the kicking horse of scope creep

I’m sorry to have left you alone for this long. I spent nearly every moment of the past week pondering the utility of men in this mechanized age. The precious little time left over was then devoted to the consumption of candies obtained in foreign lands.

So my excuse is that I have been actively questioning the necessity of continued (and relatively unrestrained) human reproduction and this preoccupation has made it impossible for me to post mp3s with any sort of regularity.

I realize that this is a crappy excuse. I will attempt to adjust my priorities forthwith.

I still can’t think of anything to write. I’m just going to post this song, which I hope will be enough.

Casiotone for the Painfully Alone – I Love Creedence

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My head is a nest of noise.

Agata – Vertigo (Recti-Head)

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With only a few days passed since I purchased the razor with four blades (which I had been lead to believe was quite revolutionary) I discover that they now make one with five. To this situation there must be some sort of age old maxim that applies.

It was an attempt to take a chemically induced sleep state and ride it through the day, but failure reared its ugly head again. My hair was sticking out perpendicularly at the sides and I prayed to God that this embarrassment would be private.

Needless to say, I felt that I was caught in a thematic loop.

Hood – …the Cliff Edge of Workaday Morality

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Most of the people I have ever met have been bound by a threshold of genius. While they were far from substandard, they were all arbitrarily codified within the strata of ugly capitalism and they were then forced to make themselves content where they fell.

I have only encountered a few people possessed of true genius. They disappeared without warning into the aether. I can only hope that they remembered to bring something interesting to read.

I understand that my cataleptic seizure came at an inopportune time and I apologize for any awkwardness it may have caused you.

Acetate Zero – Remote Viewer Version

(Right click and save. I realize that this is a lackluster effort, but I have been working too long and I’m tired and disappointed with everything and you’re just going to have to accept it for what it is.)

I wish all of you would go home. It’s making me nervous and sad.

I wear black on the outside because black is how I feel on the inside.

I wear a fluorescent orange cotton terry headband because I don’t like sweat to get in my eyes when I’m powerwalking.