profoundconfound

That Man

2009-12-08T19:32:00.000-05:00

When he’s around, you’d better watch your back.
He’ll use every bit of ammo he can find.
He’ll take the shells you left on the ground,
reducing, reusing, recycling
the same old arguments that he used
for wins in the war.

Reducing
it all down to sound bites.
The complex strategies,
the great plans I have,
he says, “You’ll never get past the starting line.”
It’s not a challenge.
His shotgun of spite
fires into my back again.

Reusing.
I remember back in the war,
when I was just beginning to live.
My father, killed in action.
You know who’s to blame.
Now he’s on a mission, killing the child
that my father left behind.

Recycling
the bullets of vitriol he’d collected.
Years have passed.
The conflict has been resolved.
Our countries are allies now.
Even he knows that!
He just doesn’t know what to do with all that hate.

Let’s just say that my guys used to be fun and happy and light.
They never wanted to have to fight so hard for freedom.
Now sometimes they think they’re wrong to fight.
At times, I just can’t get them out of bed.
They’d rather just be left to die,
then to fight such a miserable,
degrading, demoralizing, deadly
war.

I HATE ARIAL

2009-11-09T02:06:00.002-05:00

I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT

Blogger

2009-11-07T03:21:00.003-05:00

Blogger is kind of strange. I don't mean blogging is strange. Blogger is a bit too round at the edges in the third dimension. By that, I mean it's like a toy. It's not very clean. It's not very efficient. It's a shell at best. It doesn't work right. For instance, I think my custom "posted by" and "comments" things are lame. I can't change them back at the moment, though I was able to change them earlier this evening. Why? Who knows.

Also, I couldn't change the size of certain elements of text in my blog. Why? The stupid button was changing the wrong element. FIX MEEEEEEE, GOOGLE!

2009-11-07T03:04:00.004-05:00

At around the same time, I also made this. It's for an imaginary product, which, because it's imaginary, doesn't need a legal disclaimer! Egad.

Expansion and Variety

2009-11-07T02:14:00.003-05:00

This blog is henceforth no longer restricted to purposes of writing, as demonstrated by this, which I made earlier today:

Disclaimer: I don't own the trademark for GE. Also, please don't sue me; it's free advertising, and it's just an experiment.

THE TAKEDOWN/TAKEOVER

2009-11-07T01:07:00.003-05:00

I used to post to this account as sarixe. Now I post as drm.mundy. In other words, the previous owner has died and been reincarnated as the new management. Good luck, readers, as you try to understand my new, improved ramblings. Forthwards and on!

By the way...

2008-12-17T00:27:00.001-05:00

I'm not having sex with Valeria Mezzina. Just wanted to clear that up for you.

Spillage

2008-12-09T00:16:00.009-05:00

I am at a loss. I was having a great time until my parents came home. They leak emotion all over the place like a bucket without a bottom. Of course, a lot of it got all down the front of my shirt, and it just won't go away. I tried wiping it off, but that only helped a little. It's not even mine, yet I'm the one who's upset and terrified and tense. I didn't even do anything.

Nevermind. That's not what I came here to talk about. Here's a rough, scratchy attempt:

I want to kiss you. I want to do it slowly and softly. My heart shoots up into my throat every time I try to speak your name. I feel like a jerk because I can't just come out and say what I want to say. I even feel like a jerk for wanting to say the things I want to say. I don't say them. Until now. I want to start kissing you harder, more passionately. I want to hold you close to me, hold you tight against my body. I want to improvise. I want to try new things. I want to find my limits and your limits, and I want to know you like nobody else knows you. I want to whisper in your ear how much I love you. I want you to know I love you, and I want you to feel safe and right around me. I want to be a reliable, desirable person for you. Most of all, I want you.

What do you want?

Demonstration and Further Explication of the Previous Entry

2008-11-29T00:09:00.004-05:00

Anybody who's in the business of making money from consumers on a large scale will, no doubt, have an effective advertising campaign in effect. Anybody who studies a lot of ads with the perspective of they're trying to sell you something, don't give in, will notice that these ads will go to any length to grab another group of customers in. Car advertisements now feature cool music, in order to appeal to the hip new adults (read: car buyers) sprouting up everywhere. On the internet, ads detect what's on a page in order to maximize the number of people in the target group who sees the ad, and minimize viewing by the people outside of that group. Fucking excellent.

Corporations, although they all seem evil, generally aren't. Take, for instance, the owner of this website. Not me, you doofus. Google owns blogspot. Google is awesome. Sure, they keep track of every search ever made, every link ever clicked, and generally everything everyone does on the internet, and sure that's creepy, but they're using it for some damn awesome things. But i'm getting of topic. My point is that corporations aren't evil by nature.

That said, they're slowly but surely destroying the genuine soul of everything that ever had one. But it's not the corporations who are to blame. The problem, reader, is you. That's right, it's you, your friends, your family, and everyone you've ever seen. It's even me. We've let the corporations become soul-stealers. We've come under the popular and comfortable assumption that everything a corporation puts forth is automatically uncool, boring, typical, and even nauseating. I, for one, am fucking sick of this immature and destructive attitude. What the fuck is your objective in life? Do you want to do what you want to do, or do you want to become the opposite of something that you merely think (incorrectly, I might add) is destroying the world? I want to do what I want to do, whether or not a corporation says it's cool.

Every time I step foot inside a mall and look around at all the pretty things on display, I shake my head and scowl and do all kinds of stupid things, like an immature little hipster brat. If I'm with people, I feel the urge to loudly point out how blatantly obvious the subliminal advertising is, and how I'm immune to it. I'm getting better all the time, as the Beatles song goes, but I still have the occasional outburst. These days, I'll catch myself in the middle of a sentence and stop myself. Lifestyles take time to overcome.

Why do I bring this up? Maybe you have a similar disease. I used to think it was clairvoyance, but now I think it's a curse. Maybe I'm still wrong. What I do know is that it's fucking obnoxious and I hate myself for doing it. I hope you do too.

I don't think you get the point. Be true to your own beliefs, likes, loves, regardless of who else shares or pretends to share them. You're weak if you can't do this. You're a spineless, worthless piece of shit. You're a leaf of paper. Grow a pair, you pansy whimpsauce-eating vagina. I bet you like reading all these funny words. I bet you just changed your mind! Fuck off. You disgust me.

Something that Needs to be Said

2008-11-28T23:10:00.003-05:00

A Very Brief History of the West Since the Middle Ages

Religion rules. Life sucks. Nobody's allowed to have sex, or know about sex, or anything, until they're married.
Many periods and events, such as the Renaissance, Exploration, the Enlightenment, and several revolutions change the face of things drastically. No longer is monarchy the standard. America becomes the forefront of the spirit of revolution and freedom.
Industry pops up, things are mass-produced, and an environment develops where consumerism is able and allowed to thrive.
The 50's happen, when a rigid lifestyle of family, suburban house, white picket fence, dog, and social norms is commonplace.
The 60's begin, and people get tired of the 50's' rigidity. It lasts for a few years, but by the end of the 60's, people nationwide change drastically, living in communes, listening to rock, getting stoned, etc. Also, the civil rights movement occurs.
The 70's, 80's, 90's, and 00's, people fight for specific civil liberties. Women's rights, gay rights, sexual rights, abortion, etc, are fought for adamantly. AIDS rises, and kills millions.

The state we're in today is that nobody gives a shit about anything anymore. Every issue that's brought up today is done so by a company, company spokesperson, celebrity, or other figurehead. Everyone who matters realizes or thinks it's a ploy to get money. Furthermore, people realize the mistakes of past people, and even see mistakes they themselves have made. The realization of these mistakes is often life-changing. Zealous public figures are usually revealed as hypocrites, leaving the people with an unprecedented skepticism.

That said, people can't work up the courage to get some conviction. Nobody believes anything these days, because everything they've ever believed in has been shattered. Everyone's jaded by this. Nobody has seen truth, and they're wary of anything proposing to be it.

You and I need to rise against the emptiness, the meaninglessness. Be yourself. Be truthful and true to yourself and others. We need to show this world what truth really is.

Godspeed You! Black President

2008-11-05T00:41:00.004-05:00

From all of us inside my head, congratulations. You rule. Literally. And hey! Our next leader won't be doubling as the court jester. I'm just waiting to find out what Sean Hannity's going to say. In my head, there's video of him sitting on his news desk in a diaper, crying because he needs his president changed. Whoops, bad analogy... Anyway, sweet. We have our first non-white president. But I'm sure you knew that.

Telephoning Ostentatious Operators; Forsaking All Reason

2008-11-03T22:50:00.007-05:00

WEB LOG. It's what it used to be called. Web log -> weblog -> 'blog. It's all the raaaage, dude. Grooveh. Cool. Sick nasty, bro. Sweet. Sweet like the sugary syrup I poured upon your bosom yesterday eve, as we slipped into a coma of delicious drips. Comatose. Fructose. Fructis. You spend too much money on your hair. I liked it the way it was before. Why did you have to go and change it? Got any spare change? I need to pay the toll man. Toll house cookies. A Nestle brand. A brand. Steward Brand. The sixties. Funny that THE EPOCH is midnight on January 1st 1970, not even accounting for the 60's at all. What about history? What about tradition? Are you going to leave all this behind? Are you even prepared for what repercussions may come of your actions? I'm not. I don't have to be. After all, I'm not even the one writing this.