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"Only a couple of generations ago, we the people sang the songs and told the stories and generated our culture from the bottom up.

But now, more and more of our culture is spoon-fed to us top down by corporations, TV networks and ad agencies.

We must reclaim our culture. Start telling our own stories again. Singing our own songs. Producing our own meaning.

Creating our own cool..."

- Adbusters Blackspot Campaign

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Absolutely fuckin nothing - that's what. This link makes my blog stronger for no other reason than I bothered to have it here.

Does that make this place any better? No - obviously not. I'm popular simply because I choose to be popular. I chose to make myself accessible to the masses.

But don't mistake my want of accessibility for respect...

...I still hate most of you more than you can imagine.

It's lonely down here. What purpose can a paragraph find at the nigh-bottom of this blog? Should I be humorous? Informative? Why am I here? I wish I was that other paragraph above the calendar. Oh the wonderful things I could do from up there...

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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
all gods die

"they swore you'd steal my steam to feed your dream
and then be gone
I wish I could say that everyone was wrong..."

- cigarettes will kill you, ben lee.

I want to tell people that their Gods will die.  That that's what Gods do.  They get killed, or leave in a huff, or stay and become irrelevent.  Gods dissapoint.  Gods fall.

I tell myself that I want to do this because I think it will make them better.  But if I'm honest I think I want to do this because I know it will make them hurt.

And my definition of the 'Gods' is so broad - that this almost certainly affects you.

This thought broke free from Solender's mind at 08:37 pm
It is still at large and should be considered Armed and Dangerous

October 16, 2005   04:12 PM PDT
Wow, agreed. I love the way you write and express yourself. And the lyrics in the beginning of some entries add to it.
September 30, 2005   01:57 AM PDT
Indeed. So, so true. All one needs do is read the history books.

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