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1/26/2008

Thermodynamic conversations

The First Law of Thermodynamics;the First Law states that energy cannot be created or destroyed; rather, the amount of energy lost in a steady state process cannot be greater than the amount of energy gained.1

Second law of thermodynamics;In a simple manner, the second law states that "energy systems have a tendency to increase their entropy" rather than decrease it.

In simple terms, the Third Law states that the entropy of a pure substance approaches zero as the absolute temperature approaches zero. This law provides an absolute reference point for the determination of entropy. The entropy determined relative to this point is the absolute entropy.

Entropy is the only quantity in the physical sciences that "picks" a particular direction for time, sometimes called an arrow of time. As we go "forward" in time, the Second Law of Thermodynamics tells us that the entropy of an isolated system can only increase or remain the same; it cannot decrease. Hence, from one perspective, entropy measurement is thought of as a kind of clock.



I love feeling like I do right now! Drunk! Some of my fondest memories are of being drunk and out of control. I had some great times. Or so I'm told. The problem with having so many drunken good nights is that they fade away. Your mind begins to blend time and space. You become a ghost inside your own mind. Your memories lie to you, so you depend on the recollections of others (who were often more fucked-up than you were). The you that you know is not who they saw. But, they must be right/ Your memories are rose tented windows to a time that never existed. You saw rainbows and good times. Trips to the river, and picnics in the park. There were things you recall that no one else seems to remember. What they saw was some asshole barking orders that made no sense, and a monster unleashed. Tossing coffe tables, and ripping down chandeliers. Some where in between is your lost-self, and he ain't ever coming back! So the self-medication continues. I need to smoke more weed. Weed brings out the little guy, who just wants to chill. My frontal lobe is backed up.



Modern day shamans shopping for porn,

The urethral made real

Chocolate pudding water slides,

The evil monkee chides

Viral animations, campaign for false science,

Sleep deprived monks made of iron

The wrong horse to ride,

Shadows play games outside

Violence is not revolution,

But it's a start

Changing within the times,

not changing the times

The mind has no eyes, but one eye

Washed and put away

What else can a poor boy do?







1http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laws_of_thermodynamics



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8/03/2007

Infinte Hot Summer nights



I hate to dissapoint, but ther is no us versus them. Allow me to impart some of the wisdom I have gained from years of LSD abuse and being stoned out of mymind for so long. Allow me to hip you all to the knowledge I've gained from mymany drunken adventures, where I woke up n jail. There is no enemy, all things are one thing. This may hurt a little bit.

FACT: Energy can neither be created nor destroyed!

So there in lies the sad truth. If energy can neither be created nor destroyed then we are all apart of the same energy and the univere itself. All things are one thing andyou and I are the same. You, me and the space in between are just pieces of the grand csmic energy and this us v/s them bullshit is like jerking off. It feels good at first and gets the job done, but beyond that~what's the point? In a sense we are all involved in cosmic mastrubation. So you ask me then; "What is the point in fighting" Well that one is easy. We here in the Armada aare not fighting as you know it pre se. We are helping our selves see the light. You know reflecting positve ions and what not. Refracting the infinite truth. When I puch some one or knee some dude in the gut, it's just my way of saying look at your self, this is your knee too, this is your fist brother. It's all in hopes of turning his mind around. My knuckles are saying; "There is no space between you and me!"

Look I grew up in a pit of despair on an island of deperivation.I honed my mind and physical being into becoming a warrior. I then spent years wrecking that with abuse. Now I'm older and I have grown into a psycho-sexual-warrior-guru. I just want to help everyone reach this state and beyond. We each must forge our own paths yet they will allmeet at some point. The universe is constantly moving and changing while standing still and remaing the same. It's all in how you look at it. So, I hate to dash your dreams of a grand uprising because it's already happened and is always happening you merely have to turn around. Do a complete three sixty and what will happen is a gradual "turning of the cheek' if you will. We monkees will help you humans become divine.

This isn't some new age love fest however. This will take strength and heartlessness. You will have to be willling to punch a friend in the face, repeatedly. You will have to sleep around alot at first, and take tons of drugs. Drink till you take all your clothes off and pee on furniture. It's the only way sometimes to get our point across. You have to be willing to do what ever is necessary to make everyone aware that they are not themselves but you too, and nothing is permenant the energy will continue to flow with or with out htese physical confines.

God himself wears platinum shoes! Dressed in rainbows he opens the door to the infinite. The tears of wolves makes an excellent tea. And a dolphin hears only the sea. Geometric shapes unlock questions, ut the answer my friend is in fractals.