Walking? Who cares about that?

I am thinking about a wider set of words now - searching, that hunt for inspiration, the ability to steal, the mess of intellectual property and all such grey-area laws, sampling culture, digital equality of files, accessability magic. But that stuff is dull as fuck and has been looked at in all ways. Besides, I am not being asked to present a journalistic article about iLife. This is a DISSERTATION:

A thesis (literally: 'position' from the Greek θέσις) is an intellectual proposition. ----In academia, a thesis or dissertation is a document that presents the author's research and findings and is submitted in support of candidature for a degree or professional qualification.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dissertation

How dare I pretend to give three boiled shits about this field of hypothetical pumpkin bollocks? The idea of bookish geniuses has melted my lust for ideas long enough. Yet more extreme imagination, a unwarrented prejudice that I created and revived for silly and lazy paranoid underdog purposes. It's good to have invisible enemies because you will never meet them and be proved wrong. Keep an exception at both ends. What about art searching though?

Back to my yesterday idea about everyone searching for something, what am I searching for? Identity? Truth? Something lasting and definite? I still find it hard to accept academic pursuits because words can never be facts and all the pedantry in the world still hinges upon artificial things that don't tend make me laugh or dance. Back to my yesterday idea. Art searches go all over the place, from the tiny walls of popular culture references to grown-up, black and white history books. It's all complete bollocks. Wouldn't you rather be having sex? But we are not just sex animals - we have big brains and a need for deep stimulus. Snigger.

So, sex and food are not enough and we are sophisticated beings capable of making ourselves seem far greater than mere catfish. We make clever art and invent logical theories that give society a golden shadow. What a bottomless crock. I can't be bothered wasting my life on complicating things until they become utterly lifeless any longer. I want to play table football in a thunderstorm and smoke Lucky Strikes on a plane. I want to walk into a club and get a nod from the manager. I want to be happy and far away from the deadly torture that I am told is adulthood. Fuck this.