Many seem to have misunderstood. In some of the most amusing ways.

My invective, yesterday, my "diatribe," if you will, was not aimed at those of you who already find themselves on my friends list. (Jack Off Jill - [Super Sadists]). It was directed aat those of you who have added me, recently, and have found yourselves not added, in return. I have not reciprocated your affections, my dears, because you have not shown me that they are true.

You haven't commented to say you care.

Muse - [Apocalypse Please]--- Now, everyone, I know that I am not the most expressive of people, within your bubble, within the AT Field that is your Live Journal, but that is because I find it hard to do things other than agree with you, or go "there, there." I understand that feeling, if that's how you feel, in response to what I say. I do, however, try to find something to say to your posts, especially if you seem to be extremely worried about whatever it is about which you are posting. If we just don't fucking care, then what are we doing here?

I like to comment, when I add people, to get the ball rolling. And I think it's a reciprocal thing. I think that, if you found me, and you like me, add me, and comment me. If I find you, like you, and feel there's a reasonable chnce for said reciprocity, then I'll add you, and comment, to that extent.

The Art of Noise - [How to Kill]--- But I think the first move should be made by the finder, not the found (there are special exceptions, such as when the found is not found for the finder's benefit, and so on), as the alternative would be like unto a deer running onto a hunter's knife.

Razed In Black - [Nightmare]--- In any case, this is a piece of my personal behaviour ethic, in regards to Live Journal. Do with this new infomation what you will.

Dreamed, last night, that there were lions and tigers in the room where my room should be. I opened the door, and there were three lions and three tigers, hiding under wicker-woven wooden furniture. The room itself was much more close, but the walls were not walls. There were bookshelves on them, but behind them was open savanah, at sun set. They were waiting for me, because they were out of rice, out of things to hunt. They were going to eat me, but i got them to hold off, telling them I could get them something else. They celebrate, adn one of the lions hits me on the arm with his paw. I leave quickly and close the door.

Rasputina - [Crosswalk]--- The next section of dream was something about people leaving to pick other people up, for a party, at the house. kyrael comes back with them, as well as many cops. There is one cop telling us that we have to clear all of the leaves and cigarette butts out of our yard, before we can have the party, because some environmental park service has the power to tell us this, with no warning, to come into our home, and tell us how to keep the place. He moves our swing, which is on the bottom story of our now two-story porch, under the open air skylight, so that it's hanging on nothing, but still hanging, and catching the moonlight. (LUXT - [Subcutaneous Grin]). The whole thing feels like a combination of the last house, on Briarlake, with bits of this one, and more truly in the woods of suburban DC. Something like Cameron's house, in "Ferris Beuller's Day Off."

Something else, in there, about underground tunnels, parking structures, and running from something, luring it into the deck. Strange.

Anywho, I've got work to do, today, and i should probably eat some food.

*tips hat*

Why I hate People: Volume 39453029573-290453421.

The Art of Noise - [Close (To the Edit)]--- You know what's a beautiful sign that maybe I'm wrong, and that consciousness was a random genetic fluke, and that maybe we'll lose it in the next evolutionary shift? People thinking that learning from our actions, and moving forward from a new position of understanding counts as "Contradition" of previous positions. No, you stupid motherfucker, it's called Learning From Our Mistakes.

We don't need to go in somewhere with our minds made up as to how to handle the situation, all "unbending, rock-hard pillar of Justice!" (Razed In Black - [Blush]). We need to be able to assess situations, adapt, change, and move forward. This is what intelligence affords us. If we're going to name things such as military sectors, and civilian bureaus after that greatest, most potent of universal traits (hyperbole, i think), and then A) Not listen to them when they strive to give us accurate information, and B) put them in positions where they feel the need to lie about what they've found, or spin it toward their own cause, then what the fuck're we doing, people? What is the Use?

We take things that we've cultivated over centuries, millenia of life on this planet (i think we can all agree that it is some number of millenia, at least for another few thousand years, eh?), and we piss all over them. We just whip it right out, or squat right down, and let it all flow, don't we? We don't exercise our freedom of action, no. We want someone to work for us, to help us through, to let us get along with our little lives, watching "The Simple Life 8: Nichole Throws Up," or fucking "Fashion Extravaganza! The Shallowening." (LUXT - [Knock You Down]). We do not act upon the world around us, to effect the changes that could make us truly happy, because we're tired, or we don't know how, or it's too hard.

See Bitch whine. Whine, Bitch, whine.

There is a simple solution, here: Teach yourself. Search for the resources, arrange your priorities, and work toward what you truly want in this life. If you don't like the picture you see, out there, every day, and purport to care about it, then you do something to fucking change it. You make your life better. You have the hard part, yes: you have to start in the middle. There was no one there, from the day you were born looking you in the eye, and telling you what choice meant, what responsibility, freedom, and work meant, for your place in the world. If you had, I wouldn't be yelling at you, right now. You may have had a parent unit or set, within or without a greater familial structure which presented you with the values of hard work, and learning, but they obviously didn't do it enough.

Teach yourself. (LUXT - [User]). Take advantage of the resources at your disposal. And whatever you fucking do, realise that the most effective means of change will always be from the DNA upwards. From inside out. Your change has to be a Virus.

And another thing: Stupid People keep Breeding! You know why? 'Cause they're stupid! They don't think about the consequences of overpopulation, and the lack of resources which we will face if proper precautions are not taken. They are going to outnumber us. There will soon be too many stupid people, out there, for those of us who recognise the inherent dangers to counteract our own hubris and stupidity. We need to keep that in mind.

It is a universal right to procreate. That's what the meat wants. It's what it's always wanted: to reproduce and survive, through offspring. But the meat contains a lot of electricity, and the Electricity wants to fucking ground. (Pitchshifter - [Please Sir]). It wants to integrate and dissipate. It wants to continue to exist. The point i'm making, here, is that we need to find a way to survive that allows us to generate the wants of the meat as well as the electricity.

"That's it. That's all. That's all there is," for this afternoon.

Time to go write another 1,500 words, before going to see "Walk the Line," tonight.

Later.

Ah Dirge. Ah, people i know.

People I know? They Scare People.

Hilarity. ^_^