I am the incarnate foxonthestorms. I am not yours and I am not the spirit of the 00's. if that can ever be called a legitimate time period (as we know tbe 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's and 90's) to be. This is a time of trivial knowledge, of hollow novelties, of kooks pretending to be important. We live in an age of expectations and subsequent disappointment. We shall find the new paradigms in the decades to come, but at the dusk of 2009 I find myself breathing without the support of newfound cures, striking facts that betray pastlogic, nor novel paradigms of thought that provocatively challenge our old views. Quietly we sit watching our televisions, hoping that "those geniuses across the street" might unify general relativity and quantum theory, or find the once-and-for-all cure for cancer. We sit patiently for someone to slap us into realty to realize that it is our responsibility to sacrifice our comfort for the purity of discovery, to believe in the unknown, and accept that our view is, thus far, limited. I, the ethereal fox on the storms, shall not stand for this bittersweet comfort. I will not be subject to the monotony of our time. I PLEDGE TO YOU AND ALL WHO MAY READ THIS IN THE FUTURE THAT I WILL CONTRIBUTE TO THE TERRAFORMING OF MARS, THE SPREAD OF LIFE, AND THE EXPANSION OF THE ONLY FUNCTIONAL ENTITY CAPABLE OF COMBATING ENTROPY (life).

Me encanta este tiempo, la verdad es que quiero un Verano total.

Finals Finals Finals
Time to study lots of things!
Please dont tell me you're not studying
please dont tell me you're having fun
that would be inhumane!

I am not going to complain, not going to talk about my obvious insanity, not going to mention how retarded it is that anyone who thinks they can pick up a brush, pen, or camera and makes art because what they do "looks pretty" or "pops." I am also not going to point out that IF I SEE ANOTHER FUCKING CUTE LITTLE ANIMAL OR INTERPRETATION OF WHAT COMMON ASTRONOMICAL OBJECTS ARE i will have to strangle myself. Just because something looks nice to you or has sentimental value does not make it art, nor does it mean you are cool. In fact, it means you are doing exactly the opposite, making less-than-shit and acting retarded. Commenting things like "Hey I really like this!," and replying "Thanks!" doesn't mean crap nor does it help, it applauds stupidity. Please try to make things that are profound, worthwhile, and response-evoking. That does not mean adding a filter and maybe one or two effects to a picture of a god damn eye. So to all you faggots wasting time on nothing, wasting energy that obviously isn't free, kill self.

-End Transmission-

Sitting in a spiral thought pattern, I circle the rim, edging to peer past the fall. The ever inevitable fall that waits with a grave pitiless look. "You are not the first, nor the last," It mockingly reminds me. I deny the falsehoods, but resign to apathy, swirling once again in the spiral thought pattern.
Then when the monotonous flow of future to present-now past- becomes a simple, jaded pattern; the longing returns. I dont know why it returns. Questions betray it's existence as simulacra. I am capable of reaching high enough to look over the edge, but that malice filled smile distracts me almost instantly. I am reminded of Sisyphus, though i long for something more like Odysseus. I cannot keep the focus without pitying the others around me who are not freed from the shackles of the always down-spiraling thought patterns. Is it me or are we all doomed to nothing? something? or maybe it's in between?
Is it possible that we're dreaming in a collective called the Universe by some, and dreaming is actually contact with the true dimension of reality. Certainly human dreaming and imagination is far greater than the predictable causality of this thing we call now? Further, what if in order to live in the true reality we have to revert back to some suffering form that accepts the consequences of imagination and creativity. In this way we all pay our toll now and enjoy the fastlane later? No, such does not seem the fate of all. Nor will some ever be able to think above the common level of survival in this world.

It seems contenting to fill my days with serving others so they may see this, I certainly want nothing more than to experience novelty and creativity in it's purest form. The dynamic structure and underlying order this universe kneels to is what I aim to encompass in understanding, so that I might find a way out. This life is too graded, the watcher's breath can be felt on the nape of your neck every second of the day and night. Whatever, i'll figure it out later.