Archive for April, 2010

Simon Artesian, Reality’s Champion

Posted in Fragments, Heroes, Monsters, Science Fiction on April 30, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

Simon Artesian was a vampire hunter.  Well, not vampires precisely, or werewolves or zombies or any other of the names we use for what haunts us in our weak times—it would be most accurate to say that Simon Artesion hunted predators.  Not predators of humans, though humans sometimes were caught in their plane and devoured, but predators of the beings we don’t see that keep our universe running.  Most humans don’t really know much about this, and when thinking of a Prime Mover or Omnimpotent Being, fail to consider that these forces we ascribe to giants are actually the works of a vast civilization of creatures into whose substance the fabric of reality is woven.  Or some such analogy– because it is impossible to truly describe them in words, they don’t exist in quite the same way as us, and can only be properly imagined when… imagined.  “Chattering Elf Machines” can hardly do justice to their individual majesty or the miraculous fact of their existence.  In any case, everything we know is driven by their energistic output.  Whether we are a side effect of their existence or are purposefully tended is up for debate, but it is undeniable that the prime forces of the universe issue forth from the Tenders, and if they were to die, our sun would go out.  So Simon Artesian hunted their predators.

 Simon Artesian had powers.  These powers were mostly perceptive, but could manifest themselves in other ways, at occasionally strange times.  Neither Simon’s mother nor the doctors were aware she had conceived nine days before, and the psychoactive drug tests went smoothly, although there was strangely little effect, so they repeated the dose three days later.  This time too, Sarah’s vitals remained the same, and other than a little tingling in the back of her neck and the base of her spine reported no changes in her mental state.

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Factory Meat

Posted in Assholes, Breakfast, Death, Hell, Lies, Poems, Songs on April 29, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

Hey we’re hungry I’ll get something to eat
how about a slice of that factory meat
the factory meat looks dull and gray
the factory itself makes us all look away
let’s spice up the meat with some color and fat
hide the factory away wipe our hands that’s that

Hey we’re hungry I’ll get something to eat
how about a slice of that factory meat
the factory meat might make you sick
the factory walls are covered in shit
let’s sanitize the meat in an ammonia bath
consolidate factories make an industry pact

Hey we’re hungry I’ll get something to eat
how about a patty of that factory beef
the factory beef that once was a cow
the factory raising it once was a sow
they used to eat grass and they used to be good
until we made factory meat out of what should have been food.

Amazing Post-Industrial Park

Posted in Architecture, Entropy, Green, Metal, Photos on April 29, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

Check out this beautiful use of an old industrial facility. What a cool place to explore! via Clay Rockefeller


Wish you were here…

Posted in Photos, Planets, Space, Uncategorized on April 26, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

Earth taken from Mars by Mars Exploration Rover Spirit in the early Martian morning.
Earth from Mars

Massive Wind Harp

Posted in Architecture, Photos, Wind on April 25, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

Located somewhere in/around San Francisco. It looks like a space engine or something. At the very least we could mount one on the Porpentine and troll the vacuum for particle symphonies.

The Day After Earth Day

Posted in Books, Death, Photos, Planets, Poems, Uncategorized, WikiLink on April 23, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

photo by Lori Nix

When the World Ends, Come With Me

Come with me when the world is ending
when the sun is heavy and dull
when the piratical lives of those who remain
are impossible dreams less substance than vain
when the floods and the fires encroach on our backs
we’ll face them together and let out a laugh:
“When our bones turn to ash our wills still shall abide,
and we’ll still be screaming ‘Despite!’”
So come with me when the world is ending
and I’ll come with you for life.

More text!!

Posted in Assholes, Fragments on April 20, 2010 by Insert-Silly-Name-Here.ai

Undercover Cop With Multiple Personalities

Hey man, what’s got you down?
Man, one can’t get no action… here in this town.
What do you mean by ‘action,’ friend?
What does that tone in your voice portend?
Nothing, man. (You’ve come to the right place.)
Then what’s with that funny look on your face?
Look pal, just nerves, maybe I should go.
Are you a cop?
Me? Hell no!

(pause)
Well all right, then. I had to ask.
Am I to undertake an unlawful task?
Depends on the law.
I’ve broken them all.
And yet you’ve never managed to fall
into the hands of the police, and jail?
I’ve had my scraps, but I never fail
to come out squeaky clean in the end,
the judge is my uncle and the jury’s my friend.
Well all right then, sounds good to me.
Okay pal, then what’ll it be?