the sleep of reason produces monsters.
recurring nightmares of extreme consumerism, spatial terrorism, blasphemy, complete rejection of identity, and a sense of me getting fucked by natural selection.
In red churches with bloodied corpses, tv ads that try to sell mobile phones with scantily clad angels, trees with grotesque mouths for trunks, gigantic black round spots that eat up houses and a scheming female doctor who wants to buy over my house, my social security assets and ultimately, my identity.
Add to that other dreams where i desperately yearn for the attention of a few familiar faces.
I have a sudden urge to spit in Freud's face.
I dont really want to check in again.
It seems the more i learn, the more i need to unlearn.
Postmodernism should be defined as the whole lot of gargantuan bullcrap that facilitates a lengthy discussion so everyone can have their opinion on that one thing - that is nothing.
A whole cycle of bullshit that takes us one full circle back into an empty mass of questions, warnings and interpretations to discriminate.
And then, a certain lecturer takes 3 slides to make 1 point.
For example, he just cant say a cat is fat.
He has to relate it to quantum physics, a lot of jargon, the length of whiskers divided by the amount of fur, compare the cat to a dog before he can communicate the idea that the cat is mathematically heavier than the average cat.
Its not that i want to be spoonfed, but its a really inefficient method of teaching(reiteration).
i hate being stuck in the ppc lab with no where to go. i resent being locked in there for hours.
Amidst that, the usual "you are always with girls" jibes i feel, has become a really lazy, immature and irritating way to define your friend.
Her "can we still be friends" question one year on, leaves me another question as to who i hate more - myself or her. And ive realised that for the longest time, i really didnt care.
but now i feel much better.
i think ill have to hide here until the monsters go away.