Coasting Toward Oblivion...

Support the rEvolution...

Agent Red — Tue, 16 May 2006 01:40:57 GMT

I am disturbed by a recent observation - the increase of meth abuse and addiction in our community. Have you seen this? There is a difference between moderation and addiction, and a tiny one where meth is concerned. Social and Artistic movements have crumbled due to drug excess and addiction. We have a responsibility to prevent ourselves of being wounded by this. We are not responsible to police those around us, but we are responsible to be honest and loving to our friends - to look out for their well-being. I have been in that place myself, and one day looked in the mirror, realized that I had to change, and did. I wrote the following poem when I decided to stop using speed to get through life. It is a sarcastic look at my own love affair with Chrystal Meth. Please feel free to reply in any way... Yours for the rEvolution, Agent Red ================================================================================================== How to organize chaos Insanity creeps up through the nose Like a healthy vine Teasing the mind with ancient unknowns Tempting the soul as another who sees The vine is now an electric gaze No peripherals No memory Engulfing fair freckled skin Burning Warming Shocking The crystal blue sockets shine Unaware of their voltage When infecting the mouth bitter taste hits unexpectedly And gives Plato’s prisoner A twelve-year-old’s tongue But leaves the body a museum piece Bronzed despite the cave’s damp black Insanity leaves nothing untouched A perfectionist Fingers searching knots mismatched hands never mended It’s even a serpent circling the throat The throat that creates another(s) psychosis Symptoms: Trembling Loss of judgment and concentration The snake bites tan skin injecting scorpio venom constant, omnipotent you will beg like a dog roar like a lion cry like an infant fight like a soldier insanity enlightens where reason crumbles order in chaos the ultimate high purpose achieved by few those brilliant enough to understand it but crazy enough to accept it

The Ant and The Statue

Agent Red — Thu, 06 Apr 2006 17:53:06 GMT

I wrote the following poem awhile back after meeting someone who inspired me to see things from his perspective. And I inspired him to see from mine. I came across it and am keeping it in my mind to inspire me to be less of an ant and more of a statue, just to balance myself. At times I do not listen to the big picture. The Statue You sit, beveled light surrounding you A living work of stone The inner shifts ceaselessly Gears turning - tides ebbing From your post you see complete Left are trees – greeting glassy water They see themselves in the deep pool As do you Right are the creatures of complexity Countless motivations Do you count each? Or meld them together in yourself? I think the compassion in your lamb eyes points to the latter You graze alone to capture all the nourishment The whole sight belongs to you. Even me You say you envy me In the middle of paradise while you only gaze Pulling on that tuft of dark hair Under your gentle mouth that speaks to Even me I crouch like a fetus Cheek to cool ground Following a drab, methodical, infinite trail Absorbed in the tiny feature, I view little else And you see it all The changing, pulsing rhythm of reality Your quiet beauty stammers softly - you envy Even me Lying on the ground Unaware of the cycle Unaware of your wisdom

Mass Media, Propaganda, and Art

Agent Red — Tue, 14 Mar 2006 04:19:19 GMT

Are we too connected to Mass Media to rise up? Is Mass Media our Opium? And simultaneously, is Mass Media the mechanism that monitors and guides social progress? If so, it is necessary to break the addiction or reform the mechanism. Such is the purpose of Benevolent Propaganda in todays world. Reach the ignorant, lest the inspired and open be distracted by IRRESPONSIBLE INDULGENCE. But, true Art and inspiration can save anything, even if it is last minute and even if it is at the cost of life and time.... It can save the Identity of something, the Existence of something throughout all whens, wheres, and whats.... Even if it is a bit to late too save life as we know it.... Ready for the next mission... Always My super-simple mantra - Yes! And?

1984 and the Proles - Are we the Proles?

Agent Red — Sun, 12 Mar 2006 03:28:55 GMT

"If there is hope [Wrote Winston} it lies in the Proles. If there was hope, it must lie in the Proles, because only there, in those swarming disregarded masses, eighty-five percent of the population of Oceania, could the force to destroy the Party ever be generated. The Party could not be overthrown from within. Its enemies, if it had any enemies, had no way of coming together or even identifying one another. Even if the legendary Brotherhood existed, as just possibly it might, it was inconceivable that its members could ever assemble in numbers larger than twos and threes. Rebellion meant a look in the eyes, an inflection of the voice; at the most an occasional whispered word. But the Proles, if only they could somehow become conscious of their own strength, would have no need to conspire. They needed only to rise up and shake themselves like a horse shaking off flies. If they chose they could blow the Party to pieces tomorrow morning. Surely it must occur to them to do it. and yet - !... Until they become conscious, they will never rebel, and until they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.

Agent Red's Mission Begins... Procrastination terminated!

Agent Red — Wed, 15 Feb 2006 00:47:00 GMT

Ha ha! It has been too long collecting for Agent Red.... Too many gorgeous people, gray and purple ideas, and quiet whispers have come into my life.... Too long collecting inspiration... Why have I kept these thing hidden away? You see, for too long I have been dealing with some confidence issues. It took awhile for me to realize I am an adult, I am a girl, and in the words of Thom, "This is really happening." My ideas are tripping over one another in my head and are no longer civil with one another. I am committing myself now to reintegrating expression into my life. Where will it take me? Does it matter? Will I know when I get there? Will I ever get there? Hopefully not. Thank you to those who helped tip these scales. If you do not yet know who you are, you will... My mission begins with: GRATITUDE - the more I have, the more content I am! A true win/win situation HONESTY - To burn in the fires of love, one must be brutally honest. EXPRESSION - without self doubt SIMPLICITY - Avoiding distraction and preparing for our increasingly complicated (and trite) world To be continued: PART II: refining the mission