symbolic_fatigue zeke meaning spread thin over culture and commerce is causing denotative implosions everywhere. 040203 ... zeke symbols out of control 040203 ... bird some days, i could be portrayed by a complex series of ideograms other days, i'm just an idiot with a complex 040203 ... zeke i ching? 040203 ... nom the lines are changing 040204 ... zeke today i made a house smile and a carosel shake 040211 ... bird today i was a petroglyph in the midst of a lost city an unseen whisper 040211 ... z lately i seek the oppurtunity to provide symbolic fatigue 040405 ... egger much like metal fatigue supple to brittle to break and new freedom is found 040405 ... zeke symbols out of control 040405 ... z today i made grass grow 040507 ... z all day 040507 ... z and people walk in symbols and pull them on feet and wrap them selves in them and reject others when they are wrong and we all see and we all know and stops 040701 ... (z) and we wrap ourper for paper. and we sculpt tradition out of frozen decisions. and we consider others part of the landscape. and we act as players in the set piece of truth. and we wish for a sign that one thing can still be unexpected. we comfort ourselves with the future. 040901 ... (duh) and we wrap ourselves in words. we exchange paper for paper. and we sculpt tradition out of frozen decisions. and we consider others part of the landscape. and we act as players in the set piece of truth. and we wish for a sign that one thing can still be unexpected. we comfort ourselves with the future. 040901 ... daxle when i read "symbolic fatigue" i thought it said something else and it was funny so i was gonna type it but then i couldn't remember what it was anymore how's that for a symbol of fatigue? 040902 ... (z) (yes. that is a very familiar form of the malady. it happens to me when i am talking sometimes. i often have to resort to humor to extricate myself from the awkwardness it creates. i sometimes say, "when i am talking, one of us should pay attention." oddly, i am usually left with the suspicion that something significant has eluded me, and is wasted, emptied into the ether and unrecoverable. the miasma of symbolic fatigue.) 040902 ... pete no, my fatigue is quite real 040902 ... (z) (as is mine; it is the fatigue provided by symbolism) 040902 ... unhinged i don't see anything symbolic about this. i am emotionally and phsyically fucking tired and it's only the second day of school. the appeal of hermitage grows everyday. 040903 ... () (in maelstrom vortex swift of symbols we decline lasting beyond use the rider uttered and scribed in desperation thin and angular was the surface of intention covered as it was with the detritus of years and months decending in spiral memory toward dilution in the ether of the past and stops.) 041105 ... Syrope we keep being told "these calculations will make so much more sense if you leave everything symbolic" and it's started to affect the way i think so yea, if i think of people as just variables, instances of a class, placeholders, pointers... it does make things make more sense but i'd much rather not 041106 ... () (abstraction without transient effect instant clarity through translation reductive screening of the unnecessary restated semantic reality) 041107 ... () (symbols wear from use. they loose potency. they take on bits of the unintended and become dilute. they fade, becoming transparent, growing thin and frail. then they become nostalgia, and disappear.) 041111 ... f If it be your will that I speak no more and my voice be still as it was before I will speak no more 041112 ... () (shrink from them, they pursue phenomenally, as drastic truths of a lie, and lower your sight toward their underpinnings, for they are tethered to rings of commerce tightly. the merchants do cling and the winds of discord are spent on vast stretches of empty space, fury lost in distance, futile. and stops) 041119 ... z rope of steam is pulling as whole wind bourne chaos is run from silent basement headquarters where lasting hypotheses are kept in drawers close to the source of all propaganda which falls on deaf ears in the lonely and wet streets of night city shining above only to shadow the bottom way of truths lost in the rush of commerce and rain soaked faces on tabloid stock bleeding black ink paragraphs and stops 050502 ... Lemon_Soda Everything is a symbol. Its the massive ambiguity that gets me. 050502 ... z symbols out of control 050502 ... god midnight on the water i saw the ocean's daughter 050502 ... Syrope starting not to care about things i still should... 050503 ... z i once saw a commercial between two dreams 051123 ... z wind the meaning tightly. 060213 what's it to you? who go blather from