Filed under: Words | Tags: attention shoppers, consumerism, lost in the supermarket, Uncategorized, Words
Disclaimer: This is not an endorsement of any kind, merely pointing out some rather odd product or marketing ploy. If it was an endorsement, I would recommend that you ignore this post altogether, which will most likely be the case anyway.
Also of note: this coffee is traded by fairies.
Filed under: Mind, Poems, Robert Fripp, Words, sounds | Tags: consumerism, dark matter, death, gravity, King Crimson, memory, Mental Health, night, Pain, portrait, Solar System, trophallaxis, Uncategorized, Words
Filed under: Phenomena, Words, trophallaxis | Tags: consumerism, huh?, Lies, rant, third mind, Troglodytes, trophallaxis, Uncategorized, Wild Thing, Words
And now, ahem…, a formal exposition behind the title assigned to this glob, er blog. (Ah, who the hell cares?)
First, a definition. Quothing the infamous Wikipedia Galactica…
“Trophallaxis: is the transfer of food or other fluids among members of a community through mouth-to-mouth (stomodeal) or anus-to-mouth (proctodeal) feeding. It is most highly developed in social insects such as ants, termites, wasps and bees. The word was introduced by the entomologist William Morton Wheeler in 1918.”
This is what bloggers seem to do. They feed on the information in their environment. Then they spit it out, perhaps partially chewed, for some other blogger to snarf up on, and so on, or not. Or maybe they chew it up good all by themselves, then crap out whats left after they’d had their way with it – the beasts, and the bloggers that like to schnarf up crap will do so, hereby beginning a new cycle of trophallaxis.
As for troglodytes, well, I can tell you, at best, my ancestors probably didn’t start walking upright until they were damn well ready. They saw other folks doing it, but it just seemed like a kind of fad at the time. They wanted to tell them this. Explain to them that they were being tools of trendiness. But trendiness was so new at the time, there were no words for it. This is when the Trogs, as I like to call them, came up with a special chant, and it goes a little bit like this…
Wild Thing
You Make My Heart Sing
You Make Everything Groovy
Wild Thing
Filed under: Poems, Uncategorized | Tags: consumerism, illusion, lost in the supermarket, poetry, religion
I have failed
I have vomited forth
the scope of my beliefs
the essence of my religion
lost it in the industrial swamp
through the din of the status quo
met with silence or worse
I have whispered with oblique reference
the hopes closest to my soul
while hammering home the most trivial
of hackneyed cliches
spelling out the names
of my favorite ball players
like a pantheon of saints
I have been angry at the wrong things
Used my rage ineffectively
to destroy myself
to ensure failure
I have put my trust in shiny objects
to dazzle myself into submission
to aspire to become part of the great beast
the fire that once
kept me up at night
has been doused, stirred
covered in ashes and mud
as I come to accept my fate
a puppet of artifice
longing to belong

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