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Commander Keen says:
hey
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yo
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im off to bed in a min
Commander Keen says:
ok
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g'night!
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not yet
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how r u?
Commander Keen says:
not bad
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a bit grumpy, actually
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whats up?
Commander Keen says:
ah, me and dominique were discussing rock stardom
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and?
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i wanna be a rock star.
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and i'm not, and i won't be, so i'm a bit depressed about it.
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you can be, if you drop everything and do it
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and being a rock star isn't everything either
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sometimes i wish i could be
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but it hink it's ok just to touch a few people as well
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think*
Commander Keen says:
yeah
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well
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in a musical cat power-esque way, not a michael jackson way
Commander Keen says:
me too. it actually is nothing to do with rock stardom or not.
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hahah
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whats it about then
Commander Keen says:
it's to do with responsibility vs. freedom
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maybe not freedom
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haha, well you have the freedom to be responsible and vice versa
Commander Keen says:
responsibility vs. something...
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says cheapskate philosopher rich
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responsibilty vs not giving a fuck?
Commander Keen says:
something like not having anyone depend on anything you do
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yeah!
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basically
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hmm
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i've had exactly the same feeling for the past 14 years or something.
Commander Keen says:
i was never all that keen to go to "big school"
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me neither
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because then there's expectations of you.
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you have to be "grown up" and fulfil certain roles.
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not if you surpass them
Commander Keen says:
well yeah, but you have to play by the rules before you start being able to break them
Commander Keen says:
i mean, that applies even to artists and musicians.
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of course, you grow up learning that way until you're intelligent enough to take a different path
Commander Keen says:
how do you mean?
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well, how can you break the rules if you don't even know them
Commander Keen says:
well that's exactly it. i'm not really interested in "breaking the rules"
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i just wish we could have a life that allows us to be naive enough to not even know that there ARE rules
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or in fact, for us all to be naive enough for there to be no rules
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so basically, you wish we had the child-like mentality to be nice to each other etc
Commander Keen says:
well yeah
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although i guess by that token, going around curing people is a good way to do it.
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kids still step on insects, and kick the shit out of each other, no?
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for most people its human nature to be a tosser, unfortunately
Commander Keen says:
yeah, even kids are shit
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i never kicked the shit out of anyone.
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me neither
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bvut has anyone ever tried to kick the shit out of you?
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yeah
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a lot
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same here
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'nuff said
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people are shit
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said slipknot
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see, they were right!
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no-one's ever going to love everyone
Commander Keen says:
no
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no-one's ever going to be naive enough
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the problem is this:
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i want to live in a perfect world. and at one point i believed that was possible
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how
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because i knew nothing about the world.
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i mean its obviously not possible
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well, what is 'perfect'?
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whatever you want, the point is the world is not how you or i would like it to be, and every day we learn a little more about how completely impossible it is to do anything about it.
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each day a new fact, each day a new kick in the teeth for our idealism
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thats why we find people with similar mindsets to us
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each day another needleful of reality, and another dose of why we are completely wrong
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which means every day you've got one more fact, and one less dream
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well, i know what you mean, but what can you expect?
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there's still things left to dream about
Commander Keen says:
exactly. it's got to the point where we can't even expect anything other than the slow grinding away of our ideals
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they don't have to be grinded away though
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you can grind back
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can oyu?
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i mean, really? can you grind back at the world. is there anything you or i can do to make the world fuck us over
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to make the world fuck US over?
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erm
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sit in warrington all your life
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done
Commander Keen says:
sorry, missed a "not"
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out of that
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when you say 'world' who do you mean
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"make the world *not* fuck us over"
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i mean the whole world. the organisation of facts, people, concrete, metal. Zoos and golf courses and artillery ranges.
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all the things that i used to think were "wrong" and now just "are"
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but you still recognize they're wrong
Commander Keen says:
no
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i don't "feel" like they are anymore
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or if i do, it's in fleeting moments
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hmm
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when you just feel like we're getting it wrong. and then i have to go about the business of eating or sleeping or walking somewhere.
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http://www.well.com/user/eob/poetry/The_Second_Coming.html
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ah, w.b. yeats
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well yeah. he's got it right there.
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i've tried to be the optimist, but let's face it we're fucked, for the forseeable and unforseeable future
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we used to have gods that we couldn't see, who were in our image or whatever
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and now we have the media giving us our commandments
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led by the beautiful
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and the supposed brilliant
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and, ultimately, the rich and the greedy.
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and we can't compete
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nor should we.
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but where will we go to escape them?
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and, in order to subvert that, we'd have to take responsibility
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and use riches and greed to throw them out
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i'm not sure anymore if my ideals aren't mass-marketed.
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hmm
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the ideals are probably more held by many people, and therefore mass-marketed in order to profit from them
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how. sick. is. that?
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"turning rebellion into money"
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is it ok to turn money into rebellion then?
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i don't know.
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you know what, i'm going to post this in my LJ if that's ok, and then listen to the holy bible.
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this convo?
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and not do anything about the issues until i can think of what the actual problem is.
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yeah
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is that ok?
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yeah, go for it
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done.
The Second Coming -- W. B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?