so for each single frame why the constant need for clarity, i ask? she told me to be less ambiguous; he told me to shut (turns head looks up at the sky, of film, broken, the pi- the fuck up. i did the exact opposite. i went through the entire world screaming nonsense for makes a twisted sort of face; cture remains mentally the sole purpose of irritating people. a small man by the name of benjamin followed me half half-grin, half-sneer; scratches present, internally, de- way through my journey and decided to record my harangue. "all in the name of science" everyt- the back of his head, swats a spite possible flaws in hing seems to be science these days; pop-science, scientology, weird science (despite its age, mosquito from his arm, mumbles photographic technology, it still pops into my brain when i think of science (other things seem to pop-up when i think unintelligibly about the weather the importance is on the of science (whats with the constant mention of pop? why call soda pop, where do alternate def- [or lack thereof] suddenly he images impact, not nece- initions of standard terminology come from? (slang, also, seems to be a strange occurance; how begins to run, slowly ssarily that which is does it appear? who invents it? why does the term 'bird' suddenly mean people?(for that matter at first, then he picks up his being photographed, the i fail to see how any sane person can possibly find interest in ornithology; i once saw a book speed gains momentum, it becomes important thing is that shelf filled with titles ranging from "the birds of pakistan" and "the birds of pakistan 2" hard to follow him due to the whatever is present--me- (for that matter i find countries like pakistan strange; culture seems to vary so much from p- speed at which he is travelling, aningless or not, trigg- lace to place, but not only that, military outfits change. what is the best form of camoflauge ? the speed increases as he goes ers some sort of reacti- it probably depends on where you are, but i seriously fucking doubt that a big blue helmet is further and further into the on, whether emotional, going to prevent anything. what idiot came up with that shit? distant corn fields, physical(e.g. sickness), and fades or psychological. the but anyway, benny followed me around the globe. away worst thing that you can a w possibly accomplish wit- he attempted to record my every utterance; a truly epic post-modern transcript; every breath, why can't anyone a in this artform is what every fart, every snort and chuckle; all recorded on to tape, then pen, then paper, then to ever just pick y i refer to as the "blah" the average consumer. but why would anyone wish to read something like that? (chuckle & takes one song effect; when you achieve a moment to scratch his naked belly) i can understand why someone would want to read say, and play it; a w a y this so-called "blah" Mark Twain, or comic books, but why why why would you want to read that other shit? reading all the way through; . effect, that is when you should be about life; culture; struggle; conflict; entertainment. not science. nobody cares enjoy it; . should consider substit- about science, except scientists. they're just a buncha street magicians. complete bullshit. nobody enjoys anything . uting the camera -- or two things i refuse to believe in: religion and science. no three things; i never ever belie- these days whatever your paintbrush ved those TV talk shows. or women in orange dresses. you should never ever trust a woman in not even sleep, or canvas may be -- with an orange dress. thats what my grandfather always used to tell me. when he was a boy, he met the cousin of death; there a hand-weapon, loaded or this girl in an orange dress; he said she coulda been my grandmother if things worked out, b- death itself, is feared is not, and end either your ut in a way that doesnt make any sense, cause if he fucked her, then technically, i would ne- feared like life; no self, or end your work. ver have been conceived, or born for that matter. so my grandfather is a lying piece of shit. fear the phobophiliacs... way one of the two has got ou to go. in a world filled things like that run in the family... (takes a sip of water) humans now stop) t with approximately 6 bi- are . llion people, what makes you can never trust your family; they are the fakest bunch you will ever have the displeasure not blinking? . you think that anything of meeting. alive a life? me . you do matters at all, are you here? to . in the large scale of have you ever been honest to them? have they ever been honest to you? what is your relations- what are you doing? no. things. think about how hip based on, besides blood? blood is thicker than water they say. who said thickness was a matter. many people you know, good thing? i never could stand the sight of blood, or the taste of blood, or the feeling of how far. and think about how man- blood spilling out of my wounds or the wounds of other people, or the heads of cows when i u- you run. y of these people actua- sed to work at that god awful place. . . i'll never work again at a place like that, i swear to you, as long as i stay sane i'll lly contain something never, ever, EVER work again interesting. zero? the question is, rather, do you really care about anything? what would happen if you woke up tomorrow, it'll be the death of me, i deaf, dumb, blind, or otherwise handicapped, would you feel the need to cont- can't live if someone else is page three. inue living life the way you live it? i suppose it depends on the situation. telling me what to do. i'm a if you're already disabled, it probably doesn't matter that much. but what is human. i'm not an animal. i normality? is normality truly something which one should strive for? when i hear about "normalisation" it generally goes am not subordinate to anything against everything i stand for. the human mind, and eye, attempts to mold all possible objects into some sort of standard are you? sweatshop lollipop the f-stop shop, crop c h o p pop a cop, let the words d r o p keep your guard up. . .