The Modern States of Bullshit

Welcome to the Modern States of Bullshit. Here we advice you to listen to our insanity where we allow every aspect of the mentally ill to permiate every aspect of daily life. We do not respect the boundry of language and we also seek out artifacts of the past to reuse and repurpose of our stay.

Please enjoy the annihalation.

Please ignore the sane as we correctly mislable them to prevent the spread of good (look at how we are misappropriating this word!) ideas.

Thank you very much for your consideration.

Here's another part of this story.

Can't you tell I'm mad about something, but refuse to talk about it.

Except in a hopeful, confused way.

Anyways I don't know if people read these.

Sometimes people need creative outlets, but not large audiences. It can be very troubling when the wrong kind of person reaches a large audience. A large, very captive audience/

Well, a lot can be said about the modern state of media. And a lot is said about the modern state of media. I find that when everything is hyperbole then it can be difficult to understate. I can't easy discribe understatement. There are good and bad understatements. But the importance of understatement could be understood as a painting of a tree seen frequently in childhood, which is built on the grave of the first Settlers of Dunedin. Oddly specific. And it is difficult to ascertain the expressed meaning of the painting. Because that isn't unltimately important to how the painting is percieved.

It's a strange kind of gag, the suppression of parts of language which allow for... frankly, 1984 is a good novel at expressing the denial of language. And the overlay of meaning on preexisting symbols. Just look at the title. You wouldn't believe how many claims were made on the date 1984 to overlay additional meaning because of the title of a novel. Really proved Orwell's point in my opinion.

So yeah, I'm just ranting. But isn't that a part of writing: ranting? Yes and no. And no I don't want to delve to deeply into the underlying meaning of what I'm typing right now. Because now my brain is going down very confused paths. Pretty much the reason why I don't write often is because I confuse myself.

Enjoyed that show, but the insanity was laid on a bit thick, ya know. Well, I have been feeling better. Overall, much better. I just hope that... Well, I'm not really sure what I hope for. Maybe for a nice walk to visit some sepulchres near the Bontans.

Why should you read Franz Kafka?

I don't really know how to explain it