Rhino Pups

Seems, everyone I know is tending toward the Ostritches.. I'm not going to be crass here, or harsh in my critque.. Just aware of the alienation that is gone from a seeming sting to full-on flame-to-skin when I point out the least little bit of adverse and/or subversive thought..

Now, some latch quickly onto the ever-so easy *conspiracy* write-off; like those of us that're thinkin this shit just climbed on the kook bandwagon or something?! What the fuck? Could it be that, maybe, there some *feeling* that rattles the marrow; that rings warped and is noticeable and has been recognizably (from afar mind you 1993 to be exact) wrong with society.. I often wonderin amazement at how many still get buy (sic) on the american dream now-a-days.. That greedy consumption that reminds me of termites eating deadwood. When is 'buying crap that you really don't need' enough?

I know, I know, what's the point of all this, this drivel? The attention spans, once tumescent dvining rods, shrink up like flaccid pricks smelling rubber.. It's just not convincing to the little head that it's for protection and security.. But, seriously, what am I trying to say..

I'll tell ya......... Nothin yet.. How's it feel to've wasted that little bit of time?

I've started this blog for two reasons: Ventilation and Reckoning..

I've followed blogs like Tim Bouchers 'Pop Occulture' and Rigorous Intuittion and the Huge Entity looking for novelty and direction and understanding to this unease that riddles every fiber of my being.. I introspect therefore I am.. I'll get the latin for you and title another blog with an in depth discussion on the niceties of observing from the perimeter like a lone satellite waiting to birth new life.. But, until then I have to face up to the fact that fragmented shoddy poetics will suffice until I wake my muse from the *obey* slumber..

Shaftoe Out..

p.s. Under the Ropes...