shattered world

Whether you like it or not,

our world has been shattered into countless billions
of disconnected shards of reality,
each one valid only to the sole resident of his own private Idaho.

My key to enlightenment has been to learn to transcend
my own phlegm-bag of self pity and witness the madness of
those mythical beings who surround me-
the human race.

How it began...

One day, a flustered co-worker had enough of my self-centered smugness
and asked me the question that changed my perspective on life forever.

He asked "When did the universe start revolving around you?"

(In a moment of zen-like enlightenment, I finally found the solution to
the question that I had feared to ask myself. Finally, I knew the truth.
and learned that death was not to be feared. It is but merely another aspect
of existence to be experienced by us all, the logical end result of being alive.)

I answered "November 20th, 1958. And the universe will
end at exactly the moment that I die."

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The Shattered World series of stories, pictures, comics, whatever, will be an attempt
to portray small and large events of world history, past, present, future, relevant,
irrelevant and just plain stoopid.

Since I have a limited imagination, I may draw ideas from those who have influenced me the most.
My current plan is to draw inspiration from the works (although certainly not solely)
of the author Michael Moorcock, specifically with the Jerry Cornelius Mythos, which
I seem to identify with personally. Other influences include Moebius, Led Zeppelin, The Doors.
whatever.

And never fear... I will be taking stabs at that ass wipe in the white house.

So, what do you say? Do ya wanna take a ride somewhere down that crazy river with me?

You decide.
The rantings of a madman?
The prophesies of a false messiah?
The cry for help from a lost soul?
A modern day Huck Finn?
A fat loser?

You decide.
Personally, I couldn't care less.

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Sometimes I feel like a
man with no purpose...
No substance.
No essence.
No center.
No surface.

Biding my time
with the passing of the seasons
Wasting my life
Like a man who's lost his reason.

__________________________Gutboy 7-30-07

a shattered world production