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Trusty

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

bootitup
Boots.
I am putting them on because I’ve decided to leave my house in search of friendship and food.
In such a dangerous world feet are of the utmost importance.  I choose not to ride a bike because they are deathtraps on wheels with all the destroyed roads and walkways abound- and because I don’t have one.
These boots are trusty.
I’ve got a lot of walking to do.

Potent & Omnipotent

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

zoombotics
The mushroom soup went off without a hitch.  Hands down the best bit of eatery I’ve indulged in for a while.
I decided to be a bit greedy and took the entire family of mushrooms for my soup, even the little ones.  I did, however, leave one solitary sprout there for re-growth. I’m thinking it might be a good idea to cultivate a small mushroom farm.
But not these mushrooms…
No, not these mushrooms at all. Shortly after consuming the soup, I was taken on a celestial mind-fuck that lasted the better part of six hours.
Now, I’ve happened upon the odd psychedelic mushroom from time to time, but this was high dosage, and these were not normal psychedelics.
The first distortion actually took place while I was cooking the soup. In time, which was surely displaced, I had already eaten the soup, I could feel its warmth in my stomach, but my mind experienced the cooking of the soup after the fact. As I stirred the pot, I witnessed the biggest of the mushrooms concocting his own mushroom soup inside the pot, using all his tiny friends as tiny ingredients, promptly eating them up and then amalgamating into some super-high, super-mushroom. Without hesitation, I devoured him. He was super-delicious.
My body quivered uncontrollably. Breathing became heavy and deliberate. Almost mechanical. My vision intensified acutely but soon evolved into a blurred nightmare of cloudlike unsteadiness. A wireframe appeared to coat every surface I laid eyes on, but the frame could not set still. The grid elevated upwards, dragging my consciousness up with it like a puppet on strings. Up I went and above the grid. I looked down to where my body had been standing and perceived not myself, but a giant, humanoid mushroom in my place, shifting about. The gills flowed in beautiful unity as if caught in a calm ocean current. The fungified version of myself seeped liquid soup broth. My body temperature raised with this visualization but my consciousness, floating about omnisciently, felt only a jerking sensation upwards, further from the material world. This giant mushroom, now glistening with soup, reflected a metallic shine. Bit by bit, my body turned from mushroom to robot while still retaining all its mushroom qualities. My sight drifted upwards as I looked out at the vast expanse of the Earth below and the Universe up and beyond. Is that a forest? It couldn’t be.
This grid, now overlaid on the surface of the world, was perceived as the eternal network and blueprint for all things conceivable. An intertwining filter for forethought. I looked back down to myself and started walking forward. Despite my all-seeing, all-powerful mindset, I feared the outdoors and craved the security of my four walls. I remember moving towards the stove to rid myself of the devilish soup that bestowed upon me this incredible, yet incredibly terrifying gift of God-like supremacy. Controlling myself, I dumped the leftover soup into the sink and as gravity took it downward, down came my consciousness. A monumental leap from a mountaintop. I felt cast out of Heaven. However, as I came crashing back down into my metal body, another sensation took hold of me. My senses were enhanced ten-fold. I looked out the nearby window and my vision leapt to the furthest building with ease, from the macroscopic to the microscopic in an instant. Every individual crack and blemish of the brick wall was as plain and clear as the counter beside me. In a giddy burst of strength I grabbed hold of my oven and dashed it across the room. This was too much. Too much power, too much for my mind to handle. I stumbled downward to lift the fallen oven but blacked out before it could be done…

Dreams of unspeakable madness and indescribable beauty.

I awoke several hours later with only slight visual stimulation. Typical closed-eye symmetry and geometrical shapes forging in darkness. As the stupor slowly wore off, I wandered into my kitchen.
How did I throw that oven across the room?

Reliable Fungus

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

Feeling quite lethargic today. I want to go out but I’m far too malnourished for any sort of hike. I have to be careful. If I get stuck in this slump I’ll render myself too weak to actually go out and find food.
Fungus is reliable.
I once remember hearing that fungus could survive the apocalypse.
Apparently it can.
Not only is it a legitimately good food source, but metaphorically, the nature of the mushroom keeps me moving forward, even in times of despair. One spore on the wind will eventually find its way to the proper substrate and bloom into any of the millions of different fungal strains and species. A plethora of possibilities for the existence of life. Fungus persists against all odds.
I think I recall seeing some mushrooms just down the back path from my house. That’s as far as I will go today…
Delectablefungus Success! I’ve found quite the delectable looking mushroom. Definitely not poisonous- I’ve seen this kind before. This should assure me enough energy to set out and find some real sustenance tomorrow morning. A definite cause for celebration.
But still hunched over, investigating the edibility of this delightful ‘shroom, I had a thought. I have noticed that wherever a fully grown mushroom stands, there are almost always a grouping of smaller mushrooms congregating around it, like its loyal family or friends. When one crumbles, the next will rise with its own set of comrades to gather round it- a perpetual commune.
It suddenly struck me that I don’t see enough people. I need to find some trusted friends. My survival may depend on it. Being alone for so long cannot be healthy.
But first…
Mushroom soup.

A Flower…

Saturday, July 25th, 2009

What is this I found?
I haven’t seen something like this in years.
I wish I could remember what it was called…
Flowerwhatthe

Ebb & Flow

Friday, July 24th, 2009

elementalcoil

Earthly music, use it abuse it choose it to be what your mind will see in the future three women, one past, one now one then I don’t know when sometime somewhere a room with four walls decaying sound increase no peace in here can’t find a use for all these theories and queries in my brain, my brain, my brain can’t quite grasp onto the knots I’m tying and trying to be viably something the world can take from and give to I mean to continue to create and procreate my mental offspring let my cortex sing sweet things playing  membraneous strings. Count your blessings and stop messing about with surviving and live for a moment some moment in time not now not then but how and why and what does everything mean to you, to him, to her and where does it all fit in we are all the same being and seeing what I see you can attempt to let it be or you can sit and let your instinct see and feel and do and become anything the world wants you to drum beat the drum beat the scum out of the sewers of technological singular complexes, lying in drugged hexes seeing all sexes as equally one but still unique for their own sums and drum beats some meet eachother some don’t some won’t ever see the light and some won’t see the dark, some pass through both willingly some will be dragged on and ragged on, but fighting is figuratively good but physically evil, but evil is in life and life to be lived, I gave life to my world and the world to my life. Soak it up soak it in, the cycle begins and ends at the same spot, infinity is not infinite on an infinite timeline my mind feels like a big bang that once rang out to the universe took its course from the elemental excess of one and two and three equal something not quite seen before a parallel existence with all and all merging and emerging from the ashes of itself where it can, it can and will, the will will never stop and the beat can never drop, drip, drops of water rust metal, iron, more iron-ons more materials for serials and sequences my weakness is something unforeseen like a futuristic dream of the world mingled with the world I live in, breathe in, give in to the eternal ebb and flow right now.

Static

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009

Close to sunrise I sat wide-awake listening to the rain bombard my home. Usually I find the sound soothing, but the irregular patter of water against what might have been sheet metal gave it a unique static resonance. As the rain beat harder, the static got louder and I could not help but think of all those rejected robots- homeless and rusting in the rain and humid air.
To be honest, the static may not have been merely a product of the rain. It seems to follow me wherever I go. The electronic hum and buzz persists to echo through the city, day and night.
Every corner has it’s own perverse version of a human lurking about. Robotics created in the image of mankind- machines which once held the potential to become worthy successors to the human race upon extinction.
Not any more.
I imagined water flowing over the cold steels and aluminums. Seeping between the joints, lubricating the fine engineering within. Frying it.
Do they fear their own mortality?
Emotional response must surely be limited at best. With no purpose for existence what need is there for emotion? Certainly if any have the capacity, their entire processes must be devoted ceaselessly to despising their makers. What cruelty to construct a soulless, meaningless consciousness with nothing to live for.  Perhaps in a better world they could’ve been put to use, but not now- not in this world.
rainrobot
Sitting dry, my discontent could not be quelled knowing these once glorious designs sat soaking outside.

Tomorrow I will try to help them…

Fish Dinner

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

I traded eight half-charged double-A batteries for a small fish this morning. I would’ve preferred something less volatile, but you have to take what you can get.
Fish is not ideal in most cases these days. When it’s fresh the taste is almost surreal, but nearby bodies of water are so overly contaminated that there’s no guarantee you’ll finish your dinner without some strange sickness. Unfortunately, it was either I risk the fish or I try my hardest to eat a handful of batteries tonight. I’m far too hungry for that.
fishdinner
A fair trade I suppose… At least they weren’t C’s. My flashlight uses C’s…

RKM

Tuesday, July 21st, 2009

The year is 1984. Figuratively.
The world has been obliterated by apocalypse. Figuratively.
Only the twisted designs of the extremely wealthy walk the Earth in despair.
Radiation causes significant memory loss. I often find myself in places with no recollection of how I got there.
I often find myself in dreams and cannot discern them from my waking life…
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My only solace in this scorched world is having a place to express my thoughts and try to deconstruct them into some semblance of sanity.
I do my best to maintain relative clarity in my writings and drawings of the life I live but in such chaos I can’t always be clear. Bare with me…

More soon…