i'm sitting at this preposterous airport, if it can be called such.
actually it's the malaysian equivalent of biosphere 3
...or 2. however many of those things they built.
do you know that the "scientists" drank their own piss?
it was recycled and refined, of course. but still...piss.
refined, drinkable piss.
that was one of the smaller consequences of trying to establish a habitable, post oil boom, virtual earth.
but this fucking edifice...impressive.
and a "world's #1 airport" plastered everywhere.
"world's #1 green airport"...great stuff
i am in a hermetically sealed quasi-environment with perfect people, perfect sound and the hint of trickling water from artificial waterfalls tinkling my erogenous zones.
...like the mountain stream's dulcet tones that old moonshiners and hillbillies warble on about in their shitty, inbred, bluegrass songs.
how can i be here?
this IS disney's wet dream...
take the earth, demolish all possibility of inhabiting it, then create a perfect, idealized version of it for rich white folks to live in.
heady stuff...think scottsdale. and think very, very hard.
honestly, it's true.
but...
i believe there is a way out of this morass. if only the dumb, white niggers would listen.
progress...remember that word.
not maintenance...a low game invented for rubes and nut-suckers.
progess...
as in progressive-
as in forward thinking-
as in inventive-
as in creative-
initiative...not to tweak the broken system for a few more bucks.
but to initiate a healing for the last 50 years of fossil fuel driven nonsense.
power ain't free baby and life is hard in the real bush.
big fucking bugs eat you alive and snakes are about.
i've got welts all over my body right now...and a slight case of montezuma's revenge.
in thailand!!! dear god, how can it happen?!!!!
you remember that, don't you leo?
those half-fucked nights in puerto rico or brazil where you ate something funny?
or drank some "local" tequila with a crazy dark wench.
ahh, but i digress.
oh yes, "real living": this is still the same for 95% of the planet, most of who have been bombed or forced at gunpoint to bow down to the west's maniacal, oil drunk views about "economy" and "growth"
but thailand...
how have they survived with their proud culture somewhat intact?
one thai said to me "you say to thai "raise your right hand" we raise right hand, you say "raise your left" we raise left"
shit, i guess that was the key to not becoming vietnam or cambodia.
you know, it was nixon's illegal incursions and carpet bombing of cambodia that allowed pol pot to ascend to power.
boy, that was fun...big fun.
jesus have you ever read about that stuff?
if you think i'm twisted...holy fucking shit.
i'm just a half-cocked, semi-reasonable white boy trying to survive the impending apocalypse with style.
and i won't become a goddamn chink to do it.
peace,
sebastian
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