You may remember the reference to a series of posts about the last ten years of my life; well fuck that. I cannae be bothered. I really cunt. I've read the posts over again and they contribute nothing to the legacy of regit@blogger. Right now I just want to move out, though not, and this is very important, on. Wherever I end up blogging next, I'll still be at play in the asylum, it'll just be redecorated and with more space.
I was planning, as alternative farewell posts, another series composed of a farewell angst post, farwell music post etc. but that just seemed superfluous. Also when you get into a debate with ostensibly intelligent people and, in reference to The Stones, they cite...jaysus I can't even quote that, it's such a piss take...
I was reminded why I pick and choose my company with such grim rigidity. I get angered too easily by little things to bother exposing myself in anything that resembles a functional online ecosystem inhabited by people. By people I mean people people. If you've been reading this thing for any length of time you'll know what
I mean. I'll feel safer in the nuthouse I hope to get online within a couple of months from now, finances and bandwidth permitting.
I'm beating that analogy to death aren't I? It's just that was looking for a certain kind of poem and naturally checked in on Dylan Thomas. This is an old favourite:
And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars. >>
Where were we? Oh yes, my friends are CoOL eVeRYone eLse, dEsPIte theIr beST eFfORts, is UTteRLy eNslaveD to tHEir eNviROnmeNt, aNd I'm goINg to rUn ofF anD Hide In a EAsily dIScoVered pLAce to tHe wiDeSpread iNdIFference of nO ONe I cARe aBout.
On a lighter note, you might remember I was wont to post the occasional picture of me displaying various parts of my anatomy. Mostly to impress the odd female reader, but also because I was feeling pretty decent about how I looked. Despite the loss of mass since I've been in Aus., a fairly rigid gym schedule has had some benefits this semester, and I think I will post the final 'gratuitous skin shot'/ 'photoshopping experiment'.
I wanted to post a front bicep shot but decided that would be showing off. Besides, thematically this pic felt right for this post. The odd thing is I don't look that big in real life. That's the problem with having your body fat % near single figures, unless you're in the habit of strutting around in skin-tight clothes (and fuck that) no one can tell you're ripped. I should enjoy it while it lasts, SL is never condusive to staying in shape.
[lemme see - angsty, tortured intro./ music ref./poetry/ big
generalised fuck off/ topless muscle shot...all check. i really ought
to say something about wannabe, half-baked socialist, liberal
ass-holes but the essence of this blog has always been the politics of
the person, not of the world. even my loathing of a certain type of
mindless sheep herd politicking has been more about the mindless sheep
herd part and less about the actual politics involved.
and that's a check on the politics too. i should throw in something
sports related, but have a whole post dedicated to that, which i will
probably post after the cup final ]
This isn't the last post, but spiritually it could well be.
