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[absterjo]

Commander Keen says:

hey

public image says:

yo

public image says:

im off to bed in a min

Commander Keen says:

ok

Commander Keen says:

g'night!

public image says:

not yet

public image says:

how r u?

Commander Keen says:

not bad

Commander Keen says:

a bit grumpy, actually

public image says:

whats up?

Commander Keen says:

ah, me and

Comments

[causticwench]

This wasn't quite brainless enough for Messenger.

[windmill100]

i'm not sure if I want to go to oxford.
I'd agree with you on 'what's the point of anarchy for anarchy's sake', if that's what you even meant. It explains why the clash were 100 times better than the sex pistols at any rate.

[absterjo]

ah, come to oxford. where people think about stuff then type it into a computer. some of them get books out of it. I get an LJ entry.
you've got to love yeats though.
i might just start posting other people's poetry.

[noimagination]

Yeah, you didn't even wuss out of the conversation by saying 'boing' or talking about cheese.

[causticwench]

I love Charlotte.

[mcnedwin]

On the stuff about rules, Terry Pratchett had this to say:

"That's why you have rules. So's you THINK before you break 'em."

And I must admit, I can't help being an optimist. At least, at times. That doesn't mean I don't get depressed, or that I suddenly find miraculous answers for all the horrible, disgusting things humanity does to itself, however much I want to. As far as I'm concerned, it means that everyone can, somehow, affect the world, that everyone has a purpose in life - however shallow that reason may seem - that life doesn't conform to fate and that no matter how bad it gets some people will continue to dream. I'm certain there's something actually meaningful as well, rather than this back-of-a-cereal-packet guff, but I can't really express it. Anyway, that's just my opinion. And there IS no point to anarchy for anarchy's sake. Anarchy for anarchy's sake is just attention-seeking masquerading as something it hopes is vaguely justifiable. Okay, rant over.

[absterjo]

I think you're right. I feel like that most of the time, that combination of purpose, destiny and control. I think when we distill and sell it to the americans we'll call it "the arrogance of youth." It's a feeling I love.

Sometimes though, the world seems bent on kicking that feeling out of me, and I'm left questioning the dreams I carry around. I already know most of them are impossible, that's why i love them as dreams. But when the world does something to question whether you're dreams even make sense, you're in trouble. The World (by that i mean the concrete, the leaves, the tramps) just presents you with one single fact about yourself, that you can't deny, and then all the dreams come crashing down. And we spend a long time trying to hide from facts about ourselves. Because facts about ourselves are things we can't change, and the imprison us.

But i feel much better today. Glad to know there's people out there who're thinking, too...