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24th September 2011

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Food for thought and then dessert

Hello once again ( nonexistent ) readers, as you can see, I’m back to posting once again which means I am either feeling poetic and elegaic ( like Lil’ Wayne ) or am rather inebriated. ( which is a polite term for ’ drunk as fuck ’ but you knew that didn’t you, love )

Alright I’ll go easy on the bracketed comments for now.

What comes to mind is the topic that has dominated the human mind and spirit of centuries or even millenia, ( if we weren’t apes spouting gibberish back then ) that which is power.

What is power? For some, it is the capability to have anything and everything your heart desires at a whim. For others, it is fear, having the entirety of mankind bow at your feet and speaking your name in hushed reverence. Something like Neo when he could do all that flying and I-can-take-on-387387835932 guys-in-Zegna-suits crap.

The very idea of power is subjective but what puzzles me is that most in this big beautiful world lust after that which is material ( which is the ” capability to have everything ” bollocks that I just stated ) when the dominion of the human mind or at least the potential to influence or change another person’s beliefs, ideals or school of thought is within grasp.

Think about it, even something as simple as text: the Bible, the Qu’ran, the Buddhist Sutras, the Hindu Vedas have all affected the lives of people in one way or another. It’s quite a staggering thought but millions of people live their everyday lives governed by the philosophy and moral conduct written by a few men.

Now if that’s too large a scale for you to relate to, take books and novels for example. Almost every popular book series has garnered a following that could rival religions’. Harry Potter has inspired an entire cynical generation of teenagers to become enchanted by magic once again. Proven by the enormous number of partygoers who run around in robes and wave little sticks fashioned to look like wands during Halloween. My personal favourite is the slutty Hermione Granger one. You could also take the Twilight quadrilogy but somehow it’s kind of restricted to teenage girls ( and homosexual men ) who are obsessed with Taylor Lautner’s abs and how Robert Pattinson glitters under the sun like a meth addict who has hit some good shit.

Everything that we are is a composition of every book you’ve read, every movie you’ve seen, everything someone has said to you and you thought was cool ( Mainly because he was two years older than you, had a cigarette dangling off his lip like James Dean and could play the first few chords of ’ Smells Like a Teen Spirit ’ on an acoustic guitar ), a haunting photograph or picture someone else has taken, a piece of art someone created ( does not include your kindergarten macaroni and glitter masterpieces ) and the list could go on forever but you get the idea.

There is power in everything, from the ritualistic voodoo dances and drumbeats a Houngan performs to the hastily scribbled graffiti you find confronting you in a subway tunnel. The reason which being is that through every creation of man, feelings are infused. Take the scribblings of a student who has just discovered puberty for example: Mark luvs Sherry 4eva, Weiming sux dick, call 92847462 for free sex ( randomly generated number please do not try there is rarely such a thing as free sex and if it were I doubt anyone would share it on the backseat of the bus service 21 in correction fluid ) . There are hope, dreams, hate and resentment inscribed into simple plastic with cheap stationary but somebody felt exactly that at that point of time and felt strongly enough to bother putting it down then and there.

Even simple vandalism such as a spraypainted message such as ” Fight the System ” or an anarchastic quote could set off the spark in someone who happened to see it and lead him/her on to take action upon your words, your thought, your feelings and no one else’s.

If that isn’t power, I don’t know what is.

Except maybe having the money to hire 50 high end escorts and have them cavort around you in the nude while you film your own music video which sounds suspiciously like Right Said Fred’s song I’m Too Sexy.

But seriously, maybe it’s time to pick up that spray can and head down to your nearest subway and let the world know what you think. ( If a subway station is not available a more conveniently located underpass will suffice ) Sure, money is important, there’s no denying that everybody wants and needs it and we always want and need more. But goddamn it to hell, there are times when I ponder about the human life revolving around fashion, cars, wealth and sex and I think: there has to be the potential for higher thought within every single member of the human species. Without such purpose, we would be no better than animals.

Okay I take the sex part back.

And if that doesn’t work, you can probably beat the Holy Spirit of the cunt and I’m pretty sure he’ll listen to what you have to say.