work is the opiate of the masses
Mood:  caffeinated
Topic: Cid at Work
So here i am sitting in my small cluttered cubical and i am approached by one of my human resources representatives. She hands me a small plastic Kazoo and a sheet of paper stating that today is Kazoo day.

Why do corporate offices have to make my day worse by trivializing life and summing up days with stupid hapless and hopeless holidays that bring no enjoyment to my job or work environment?

I guess, like the rat in the cage i need a new toy to keep me contempt and to keep me docile and not try to break free. I now have a new found respect for any rat in a cage who took a chunk out of any kids finger in retaliation to this system of control...

National Kazoo day my ass. This damn thing doesn't even work. figures...

Fear and Freedom topics
Topic: Documentary project
Fear--
What is it that makes us so apprehensive? Does our affluence ultimately make us nervous?

The basic premise is panic, backed in a corner, what is the world's noble prey to do but lash our with "reluctant" ferocity against potentialities and possibility?

Indeed it is a fact that most of us fear the very things least likely to bequeath our demise. More often it is the most familiar that sneaks in like a stealth to slice at the most comfortable moment.

Freedom--
What is freedom? What does it feel like (or look like, smell like, etc.)?

We know, thanks to the pundits that freedom isn't "free" but in fact requires sacrifice, never mind who is collecting the sacrificial offerings.

Can you then buy freedom, or is that in fact what it has turned out to be-- the freedom to buy?

Each of us in fact experience subjectively external and internal restraints in freedom's pursuits, and it uniquely manifests in each individuals interpretation of the word and the world, which suggests that freedom is not and will not be uniformly defined and experienced across the population.

So, if freedom isn't free, and if its manifestation is not uniform in the slightest degree, then it's a natural extension to say that the ability to be free is not equal across society.

If in fact freedom has to be fought for (if one can obtain it through fighting at all) and yet remains a uniquely individual experience, then the "war I must fight is within myself," and must be a battle for my own ends.

Dialectic, response and the system within the mind
Topic: Geopolitical Musings

It's becoming ever-more clear that the political horizons in this country are emerging as two sides of the same coin interlocked in a vicious struggle intricately orchestrated by the "others" down to the most minute detail. Yet it should remain the battle call of all those interested in projecting a new paradigm that in "a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners."

Selling Operation "Unending War" has its drawbacks for the elites. Age-old adversions left over from unresolved conflicts still persist in the mind of the masses and can be restirred and kindled. Granted though, most of the war's true financiers don't have to be worked very hard to be sold because the financiers, the population at large, never realized the extent to which they were buying.

It so turns out in the modern uninvolved political environment of armchair punditry that all are liars improvised to slip tongues and slide to new loose agreements based on fuzzy abbreviated tidbits heard in passing by busy bodies, all who wonder and wander through the upside-down streets of rusty ambitions.

Yet never forget that a lot can be learned in the vulnerable moments of silence, though a lot may also be lost. The call to you is to be a mover and a shaker, the main player championing the cause.

All the while a closed Mind is being descended upon the nation, and time is being taken from us. Ownership of another's time is the name of the game, and "their" object is to get as many people indebted as possible so as to be the benefactor of the public's involvements, in order to "graciously" dictate the ways in which the day can be spent.

Underpaid and under-appreciated, we spend our lives comparing degrees of slavery, extents which approach utter deprivation economically and emotionally. Our ambitions are robbed incrementally until we can barely remember a moment in which we ever aspired toward anything new.

Break the Chains.

Fueling the fire
Mood:  on fire
Topic: Cid at Work
Cid here,

Nothing like coming to work and sitting in my
cubical all day. My brain works fast as I feed it
coffee blackened to the point of death and only
matched by that of which truck drivers drink.
My head set, or "leash" as I like to call it, allows me minimal movement and keeps me close to my box so
I may do my assigned task. The leash is constrictive
and restrictive yet, is still very fashionable in
this new corporate order.

Hence, today the Master is to be sworn in on his second term of office but I'll rant on that elsewhere...

Cid sits at the office, and smells the cameras
Mood:  rushed
Topic: Cid at Work

So here I sit at the office trying not
to let them know of my existence.
I scurry past my co-workers like an insect
hoping they will never catch on.
However, I am monitored constantly behind
closed doors and away from common eyes.
even as I write this they are wondering
how they are to deal with this situation at hand.

Do I ever give myself away? As much as I think
I don't, I still smell the cameras everytime they
move to my position. I appear productive, but now
must find new camouflage of corporate quality.

Propaganda as a model for conveyance
Topic: Documentary project

It wasn't long ago, as it may still be to this very day, that propaganda was considered to be a wholly undesirable method for conveying information through an artistic means. In the 1930s the term "propaganda" served the death knell to an aspiring artist's attempt at conveying a contagious thought; a matter conveyed through charged artistic expression that dove into the realm of issue advocacy was subject to public disavowel in line with the vogue at the time. The Soviets and fascists used propaganda, while convention held that the U.S. existed as a bastion of democracy and therefore would not lie as a principle of the "people's" government. Resultantly, anything that wreaked of an agenda was undsirable, yet the historical archaeology proves that propaganda ultimately had its way, and the snake has shown that it has become ever more subtle and effective at conveying its message unawares.

We just learned to live with the message, and the message came to us in a multitude of ways. Not only was it in the pleas for increased investment in liberty bonds and victory gardens but it was in the ways we spoke to one another on a street level and whispered with our eyes the fears we harbored. All the while the machine grew evermore powerful and apparent, but isolation and a sick sense of contentment filled our days and our desires, and we forgot that the world, "their" world, was the message, and we bought it for all it entailed, fact or fiction.

No longer can we afford to tell ourselves that propaganda is not a desirable method for conveying a particular agenda for action, especially we're already outgunned and now, finally, the message of resistence consists of our own play and creation. The new colonialism for the 21st century is being staged in the playground of the mind, your mind, and there's a fucking war on. So gather those you love and begin the thought process for a new type of story, one that we can tell to one another for comfort, and to the rest as a final prophetic warning, "Nothing can save us now, but ourselves."

Emotion and intellect are all we can harbor to accomplish our task bofore the last of our resources are no longer our luxury, so must the arrow must fly straght, fully pronounce its intentions and arrive at its target full of potential and decision.

Let's arm our youth young and send them to the grinder.

Let's open army recruiting centers
in elementary schools.

At first you may think
how sweet and patriotic,
but then you realize she
is just the next number in
a war for the future...
children with heavy fire power
I really hope whoever see's
this is pretty disgusted and a
little afraid.

Did anyone see children of the corn?

Those kids had pitchforks and shit,
could you only imagine what it would
have been with automatic weapons...

I can...Cid
Cid weeps for the youth of America.

logo terrorism
Mood:  energetic





I suddenly feel inspired
to add
more golden arches
to the nearest
MacDonalds...
a flood of ideas...
yes, yes

hello spray can my
old friend...

leave us a message,
inspire the willing.

Is the Bushit done for now with the Cowboy talk?
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: noise
Topic: Geopolitical Musings
yet another morning here at the office/

So it looks like Bush isn't
going to use his tough cowboy talk
anymore. According to the Weekend Australian,
one of the few remaining papers not yet
swallowed up by Rupert Murdoch's appetite,
ol' Bushy commented that though he wanted
the bad men "dead or alive" he now guesses
"it's not the most diplomatic of language,"
and decided that, whoops, it might have sent the "wrong impression."
Now that Bush is done with sending bad impressions
he'll find himself a changed man, although surely
not a tough as the time he (supposedly) swore off the bottle.

That's too bad, I was beginning to like his
wantonly brazen fuck-em-all mentality.
Now that's the type of personality I want
this nation to convey to the rest of the world!

That's the one thing we will always have
on the Bush regime.

"You blindly follow a man who
sounds like the saloon drunk
in an old western film."

News reports say that his wife even "chews
him out" for speaking the way he does.
~Whoa, who would think Laura would have
a little Hillary in her after all.

And the link the world has been waiting for (sorry world, he almost apologized):

http://www.theaustralian.news.com.au/common/story_page/0,5744,11944146%5E2703,00.html">The Article

The Driftwood Project Lives
Mood:  amorous
Topic: Cid at Work
OK for some reason

IF YOU LOOK UP THE DRIFTWOOD PROJECT
IT IS NOT COMING UP ON
PUREVOLUME.COM

BUT IF YOU LOOK UNDER BANDS IN

WYOMING WE WILL BE THERE

DON'T ASK WHY...