Saturday, November 19, 2011

Coldplay’s Paradise: Lost In Paradox

While meandering through MLYO XYLOTO, I have great difficulty trying to restrain varying levels triumph and curiosity. Paradise, in particular, is a haunting tale of woe, wonder, and disillusion. The message of a young woman, frantic with boundless optimism, in a constant and desperate search for inner paradise.

This is a tragic tale that unfortunately imitates life, as a close friend of mine had to experience her boyfriend’s suicide.  The kinetics of suicide can stop time and space; able to create a tempest of sadness, confusion, anger, and guilt.  Suicide hurts everyone.

I was inspired to draft “Lost In Paradox” after listening to Paradise 10x as a re-imagining to the existing Paradise music video.  Being a member of Generation Y, I remember the “Age of the Music Video” and we are currently so far off from that once sacred ideology.

“Lost In Paradox”; expect immersive blue nebula, parallel universes, self-sacrifices, and tragic dreamscapes.
All shot in vivid color and hard foreground focus, it will stir controversy and raise observation. Scene specifics are listed below and in song structure sequence:

Intro: side scrolling pan of a cobblestoned village with a Mediterranean setting. The streets are filled with life and decoration; local flowers are streamed along lamp-posts and fences. Children run towards the end of the street corner as the camera begins a gradual ascension. (violins) More and more of the decorated village become visible as the vantage perspective begins to climb above treetops. 

Pre-verse/verse: sun haze can be seen as we overlook the village’s main attraction, the parade announcing the Prince-King’s first day as King. With a hybrid of Moroccan/Western Indian theme, the village subjects are able to make their first glance of their majestic young ruler.   

The Prince-King stands firm atop a grand elephant of white with drapes of gold and glisten.  He waves his royal wave, while his Princess-Bride “Leila” sits atop her white elephant by his side. She can be seen, proud, content, and hopeful of a promising future with mate.

Mid-verse/2nd verse: approaching a two-way bridge over a jagged ravine, the dark skinned Prince-King has been instructed to sit on the saddled neck. In odd defiance, the Prince-King stands at attention. He leaps off the white elephant heading for a collision course for the depths of the sea. Before he makes contact, the Princess-Bride shields her eyes, fingers begin to cover the lens of the camera and goes into blackness.

2nd verse/chorus: fingers recede from the lens and unveil a suburban home with idyllic white picket fencing during a holiday meal. A young mother “Leila” of 2 and a clearly visible 3rd on the way serves the main dish to her family.  The proud husband hears a disturbance in the foyer and takes the carving knife to investigate. To his surprise, an armed burglar kicks down the front door and the two are locked into combat. The knife met the intruder’s heart after the pistol’s discharge forcing exit wounds through the lungs and head. The wife and two kids cautiously enter the hall to see both men laying in red muck. She screams with conflict, covering her eyes as fingers begin to cover the lens.

Chorus: fingers recede as young business “Leila” parks her car in front of an apartment building with Happy Birthday balloons. She calls her boyfriend who is quivering, shirtless and alone with a blue luminance being casted from the TV. While on the phone, he puts a pistol into mouth while continuing the conversation. She bursts through the lobby level to see 2 elevators, one is closed with maintenance tape and the other has an impatient crowd gathering in the doorway. Desperate, she dashes up the stairs with her business pumps stomping the surface as she hears the gunshot from the phone. She barges through the door to find her boyfriend slumped over his desk and covers her eyes.

A flashback of both Princess Leila and pregnant Leila reoccurs as suit Leila covers her eyes with fingers begin to cover the lens.
Bridge- a surge of bright light bursts onscreen showing Leila in flight within a dense nebula with moving camera. 

She flies with weightless abandon, with the ever present sun glaring in the background. Multiple Leilas can be seen in close proximity, all appearing to be moving in a similar course, all in dramatic panic flying closer into the light.

Middle 8- Leila can be seen outside her diner as she exits the front entrance leaving her evening shift.  She looks slight beyond the nearby stop sign to see her boyfriend’s car begin to arrive. Standing reassured that her long hours will be recognized by her lover, she stands with patience. As he begins to accelerate, (la-la-la-la) a 16-wheeler careens through the driver’s side of the vehicle, leaving shrapnel and smolder in its wake. Her fury becomes visible as covers her eyes as fingers begin to cover the lens.

Mid Middle 8- Mid Bridge- Leila sits on the aisle seat of a packed airliner as she feels a violent bump into her arm from turbulence. Waking her from her slight-slumber, she looks up to see a handsome gentleman with dark skin looking down at her with mutual fascination. The plane begins to rock even violently as an electrical pipe bursts causing a chemical explosion in mid-flight (or as an alternative, two planes will collide in mid-air containing Leila and "friend").
(Para-para-paradise) A sudden flare shatters the passenger plane in two, debris and cargo begin to swirl in a chaotic whirlwind as the passengers make their descent.  Leila gains consciousness, visibly harmed with scrapes and bruises, but remains strapped to her chair and losing altitude. She can see the handsome stranger yards away, in free-fall as (guitar rift- oh oh oh oh) the other half of the plane detonates in his vicinity displaying tremendous force and spectacle.  To protect her from the blast and shards of metal, Leila covers her eyes as fingers begin to cover the lens.

Mid Bridge/Instrumental- a surge of bright light bursts showing Leila in flight, in sub-space within a dense nebula. Traveling from one light-source to another  with moving camera. She flies with weightless abandon, with the present sun glaring in the background. Multiple Leilas can be seen in close proximity, all appearing to be moving in a similar course, all in dramatic panic flying closer into the light.

Instrumental- Leila awakens from bed, covered in night-sweat & tears.  She uncovers to reveal a jacket or shirt being clutched with human desperation. The night is not enough for Leila to wane into slumber, the death of a lover keeps her awake and wanting.  She cries again, usually resorting to exhaustion through sorrow.
Outro- a side scrolling pan from Leila’s bed to her bedroom mantle will reveal a framed news clipping showing her boyfriend’s photo and final memorial service information.

Monday, November 14, 2011

The Human Algorithm

"The Human Algorithm"- an excerpt from "Prophets Book 1: The Hammer-Strike"

After gathering decades of statistical information, the government funded Holy Destiny Institute was able to construct a compilation of current human evolution.  A chart that soon became public knowledge under the codeword “The Human Algorithm”. This level of classification analyzes the involvement of genomic advances that is a sub-section beyond the homo sapien benchmark.

Throughout human history, distinctive and adaptive attributes have been engrained within our evolving DNA.  Attributes that often yield enhanced mental or physical advantages, thus reinforcing the resiliency of our species. Offering a select few inter-species characteristics or mentally manipulate Earth’s atmospheric conditions.

Heredity, geographic and notoriously artificial conditions are definitive variables allowing our species to manifest this wide array of special attributes. 

Mono Human, Mezzo Mono, Digonic Human, Mezzo Digonic, Trigonic Human, Mezzo Trigonic, Polymorphic Human.

-Humans with "Mezzo" classification have faint traces of an additional attribute.  Usually detected as dormant/non-dominant traits.


-Normal/Baseline Traits.

-Longest life span.

-Best immunity system.


-Able to demonstrate a distinctive mental or physical attribute based from heredity.


-Rare combination of above normal mental and physical attributes.

-Polymorphic Humans are able to demonstrate a variable number of mental & physical attributes.

-Shortest life span.
-Weakest immunity system.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Herman Cain: The Organ Grinder Monkey

Oh, look at how a once mighty group has fallen into tyranny.

Look at him.
Can somebody go and get him a fez and a tight-fitting vest please?

Put him outside with a jar and he'll dance for your amusement while you empty your pockets for lost change.

The clapping, old, pale (still alive with the use of metal and screws) spectator in the background expresses his enthusiasm by rising to his feet.
Burning off the remaining calories he is liable to exhaust, in the midst of conspiring to commit generational corporate plunder.

They are standing at the mantle of the G.O.P.'s Americans for Prosperity.

The G.O.P., which boastfully stands for the Grand Old Party. A resourceful collective that appear to have lofty intentions to maintain an idyllic "American" frontier. Back when the mantra of "In God We Trust" was upheld with pride and traditionalism.

When (statistically) the white male had his weight in gold without worrying about any lip from outsiders... and women...

Americans For Prosperity, why don't they just stop talking in code and trying to be clever. They only want a certain sector of "Americans" to retain any notion of wealth and prosperity.  The concept of prosperity never included those of the lesser-class, no, no, they were meant to turn the cogs and dust the drapes.

The grandest gesture of supremacy has been achieved once they have successfully trained one of their kind to arrange their intention. No need to sully the hands of the “investor class”; for heaven’s sake, allow the domesticated mongrel to execute upon command. After all, they invested a large sum to train and “brainwash” him.

Means of the superstructure remain to stand both intact and holding strong throughout all of these years. Religious, governmental, and acceptable pseudo-sexual practices are infused within our current society, reinforcing the need by the ultra wealthy (those top 2% income land owners) to maintain their idea of social-balance.

Thereby continuing the fallacy of achieving the “American” Dream to the masses; who would birth and pass under marginal working “middle” class conditions. “Middle” equals “working” equals “lesser” class, which are all very much expendable and oppressed under the gaze of a prevailing ruling class.

No need to sit and watch the finest breed of horse to perform a timed sequence at an equestrian competition.

For the greatest reward, the greatest rush of adrenaline is attained once you see the animal, the beast that you have tamed and released back into the wild (see the “Judas Breed” in the movie “Mimic”).

(...honestly, I just Google Mapped "equestrian" in Atlanta and there were WAY too many locations I expected to see in our society's economic downturn. I thought "all" of us were having to trim our expenses and reduce our spending budgets. Hmmmm, guess equestrian facilities gotta earn an income as well, they too must have been impacted by our "recession" no less...)

This blog entry is also dedicated to a fallen friend, Ernest H., who viscerally took his own life last week.  Who knows the spiking levels of separation and oppression that ricocheted within his mental capacities, his thought processes? An educator, a spirited, gifted young man put an end towards his vast potential for possibilities.

By taking one’s life, one must have convinced themselves of zero pathways for opportunity, zero outlets for expressing inner turmoil. Those who are obviously not able to earn a decent living, take care of medical costs, or dealing with a natural disadvantage towards opportunity… well, let them die!


Ultimately can be attributable benefactors of the superstructure’s true intention: a network of separatist ideals that stand to preserve class superiority by any demonstrative means necessary.

(An detailed explanation form this perspective can be found in a previous entry:

Starve The Beast: The American Way & Superstructure of Class Destruction

Class superiority, which is the mythology that members of the G.O.P. and like Conservatives have generationally lusted for throughout humankind.  It’s actually the greatest and the most elaborate joke I have witnessed and just waiting to see when someone is going to peek their head from behind the curtain with a devilish grin…

After all, by funneling more Presidential potential to Herman Cain (whoa… just had a WAVE of nausea back there…ok, I’ll be fine…) would allow the corporate/government cohabitation to fester and replicate into uncharted terror-tories (territories).
Our liberties and “American” way of life will be stripped away one by one at dizzying speeds, much akin to the benefits, bonuses, and activities that are being stripped away at your long-standing places of employment.

Herman Cain and his cohorts are making their wet-dreams come into reality, by under-cutting the employees and workers in order to horde and disseminate later. This Uncle Tom “Bait & Switch” maneuver has and will be another example of separate but equal intricacies.
Quite possibility originating by allowing a “Centrist” politician with African roots to gain the coveted mantle of President. A means to gently massage the mechanics of social-polarization within the membrane of social consciousness.
Much like a virus, spreading its RNA genetic code onto its host, Americans For Prosperity will allow Herman Cain to spew its hateful and divisive business practices.

Dance Herman Cain; keep dancing until they run out of quarters to fill your tin cup. The novelty will ware off soon enough; you’ll have to learn a new routine to entertain the bored and the privileged.