Mental Constipation

(8:59:41 PM) Ole :
“Cold Men and Colder Graves”
(9:00:08 PM) Alexander (::
Warm beer and cold women+*
(9:00:10 PM) Alexander (::
+++++++++?
(9:01:16 PM) Ole :
Fun with a stun gun!
(9:01:37 PM) Alexander (::
Whistlin past the graveyard?
(9:02:23 PM) Ole :
dicin’ on the rooftop
(9:02:53 PM) Alexander (::
Buried in mah pencil case?
(9:04:44 PM) Ole :
Steampipe Whizzbang
(9:05:04 PM) Alexander (::
Drive shaft pole vault
(9:06:11 PM) Ole :
deep earth spectacle
(9:06:36 PM) Alexander (::
Deep space dementia
(9:07:30 PM) Ole :
Vivid viral infection
(9:08:35 PM) Alexander (::
Naucious nasal fractionzes
(9:11:23 PM) Ole :
click-clack cache
(9:12:41 PM) Alexander (::
Do-rag-dirt \-bag
(9:13:33 PM) Ole :
frappucino-frolicing faggott
(9:14:34 PM) Alexander (::
Jævla spanjolnellik!
(9:15:11 PM) Ole :
Nødvendig Nakkeskudd
(9:15:32 PM) Alexander (::
Unødvendig umennekse
(9:16:08 PM) Ole :
Bra Bøddel
(9:16:39 PM) Alexander (::
SKITHÆLLVETESKÅKEN!

A crude sketch for a song text:

Voodoo Vaudeville
what a morbid thrill!

Voodoo Vaudeville
the show moves in for the kill.

Come in, come in/don’t be shied
Don’t mind the smell/of formaldehyde
We’ve got boas, apes/freaks, a clown!
Y’all gotta see/the show’s in town

And this next paragraph is more of an outline, it doesn’t really follow the same pattern. Possibly an interlude in the middle of the song.

But witness now, our main attraction:
Gather around, come, do see: a live undead!
What’s that? No, he can’t take off his head.

He’s a zombie, a drone, a witless man
brought under a curse in a strange distant land
the poor fella went into a comatose trance
but now, why, we’ve taught this dead man ‘to dance!

Nothing to see here, move along.

A spot of experimental writing today; more or less random scribbles during class. Tried to make it actually tell something and not being so verbose about it.

Perplexed, the pallid thief, stumbling backwards
fell off the ledge
but
hand clasping solid steel flag pole
watched his trilby hat fall thirty feet down into oncoming traffic.

White-knuckled determination -
They couldn’t have known! -
only his life cherished more than the diamond in his pouch.
They man in the coat and tie says
“surrender or be shot!”

A nine-life scoundrel living up to his name,
gonna let a fed ‘get the better?
No dice.
That terrace below is a bona fide escape route,
two-story leap of faith, hit the ground rolling.

EDIT: The result of my random playlist:

I wish I posted yesterday ’cause I’d love to read that today

Funny; I was just out on the porch reading an hour ago, and as I went in, thinking of how someone in the book - which is set in Paris in the 1920’s - was, even then, obsessed with money, the logic of being preoccupied by earning money in our society struck me. The next moment, though, Paul McCartney started singing ‘I don’t care too much for money/Money can’t buy me love’ in my head. I mused over this but didn’t really think anymore about it, had dinner etc. But, just now, I was reading again while listening to music from my random-choice playlist (meaning it chooses which song to play at random from all the songs on the lsit), which consists of approximately 2500 songs, ALL kinds of songs, and can you guess which song started playing? Yeah.

Trapped in Limbo, help.

EDIT: Okay, let me explain. Maybe I’ll make a real post for once. My day today: Wake up, “maybe D&D today, yay! Hmm, gotta write an adventure (to the uninitiated - plans for a roleplaying-session). Err, no specific ideas.” This is where my ‘trouble’ started. I decided to flip around in the Dungeon Master’s Guide II - great book, btw - and I came across a decent plot hook that I shamelessly stole. (I realize now that this post is going to have a lot of D&D-lingo in it. If you don’t play, this post might not be very interesting to you. So.. Start playing! [Seriously, I'm looking for players. If you know me personally and you think this sounds interesting {http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dungeons_and_dragons}, contact me somehow, and I'll tell you all about it])

Ehrm where was I.. yeah, I got off the PC, put on some music and started writing. Now, I can be a pretty restless person, and once I had gotten the very basics down I started getting, well, bored. It’s not that I was particularly uninspired or even unwilling to write the adventure, I just kind of felt like just doing some mindless, entertaining thing (like play cod4 or whatever). At the same time, though, I felt like being creative, and yeah, cue the first sentence in the post. I’ve felt like that all day. And of course when no one could make it for a session today writing the adventure lost some of the point (or at least the carrot/whip that I usually need to get things done).

It’s an extreme luxury-predicament, I know, but it just makes me so tired. Sucks with it being the last day of the vacation and all (aaaaah back to school.. m-e-h).

02:14 AM: The lunar eclipse is two hours away, and I’m sitting here refreshing the page showing my bid for an obscure, out-of-print Dungeons & Dragons book on eBay, hoping not to get outbid. Man, do I feel like a freak.

EDIT: Too cloudy outside to see the moon, meaning I stayed up needlessly.. but hey, at least I won the auction.

(I’d write something about the eerie silence outside at 04:00 AM but I just like that comment as it stands)

Our freedom is an illusion. Which is natural - it couldn’t be any other way. Freedom and systems are mutually exclusive. The question is of course how broad that illusion is, and for some decades now, I believe it has stretched quite far. Lately, though, the safeguards put up by believers in our core ‘Western’ ethics have seemingly been slowly, quietly, dismantled. Of course, I don’t think there’s some nefarious conspiration behind this all, but rather it is the result of a need for increased security measures, a surge in technology and the rise of what I would call dangerous attitudes harboured by top politicians.

Control is what this really is about, and true enough, we are being subtly controlled just about every minute of our lives. Marketing has used subconscious manipulation for half a decade - why shouldn’t governments have?

But by all means, the powers of market economy and the essential decency of the White Mans culture will save us - so go back to buying your Swedish furniture, drink the Kool-Aid, take the opium, etc, etc.

Lastly, I will make my own little counterintuitive contribution to your continued decadency; enjoy.

(Behold the divinity of Claudia Brücken )

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