Tabloid Infinate Recursion

It seems that the opposed ideas of excellence and diversity, are nothing but that, ideas and concepts. Being one's own fascist and scraping the washboards to chase out the (real or imaginary) neighbors dog's seems, at first, to provide some temporary liberation. But the truth is, and I quote French Philosopher Blaise Pascal *the famous wager maker* and he says "All human evil comes from a single cause, man's inability to sit still in a room."

Now I take us too the check-out line at the local grocery store, or better yet the local Wallmart with a Subway sandwich stall by the entrance. Instead of grabbing my cheap baloney, miracle whip, kool-aide and wonder bread and hurrying through the sliding exit doors; I pause before all the beeping bar-code scanners and gaze with relaxed eyes at the tabloids. The faces, so symmetrical and doctored seem to all flow into a breathing pattern. I stand in front of the isles and the screaming babies and beeping checkout booths seem to blurr, like the faces on the tabloids, into one giant hummmm. And for a moment it's like the feeling you get when playing Rockband for one too many hours and the outside world ceases to exist.

We take off into the cosmos, ready for anything - - solitude, hardship, exhaustion, death. We're proud of ourselves. But when you think about it, our enthusiasm's a sham. We don't want other worlds; we want mirrors.

Now where this leaves us .... I haven't a clue. But this video seems appropriate.



These yelping dogs seem endless, and the tied up stallions of spring are never to be broken. What has been said stands true; To be free is to be one's own fascist. Spill the wine Senators, and dream ....


Eric Burdon & War - Spill The Wine