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Unlock that funky chaindance
Brothers, sisters shoot your best
We don't need this fascist groove thang...

It has been far too long since I last had a chance to sit in my favourite house of coffee and bang away at my keyboard - tell all the world all the things that I feel the need to say. And it has been at least four years since I last had my laptop off my property and out into the wilds of the casa de java. And I believe that the old ThinkPad finds this to be an enjoyable situation...

I have been using my brain capacity for other things lately and it is hard to settle on one topic to write about on this fine day. And for that matter, I find it hard to even think of what should be filling these pages as I tell the world that I am drinking of the bean whilst I sit here and type these words...

It has been over three months since last I was in this establishment and after three months there are some things that never change. There are some of the regulars doing their regular thang. There are the college kids working on whatever they are working on. There is the steady flow of people coming through. There are the employees who are all familiar except but one...

But this is a celebration for this is the Ten Year Anniversary of this fine establish though I never realized that it has been here for this long even though I do remember the building being built and I remember what was here before, and I remember back to a time when this was a field full of weeds and not one of these memories seem like ten years ago...

Strange it is how the mind has no concept of time for as the years pass by; the quicker the past seems to be plowed under by the present as the future plows under the present. And so time marches on as it tramples beneath its feet the past. The mini goose-stepping army of the future returns by the minute to destroy the forces of the past and there is not an army of Spartans to stop their progress, they just keep marching on as they wage a total war upon the countryside - a slash-and-burn of what was and if the past wish to sow upon the burnt fields, the fascists of the future kill the sprouts as they emerge from the ground...

And such is time where the future in their shiny jackboots has a final solution for the past. And much of the civilian population is mesmerized by the shiny newness of the future and allows them to carry on with their genocide whilst the population turns a blind-eye to all the atrocities. But there are a few who know the truth and do their best to save as much of the past as possible for future generations. And the Resistance with fight the future for we can do nothing but fight for what we believe in. We shall fight until we have breathed our last breathe and we have died for a cause we believe in...

Or we shall die trying...

And such is life in this little coffee shop that time has forgotten for the passed ten years...

Happy Anniversary...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...

Echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere -
Just going round and round...

And so here it is another day in this long list of days that I have experienced in this long existence most of which just seem to blend into the next and become one hazy half-remember memory...

And I suppose that this is the way that the brain operates as the past in pushed further and further to the rear so that the present has its moment of glory at the front of the line even though the present cannot be measured by any equipment created by man as it is plowed under by each passing present. And such is time as I experience it and so has it been and so shall it be for all eternity - each instance moves further and further away, pushed from view by the newbies that demand one's attention and then they vanish from reality...

And thus are my thoughts as I sit here at this moment and enjoy all that the world will present to me in the coming moments though these thoughts will be plowed under by thoughts to come for this is the natural progression of things just as one generation is plowed under by the next until nothing remains above ground to mark their paths...

Lately I have been trying to remember the past and all that I was back in the day so very far away. Most of which is due to the fact that spent some time working on my MySpace though some has to do with the fact that I have another birthday fast approaching. MySpace has turned out to be an interesting experience on a number of levels. I have rediscovered some of my high school friends, some friends from my Usenet days, bands that I listened to back in college, many things from the past that had long since been plowed under by all that I perceive in the present...

Strange are the thoughts that fill my head as I try to remember the past, and strange they shall remain until something new steps to the front of the line and demands that I give it some attention...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...

For a start
Reminding us
We could be torn apart
Tonight...

These are the days that try men's souls. I just like the sound of that and it actually has nothing to do with what will eventually appear upon this screen as my thoughts are assembled as if by magic for at this very moment I have no idea what I have a need to write about this moment amongst the billions of instances of my existence...

I have had one of those moments that I have written about before, one of those moments that sets off a flood of thoughts that reach out into a million different directions simultaneously, each leg a rainbow much like a drop of oil reaching out across a wet parking lot. I heard, I thought a million thoughts like the moment before death whence all the scenes of one's life flash before the eyes of the dying. I heard it and I heard it correctly. "All of history is a work of fiction..."

A simple statement that runs deep through the valleys of my soul, reaching for the dark spaces that seldom sees the brightness of the sun. "All of history is a work of fiction..."

And so my mind races everywhere and yet nowhere. And the more I think of the statement, the more I see the truth in it. I could write my life's story and yet it is not the truth, it is but my memories, my perception of the events. It may be the truth according to my mind and yet in the grand scheme of things, it is not the truth for my impression of events was tainted by how I perceive the world...

History is written by the victors is along the same line of thought, and the stories that are told are not completely accurate, and being they are colored by the writer's perception of only one side of the story, at best, history can be only a half-truth, which in terms of the absolute can only be considered a falsehood. So their tales must be considered a work of fiction...

Now that's an interesting thought to span the gap between my ears, if the past is fiction and the future can only be considered a work of fiction, so the only thing that can be considered non-fiction is the here and now. But as I have gone to great lengths to explain within the many pages of this Blog, the here and now is an imaginary boundary between the past and the future. In other words, there is nothing in this existence that can be considered non-fiction. And therefore, this entire lifetime is based on a great work of fiction. So there may be truth to some philosophies that state this world is an illusion. I suppose that my personal philosophy would state that all in this world and all things great and small are but a work of fiction...

And thusly I shall conclude with sermon though it may be just a work of fiction...

And a Happy St. Matthew's Day to one and all...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...