutherans, Baptists, whatever) give their deity the singular and all encompassing title of God. A conceited lot you are. I'm sorry, it's the truth.
But really, in two thousand years, have we not enlightened ourselves enough to leave the superstitions behind? Okay, I understand a lot of you need an intangible father-figure who'll spank you for doing wrong, BUT, to base your scientific beliefs and such on such a thing is foolish. We have proof, now. That the world is wrong. That the expanse of the universe is nigh infinite. That the sun is a star. That the centre of the earth is molten magma that will burn your asshairs if you get too close. That up above the clouds, it's not heaven - it's the atmosphere and it is space and it is planets and it is everything else that comprises the universe. That children are brought by fucking and not the stork. When you use God to answer your questions, you are being childishly naive. You can have your faith that He will spank you, but when it comes to basic biological science, leave Him out of it, dig? Please? For the safety of the world.
And while we're at conceit - Why do people say God Bless Amerika? What, is it bless Amerika and fuck everyone else? Scorch them with fire and brimstone? What makes us so damn superior in tthis country, 'eh? Why not God Bless the World? What's wrong with all those other countries? Because they might not be xians? Oh well, take these quotes into consideration on that one... From three of the great founding fathers in this great land...
"Lighthouses are more useful than churches."
Benjamin Franklin
"This would be the best of all possible worlds if there were no religion in it!"
John Adams
"Christianity is the most perverted system that ever shone on man."
Thomas Jefferson
Just keep that in mind, the next time you say In God We Trust.
Saul Williams : Tr(n)igger
So you don't like the way we're running things. And you don't like the way the chissle clangs. You want to blame it on the government. On why you got no money for your rent. You want to start a revolution. And blame it on the institution. You know there's only one solution. Now tell me what you're going to do, son. The trigger is you. The ngh is you. So what you going to do? You want to blame them boys in Lebanon. And act like you don't know where they get it from. You want to project all your problems. And murder everyway to solve them. WOULD JESUS CHRIST COME BACK AMERIKAN? WHAT IF HE'S IRAQI AND HERE AGAIN?! You'll have to finally face your fears, my friend. Who's going to hold your hand when that happens. The trigger is you. The ngh is you. So what you going to do? What do you teach your children. About me? What do you teach your little children. About me? Pimp thug bling druglord of the undergrounded king. How can you be so sure I won't call down the rain? What do you teach your little children about me? You point your gun way high, and run I've seen it rain. The trigger is you. The ngh is you.
Honestly folks, for xians, you're not very christlike. Very bitter and spiteful and mean. Hateful and belligerent. You hate anyone different from you, and that makes me sad to see where you're going to end up. Sorry folks, god is not the only right. It's not. Be a little more understanding, open your heart and LOVE. You want to be xian? Love everyone. And mean it. Help others without an ulterior motive. Funny thing is, while I abhor xianity, I am probably more of a bloody xian than any of you. Because I hold not one ounce of hate in my bones. Not really. I hate no one, I hate nothing. I feel sorry for humanity, and sometimes the only way to express that is through vehement rambling. But I don't hate you people. I just want you to see. I want you to open your eyes and see that maybe there's another explination out there. One that involves logic and not dogma.
They're both five letter words. And both have og in the middle, which is one letter away from a reversal of god. So really, maybe your superstitions - maybe they want you to grow up and learn to think for yourselves and comprehend that as a child, you needed fantastic mythology. But now, you're semi-intelligent beings with, at least, a little wisdom. Please. Just, engage your brains and learn to think. That's all I ask.
-tips hat-
Farewell, my friends. I don't hate you, and I still consider you all my friends.
Christopher.
