days like these

days like these leave me feeling blue. days after, days like these.

i wonder if steven "third" reich has days like these

or if its all happy clapping for him as well. 

just the two of us

Just the two of us - we can make it if we try .

hipsters and capitalism that is

a haw haw haw

its a bit like julias theme

Pollination and collaboration

TVTVTVTVTVTV is proud to introduce myredhotcar a blogger that has previously been in Whatwouldthecaptiando together with this here writer. . He blogs about making and build and making and building. you should probably look yourself rather than taking my word for it .Learn how to build a synth, or wobble the step of the dub with the light.

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He is an important collaborator and from collaboration comes songs with pollination that avoid sound like ducks fed to right said bread

By design, we are failing

It was only a matter of time before this happened. That is to say time doesn't really matter, so it wasn't so much a matter as in an issue as of no matter at all. Time and matter being separate constraints you see. Or perhaps not, I forget.

But the point in had, or rather the rule is that there is only so much that can occur before it leads to excessive self indulgence, infact perhaps everything that occurs is always by its nature indulgent, or it would not have occurred in the first place. And this leads us to a discussion of the performance as communication , rather than introspection. Of a duality between commutator and the recipient of the communication, accurately or otherwise. Like all communication it requires a bare minimum of two persons to exist. not one, but two, or more perhaps, more often infact. Therefore if the performance is an introspective one, it fails to communicate it fails to exist.  and therefore wasn't a performance in the first place.

by design we are failing. 

I can't seem to think straight in this langauge

Music is a language. There is no stealing, ef you are lucky and become successful with annarra ideas, involve þá, help þeim að get where you are. 

(stolen from Alec E)

if you are using language to express your emotions they aren't really your emotions they are just some other emotions described by someone other guy who wrote some other  words for the language in the first place, this is a real buttfuck , because you cant even think without using your langauge anyway. so if you cant think without using the language some other woman wrote then you can't really have your own thoughts. 

not said by samuel beckett.

now take your hat off and sit down you pretentious bilinugal knobjockey

Principles don't put bread on the table

A self-proclaimed Communist and homosexual, U.S. poet THE WREN caused a stir in several Communist countries he visited (Czechoslovakia in 1965, Yugoslavia in 1980, China in 1984), to the extend of being expelled from Cuba in 1965. His visit in Hungary in 1980 went smoother and he could perform the poetry readings and meetings with political activists that were his usual diet while travelling abroad 

where you are is exactly where you are supposed to be

Where you are is exactly where you are supposed to be. this is a conundrum . if we are where we are supposed to be the possibility of all progress is eliminated , gone ,  existing without purpose and so failing to exist at all, at least in any meaningful way.  But if we are to find ourselves standing in the way of progress surely that is a good thing, the relentless ever march call for progression. this is something we can and should ignore quite happily, and make us happy it will , to co-opt out of this race, out of all desire. like some sort of Buddha. or bum, or worse a Buddha Bum. Which is probably in and of itself better.

But for right now. I'm going to stick my head in the sand. Right where it belongs. Right where it is supposed to be.

Never happened

When you decide to be nice to me , I'll be a happier person.

Over and over until it has never happened but it will always have been

Dentistry

• Children from routine and manual backgrounds have, on average, one more tooth with obvious tooth decay than other children.
• 5-year-olds in the North of England have, on average, more missing, decayed or filled teeth then 5-year-olds in the South (excluding London) or the Midlands.

The first graph shows, for both 5-year-olds and 15-year-olds, how the average number of teeth with obvious tooth decay varies by the social class of their family.

The data source for the first graph is a 2003 government survey entitled Dental Health Survey of Children and Young People (tables 1 to 3).  The data relates to the United Kingdom.  The choice of 5-year-olds and 15-year-olds is to avoid the age group where primary teeth are being replaced by permanent teeth.

The second graph shows how the average number of missing, decayed or filled teeth for 5-year-olds varies by region.

The data source for the second graph is a large 2007/08 survey conducted by the British Association for the Study of Community Dentistry.  

source : http://www.poverty.org.uk/22/index.shtml

When I moved to a council estate, I had eight fillings. I am not a statistic, but my teeth have their own ideas.

Please don't take me to the dentist today.

ooze ooze ooze

many things in life are a duality. but what's a duality if its not an endless compromise. and what's a compromise if its not a result where neither side gets what they want. I'd like to believe in anarchism I really would. but we tried it once and it didn't turn out well. in a group there is always a leader. and in a duality there is always a master and a slave. granted they may be both master and slave at the same time , or at different times, competing or complementary. but the duality is always a certainty. and the one thing about a duality is its neither one thing nor the other yet both at the same time. quite uncertain if you will. a certain uncertainty. of yin and yang, or ones and zeros, or haves and have nots. Him and Her

life would be simpler if there was no duality. but life would be more cruel. at least for one side , so this simplicity we cannot have. unless we are to spend our lives eating one big misogynistic cheese pasty. and that would be a terrible affair

where's my paycheck

a filthy song for a filthy system

vocalise the agit

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