white noise

i'm back to terrorize the suburbs,
to put all your childish hopes and dreams in seizure
maybe one day, you will jolt awake from your sleep and join my crusade.

i want them to lay silent and motionless in the snow,
i want to defeat their pride and relentlessness,
i want them to rest with me, in the blizzard,
in this moment we all collide,
unwritten, inconsolable,
so all our pitiful truths and lies can disappear simultaneously into the fog,
and never return again till the spring comes.


the city breeds a new form of loneliness, numbness, carelessness,
and carelessly i will fall,
carelessly you will fall.

i'm not here seeking reconciliation,
and refuges are useless without the most vital component of soul,

listen to the echo of the white noise,
they know i'm here for recognition,
for revenge.

because when we're together, we break the sound,
we bend the sun,

and the earth is infinite.

divide + compose

they destroy and they conquer
divide and compose
until the very last fiber of your existence
mutates into
a copy of the copy.


there's no end to this comfort zone
between us
a thousand miles until the zenith
and until the milky way is faded
and gone,
meanwhile, i will still remain.
meanwhile, i will still say goodnight.

being desensitized has never felt so good.
i am not your human.
i am a machine.
i rotate, i mirror,
offset, trim, divide and compose.
these words i will sing to you
in my synthetic suicide.

because
i am deaf to their eyes.

and i will be blind to your touch.

you are_

you are as powerless as you think you are.

our song

and i am nothing of a builder
but here i dreamt i was an architect
and i built this balustrade
to keep you home, to keep you safe
from the outside world.

but the angles and the corners,
even though my work is unparalleled,
they never seemed to meet
this structure fell about our feet

and we were free to go.

-- the decemberists

public indecency

Dear men, women and children of the general population,

Your public is subject to my indecency.

In fact, it is within my most foremost intention to reset your programmed everyday mentality and create discomfort and uneasiness in your own skin.

I want you to answer your children's questions, then question your own answers and the root of their distorted formation.

I want you to feel disgusted, shocked, embarassed, aroused, infuriated, disturbed, or whatever genre of emotion that boils inside your skull that one precise moment in which I interrupt your sheltered tranquility by brutally breaking your carefully set laws formed by the masses of victors upon the history of societal morality.

And through such silent and violent reactions, your tragic psychology have provided me entertainment which can't be obtained elsewhere.

I need to know who is still alive out there.

terrorist

i take pleasure in your fear and obedience to the causes applicable and benefitable to me only.


i love this power struggle, but i love it more when you give up the will to counterattack.

for the thrill of the kill

common sense is for the weak and spineless.


why don't you drive like you will never die?

for the motherland

Urban stars will shine. In all their artificial opulence, they beckon, as you are enamored by the sight.

The sight of a glorious fabric of modernization.

A fabric of overzealous fashionistas, breathtaking heights, blinding nightlights, and glamorous billboards to preach the sexiest of all post-modern religions: consumerism.

And they consume, construct, contrive.

And they breed your greed in a crowded river of international currency, for you to brand yourself with everlasting youth in a syringe.


We who reside beyond the ancient walls of the Forbidden City experience modernization at the speed of the subway train. The simultaneous birth and death of buildings have rendered us a society which thrives on its obsession to abstract, transform, destroy and multiply.

Accompanied by paranoia and despair rooted in the endless pursuit for wealth and lost time.

Have the capitalist machines and the communist decadents found the means to coexist? Have we chosen the paradoxical path of globalization in the name of national pride?

We must put an end to such dehumanizing transience and superficial abstractions.

We must stop celebrating the death of conventions.

It is our duty to redefine the meaning modernity in the context of our own history and evolution.

We shall no longer boundlessly, shamelessly, embrace this contamination of Western pop culture as the Eastern ideal.

(inserted 12-page manifesto)


This landscape of paranoia is fabricated by the hyperactive fusion of technology, pop culture, capitalism as well as the remnants of a communist State structure.

It is through architecture, the science, knowledge and understanding of a society can be distilled into a concentrated, concrete form. And buildings and spaces are capable of arousing natural social relationships, and invoking healthy psychological awareness.

We carry the task of terminating this progressive impoverishment of an ancient architectural style.

We must employ historical certainties of realism in favor of this ambiguous abstraction, used as brutal instruments of dehumanization.

In a complex system of beauty and decay, physical and psychological, material and spiritual, we need to find that one moment of clarity that defines the meaning of our existence.

dziga vertov

i am kino-eye. i am a builder. i have placed you, whom i've created today, in an extraordinary room which did not exist until just now when i also created it. in this room there are twelve walls shot by me in various parts of the world. in bringing together shots of walls and details, i've managed to arrange them in an order that is pleasing and to construct with intervals, correctly, a film-phrase which is the room.

beware of the Shiny Yellow Speedo

the SYS decided that it was best to
remain silent
after witnessing the genocide

the SYS is holding my good friend hostage
while commiting atrocious crimes
across the continent

the SYS wants to escape from Hellville
but is all tangled up
in self-attached strings

the SYS would like to recreate
and impose
the Collective Nightmare on us all

the SYS plans to throw out the trash today
and suggests that you notify the authorities
before the evidence is gone

the SYS seeks to destroy the church of Logic
and insert in its place
the cult of the Counter-Productive

the SYS took part in fabricating
the Topographies of Captalistic Despair
in order to wake all our Dormant Fears

this place

this place is full of captalistic machines,
desperate intellectuals,
and pretentious social climbers.



when we stop buying this trash

maybe we'll find our souls.

manifesto of the Glitz Messiahs

don't cry for us,
oh beautiful one.
today we die for you
tomorrow we will return to die again.
we can transform, destroy and multiply,
we can be anything
to satisfy your every single need.

when you lose your way here,
we will be your saviors,
to guide your way across the pages.
when all hope becomes despair,
we will be your answers,
to redefine any concept you despise.

don't abandon your will,
believe in us,
one day you can be
gorgeous, magnificent, like us.
you have to transform, destroy and multiply,
you have to be us,
then they can never kill you.

when you lose your way here,
we will be your saviors,
to guide your way across time.
when all hope becomes despair,
we will be your answers,
to reinterperate the facts you despise.
because we only speak the truth,
and we must never be apart.

dis_connect

your game is nearing the end
darling, disconnect
yourself from this commercialism-
consumerism resumes sumptuousness.
endlessly guiltlessly,
you've been moving
just a little faster than fashion.

disconnect, disconnect
yourself from the glossy papers
will you never stop
till they recognize your epic return
as the Messiah of Glitz and glam
of this gutter glitter.

and where did your love go?
juxtaposed upon this porcelain face
and where did you soul go?
mercilessly pounded for their brilliant cash
used to buy their brilliant trash


disconnect
when will you disconnect?

will you die, pretty baby

when you disconnect?

descent

we should stop pretending that nothing's broken.


after all this time,
you still plague my mind like a disease
contaminating everything in the world as i perceive it,

you have no business being there.


you make me want to destroy everything precious to me
just to stay forever in one particular moment
that exists only in my head.

how i love your rantings...

dear children, you are not heroes, you are not rebels of the left wing , you are definitely not saviors of the unfortunate and the abused, and you haven't said a thing that hasn't been said before. dear blind young believers, you will follow the teaching of the old deceivers like flocks of mobs carrying empty slogans seeking to savagely right the wrongs of those far away for reasons you can never comprehend. but darling, you've got problems of your own and the doctor says those problems are fatal, but tragically you can't even see them. you fall for the mass media like a devout Christian. your reactions are programmed. so go on and masturbate in your cash, my love the system embraces you with open arms, with freedom...the kind that those ones far away cannot even begin to imagine. right?

of course you're right.

this is the age of the cynics

this is the age of the cynics.

we, the hopeless romantics, are a dying breed.



and it breaks my heart
that we have to live this way.


why can't we stop condemning the ones who believe?

just when can we start believing again?

never_ending

someday i will wake up

and realize i gave made up

everything

running out of time

so, before we're completely doomed in the bondage of tailored suits and the little prisons of cubicles and the neverending race of social climbing,

before we become so elegantly posed for death,




let's go insane for one last time.

for you(know who you are)

他_迷住了我的双眼　

他_改变了我的时间

he has no business being there

he has no business being here

他_挡住了所有光线　

他_需要我跪在面前

stop

we need to stop thinking that we are unique individuals who are physically and intellectually different from the rest of the world.

we need to stop assuming that the universe revolves around us.

we need to stop falling in love with everyone that stumbles across our paths.

we need to stop overanalyzing every scene we encounter, every affair we have, every theory we invent.

we need to stop making idol threats to the ones around us.

we need to stop celebrating the death of conventions.

we need to stop believing that we will grow up to be heroes and save humanity in the face of carnage and chaos.

we need to stop writing songs about honor, love, pain, revenge, and everything else that we pretend to understand.

we need to stop having faith in hopeless people and meaningless concepts.
















you see...

there really is no conspiracy,
and there is no need for our revolutions,
crusades,
and complications,

because the world is really all in love.

naperthrill! [1]

today we came back to suburbia and did the usual: went off to carribou coffee on 59th [2], then sat amongst the high schoolers with letterman jackets and emo haircuts.

soon we realized how small and happy those annoying little pricks looked, and how old and bitter we have become. too old to learn a language, too old to become a star athlete, too old to excel in an instrument thus too old to pursue the juvenile aspiration of: "i wanna be in a band!", and etc. [3]


yup, annoying little prick-like offsprings of upscale suburbanites waist-deep in cash are indeed soaked in their blissful ignorance with no concept of future, all they had to worry about was who to take to the prom. those were the days...




[1]
Naperville is a city in DuPage and Will counties in Illinois in the United States, voted the second best place to live in the United States by Money Magazine in 2006.The United States Census Bureau estimated the population in 2006 at 147,779. Naperville is the fifth largest city in the state, behind Chicago, neighboring Aurora, Rockford, and Joliet. Approximately 100,000 Napervillians live in DuPage County, while about 50,000 reside in Will County.

Once a quaint farming town, Naperville has evolved into a wealthy city due in part to a massive migration of professionals in the 1990's seeking jobs and globally renowned public schools. This can be seen in part by the enormous growth of high-tech companies such as Tellabs, Lucent Technologies and the BP North American Chemical Headquarters, all located in Naperville. With 150,000 Napervillians averaging $150,000 family incomes, the construction of thousands of multimillion dollar houses across the city has resulted, making Naperville the wealthiest city (with a population of 90,000 and over) in the entire country. U.S. News and World Report recently ranked both Naperville School District 203 high schools among the top 3 percent of high schools in the country. Also, District 204's Neuqua Valley High School and Waubonsie Valley High School won the Grammy Gold Signature School award in 2005 and 2007 respectively, ranking them top in the nation for a music program in a high school.


[2]
nothing else to do after the tragic nightly closing of carribou, wendy's and dunkin donuts? there's always the ever so fabulous 24-hour jewel osco!* you can never get bored of being pushed around in a cart and spending hours starring at the different varieties of gummy vitamins at the drug section!

*i am full of constructive criticism ♥♥♥


[3]
but you know it really is just the nature of the game:)

safety tips

holy mother, is anger a powerful emotion.

when melancholy or the lack of motivation strikes, anger will get you to places! so quit sitting around moping and pondering aimlessly. collect all of your irritation, heartbreak, indecisiveness, laziness, etc., and translate it into anger, then project it onto the world.


so go ahead, break a bottle or two! throw some bricks! smack some bitches! burn down this town! it'll be good for your health.

you will be uncomfortably energetic and you won't stop be able to stop till the victim of choice is thoroughly victimized!



god it feels fantastic to be a villain.

(lie)dumpster

i can see everything that you can't see...

even the fabrications so exquisitely composed in your head,

that you will feed me with your signature
down-to-earth eloquence.


but i believe they are incapable of leading me astray,

nothing (really) is but my own self-fashioned hope,
(...in which you took a lead role in engineering).


you (should) know that i will (only) accept all or nothing.

i'm (not) afraid of happy endings,
i'm just afraid my life won't work that way.
and i am afraid of forgiveness,
and you will (not) be absolved.


please don't string me along (on your Columbus-esque journey),

because my most treasured beliefs will (yes, they will) walk out the door with you.


do it (if you do) and i will be the cause of your demise.

in conclusion...

everything ends at some point.

all beliefs walk out the door, sometimes faster than you can find replacements.

the world is dynamic. everyday you are one step nearer death, especially after your freshman year of college, time will fly and leave you helpless. and after your death, time will render all your achievements and glories to dust. then you cease to exist.

i hate growing up. i hate the future. i hate reality. i hate having to become the very thing i hate: a product of society, another mindless slave to the system. but what can you do about it? if im forced into the food chain, i know i'd rather be on the top. i'm selling out.

funny how eager you were to grow up. you dont even realize what you had until it's gone. when you lose your innocence, you lose the power to believe.

so hold on to those memories, my love, and guard them with your life.

because those days are never coming back.


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