Type 1 civilization Humanity approaches Distancing from Nature Energy from all sources On Earth it would harness Type 0 to Type 1 Enormous energy consumption The only parameter Determining type of civilization Natural disasters Earthquakes, tsunamies To be sources of energy Technological advances Life artificially distancing Flora and fauna Only on smartphones and computers Living in virtual reality A reality Living in Nature's lap A dream Current civilization Somewhere Type 0 and Type 1 in between Type 0 civilization Minimal energy consumption Pollution free environment Imagine roaming about In a jungle Riding a horse Bow and arrows on shoulder Sword in one hand The other holding bridle reins Horse galloping the trail Then meeting princess Of your dream In type 1 civilization Man would be an intelligent mass Overwhelmed by technology To and fro Moon and Mars Enter next type civilization Dyson sphere Around the Sun To materialise Channelize and harness Solar energy Earth towards Farther from Nature Artificiality upwards!
Vestigial limbs of a memory forgotten itch like bicycle shoestrings tapping every spoke. One day my brother asked me to visit someone with him he said the guy was my age and feeling down because his cat ran away I said sure, that sounds like a nice thing to do. After 20 minutes I realized why the cat ran I was planning my escape route as well this guy was miserable completely negative —it was annoying and then he said it: "System of a Down sold out with Toxicity, which was a garbage album." the layers of stupidity sent me into a k-hole. Millions of fans would **** Serj Tankien's **** if only SOAD would make one more album but yeah, their sellouts, and your cool. Clearly, screaming, "banana, banana, terracotta pie" repeatedly is just telling people what they want to hear. I tried to change the subject to politics but he made it clear he had absolutely no interest, well no **** he doesn't understand SOAD, it's pretty political, but because art is subjective he thinks his opinion has value and it does—it lets me know to stay away from his negative idiocy.
Kind of like a car ride I shared with an older right wing friend of my father. He scanned the radio like a crackhead searching for a song in the shallow pool he enjoyed his lexicon limited, our selection scarce like a lost cat trapped in a garage unaware of what is and isn't food. We came across I Got A Name by Jim Croce and he said, "Nope. No Jim Croce in this car." Really? ******* Jim Croce? I guess I wouldn't like his music either if I voted for Leroy Brown.
It'd be naive of me to think these people don't work for The New Yorker calling Ford V Ferrari "empty and hollow". **** dude, I hate to break it to you but if you can't find emotion in that movie that's a flaw in you and the hordes of imbeciles approaching art with a "this better ******* impress me" attitude tearing apart any movie that aims for anything elevated to be just generally miserable or to show how "smart" they are. Meanwhile, sniping at an actually empty and hollow movie is seen as punching down and a waste of time so a subculture of cynics is developed infecting others with toxicity to see art as a challenge to one's intelligence rather than honest emotional expression then people miss out on the full capability of art and consume it improperly and regurgitate it in front of me like a feeble feral cat.
How can you deny this feeling I think as I’m creeping Outside your window watching you sleeping I hope you willfully dreaming Of us steaming, our love sharing Now my tempers flaring Thinking you ignoring All this love I’m giving So stop stringing Me along this road, I’m hurting You killing, My life slowly and I’m sliding Losing all part of me I’m deteriorating So please stop faking I love you with all my heart but you making This anger uncontrollable it’s damning My soul constantly tearfully craving Your touch so stop playing My hand reaching out to you suddenly stopping My thoughts disturbing My mesmerized eyes, now I’m running Tears streaming….. Thoughts racing, heart pumping, legs darting., I’m shaking thinking, I’m losing me to you willingly My lungs bleeds for me to stop shouting...... Save me!!!!!!!!
When you love someone that it consumes you, you become a passenger within yourself...
O, shapeshifter reveal your truths which have no shape.
O, beast of all beasts: soaring swimming running hopping, feathered furred scaled shrouded, naked. Claws reach for a submerged feast. Tail wriggling, caught by the sky. Smooth skin hidden by design gracefully opens. Extending, snatches a meal of bug mid-flight. Muscle meeting by chance, tooth taking sustenance. Ragged breathe torn from one body to be worn by the next. Highly sophisticated eyes become a snack. Division ceases.
O, reveler! O, peace in chaos! O, pleasant reminder of romp! O, devourer of the devoid, shaping reality by way of playful lovers!