As you read these words and peruse this page, please remember to bear in mind that I have no interest in anything anybody looking in on this blog/rant/nihilistic vomiting of high-level wisdom (replace descriptive text as necessary) actually thinks, with the uncommon exception of those who I know understand. And those who I know understand, need no explanation. This concise and emblazoned mantra is vital to the integrity of The Voyage as a whole, and as such probably negates the term "blog".... Yes, I think we can agree on that; this thing is no more a blog than a warped image, slowly being formed in sporadic bursts with a clumsy wide-toothed brush and an ever increasing palette of rare and dangerous colours. This page, and all views therein, exist solely as a means of posterity through which future writings can be more highly appreciated in a distinct framework of linear progressive thought. Like a super-rabid jackal locked in a cage for posthomous study – this thing, whatever it is, can only be safely tackled in hindsight, with the appropriate veterinary degree and the latest high-powered laser cutting devices from Japan. And I have both on pre-order….
So, anyone posting anything meant in an even mildly antagonistic way, and directed at the author in the subtle guise of “you’re a dickhead and I hate your condescending opinion” through to the masterful “who the fuck are you and why the fuck did you indiscriminately pluck my personal youtube page out from the random-scented pantry of the world-wide-web”, are generally wasting their time, whilst only aiding in supplying fodder to other more "informed" personage; those familiar with that 'click' of recognition when the words and minds of the reader and writer, or a crude and mystical conjugation of the two in some sort of Shakespearian wet-dream, flow as if going somewhere. A definitive and conclusive destination, of sorts, which can be seen silhouetting the crimson horizons of the paragraphs thereafter... A seemingly pointless rant which can sometimes develop a flow reminiscent of those found beneath the steaming geysers of Icelandic landmasses moments before a monumental explosion of scolding Nordic steam…..
The point is, a point can always be found, even in the most low lying geographical locations of the tapestry of life. Everyday occurrences. We can occasionally find ourselves aimlessly wrestling with the deep rooted machinery that keeps us all securely tied to the roof-rack of the Beast's race-edition Bugatti Veyron, where the wind and the noise and the fear and the driving rain act to limit the vital flow of blood to the brain and soul to the fingers.....And during such incidents, we owe it to ourselves and our species to break out and scream to the world that this is all just a violent shit-storm, created and manipulated by those who currently find themselves afforded the luxury of being able to do so. But their time will come, as it does for all. Change is, afterall, the single constant. This is something I think we could all do with remembering from time to time. Occasionally, when we grapple with such deep and meaningful notions, we rupture the neuro-cortextual seal, and with a sudden and prolonged bust of fast acting dimethyltryptamine: Break-Free. And in these moments of purified realization, when all things outside the immediate reality of our own subjective thoughts begin to waver, and the point seems perilously close to careering over the edge into Drug Obscurity; the whole thing comes back around again, full circle, and with a touch of skilful editing and more than a splash of good fortune, we arrive somewhere recognizable. Prose of such determination is a strange and beautiful phenomenon. And the best examples are always wild and barely tameable, kicking off on tangents like a pythagorean stallion in a slaughterhouse.
Alas, the challenge is laid at the feet of those brave and noble soldiers who are still reading, by which I mean actually soaking in words and their progressive meaning like a fresh sponge in a pool of liquid oxygen, to disregard any remaining love for a system which doesn't truly represent any of us. And as Phil Collins sounds as if he may have once sung, in a song who’s lyrics were probably not penned by him nor even considered to be of true artistic merit by the man himself: “I can feel it coming in the air tonight”. God Bless you Phil. And THAT is what being a benign puppet of the 80’s Shit Generation gets you. No soul and a fat wallet. Long suffering pain and just enough cash to dull the ache with mountains of ego and bullshit. Take your pick. But hurry up about it……
True Story
Which brings me nicely onto this fellow, who proves once and for all that first impressions ARE everything, in his undoubtedly stunning introductory video, which I implore you to now watch:
http://www.youtube.com/user/Sonordrums778
Thank you Anthony. And thus we commence:
"I am a musician, I play bass, keyboard and the occasional drums. I record and master all my own music. I DO NOT SMOKE OR DRINK"
Man, you sound like a fucking riot...Sieg Heil baby.....bring your guilt-trip over here why dontcha....In all seriousness though; I immediately lost interest. Do some market research, or even better, pay me to do some for you. Subliminal Advertising Inc: “a professional and respectable hatchet job for payment in legal gold bullion". Because theres no such thing as bad publicity, or so they say. Throw the bastards the old quick sell….Live the Dream….And by such bullish attacks, Anthony, I’m not saying that smoking and drinking would make you an icon, nor for certainty would the continuous 72-hour use of cannabis or pscylocibin containing mushrooms (although this could be an avenue worth exploring further for those interested in success with truth); I'm just suggesting that maybe this sort of habitual “I'm a clean living conformist and often get overcome by the urge to advertise that very fact ,even during a single line personal statement which SHOULD be used to inform the audience about what makes my soul tick and who I really am, whilst simultaneously answering their questions as to why they should spend their time trying to find out why they should be interested in me at all” ethos, could well lead to the dry and dusty roads of Nothingness. Mental Death and a subtle appreciation for Britney Spears, Reality TV and the joys of reading Celeb Magazine.....
THAT sort of business model gets flies in the cake my friend. And an exceedingly sticky cake it is….
And finally, Anthony, If you ever somehow manage to stumble upon this blog, the aforementioned sales pitch is yours, in a seminal “we are all one consciousness” gesture of utter Mercy. Crimp it. Its yours. X
*Disclaimer:- Marketing is evil and the way of the doomed - pay no attention to it at all. Be Yourself to Yourself and never hide from the underlying Truth.
**Secondary Disclaimer: All quotations contained herein do not subscribe to the traditionally accepted grammatical laws regarding technical usage, i.e. enclosed phrases, words or conglomerations of language, native or otherwise, may not have been said, either verbally, in written word, or in any other sequence of actions designed to intimate any element of truth or connection with the underlying 'point' whatsoever, by any person, living, dead or otherwise, ever.
***Subsequent to recently sought legal advices, I feel it prudent to confirm the possible existence of a rumour which suggests that our hero Anthony said nothing even remotely resembling the words which the above paragraphs may have intimated. It is also rumoured that the real inspiration for the piece, and the puss-filled source of the soul-less subject blurb of governmentally endorsed clean living obscurity, was in fact Anthony's friend "BioMessiah", and that the author had, in the depths of a full-scale chemical-breakdown, mistaken one profile page for another. The author is in no position to comment on this posible red-herring, thought to have been strategically manufactured by concerned members of totalitarian control groups far worse than George Orwell's fantastic nightmares, as the investigatory procedures required to shed light on such accusations would undoubtedly be too complex to transpose into words.... in English at least. This, however, is beside the point. I feel we have covered good ground and have benefitted from our explorations together. Anthony's sacrifice was a means to an end, for the greater good of mankind and other such vague moral contractual clauses….
Peash
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