Dr. Strangeland or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Taiwan

7.24.2005

Taiwan by Train


Taiwan by Train, originally uploaded by Fat Mike.

It was a long train ride home. And as I looked out the window I realized that it was the perfect way to capture the changing landscapes of Taiwan.

7.13.2005

ONLY by NINE INCH NAILS

I'M BECOMING LESS DEFINED AS DAY GO BY.
FADING AWAY. (YOU MIGHT SAY) I'M LOSING FOCUS
KIND OF DRIFTING INTO THE ABSTRACT IN TERMS OF
HOW I SEE MYSELF. SOMETIMES I THINK I CAN SEE
RIGHT THROUGH MYSELF LESS CONCERNED ABOUT
FITTING IN TO THE WORLD YOUR WORLD, THAT IS
BECAUSE IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER ANYMORE NONE
OF THIS REALLY MATTERS ANYMORE
YES I AM ALONE. BUT THEN AGAIN I ALWAYS WAS AS
FAR BACK AS I CAN TELL I THINK MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE
BECAUSE YOU WERE NEVER REAL TO BEGING WITH I JUST
MADE YOU UP
TO HURT MYSELF AND IT WORKED YES IT DID
THERE IS NO YOU THERE IS ONLY ME THERE IS NO
FUCKING YOU THERE IS ONLY ME ONLY

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WELL THE TINIEST LITTLE DOT CAUGHT MY EYE
AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE A SCAB AND I HAD
THIS FUNNY FEELING LIKE I JUST KNEW IT'S
SOMETHING BAD I JUST COULDN'T LEAVE ALONE
AND I KEPT PICKING AT THAT SCAB LIKE IT WAS
A DOORWAY TRYING TO SEAL ITSELF SHUT BUT I
CLIMBED THROUGH AND NOW I AM SOMEWHERE I
AM NOT SUPPOSED TO BE AND I CAN SEE THINGS
I KNOW I REALLY SHOULDN'T SEE NOW I KNOW
WHY AND NOW I KNOW WHY THINGS AREN'T AS
PRETTY ON THE INSIDE THERE IS NO FUCKING
YOU THERE IS ONLY ME ONLY

7.05.2005

Hollow Men T.S. Eliot

I don't know how many copyright laws this breaks but:

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer --

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

7.02.2005

Who Are You?

There is someone out there that has blown my mind. They seem to have religiously visited my website every day. I wish I knew who this person was. I look at my webcounter stats every few days just to see where people come from to see my little site. And one IP address has consistently been there every single time. I will not post the IP address, but I will state that it is from a Shaw Cable subscriber. So, if you are the shaw cable subscriber who has visited me 1347 times please don't remain anonymous. Speak out and let me know who pushes my counter higher and higher.


 
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