Iron Mike

Portion of an interview with Sports Illustrated.

Here is a man who, after bearing a storm that would rip most men to small, unrecognizable pieces, has found an undeniable peace and sound state of mind. It is amazing to see him speak in such clarity how fucked up his life used to be, and how he's turned away from these things. I admire this man. Debate the sense of that statement if you so choose.




Great interview.

Trauma

The pit called the human mind goes a long way. So easy to lose your grip and fall down. Down, down, down, deeper in the hole and into madness. Such a thick tangle of manias that you may never climb your way back up.

Short Story featuring blood feeding strange people

No glittering was done during the production of this short story.

Linky if you can't see that sizeable tab thing up yonder.

Takeaway show featuring kids from the cold war

The energy, the vibe of this performance is amazing. Just a wild rendition of a fantastic song from a fantastic band.



The actual song. Bang.

They wont let me embed.

But I can makes a link.

Anywho, its Lady GaGa, doing a live performance of Poker Face. The recording of the song is lame pop shit, but this is great. She's got a voice, a very beautiful voice. The spectacle wears on me, but the talent underneath is undeniable.

Cooler then thou

I can't catch the cool. Constantly out of grasp. I'm not even sure if its real. If I ever tell you I don't care about it, make sure to slap me and tell me I'm a fucking liar. I want it. They want it. You want it. How many people get it? How many people get to the point where at any point and time, some random individual could look at a person and say, " that's a cool motherfucker."? Or some other pronoun. Is it a role that you're born into or something that you develop and eventually become? Does it even matter? Is it not uncool to chase cool? I can't tell.

Kill yourself

This is the stuff greatness is made of. Not that I agree with Fleetwood on everything, but that's insignificant at the moment.

Stupid living

Nothing really works the way you want it to or need it to, and you spend so much time talking about how fucked it all is and how it's not fair and that it should be fair, that everyone should live happy lives and never have any problems and sing kumbya or however you spell that shit, and the world should just be one blissful unicorn party.

 I like the visceral aspects of life. That is, of course, bullshit, because I've never experienced the really visceral aspects of life, but the idea of never experiencing the grit and grime is lame. You're not a real person till you've felt life stab you in the back repeatedly with a rusty steak knife. Or something considerably worse. I don't have anything else to say today. 

I want to be free from falsehoods

You know, lies and so on. You can't actually escape them, because most people's entire existence is based off of them, but I'd love it if I could. Although I wonder if I could really exist in a world were there was nothing but the truth. The reality of life, raw authenticity. You can't get that in human society without looking really, really hard. And when people find it, they usually can't handle it.
Haha, cliche pop culture reference, haha. Fuck.
I went through a three day stage in my midteens where I was obsessed with this subject. I had a conversation with a girl who was somewhat daft but very sweet and well intentioned about people who use lies to feel good. The conversation got pretty ugly.
She felt that it was fine to live with lies. She said that if lying made you happy, go for it. Facades were great. Facing the real was lame. I was dismayed. Her nonchalance on the subject upset me.
I then  said something to the effect of, if you can't deal with the truth, you should die.
That went over well.
She became more distraught in that chatbox then I have ever seen anyone ever, "real life" included. But I was in the thick of my apathy for humanity, so as apposed to trying to diffuse the situation, I made it worse. I was a cock about it, but I couldn't get behind the thought that people should lie to themselves. To do it consciously was the greatest sin of all.
This is depressing. I'll finish this later.

Bring Night

I didn't like We Are Born. Not to the extent I thought I would. An album of songs in the vein of You've Changed sounded nice, but the overall effort came off as annoying. I did, however, enjoy this song immensely.





I guess the deceptively hard riff balances things out. I think the main thing that I love about this song, though, is how effortlessly perfect the verses and hook is. Everything works well, and we get a catchy as all fuck pop tune that I will most definitely be enjoying for a good little while.

Shake hands with the devil, join his conglomerate.

We don't like the big guy. We don't want the big guy to win. Who we do like, is the little guy. The scrappy fringe contender that doesn't have much of a chance to get to the big show and win, but we still believe in him, because he speaks to the majority of us, little balls of insignificance who sit around in bubbles, perhaps wishing that we were a little more important or little bigger, but not having the balls to actually take the steps to get bigger or to gain a bit more significance. We love the little guy because he has those balls to make those moves. He's greater then we'll ever be, but he is small enough for us to live through him vicariously. The little guy is our gateway to greatness. And in the unlikely situation the little guy wins, and beats the big guy, we are overjoyed. Proof that you don't have to join forces with the devil to be great, that with a little extra work and a whole lot of heart, you can overcome.

Fuck I'm bored.

New Age

This is the new age. New day, new way to go at living. Minimizing bullshit to a minimum is my MO. More of what matters. Less time wasting. I'm a young man, and this is the time to fortify my future as a penniless writer who moonlights as a taxi driver, because really, what's the american dream? Ferrying around jackasses, that's what.


Maybe I'll blog some more. Maybe I'm just blowing hot air, and I'll go back to playing DFO for the majority of the day whilst the word count of my draft stands still. We will see, nonexistant audience. We will see.