Untitled #8

[Sepia]

We are driven into the madness by ourselves, we strive not for perfection nor understanding, we merely strive. Strive to follow the letter of the law, strive to build the perfect castle before the tidal waves come rushing, we feel that there is no time, we feel time was something we used to have, sitting idle on our fingers as we were students or simply out of work, the time we had then we used to wake and bake before killing enough hours until it was socially acceptable to go out for drink for we were never drunks, we were never alcoholics we were just wasted youth with time on our hands.

We didn't understand the message, we didn't understand the seriousness of the situation before it was too late, we have become the gods of hindsight and none of it matters much any more because we hear the masses and we hear them cheer some man on a stage and we can hear the man tap his microphone nervously saying he didn't know what would happen and the people explode in cries of victory as the last ideas, the last concepts that required anyone to think or research or do some shit that wasn't filled with glamour decay in our hearts for this is the shift of paradigm they've all spoken about so many times, here is the new armor we shall wear with pride.

They say it's technology and society's fault that we're pressed for time, that we don't have the time to give our kids a proper upbringing, they say it was better before and as masters of hindsight we still forget that the portion of our lives that are past sparkle with a rosy tint. All we want is more excuses, which is what we invent, new excuses to sit on our arses every night of the week and the year and we really want it comfortable, everyone shy of conflicts or conscious of conflicts as we've delved into the heart of meta but no illumination is present but it's ok, we know that illumination is achievable.

[President Television]

I should really get out of the house more.

[Cramulus]

this one made me swell up like I wanted to scream but I didn't scream


I want this piece in print. I want it to open a book about turning it all around.

[Sepia]

this one made me swell up like I wanted to scream but I didn't scream


I want this piece in print. I want it to open a book about turning it all around.

I really appreciate the compliments but for now, there will be no dead tree versions of what I write. My knowledge about english/american publishing houses are lacking and any help I've tried to enlist from the norwegian writers union about tips and hints have only been met with no replies. Also, any contract that I'd have to sign would force me to compromise my writing and at this time, this is for me completely unacceptable.

Cram, you're a darling and I like you very much but the only way you'll see it on paper is if you reformat it and print it out. Anything I write and post here, you can do whatever you want with as long as there are no profits.

[Cramulus]

sweet - more on that later