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Original dateAugust 4th 2009, 17:53
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Staub (Popcorn & The Mohawks - Shimmy Gully)

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Staub

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Klebend an 'nem Staubkorn - schwimmend in Staub - werden
Seel'n geboren - in ein Labyrinth aus Staub gebaut -
lechz'nd nach Macht zerfetzen wir uns gegenseitig - kaum
ist was besetzt - macht's irgendjemand streitig - wir
kaufen laufend neuen Staub - überall ist Staub verstaut
- zerstäuben Staub betäuben - was Staub durchschaut - paten-
tier'n und verzier'n - schmieren und verschrauben wir mar-
schieren ungeniert - längst dressiert und verkauft lachen

rauh - labern laut - tausend Worte für Staub - rasend
auf Asphalt - brüll'n wir laut "wer hat den Staub geklaut?" - wir
bauen Sündenböcke auf - klettern rauf - springen ab -
falten und bemalen Staub - schmirgeln alles glatt - sind
niemals wirklich satt bloß alles haben und begraben -'s
letzte Hemd - taschenlos am Tag an dem wir starben -
grau sind alle Farben - grau ist Dein Gesicht - wenn Dein
Schatz inn'n und außen nur ein Staubhaufen ist -

morgens läuft die Glotze (Baby-, Kinder-, Menschensitter) -
strotzt vor Geprotze wir schau'n eh nicht hinter Glitter-Gitter
neueste News - über'n bescheuert'sten Stuß - breites
Grinsen blendend weiße Zähne und 'n teu'rer Kuss - man sagt
lautstark Du mußt - sonst bleibst Du zurück - winkt 'ne
Auswahl in den Bus der Fahrer ist total verrückt - wenn er
auf die Tube drückt - bleibt kein Auge trocken - der
Treibstoff sind die - die dann auf der Straße hocken

nachts - läuft die Glotze munter weiter (niemals läuft sie nicht)
strahlt ihre bunte Kotze heiter in die Unterschicht
glaub' ihr kein Wort - ganz egal was sie verspricht - sie re-
giert an Orten - an den'n der Durst - nie erlischt - mit ge-
knebeltem Gewissen und verbundenen Augen - liegt man
auf 'nem Ruhekissen halb versunken in 'nen Traum - zieh' den
Kopf aus dem Staub - schüttel' Deine Ohren aus - ent-
gifte Dein Gehirn weil Du es sicher noch brauchst -

Frieden Freiheit Wahrheit - wer weiß was das ist - klein-
liche Siege nicht schnell ist das Leben verschwitzt - genauso-
wenig nützen Mittelfinger oder Zwill'n - wie das
Licht in Pill'n - oder das Buch zum Film - all die
rosaroten Brill'n - zum Arbeiten und Chill'n -
rostfreie Rill'n in denen wir uns selber kill'n sag' mal
was is unser Ziel nur einfach alles und zu viel? - wann
macht uns das zufrieden? das klappt nichmal in der Theorie

viele Fahnen kreisen Wind der aus Turbinen weht - heiße
Luft verkauft sich gut an jene die den Preis nich' seh'n - für
was und für wen - die Zahlen höherdreh'n? - diese
Frage ist grundlegend wir sind weiter wenn wir das versteh'n -
Macht will mehr Macht es sind Smilies angesagt - da-
durch hat Konsumkraft Hi-Tech - in Schwung gebracht - man ent-
facht auch mal Feuer - verkauft teu'res Löschwasser - eine
Hand wäscht die and're aus dem Hahn strömen_die Massen - wir

bauen uns Soldaten die uns brauch'n um zu atmen -
blasen uns're Sprache auf - bis sie nix mehr sagt entfremden
uns immer weiter - bis wir dann erleichtert sind wenn
wir das Handtuch schmeißen - oder jemand es uns abnimmt -
Macht will mehr Macht es sind Smilies angesagt - da-
durch hat Konsumkraft Hi-Tech - in Schwung gebracht - man
schwatzt und lacht - während die ganze Welt zusammenkracht die
Dunkelheit ist tot es lebe - künstliche Nacht -

- auf einem Staubkorn - in 'nem Meer aus Staub -
leben lauter Seelen in 'nem Labyrinth aus Staub gebaut
- so geil auf Macht zerfressen wir uns gegenseitig - kaum
wird - was besessen - macht's irgendjemand streitig - wir
kaufen und wir sparen Staub - überall ist Staub verstaut
Kameras bewachen Staub damit ihn keiner klaut wir quäl'n
- mit Staub die Massen registrieren Staub in Kassen -
spalten zähl'n binden Staub probieren Staub zu fassen
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  6 m ago in Blog

sentences that make you long for brain bleach

I don't want to pollute "Favourite Quotes" with this, but this I need to save somewhere... from here:

Life is a bitter mystery. We can’t give everything away for free. It’s not that kind of country.

.. mind you, this is not translated by a bot into Chinese and back into English from movie subtitles, this comes from someone who can tie their shoes and drive a car and other such fancy things, "a publishing expert at Fordham University who is working on a book about scholarly publishing" even. Oh my. And no, the context doesn't help, to the contrary.

Life sucks harder than it has to thanks to morons like him, this much is true. But there is no mystery about being a dumb fucking asshole.
  6 m ago in Zitate
Mein Augenmerk liegt vor allem auf dem Terrorismus und der Gewalt, die von meinem eigenen Staat ausgeführt werden, aus zwei Gründen. Erstens, weil es den Hauptteil internationaler Gewalt ausmacht. Aber auch aus einem viel wichtigeren Grund; nämlich, dass ich etwas dagegen tun can. Selbst wenn die Vereinigten Staaten für nur zwei Prozent der Gewalt in der Welt verantwortlich wären, wären das die zwei Prozent für die ich vor allem verantwortlich wäre. Und dies ist eine simple ethische Beurteilung. Das heißt, der ethische Wert unserer Handlungen hängt von ihren erwarteten und vorhersehbaren Konsequenzen ab. Es ist sehr einfach, die Abscheulichkeiten anderer zu verdammen. Das hat ungefähr so viel ethischen Wert wie Gräueltaten, die im Achtzehnten Jahrhundert stattfanden, zu verurteilen.
  6 m ago in Quotes
Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through.
  7 m ago in Quotes
My own concern is primarily the terror and violence carried out by my own state, for two reasons. For one thing, because it happens to be the larger component of international violence. But also for a much more important reason than that; namely, I can do something about it. So even if the U.S. was responsible for 2 percent of the violence in the world instead of the majority of it, it would be that 2 percent I would be primarily responsible for. And that is a simple ethical judgment. That is, the ethical value of one's actions depends on their anticipated and predictable consequences. It is very easy to denounce the atrocities of someone else. That has about as much ethical value as denouncing atrocities that took place in the 18th century.
  1 y ago in Quotes
Since Hobbes was a philosopher, he could already detect in the rise of the bourgeoisie all those antitraditionalist qualities of the new class which would take more than three hundred years to develop fully. His Leviathan was not concerned with idle speculation about new political principles or the old search for reason as it governs the community of men; it was strictly a "reckoning of the consequences" that follow from the rise of a new class in society whose existence is essentially tied up with property as a dynamic, new property-producing device. The so-called accumulation of capital which gave birth to the bourgeoisie changed the very conception of property and wealth: they were no longer considered to be the results of accumulation and acquisition but their beginnings; wealth became a never-ending process of getting wealthier. The classification of the bourgeoisie as an owning class is only superficially correct, for a characteristic of this class has been that everybody could belong to it who conceived of life as a process of perpetually becoming wealthier, and considered money as something sacrosanct which under no circumstances should be a mere commodity for consumption.

Property by itself, however, is subject to use and consumption and therefore diminishes constantly. The most radical and the only secure form of possession is destruction, for only what we have destroyed is safely and forever ours. Property owners who do not consume but strive to enlarge their holdings continually find one very inconvenient limitation, the unfortunate fact that men must die. Death is the real reason why property and acquisition can never become a true political principle. A social system based essentially on property cannot possibly proceed toward anything but the final destruction of all property. The finiteness of personal life is as serious a challenge to property as the foundation of society, as the limits of the globe are a challenge to expansion as the foundation of the body politic. By transcending the limits of human life in planning for an automatic continuous growth of wealth beyond all personal needs and possibilities of consumption, individual property is made a public affair and taken out of the sphere of mere private life. Private interests which by their very nature are temporary, limited by man's natural span of life, can now escape into the sphere of public affairs and borrow from them that infinite length of time which is needed for continuous accumulation. This seems to create a society very similar to that of the ants and bees where "the Common good differeth not from the Private; and being by nature enclined to their private, they procure thereby the common benefit."

Since, however, men are neither ants nor bees, the whole thing is a delusion. Public life takes on the deceptive aspect of a total of private interests as though these interests could create a new quality through sheer addition. All the so-called liberal concepts of politics (that is, all the pre-imperialist political notions of the bourgeoisie)-such as unlimited competition regulated by a secret balance which comes mysteriously from the sum total of competing activities, the pursuit of "enlightened self-interest" as an adequate political virtue, unlimited progress inherent in the mere succession of events -have this in common: they simply add up private lives and personal behavior patterns and present the sum as laws of history, or economics, or politics. Liberal concepts, however, while they express the bourgeoisie's instinctive distrust of and its innate hostility to public affairs, are only a temporary compromise between the old standards of Western culture and the new class's faith in property as a dynamic, self-moving principle. The old standards give way to the extent that automatically growing wealth actually replaces political action.

Hobbes was the true, though never fully recognized, philosopher of the bourgeoisie because he realized that acquisition of wealth conceived as a never-ending process can be guaranteed only by the seizure of political power, for the accumulating process must sooner or later force open all existing territorial limits. He foresaw that a society which had entered the path of never-ending acquisition had to engineer a dynamic political organization capable of a corresponding never-ending process of power generation. He even, through sheer force of imagination, was able to outline the main psychological traits of the new type of man who would fit into such a society and its tyrannical body politic. He foresaw the necessary idolatry of power itself by this new human type, that he would be flattered at being called a power-thirsty animal, although actually society would force him to surrender all his natural forces, his virtues and his vices, and would make him the poor meek little fellow who has not even the right to rise against tyranny, and who, far from striving for power, submits to any existing government and does not stir even when his best friend falls an innocent victim to an incomprehensible raison d'etat.

For a Commonwealth based on the accumulated and monopolized power of all its individual members necessarily leaves each person powerless, deprived of his natural and human capacities. It leaves him degraded into a cog in the power-accurnulating machine, free to console himself with sublime thoughts about the ultimate destiny of this machine, which itself is constructed in such a way that it can devour the globe simply by following its own inherent law.

The ultimate destructive purpose of this Commonwealth is at least indicated in the philosophical interpretation of human equality as an "equality of ability" to kill. Living with all other nations "in the condition of a perpetuall war, and upon the confines of battle, with their frontiers armed. and canons planted against their neighbours round about," it has no other law of conduct but the "most conducing to [its] benefit" and will gradually devour weaker structures until it comes to a last war "which provideth for every man, by Victory, or Death.

By "Victory or Death," the Leviathan can indeed overcome all political limitations that go with the existence of other peoples and can envelop the whole earth in its tyranny. But when the last war has come and every man has been provided for, no ultimate peace is established on earth: the power-accumulating machine, without which continual expansion would not have been achieved, needs more material to devour in its never-ending process. If the last victorious Commonwealth cannot proceed to "annex the planets," it can only proceed to destroy itself in order to begin anew the never-ending rocess of power generation.
"The Origins of Totalitarianism"
  1 y ago in Quotes
Behind the blind bestiality of the SA, there often lay a deep hatred and resentment against all those who were socially, intellectually, or physically better off than themselves, and who now, as if in fulfillment of their wildest dreams, were in their power. This resentment, which never died out entirely in the camps, strikes us as a last remnant of humanly understandable feeling. The real horror began, however, when the SS took over the administration of the camps. The old spontaneous bestiality gave way to an absolutely cold and systematic destruction of human bodies, calculated to destroy human dignity; death was avoided or postponed indefinitely. The camps were no longer amusement parks for beasts in human form, that is, for men who really belonged in mental institutions and prisons; the reverse became true: they were turned into "drill grounds," on which perfectly normal men were trained to be full-fledged members of the SS.
"The Origins of Totalitarianism"