I AM TECHNOLOGY

Technology, where have I gone?
Stimulate my memories, what memories?
Shed personality, anything-authentic…only process
Over and through and over and over and over
I AM TECHNOLOGY

blidjakeringston!!!

searching my possibilities for anything fresh
bounce off my common words – to any substitute
ache for change, anything to push me above
they’ve only invented so many words
plunging deeper, more abstract – they dangle and dance
- all around the truth

look at this facade! it points to itself
it transcends nothing – it diminishes creativity
there are only laws, strict coherentness
i would long for randomness
but, i override my emotion with logic…blidjakeringston!!!

seriously?

I'm sick of being called a vegetable killer.

What's the difference between a bean and an animal? Who are you to say that cucumber does not feel pain?

This argument is asinine. First of all, animals have nervous systems and vegetables don't. When I cut up an onion, there is no neural reaction. Nothing. It just cuts up. When I stab a chicken's face, there is a neural reaction. If you don't want to pull out the microscope for evidence, screeching is a good indicator.

That is all the evidence we need. But lets take it a step further. Let's pretend that there is some crazy, undetectable, pain sensor we can't see. In this scenario, plants feel the same pain as animals. There is still a huge difference. A farmed plant's existence would be completely natural up until the time of the harvest. Day in and day out, it sits in soil, as all plants do. Factory farmed animals to not share this luxury. Most never see the light of day before they're slaughtered. That little fact reveals little of their pitiful existence. I don't need to go into the details. Plants have a natural existence, while animals do not.

This second argument should not even be needed.

Most people don't hunt homeless dogs for sport. Most people don't torture cats for amusement. We live our everyday life based on the simple assumption that others exist and have unique experiences. If we see an animal in pain, we FEEL for that animal. This is a beautiful part of humanity.

The reality is that Chickens, Fish, Cows and Pigs all feel. They are no different than our pets. Yet, we try to justify our actions by saying they're no different than a cucumber. It's embarrassing.

That same logic is what justified the holocaust for many Germans. Jews were lesser things.

It takes nothing away from a human to be kind to an animal.

"It all comes down to pain and suffering. Not intelligence, not strength, not social class or civil right. Pain and suffering are in themselves bad, and should be prevented or minimized irrespective of the race, sex or species of the being that suffers. We are all animals of this planet. We are all creatures. Nonhuman animals experience sensations just like we do. They too are strong, intelligent, industrious, mobile and evolutional. They too are capable of growth and adaptation. Like us, first and foremost, they are earthlings. Like us, they are surviving. Like us, they all seek their own comfort rather than discomfort. Like us, they express degrees of emotions. Like us, they are alive, most of them being vertebrae, just like us." - Earthlings

Digging

Was the last post too odd? That’s why nobody responded? Or too ridiculous? Too something… Pick your adjective. Perhaps not enough something?

What kind of reaction would even be posted? “Wow Nate, that was fuckin odd."

I force myself not to care. I typically search for self esteem through others. Never lasting. Never truly fulfilling.

I try not to care.

Most people are immoral. Fuck them. I’d rather them leave. Even in my deterministic ideology, I’ll judge people and prefer punishment. For revenge. Odd.

It’s simpler to sit along the sidelines. Watch everyone else on the sidelines. They watch me. Nothing happens. This realization brings me guilt. I feel guilty as I sit along the sidelines. I want to scream at them. But I stop myself. Not again. Just you wait.

I don’t think there is anything. I wish there was. My logic breeds pessimism. I see humans as programs merely reacting to each other. Reactions that at some core level boil down to survival. It seems to be mostly manipulation.

Genes are spread based on this. That is it. That is why we’re here. It’s empty. Humanity will destroy itself. That is fine. All of this typing means nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I’ve always wanted a deeper meaning. I’m proud of my work. It’s been my path. That’s why I’m proud. I’m disappointed with my findings. How deep is this hole? I’m still digging. My momentary endorphins keep me digging.

Don’t fall in with me. I guess I care.

October feels like warm rust.

October feels like warm rust. I stand back and observe the somber promise of more. It quiets, creates complacency within the journey, moment…almost as inherent optimism.

November, feels foolish, comes. Large dead birds and grey landscapes mix with family and football. Let’s eat a pumpkin?

December, idealized, hardly snow to play upon but utopian nonetheless. Smiles, Sugar, and Sex. Without one, there can’t be Christmas. If not sexy santa, perhaps sexy santa’s helper. Midget porn? Is it expensive? I’m in!

January is bare. I feel seven, wanting to use more fingers when asked my age. Here, the desolate now. Maybe there’s debt for material girls and boys. We look around and have trouble finding anything meaningful. There is no value, only a year of work in front of us. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK. You kidding? I’m too tired to yell…

This is who I am. This is who I am.