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About me: | I'm an index player who's periodically learning spread. Away from FFR, I'm a writer and movie junkie. | Interests: | Writing, Beat and Rhythm games, video editing, Scrabble™, rally racing, film, cafe socials, shows(concerts/gigs), movie screenings, poetry readings, theater, animal rights/welfare and more. | Fav Music: | Hardcore/Metalcore/Post-Hardcore, Drum and Bass/Jungle/Progressive, Mosh/Thrash/Grindcore and more. | Fav Movies: | Independent Films & Psychological Thrillers | Homepage: | http://www.thesilenceindiction.blogspot.com |
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Billboards As PeoplePosted on: August 21, 2008, at 12:02:54pm [ 0 comments]
Everyone's a walking endorsement--
a brand name for an identity,
a cross-stitched tag for an image.
WASH WITH WARM WATER, your indirect false worship.
USE MILD SOAP to cleanse the marketing embedded deep beneath your skin.
DO NOT BLEACH the somber lies you blindly wear.
IRON FLAT your dreams, because you sold them to Calvin Klein and Starbucks.
TUMBLE DRY LOW your memories, for you are a corporate slave-soldier.
Welcome to the dry cleaners of the omnipotent advertisement that is society.
Apparel is always promotional.
Too bad individuality isn't.
© Copyright 2008 Joe Bilog
Riding The Night With A Trafficked MindPosted on: August 20, 2008, at 01:55:43pm [ 0 comments]
I was driving down Route 66, burritos on my mind and a stomach hungry for thought. It was late but hunger prevailed against lethargy, and here I was driving towards Del Taco. The streets were empty, and I was relaxed. I felt so free to just think - the lights were out around me, but man, Vegas would envy the festival of thought right here, inside this metropolis between my ears. Five miles, and no sign of Del Taco. Did I go the wrong way? Shit, I did.
Red light. Green Light. Go.
And so I continued on, the only other street it could be on. I thought of her. I always think about her. I thought about how much I wanted things to change. But I had to be patient. I thought about the smile only she brought onto my face. I wish she could be here with me, sitting in the car with a trafficked mind too, and in an instant a conversation would give birth between us, immersed with our overflowing ideas and colorful banter. I wanted to create a world with her; I wanted us to beautifully destroy each other, to create each other. Damn! It wasn't on this street either. I decide to just settle for Taco Bell. After waiting ten minutes, they tell me that they're out of rice. I take my cognitive cash back and decide to find someplace else to get food.
Red Light. Green Light. Go.
Ralphs closed twelve minutes ago. Damn, I've already tacked on ten miles on this midnight journey. Albertsons is closed too, and at this point desperation is running high. I pass by three cop cars surrounding a scene of four officers arresting two drug dealers. I wonder if they had burritos on their minds, if they ran into a detour in a quest for the food of thought. The streets are empty, and I felt like speeding because all this thinking, all these wonderful thoughts are making my nerves dance, and I go. 120mph and it's still not keeping up with my thoughts. Of her. Of life. Of these trees, these lampposts and these lights turning into a melting blur around me.
Red Light. Green Light. Go.
I wasn't having any luck finding food, and the streets were growing tired of my wandering. I decided to go to the hole-in-the-wall Mexican joint near my house, a three minute walk down the street. I burned twenty miles of gasoline and thoughts for a restaurant three minutes away. But I didn't care; I had everything on my mind and nothing in my stomach. I ate, and waited for the thoughts to digest.
© Copyright 2007 Joe Bilog
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| | Haha, maybe it's because youre so used to your facial structure that over the years youve over analyzed yourself that it's hard to see? But it's probably just because I'm crazy or someshiit. ;p &&Yes I doo, Happyemo3. How original, huh? :] | | thx for the add | | holy jeebus i suck at index songs. when you get good at spread, though, you'll have the advantage of being able to index the index songs. so not fair ): | | i've been getting better. well since we last played. :3 once you learn spread, everything will be like infinity times easier. anyway i missed you. wb xD | | hey n.n when did you get back? | | well, the main reason is that im starting to not be able to stand school. Mostly cuz everyone is younger and annoying, but yeah, it kinda feels like a prison :( | | lol, i want the weekend to come also XD i really don't like school this year X_X they have me in all the wrong classes so now i can't graduate early and it really sucks!!! | | hey XD thanks for adding me!! how r you?!?!?! | | Hey, how's it going? Are you still in Tokyo, or are you back home? You have to tell me about it--it's been a plan of mine to go, but I just haven't found the time. Im back home, just came back like three days ago. Still kindof hard getting used to the time change. haha. It was great, I lovedlovedloved Shibuya. Best night clubs and bars ever. And the best thing about it is there is so many different styles that it makes everyone unique. It was just amazing. :) | Older Comments |
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