new account: for_vengeance

i often question why i love music so much, and why others just... don't. and when i say 'love', i mean it in the experimental way, as if an aficionado. only after listening to an interview of porcupine tree's steven wilson is it clear. i love music for the infinite introduction to new sounds, for the multitude of narratives, for the innumerable ( Read more... )

we are progressing towards becoming a machine. it is an ethic towards dissecting teams--surgical strikes and cold knives. it is to be their millstone, to grate away. grind and grind, like a pestle to a solid. it is execution. it is aggression. it is efficiency. and, above all, it is unity and belief. RPI tourny in Albany within two months; NACBA@ ( Read more... )

i shifted you, crossed you up, broke you down, and made you stumble. you looked like a fucking fool because i had then dropped the ball and left. you ain't at my level. who's got next ( Read more... )

it is the fact that being surrogate has denied one noumenal status. totalized in reification, destruction operates covertly, a sinister project beneath the conscious. you who have fallen to fetishization, to the objectification of the subject, to the estrangement of the Other-qua-commodity--well, one hopes that there is soon a conscious rupture of ( Read more... )

i feel stolid. maybe it's a slight hangover. i feel like there should be something or someone who i should be thinking about, but there just isn't. like an abandoned desire, objectless.

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i like how we were the only ones who knew we were eying each other the whole night. someday.

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it's annoying that people mistake my chilling for boredom. what's ( Read more... )

three and a half hours lost to tossing and turning. a clouded and confounded mind. too much shit has been going wrong lately. earlier, i was marking a grammar test for my ESL class; my students scored horribly. 6.5/49, 12/49, and 14/49. i realized: they didn't score horribly--i did. i've been a horrible teacher to them. i assumed that my initial ( Read more... )

give me one more reason to stay here, and i'll turn right back around. give me one more reason to stay here, and i'll turn right back around. said i don't wanna leave you lonely, you gotta make me change my mind. while chapman's voice reifies into the radio airspace, throwing my body into a 90s american groove, kim is redeeming the lama's pity for ( Read more... )

ever since first year, oxford was always a dream. i had always rationalized a No and blamed money. but this is Yes to life, and Yes to my last opportunity as an undergrad. and what better way than to study shakespeare (!) while i'm there? i've already done the course in toronto, and got a pretty good mark. but it's not about the credit. it's about ( Read more... )

i watch the chaotic affair that is the puddle. rain pours down, scattering the electric moon's image into a riot. but one word comes to mind only--tumultuous. a savory word that rolls off the tongue, gifting the chaos with an elegance. like how 'raining fire' sets autumn ablaze.

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ah TL, i know you don't come here but where would i be without you? ( Read more... )