My Life as a Cutip....

We see things differently, you and me...well, at least we did back then...these days, i dont see at all (probably because im dead), but it wasnt always that way...for the most part of my life, the world was a haze, shrouded behind a veil of fuzzy cotton and a cheap plastic lid...the world was a mystery, and none of us had the grey matter we needed to solve it...

Our universe was small, a cylindrical semi-transparent cage that held a hundred of us closer together than we woulda liked to have been...our roof was shut tight and there was nowhere to go...it wouldnt have made much difference if it were open...inanimate objects tend not to move around very much....

All we had for company were each other, and the great unknown that lay beyond our milky-transluscent prison...we were happy though...all we ever did was talk, and life was a ball...All of that changed, though, the moment our universe got swept away...

I remember it like it was yesterday...There i was, chatting up this hot pink cutip, when gravity decided to change direction......a dark shadow seemed to have our entire universe in its mighty grasp, and it soon occured to us that whatever this magnificent force was, it was bringing everything we knew somewhere else...

Our universe shook and trembled in the tight grip of the malignant shadow, but after a while, the shaking stopped, the shadow vanished, and stability was restored...The chaos and panic that ensued, however, was extreme...theories were thrown around, but nobody could really offer a reasonable explanation...and then the unthinkable happened...

The cheap plastic lid that shielded us from the great unknown twisted itself off, and lo and behold, the heavens were revealed to us in greater clarity than we thought possible..Our shouts were silenced by the spectacle, and every one of us was too awestruck to speak...at least until more of the unthinkable happened...again...

A dark, giant mass, with five enormous tendrils, swooped down towards our portal from the heavens...two of the tendrils clasped between them a yellow cutip, and yanked it out from among us....before any of us had the time to scream, the tendrils and the yellow cutip had vanished, as if they had never existed, and a while later, our portal to the heavens was sealed shut again...

Day after day, the process repeated itself....our numbers dwindled, and it wasnt long before one of the wiser amongst us suggested prayer to the mighty abductor as a way to appease it...and so we prayed...we prayed all day and all night, but still, without fail, everyday soon after the rising of the great light, one of us would be taken...

When we realised that our prayers were not working, we turned on each other...we accused the other of not praying hard enough, and soon whatever affection we once held for each other had melted under the heat of our mistrust...

When there were only ten of us left, our suspicion of the other had developed into a hatred so vile that it left no room for reason...we prayed and we prayed, and we hated each other as hard as we prayed, and ineveitably, with the rising of the great light that came each day, another would be taken...

I was the last of two cutips left after all the rest had been taken...we were by this point too numb to hate, as despair and fear had sapped us of the energy needed for contempt...we decided then to look to reason and to acknowledge that the only things we had worth living for were each other...we formed a desperate kinship that day, and for the first time in as long a time as i could remember, existence seemed worthwhile....

The next day, he was taken, and i was the last one left..i was grateful for the sense of friendship i had rediscovered the day before, and rejuvenated by this, i was no longer afraid...when the dark mass with its sinister tendrils came for me, i was happy that i had managed to make peace with myself...


The End.


And the moral of the story is............


Whatever the hell you want it to be.....


This is Dreamer, Signing out.

Madness Everywhere...

It is insane that we are not all insane in this insane world.

This is Dreamer signing out.

World Domination

Good Morning, People!

The Dreamer now has a fantastic fan-base of ONE!!! Believe it or not, there is actually somebody out there who gives a shit about what i have to say...the thought astounds me!

I am not gonna reveal the identity of my fan, but i'm sure you know who you are....This post is for you (cause you specifically asked for one) - you have created a crack in the dam, and soon the floodgates will burst open!! Fans will flock to this website like women to a shoe-sale!!!


I will rule cyberspace with an iron fist!!! there is no stopping me!!! resistance is futile!!! muahahhahhaha!!! bow to my greatness, scum of the earth!!!

:)

This is Dreamer, signing out.

The Only Happy People In The World Are Stupid...

A good evening to you, my beloved audience!

Tonight, the cynic in me re-emerges, brought back from the brink of its demise, to grace the world with its not-so-appealing words of wisdom. The Christian rock band Jars of Clay once sang, "Blessed are the shallow, depth they'll never find...." I have been reminded, in a somewhat depressing manner, of my conviction that intelligence and happiness do not mix well.

While i do not regard myself as extraordinarily intelligent, i would like to think of myself as something other than stupid...my definition of the term "intelligence" is derived from a comparison against the general dumb-ness that prevails in this home our planet, and the people for whom the devotion of intellect towards the lives we lead is too heavy an investment.


Earlier this evening, i was engaged in a conversation with a certain someone, who i have only recently come to discover is extremely unhappy...needless to say, this someone is a pretty intelligent someone, and after years of general observation, it is apparent to me that the link between unhappiness and intellect is far from a coincidence...

Stupidity breeds happiness, and intelligence breeds sorrow...nobody with a brain deserving of the space it takes up can go through life without realising the injustice, the insanity, the god-awful perversion that plagues our little blue sphere...The idiots of our world watch everything spin by in blissful ignorance, but the ones who can't help but ponder are not so fortunate...we see reality in all its grim, ugly detail.

Therein lies the dilemma - do the few with intelligence play dumb and be happily blind, or do we deny ourselves this privilege and hold on to the very torch that illuminates our world and makes clear all its splendid horror? after some thought, i have decided that happiness is not as important as illumination.

Its a sucky predicament to be in, but somebody's gotta be doing the thinking down here. Someone once chastised me for thinking too much about whats wrong with the world, but i chastised that scum-bucket right back. There isnt such a thing as thinking too much. Not thinking enough, on the other hand, is a sin inexcusable.

Not thinking enough is why we have ignorance, and ignorance is why the world is in the shit its in today. The only reason why violence, corruption, greed and hatred are allowed to perpetuate is because not enough people have stopped to think about these things. Put on your thinking caps, you selfish bastards!! start giving a f@#k for once in your lives!!


If enough smart people started thinking these things through, and told all the stupid people the shit they knew, change would be inevitable. This is the burden of intelligence - we carry the cross of misery in the hope that someday, enough stupid people stop and notice, and learn what it is we are so unhappy about.

As a note to my unhappy friend, i don't really know if any of this is relevant to you, but please, if there is one message you take from all this banter, let it be this - don't try and be normal, just so you can be happy...normal people are stupid!! be yourself, and let your misery blaze like a trophy!!

I leave you with the wise words of fat boy slim, telling us how not to be:

"You know what is what, but you don't know what is what...you just strut....what the f@#k...."

This is Dreamer, signing out....

Boredom....

The desire to write is difficult to summon when the days are but a languid blur, hazy from the slothfulness that comes after leaving a job that edges on the boundaries of slave labour...Somehow, i have worked up the energy required for today's post, and now that i have started, i am obliged to rack my brain to make this entry as interesting as possible...

A difficult task when you consider the nothingness that fills my time, upon which i base my typewritten musings....I ponder and ponder, and still my fingers pound away at the keys aimlessly, unaware of what the next sentence is to bring...I am as curious to find out where this entry leads me as you are (assuming of course that you are curious at all..)


It is perhaps best that i snap myself out of this stupor...i have spent nearly a week now recuperating from the trying ordeals that were very much an integral part of the job i left behind, and by now i should be well rested...

Trouble is, i have become a little too well rested for my own good...you know that feeling you get when you spend a whole day in bed lazing around a filling your time with meaningless nothings...? well, multiply that by 7 and you'd know how i feel...i gotta get out more, find myself things to do....

So far i have filled my time with movies, books, and my guitar (which sadfully has been oh so neglected over the last couple a months). Yesterday i played football for the first time in two months, and it felt great running around and sweating it out. Tomorrow, thankfully, i get to work my brain at school...that should be a good way to finally get myself off my lazy figurative ass!

I've gotta start puttin in more effort into my spare time..i gotta work on my social life, and get in touch with old friends...i gotta get myself a date...i'm sure i've kept the women waiting long enough!!

i feel like someones hit the reset button for my life, and starting all over again isnt easy...its gotta be done, though, and what better time than right now? gosh, have i told you how i hate the way the optimist in me sounds..? sigh...

All in all, i think today's post sucked ass big time...too tired to start over again though...you'll just have to live with this shit for now....i promise I'll find somethin more interestin to talk about the next time i blog...damn, i hate that word...blog...it reeks of self-indulgence!

To my faithful audience of zero, i leave you with my lethargic blessings and the useful advise of Kid Rock: "You can look for answers, but that ain't fun...so get in the pit, and try to love someone..."

This is Dreamer, signing out.....