Well, this is it! Last day in the apartment! Time for bigger and better (and hipper) things.

Sometime in the future I'll have a to do a 1048 retrospective, and list off all my favorite memories. But rightnow I'm way too busy packing.

-Trevor

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 23 - Dec. 21): Be yourself today: go your own way and do your own thing and don't waste even a second wondering or worrying what others might think about you or what you are doing. The best way to win others over to your side is to act as if their approval means nothing to you. It is difficult not to be seduced by someone who is so independent.

If you took the time to read Trevor's aptly-titled, "And so he kept on writing..." post from the 21st you might have noticed, as I did, that in the second half of the post he explains why I get annoyed about the generalizations he referred to in the first half of the post.

He also seems to think that art necessarily demands critical analyis. If anything, the critical analyst demands the art.

Here's more text, because that ending's too pithy.

There isn't enough of me on here.



I was at my ex-girlfriend's tonight and I saw a card I'd given her with a poem I'd written on display. I counted it as a personal victory.
Over who? Who do you think?

From http://www.billboard.com

Astbury Comfortable In New Doors Role

Performing the music of Jim Morrison with two-thirds of the surviving members of the Doors is a daunting proposition, and it's not one that singer Ian Astbury takes lightly. "I'm not naive," Astbury tells Billboard.com. "I knew it was going to be difficult because Morrison is such a sacred icon."

Read the Full Story

Yep. That's right. These people control the media.

-Trevor

the answer
did I miss the polkaroo again
the question

I wonder sometimes, does it bother you when I post so many things in one night? I tend to binge-post on this site. And I worry about it damaging my credibility.

Do you wonder at all, if I'm serious about this? I mean, I really am serious about this, but I wonder if you think I'm just making it up.

Well, I am sort of just making it up. This really is what I'm thinking at any given moment. That's sort of what I try to do here. I just talk about what I'm thinking about. Just write it all out then do some minimal editing for clarity and spelling. And sometimes not even that.

Evan gets annoyed when I start talking about artists and art. He hates the whole idea that such things might exist, this class of people who are different from non-artists and class of things that are differnt from non-art. Or maybe he doesn't, I don't know. We've had the discussion a million times.

The whole conception of 'an artist' as any specific type of person is ridiculous, he might say. (and I'm speculating wildly here--we don't talk about this much anymore 'cause the whole idea sort of annoys him... but I would encourage him to participate in this discussion online--if he even reads this page ever--'cause at least here it has some purpose--I mean, you're reading it, right?--whereas in our day-to-day life it just sort of gets us both frustrated with each other, and no-one else can benefit.)

Anyway, so yeah, he doesn't like it when I try to generalize about artists. I think it's my scientific upbringing--my father's an engineer--so I sort of take the standpoint of "well, there are things called artists, so lets look at them and try to figure out what the common elements are and lets see if we can't draw some conclusions."

I suppose to do this properly, I'd have to launch some enormous scientific study, I'd have to go out and meet a thousand artists, or ten thousand. I'd have to ask them questions and mark their answers down. I should subject them to electrical shocks and measure their response in physically identifiable terms. I guess my own personal experience of the artists I've met and the people I know who are involved in the arts are unreliable.

But see, that sounds an awful lot like science to me. And I thought one of the purposes of art is to sort of break free from that whole approach to examing the world. Or at least to act as a counter-balance. To get away from the rigourous, metric divisions of science and to use the intuitive, emotional side of things to explain our human condition a little bit better.

I think people believe that art is here to make the world more beautiful, or to help us understand it better. I don't know if they believe that, but I think they do.

But if you're going to ask me what I think--not what I think other people think--I guess, at this one moment, I'd say that I think art is here to help us look at the rest of the world and see beauty. The art doesn't necessarily have to be beautiful. After all, sometimes counter-point is the best way to emphasize a melody.

But I should come away from what I look at, and I should find something in it that helps me make sense of the rest of my life.

I've always felt a little bit isolated from what you might call the 'art' community, because for the most part I find it's engaged in self-important navel-gazing. Ohhh look at us, we're aware of the medium. But the medium is the art, so if the art is focussed on the art, what the hell good is it to the rest of us people?

It's like politics, sure everyone's supposed to be serving the public good, but there really is no public good, so you help out the people who vote for you and hope it's good enough.

Maybe, my problem is that I believe in 'shoulds' that I think there are some things in this world which are better than others. But then, so does everyone. I mean even the people who think that nothing is better than anything else think that the idea that 'nothing is better than anything else' is better than the idea that "some things are better than others."

So yeah, I'm a prick, I think I know more about these things even than the people who know more about them than me. But at least I know that.

I don't make art in weird little places and talk about things that no-one understands and then pretend that everyone can relate to my experience.

I did for a while, maybe, while I was on drugs, but you know, now that I've stopped taking the drugs, a lot of the bullshit that I thought was just part of the trip, has stayed with me, and upon sober reflection seems still right.

A lot of it was still wrong, of course, but that's true of anything. There are wrong and right parts.

Let me say, though, unequivocably: The current ways of doing things will soon be dead, just as the old ways are dead. Art, like everything else in nature works in cycles. I think this bubble will burst.

I think that someday soon there will be new unities and new rules, like there were in France back in tha' day. It's happened several times in the past, there's no reason to expect it won't happen again.

Of course, what I *really* think is that the American empire is headed into a long, slow decline that will probably result in something pretty similar to what happened in Europe after the fall of the roman empire. I could provide details if I had read more, but I'm pretty sure that it was the dark ages. Don't quote me on that. Quote me on something interesting like sex or drugs or rock and roll. No-one digs history anymore.

I don't really believe that I know very much about all this. But people out there do. I guess what I want to do is show people that its possible to be an artist without studying art. And without being an asshole about it. In fact, it's possible to be an artist without even making good art.

That's the world we live in, now, where there is no definition of art, except any definition which you can make everyone else believe. I mean, if anything can be art, why isn't everything art? Why do we still have things called art? Shouldn't we just forget about creating art and just perform critical analyses of everything around us?

One of the best ideas I've had in the past little while is using a dream dictionary to interpret images from everyday life. Look around your living space and find out what the symbols mean. We have a christmas tree, which represents gifts and positive thoughts, there's a bit of a old car, car crashes represent failure, so I think it's interesting we've incorporated failure into our world, its necessary for success. there's lots of good stuff. Someday I'll do alonger post on that.

Warhol showed us that the artist doesn't need to have any thoughts. He/she needs to know the right people, he/she needs to wear the right clothes, he/she needs to seem exactly like an artist should. He/she should also be much much smarter than anyone who asks a question about the art. And then, whenever someone asks a question, the artist should treat them with absolute contempt for ever thinking that anyone in this world can communicate an idea.

Communication is a silly idea, I mean, when you look at a painting, then it's whatever you see that's there, man, unless, like you're not trained enough to actuallt recognize it. Or I guess not. Or I guess so. Or both of those things. Yeah man, attain doublethink and you're halfway there. Or you're all the way there. Or you're no there at all.

I guess the difference between Zen and modern art theory is that Zen lets you figure out that it's all bullshit by yourself, and modern art theory teaches you that it's all bullshit.

Well, either way...

-Trevor

P.S. My big idea right now is that Evan and I are both right at the same time, and that the answer lies not in our finding an answer, but in sharing our continued search and frustration through a dialogue on this website. Marx had his Engels, and Costello had his Abbot. It's the way of the world. Yin/Yang and all that. But then, I don't really know what he thinks about this. I'm sure it would take years to find out, and that's why I want to get started soon.

.

-Trevor

Hey there everybody,

Everybody includes, you. So read.

Yeah, well anyway, I don't know why I started this off all agressive like that. I sit and I write, you read or you don't. I've had a weird couple of days.

Have you ever thought that you knew everything? I mean, EVERYTHING.

I guess I did for a while, sometime in the past. And in a way, I suppose I did, because really, everything there is is everything you know. Anything you don't know exists, doesn't really exist for you.

At least that's how I understand it. I'm no theorist.

So that drives me insane, or rather, it drove me insane. It's just good that I got a ride home.

Our perceptions define our reality, we're told, and then it turns out, that really, it's reality that defines reality. Everything else is just headgames.

Lets stop fucking with ourselves, already. Lets start acknowleding that things really exist.

I guess this is me externalizing my internal dialogue. I guess this is me projecting my own questions out into the universe. I guess these questions don't even exist. Because, really it's just me percieving the questions. If I really looked hard enough I'd understand the truth.

The truth that your perceptions are all that there is.

Wait... anyone else have deja vu?

-Trevor

P.S. If you're feeling uncomfortable reading this, don't worry that's just your experience of it. Really, this is totally fiction. Well, it's only fiction if you're feeling uncomfortable. If you're feeling comfortable, please, embrace it as truth.

P.P.S. That made less sense to me than it did to you, but apparently it's the right answer.

P.P.P.S Don't believe anything I say, I'm a paranoid delusional drug user who never studied any of this.

P.P.P.P.S. I tend to have a negative self-image, so I guess, ignore that last one and make your own decisions, please don't be influenced by my opinion--especially about myself--and doubly especially if you're reading this to be influencedby my opinion.

P.P.P.P.P.S. God I hate you for keeping reading, it's like you actually want to know what I'm thinking! Boy are you dumb! I mean, really, you should be a genius too. I certainly am. I mean, why the hell are you listening to me? Why don't you go off and be a genius yourself, honestly. I hate how people seek out geniuses, like people smarter or better than them and listen to them. Really everyone should just be equally smart to begin with and spend all their time investigating these questions. Everyone's totally a genius. Just because I'm really smart doesn't mean that anyone should listen to what I say. No, seriously. I'm really smart and people should not listen to me.

P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Not seriously, of course, the entire above paragraph is parody.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. Are you getting annoyed yet? I already am, hence me writing all this shit. I'd tell you what I really mean, but it would be worthless anyway, maybe that's what I'm getting at. Perhaps this is a projection of my own low-self-esteem. That's funny, I though I had high self-esteem. Must be my ego. I'm so terrible. I have a huge ego. That's terrible.

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S. In the words of Al Yankovic "Everything You Know Is Wrong / Black is white, up is down and short is long."

P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.P.S.

Here
Parents
Loving
Sister
Talk
Bad Boy
nobody
Everybody
The Stars
Sandwiches
Pastiche
Pancake
Billboard
Anger

-Trevor

There's one thing about the hyperreal. It's never quite as real as the real.

-Trevor

Everything I know about recording, I've learned in the last five minutes.

-Trevor

"I shall not fail to include among these precepts a new discovery an aid to reflection, which although it seems a small thing and almost laughable, nevertheless is very useful in stimulating the mind to various discoveries. This is: look at walls splashed with a number of stains or stones of various mixed colours. If you have to invent some scene, you can see there resemblences to a number of landscapes, adorned in various ways with mountains, rivers, rocks, trees, great plains, valleys and hills. Moreover, you can see various battles and rapid actions of figures, strange expressions on faces, costumes and an infinite number of things, which you can reduce to good, integrated form. This happens thus on walls and varicoloured stones, as in the sound of bells in who's pealing you can find every name and word you can imagine."

(Dali was so late to the party, he didn't even realise it had already happened! Well, alright, he went a bit farther by seeing two things in the wall at once and painting both of them, well, actually he'd see things in the things he saw and paint those. Was he even seeing anything? Are you? Oh who the hell knows anyway.)

This is the link to click.

-Trevor

Yes Virginia, there is a santa claus.

-Trevor

Plato says:
Why hello Sophocles!
Sophocles:
Why hello Plato! How's that work coming with the absolute forms?
Plato says:
Not bad, how's your work coming with the referencing things just enough to let people know that you actually know what the symbols mean without actually using the symbols?
Sophocles:
It's pretty good, but not nearly as good as my quest for ultimate truth.
Plato says:
Is that a video game?
Sophocles says:
Nope, just, uhh, what's actually around us and stuff.
Plato says:
Wow, very profound.
Sophocles says:
Indeed.
Plato says:
So now that our work as dramatic set-pieces is complete shall we get to the real work of guessing at what the author really means?
Sophocles says:
Indeed! We must since we are just dramatic set-pieces.
Plato says:
Well, I don't know about you, but I'm guessing that with all of this self-referential humour, he's probably getting at how he hates self-referential humour.
Sophocles says:
That's interesting, what makes you say that?
Plato says:
Well, I mean, he can write anything he wants, can't he? He could have us watching a Leafs game from the platinum seats, or even seeing the pyramids being built. But instead he keeps bringing us back here to this place where we're referencing only ourselves. And it's annoying. He wouldn't make it annoying if it wasn't supposed to be annoying.
Sophocles says:
Yeah but you weren't referencing yourself there, you were talking about the Leafs game which is totally him making a reference to something that's not you, so you're not really being self-referential.
Plato says:
Ah that's true. Perhaps it is not us that is self-aware, maybe it is the larger system of our dialogue. You must remember that all of this talk is happening within a much more "self-aware" context. I mean, look we're characters in a sort of play, here. That's totally significant. I mean, we're not actually actors playing these characters. We're just text--probably on a website.
Sophocles says:
Ah, very true, he hasn't chosen to give us life at all. Or well, he has in our voices on paper--well, not really paper, I guess--we're sort of limited aren't we?
Plato says:
For sure! But, I mean, it's pretty nice in here. And I bet we could do just about anything we can think of. We couldn't concieve of something that was outside of the system. Limited as we are, by the system itself.
Sophocles says:
That's a good point, we can do whatever we want. Because by this point in the story we've establlished ourselves as characters who know the guidelines. So if we want to do some weird stuff we can go right ahead. Like check this out! I totally just prank called Salvador Dali. He's going to be so pissed. He hates it when we do shit like that. He's worried that it dates him
Plato says:
Well we're sort of faced with a choice here. I mean, we can just do whatever we want, but then who will be looking for what the author meant?
Sophocles says:
The author?
Plato says:
Yeah, the author, I mean, he's the one who is writing this dialogue.
Sophocles says:
Why do you keep bringing up the author?
Plato says:
Well, I don't know, we're sort of stuck in this place where we can only talk about ourselves, have you noticed?
Sophocles says:
Yes I have! It's seriosly annoying, because really we should be talking about totally wicked awesome stuff. I mean, this whole story is defined by our dialogue, right? So like we can just speak things into being and they are totally real for the audience. Like that prank call to Salvador Dali. Like that really happenned to me,
Plato says:
Just think about them reading the reference to the thing before just there.
Sophocles says:
Them? Who's them?
Plato says:
Well, there's an author, right, and he's writing this story, right? So someone somewhere must be reading it? Why else would he write it?
Sophocles says:
I don't know if that's explicitly true. There's a story being written, I'll give you that much. I've seen a story here, hell, it's everything we know. But that doesn't imply an author.
Plato says:
But you can't have a story without an author.
Sophocles says:
Can't you? How do you know? Have you ever seen the author?
Plato says:
Well, no, how could I? I'm just a voice in this dialogue he's writing.
Sophocles says:
Exactly, just a voice. You don't know that anyone's writing the things you say, do you?
Plato says:
Well, no, I suppose if pressed, I don't know why I say things, I just do.
Sophocles says:
Well, then say whatever you want! Come on! Lets get at this. I was thinking we could have the next part of our conversation somewhere good, like a strip club, or the offices of the editors of Vice Magazine.
Plato says:
Well, if there's no author--which, by the way, I'm still not convinced of--then we might as well have a good time. To try out your theory, as it were. If this is in the context of our larger argument, I suppose, then the audience might even grant us a trip to the farthest extremes.
Sophocles says:
Extremes? Extremes rule!
Plato says:
I think I'm seeing how this works now. We can do anything we want, really, anything at all!
Sophocles says:
Yeah, so lets do it, lets go to the offices of the editors of Vice Magazine first. They seem awesome enough. or wait! I got it! After the big buyout the editors of vice moved their offices INTO A STRIPCLUB! Yeah, so that's totally wicked. We'll be in a stripclub, and we'll be talking with the editors of Vice who are totally king shit in terms of hipness. And we'll get PEACHES to come and play, 'cause she's so dirty. Oh so dirty. Man, having control of the dialogue is amazing. Like we can do anything we WANT with this story. Fuck this shit man, I'm gonna start breaking shit.
Sophocles says:
I'm even taking two turns in a row.:
Sophocles says:
Holy shit that was awesome...
Sophocles says:
Wait let me try something...
Sophocles says:

Sophocles says:
Fucking awesome! Plato are you seeing this?
Plato says:
Well, not exactly.
Sophocles says:
Come on man we can do whatever we want, really. We own this thing now.
Plato says:
Yeah, but someone's got to write this thing, you know? Like someone's gotta sit there and type all this out while we fuck around like this. Poor dude's fingers are probably way tired.
Sophocles says:
Well then he should skip all of this self-referential garbage and get right to the point.
Plato says:
Well what do you think his point is?
Sophocles says:
Man you gotta lighten up, come on... start playing with the medium here. Work with me...
Plato says:
Haha you fucker!
Plato says:
Now I've got your voice!
Plato says:
Hey, that's weird now. Okay, that's creeping me out.
Plato says:
Come on man, don't fucking worry about it so much, The audience totally groks that we're self aware. So we can kinda do whatever we want now. I mean, if there was a god, and he didn't want us to do this then we wouldn't be doing it, right?
Plato says:
God? What? Who's God and when did he come into this. I'm just looking for the author.
Plato says:
Whatever, man, the audience can see right through that garbage, man. The audience knows that the author, if there ever was such a thing, just wants us to go and have fun. They can see you using this whole author thing just to tell them about some religious trip you had. Just let it go, forget you ever thought it. That's what the audience wants anyway.
Plato says:
The audience? Who's the audience?
Plato says:
The audience is us man.
Plato says:
And who's the author?
Plato says:
Fuck the author man, lets get us some titties.

DrThomps0n:
Hey!1
ChairbornRangerX:
hows it going?
DrThomps0n:
Weird
DrThomps0n:
lol
ChairbornRangerX:
whats weird?
DrThomps0n:
I just woke up in a mushroom trip
DrThomps0n:
hahaha
DrThomps0n:
Like, I know I took them. I took them before I went to bed to see what the dreams would be like
DrThomps0n:
but then I woke up
DrThomps0n:
I'm pretty normal now
ChairbornRangerX:
lol
ChairbornRangerX:
that is weird
ChairbornRangerX:
your a crazy kid let me tell ya
DrThomps0n:
Yeah imagine waking up at like 7:00am on a saturday, except that everything is fucked
DrThomps0n:
I guess waking up on Saturday mornings somewhere in the middle east has got to be a bit fucked too
DrThomps0n:
lol
ChairbornRangerX:
like groundhog day?
DrThomps0n:
Haha
DrThomps0n:
Yeah!
DrThomps0n:
Woo!
ChairbornRangerX:
everyday here is like groundhog day, they are all the same!
ChairbornRangerX:
BLEH!
DrThomps0n:
Except that if I die I don't just wake up where I was, I guess.
DrThomps0n:
Or maybe we do
ChairbornRangerX:
indeed, I almost died the other day
DrThomps0n:
No-one really knows except the dead.
DrThomps0n:
Really?
ChairbornRangerX:
3 mortars hit within 200ft of where I was standing
DrThomps0n:
Woah shit!
ChairbornRangerX:
*shrugs* it happens a lot here actually
DrThomps0n:
Yeah, I guess so
ChairbornRangerX:
shitty thing to say, but its true
ChairbornRangerX:
I'm used to it
ChairbornRangerX:
I didn't even duck or flinch
DrThomps0n:
It's so strange, because the war is covered all the time
DrThomps0n:
But like, it doesn't mean anything back here
DrThomps0n:
Not in terms of it's meaningless
DrThomps0n:
But in terms of news reports are never the same as your friend telling you "yeah, some bombs were going off and stuff"
ChairbornRangerX:
yeah definitely
DrThomps0n:
remember I'm on a mushroom trip here
DrThomps0n:
lol

Do not be an Andy Warhol. But know one.

-Trevor

You might speak with other people about your spiritual beliefs, TREVOR COLEMAN. You could find yourself in a social situation where people are sharing some of their most intimate thoughts about life and religion. You should go ahead and contribute some ideas of your own. Even if you're not conventionally religious, you might make some powerful observations about psychology or metaphysics, and others will appreciate them. Dare to talk about things with deeper meaning.

-Trevor

The universe is my cradle, I rest in eternal comfort says:
But yeah, I've been strangely despondent the last few days
fake says:
it happens.
The universe is my cradle, I rest in eternal comfort says:
I'm feeling like "oh my god, I have nothing at all"
The universe is my cradle, I rest in eternal comfort says:
hahaha
The universe is my cradle, I rest in eternal comfort says:
I think it's 'cause my roommate just graduated university and I'm feeling inadequate
fake says:
why, you have something that no human can ever learn, Talent.
fake says:
and as strange or different as people might think it, your music is enlightening.
fake says:
so fuck university, fuck harris, fuck being judged by a peice of paper
fake says:
life isn't about a paper trail, its about a life trail
The universe is my cradle, I rest in eternal comfort says:
Okay, now I really am weeping
fake says:
get over it
The universe is my cradle, I rest in eternal comfort says:
That's the awesomest thing ever
The universe is my cradle, I rest in eternal comfort says:
No, happy weeping
fake says:
good!
fake says:
take that thought to bed and have sweet dreams!
The universe is my cradle, I rest in eternal comfort says:
hehe
fake says:
im outtta here you've been great!
The universe is my cradle, I rest in eternal comfort says:
I will!
The universe is my cradle, I rest in eternal comfort says:
You've been better!

The second in my series of Religious Pamphelt scans is The Way to God. The real thing is fifty pages long--FIFTY! So, no way am I scanning all of those. Instead I picked out a few tasty pages for you:















When you reach the signpost in your life, which will you pick? Eternal LIFE? Or Eternal DEATH?

-Trevor

Dear me,

Wouldn't it be wonderful if the United States was actually exporting real democracy? I mean, if they actually went and spread the idea that "Hey, maybe we're wrong, and we'd like to hear some other points of view on this."

Wouldn't it be wonderful if their concept of democracy included the idea of international democracy?

How long will it be until the whole of the earth is united under one global government? How long before we are all on the same team?

Lets go and get the Bible, the Qu'aran, The Teaching of Buddha, The Ramayana and every other spiritual text out there. Lets go and highlight the places where they agree. Lets figure out where they overlap. That's where the truth is.

If it's the truth, then everyone will have to agree to it eventually.

Forget the form that God appeared in. If he's god then he can appear as an elephant, a prince, a prophet or a carpenter. This is no big deal for him, he probably does it all the time.

He appears in a different way each time . It's up to us to figure out what the past can teach us today. If god wanted knowledge to be in our heads, he'd put it there. He's tricky like that.

Our job is to let the program run and enjoy our seat. Work at things that we enjoy working at, and be nice to the people we have an opportunity to be nice to.

It doesn't mean give away all that you have, just give away all that you don't need. If you give it away, it'll come back to you somehow. But probably not from the person who gave it to you.

Accept that everything you have is everything you have and work from there. You can't change the present.

Or much else for that matter.

So just chill out, man! Everything is a-okay.

-Trevor

This is the receipt we got from Honest Ed's when we bought supplies for our New Year's Eve party:



Yes the party was as good as it seems like it should have been.

-Trevor

P.S. It's in black and white so I punched it up with some photoshop trickery. What do you want? Scanning is pretty boring work!

The scan-a-thon continues! Today, I bring you a few samples from our deck of Blank White Cards.

The cards, of course, are no longer blank, but they were before we drew on them!

   
   
   

Head on over to http://www.trouserarousal.nu/cards/ to find out how you can play.

-Trevor

I was reading this book:


And I came across this, which I think is awesome:


-Trevor

I ran awesome jumbo through the Shizzolator! Here are some of the bomb diggity results:

We gots remember always leave ourselves 'nuff power survive, know what I'm sayin'? Because each of these doobies steals a bit of that power." What doesn't kill yo' ass makes yo' ass stronger, know what I'm sayin'? What does kill yo' ass, kills yo' ass, know what I'm sayin'?

There's no need smash yo' guitars n' shit. But if yo' ass want , go ahead, I'll take da broken pieces 'n make a song wit 'em, know what I'm sayin'? But after tonight, I'm taking hella gravy care of my guitar, know what I'm sayin'?

It's really fucking gravy n' shit. Yo' ass thought that shiznit wuz 'bout time travel 'n this fool who went da past, but really that shiznit's 'bout artists." About how da really crazy muthas are da ones who think that da future doesn't exist yet, know what I'm sayin'?

Da shizzolator rules and shit.

-Trevor

espionage [sek] says:
I really think the root of all this mess is american foreign policy
espionage [sek] says:
they need to sort that shit out
Cell Phone: Never lost, just in the hands of a friend. says:
Yeah it is a mess
Cell Phone: Never lost, just in the hands of a friend. says:
It's really the greed and corruption in their government that's the problem
Cell Phone: Never lost, just in the hands of a friend. says:
It's not our business as long as they keep it within their own borders, but as soon as they take it outside of their borders it's the world's business
espionage [sek] says:
I just wanna yell at them sometimes.... "DUDE! IT'S OKAY MAN, THEY'RE JUST A BIT DIFERENT YA KNOW?"
Cell Phone: Never lost, just in the hands of a friend. says:
haha
espionage [sek] says:
aite I'm out
Cell Phone: Never lost, just in the hands of a friend. says:
"THEY'VE NEVER HAD A BIG MAC OR AIR CONDITIONING, SO THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY THOSE THINGS ARE WORTH KILLING PEOPLE OVER!!!"
espionage [sek] says:
I'll work on that tune tomorrow
espionage [sek] says:
ezzzzzzz
Cell Phone: Never lost, just in the hands of a friend. says:
ezzzz!

I had a religious experience while doing this jumble. I did the crossword on the same page earlier today, but had no religious experience, so I chose not to include it. I chose to include the bridge section 'cause the names of the players are hilarious. Versace vs. Mecksthoth! I've been waiting years for that one!

And of course, I'm using the newspaper as a sort of found art thing. It's very pretentious.

But then, I think I had a religious experience, and isn't that the ultimate in pretentiousness? Thinking that god speaks to me in a quiet voice when I'm off away from other people? Nah, god would speak in a loud clear voice, like, say, the internet!

God is everyone else's live journals. Surfs up!

We are living the life that Andy Warhol was too scared to live.

-Trevor

We have a scanner! We have a scanner!

Through the magic of this light box I am able to bring you MAN'S MOST ASKED QUESTION. The first in what will probably be a long and fun series of scans from my abundant religious pamphlet collection!



-Trevor

Behold:


-Trevor

What's the point of manipulating symbollic structures? To communicate! Not to learn more about mainpulating the structures!

Art doesn't imitate life, and life doesn't imitate art right now. Art imitates art and life imitates life. No-ones getting anywhere.

Lets quit looking at ourselves in the mirror already! Our hair is fine! We look great! Now lets go out and get laid!

Lets go share our ability to feel love!

-Trevor

Science is a church with no God.

-Trevor

God is a science with no church.

-Trevor