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[Mar. 11th, 2007|03:01 pm] |
sometimes when I encounter a gist that trying to be carried across the tv, I wonder who exactly it is meant for. Is anyone else realizing these stupid little sexual inuendos that spring up time to time? If you dont, then most likely your indoctrinated- I mean, Ive always wondered why my observations are seen as far-fetched or eccentric. For instance, in the new Burger King commercial where the guy has ballerinas dancing around him and whatnot.... at the end one reaches into his front pocket and moves her hand around for a while and pulls out a dollar. Then the guy looks up at the STUPID FUCKING BK mascot and smiles and nods. Ok? Are you insinuating that you like having a girl fiddle around in youir pocket? Are you also insinuating that the BK mascot guy is the source of this profound arousal? retards.
am I wrong in deeming Burger King and the people (as well as thier families) who made this commercial as being fucking retards? Does shit like this ever work? I guess so, seeing that Burger King has captured the market of "working men"; the kind that drive vans for a living, who are too narrow-minded to enter a Panera so they go through the fucking drive-thru at BK to order some future heart attacks. And shall we be heart-broken when they die at age 60? Not that Im setting a standard, but these fucking men are disgusting; you know, the excess working population whose working hours and job description have made them into LUMPS that walk around not giving a shit about anything. Except MEAT and convenience.
One could more easily grasp the existence of classism just by going into a supermarket.
Whole Foods is where elyse and I usually get our food.
Walking into Whole Foods last night, blazed out of my MIND, I noticed an overwhelming pattern: PEOPLE WERE ACTUALLY BROWSING THE SHELVES AND LOOKING AT INGREDIENTS. (not to mention that people in there doing this were more attractive than those who do not frequent the store)
Granted, most of them may be from middle to upper class areas- its odd how that works. The "new" rich (not old money people) seem to be endowed with the knowledge of food/body relations. Meanwhile you walk into a fucking King Kullen in a shit town like Farmingdale or something and you see these grotesque monsters moaning and walking with damn RETARDS always working the cashier. Nothing against retards, but it reflects perfectly the clientele. Makes them feel at home, or, for once, a bit more superior.
Cows cows and cows. Drink up cows. Theres milk everywhere for you.
If someone was to come to America and just walk around a damn supermarket they would mist likely be AMAZED, FLABERGHASTED, STUNNED by the amount of SHIT that you all chow down on. Now, I am far from a preaching dietician ::smirk:: but you all have to realize that what you put INTO your body, EVENTUALLY BECOMES YOUR BODY. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2007|07:53 pm] |
in the movie "Running with Scissors", there's a scene in which a superabundantly Freudeian psychiatrist, in response to the main character's youthful esoteric outrages, sighs rasther deeply and utters "oh, who would be without the nightmare of adolescence..."
something along those lines, I dont have a transcript in front of me. The point being expressed to a better degree in the movie itself, due to its symbolic gesture- namely the Freudian psychiatrist's break from character and shedding light on a theme not so unlike the one of eternal recurrence.
But to adolescence: what the hell? Its interesting to note that mostly all of the popular roster from those times have had thier titles severly diminished ever since. You know, the quarterback senior year is now going on his third consecutive year after dropping out of that scholarship he was offered. The gum-chewing prom queens and her social escapades now seem more like an elaborately planned hoax, whose purpose was one of distortion and misdirection. If one studies history (of anything) it becomes possible to trace the program's initial conception, in this case the theme of prom queen, and furthermore the creator his or her self!!
When done on larger scales, for instance, in searching for the creator of the Chrisitian protocol, it bears larger and larger implications. When done on an even larger scale, example being the search for a universal "first-cause", the idea of there being a causal chain in itslef comes under ontological scrutiny.
...this is precisely when you realize that you should chew some psylocybin mushrooms and at least introduce yourself to an independant syntax.
I was thinking about how certain people grow bored while smoking pot. I think it becomes necessary to form a behavioral instinct that allows you to feel a sense of wonder. When? At times when the context is completely outside of the utilitarian theories of evolution that have become so popular. Take for instance sitting in a car in a parking lot. Or on a couch in a living space. The time filling up the spikes of utilitarian actions such as work and such. In these areas of "free time", that have been the combined result of a hyperactive market and increasing evolutionary frequency, should be used for what advantage? In what direction shall this time be directed, and by whom?
We can easily escape this sophistry if we plant ourselves outside this verbal ditch. There, now I am not in the bullshit quagmire of contemplating "what can be more to our advantage?" theories. I dont see that as being a valid question anymore. I ask, rather, "can we first contemplate this immense shift from the haired ape?"
Such high frequencies of evolution at this point, as of today just as of classical times, allow oneself the freedom to think about, process, speculate, and form views about those times in the past when there was a drastically smaller amount of immediate information to work with.
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in the movie "Running with Scissors", there's a scene in which a superabundantly Freudeian psychiatrist, in response to the main character's youthful esoteric outrages, sighs rasther deeply and utters "oh, who would be without the nightmare of adolescence..."
something along those lines, I dont have a transcript in front of me. The point being expressed to a better degree in the movie itself, due to its symbolic gesture- namely the Freudian psychiatrist's break from character and shedding light on a theme not so unlike the one of eternal recurrence.
But to adolescence: what the hell? Its interesting to note that mostly all of the popular roster from those times have had thier titles severly diminished ever since. You know, the quarterback senior year is now going on his third consecutive year after dropping out of that scholarship he was offered. The gum-chewing prom queens and her social escapades now seem more like an elaborately planned hoax, whose purpose was one of distortion and misdirection. If one studies history (of anything) it becomes possible to trace the program's initial conception, in this case the theme of prom queen, and furthermore the creator his or her self!!
When done on larger scales, for instance, in searching for the creator of the Chrisitian protocol, it bears larger and larger implications. When done on an even larger scale, example being the search for a universal "first-cause", the idea of there being a causal chain in itslef comes under ontological scrutiny.
...this is precisely when you realize that you should chew some psylocybin mushrooms and at least introduce yourself to an independant syntax.
I was thinking about how certain people grow bored while smoking pot. I think it becomes necessary to form a behavioral instinct that allows you to feel a sense of wonder. When? At times when the context is completely outside of the utilitarian theories of evolution that have become so popular. Take for instance sitting in a car in a parking lot. Or on a couch in a living space. The time filling up the spikes of utilitarian actions such as work and such. In these areas of "free time", that have been the combined result of a hyperactive market and increasing evolutionary frequency, should be used for what advantage? In what direction shall this time be directed, and by whom?
We can easily escape this sophistry if we plant ourselves outside this verbal ditch. There, now I am not in the bullshit quagmire of contemplating "what can be more to our advantage?" theories. I dont see that as being a valid question anymore. I ask, rather, "can we first contemplate this immense shift from the haired ape?"
Such high frequencies of evolution at this point, as of today just as of classical times, allow oneself the freedom to think about, process, speculate, and form views about those times in the past when there was a drastically smaller amount of immediate information to work with.
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[Feb. 26th, 2007|03:46 pm] |
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I dont know who in thier right mind would ever ask me this question- BUT, if someone ever asked me what I think of the Greeks, I would instruct them to form an image of a mysterious Pythia sitting on a stool that is itself straddling a fissure in the earth. Out of this fissure is rising a translucent white steam. Furthermore, Pyhtia's facial expressions seem to be distorted by the hot steam and her lips move in vein, as in trying to relay a message from one concentric dimension to another, in making slightly intelligible responses to the seeker's questions.
From this intervention with the breath of the earth itself, the seeker then goes on, trying his best to relay the now further-refined message, from the mouth of earth, to the blooming human standing in front of him.
Night and day Pythia stays there in the temple; beautiful as pure knowledge could ever appear to the human frame of reference.
Diodorus- SPEAK!!! TELL!!!:
"Echecrates the Thessalian, having arrived at the shrine and beheld the virgin who uttered the oracle, became enamoured of her because of her beauty, carried her away and violated her; and the Delphians because of this deplorable occurrence passed a law that in future a virgin could no longer prophecy, but that an elderly woman ... would declare the oracles and she would be dressed in the costume of a virgin as a sort of reminder of the prophetess of olden times."
"The Pythia resembles a shamaness at least to the extent that she communicates with her [deity] while in a state of trance, and conveys as much to those present by uttering unintelligible words. [cf. Spirit Language, Mircea Eliade]. It is particularly striking that she sits on a cauldron supported by a tripod, [reiterating the triad of the great goddess]. This eccentric perch can hardly be explained except as a symbolic boiling, and, as such, it looks very much like a reminiscence of the initiatory boiling of the shaman translated from hallucinatory experience into concrete visual terms. It was in this same cauldron, probably, that the Titans boiled Dionysus in the version of the story known to Callimachus and Euphorion, and his remains were interred close by".
-Martin Litchfield West, The Orphic Poems, p.147
I always keep in mind things of this nature whenever reading or speaking about anything relating to ancient Greece; whether it be the philosophy, the literature, or the wars; above all else, they were willing to lend a large part of themselves over to the unknown- accepting a realm of uncertainty and unknowability- and, from this on, creating philosophical systems and such. That, of course, is the distinctive break we have from them- "we" connotating the idea of a "Western" cultural macrosystem, and "them" referring to the classical civilizations which are supposedly the foundation of the western systems. Although we bear many things in common with them, at least in rhetorical moral ideas and statments such as "democracy" and "justice", we still just pass over the a prioristic facts of the matter. A major one being the extreme religiosity that served as sprouting ground for thier subsequent customs and beliefs. If only it was acheivable once again.... the irony of the situations. In other words: all of our quarrels and beliefs that we cling to and present to others are, in reality, mere representations of higher, truer ideals and forms.
My hypothesis of someone never asking me what I think of the Greeks is not the issue; the point is in showing that questions themselves of any intelligent or creative nature, outside of the academic setting, are rarely asked. What Im starting to realize is that in classical times, it was probably not so uncommon for someone to bring up such topics.
Some may speculate that the reason for this is that over time we have found out the answers to such problems and it no longer has any meaning to ask such questions.
Im not too sure about that. Try applying that theory right now. Next freind you run into, sit down with them and bring up subjects such as what is art, beauty, justice, religion, etc. It will probably get awkward, if not outright silly. But the point again, is that moderns lack such references (ie- the classical form of myths and legends) from which to spring to any speculative revelation or point of view. There IS NO BASIS to regard as a commonality.
In trying to elaborate a point more, Plutarch may make reference to homeric legends.
In doing so, he instantaneously relays the refined definition to everyone speaking his language. "Oh yes, if it resembles the murder of Agamemnon I understand what he is describing must've be like".
Cicero may make reference to injustices of past divine affairs.
The next question is: what are the modern commonalities analogous to these of classical times? Be honest. Dont think about you or your creative intuitive process.... think about the times. The random person, not necessarily having the personality or intellectual agility as you... the ever-diverse populations reflecting EVER AND EVER diverse market genres and subdivions. Whats the commonality?
At first thought- which is right this moment- I cannot go on to name any, other than simplistic logical definitions such as the directions of "up" and "down".
What DOES jump out at me is the possibility that the process of creating a persona, a faction consisting of a singular self, is the dominant, affirming behavioral tendency in us western-hemisphered people. Western-hemisphered not just geographically, but mentally.
Ourselves dominated by distinction, rigidity, and analytical empiricism.
With this in mind, what can be more distinct, rigid, and utilitarian than a massive microcosm entitled a "personality". This can be seen more clearly if we also think about the power we have given and ennobled these things with. They are ours; we, by our own freedom, create them; they will guide us through thick and thin.
What happens when they come across a situation where they are threatened into becoming the vesitigal remninsce of a "pack outcast"? Well, we all know what they do: they adapt. But not the kind of adaption that Darwin speaks of, or the concept that has come to see adaption as being, axiomatically, a "good" process- but rather an adaption that, within the environment of highly accelerative market conditions, proves to be disastrous to the idea of "free will" itself.
The critical theorists of the 1920's and 30's saw this most clearly and took it upon themselves to attack such a misinterpretation of the facts; of things that, as far as we can tell, truly matter and the current state of those very things.
So adaptation and post-industrial marketing dont seem to be congruent with each other, at least on the level of setting priorities for the future. The main priority of the individual, as reflecting the mother goddess: the market, is to expand oneself into diverse social realms, leaving leaflets and other indicators of your existence. In this way, especially if you have mastered the act of adaptation (ie- relinquishing your individual self), you will succeed in making your label known to a larger and larger crowd. You will not receive royalties of course, but in a way you will be endowed with something called a reputation; which, on additonal analysis, can be seen as a form of monetary royalties. A reputation is what you involuntarily receive after putting the upfront capital of cash on the table to pay for the advertising costs. Depending on social relations, which again, mimicks mother Market and her relations, the amount of royalties will differ. In this sense the better your reputation, the more royalties one has received.
The personality industry is the direcet offspring of the market. The market uses this to its advantage, and since it is easier to convice western-hemisphered people of the idea of empirical utilitarianism, it thrives.
Now....back to the Greeks. The amount of conceptual differences that exist between us and the classical world in general is awfully amazing. Am I advocating an "archaic revival" of sorts? Maybe. Terence Mckenna stated that this is precisely what we need at this point, because, along the way due to various circumstantial changes in the environment, we have lost contact with what he describes as the Feminine, the Gaia, the real mother earth and the controlled effect of the masculine. It is from this very type of lost environment that Art sprang from. This rings a bell with me because it makes sense that in a time of Feminine dominance and masculinity depravation, only then would acts of drawing, primitive writing, sexual appetite, etc. take on any meaningful context. It would have the time and room to create itself.
In the case of the Greeks, its a rather different situation. Male dominance was surely presenting itself in public life. This makes sense keeping in mind that the Greek culture that emerged in the ninth and eighth centuries B.C. was a resultant of a handful of competetive, yet amiable-natured tribes coming from the north- most likely originating from the northeast (west-Asia, Middle East). Reflecting the primitive, yet beautifully accurate stages of human diversity, these tribes accentuated themselves in the nature of thier eventual city-states. Sparta being the former Dorian tribe; Athens being the Ionian tribe.
Coincidentally, this era marked the beginning of a Mayan underworld. It is rather interesting to read about the nature of the god who reigned over it, and the directional movement towards the trunk of the world tree.
Still being of the same species, we today partially display this fact in the way in which we have come to understand and use our free-will. As mentioned earlier, the essential conduct of the free will in today's era is to fashion it in the likeness of a successful marketed product. This, by the way, is the reason why it is possible to associate and even replace a market item or brand name with an individual person: they share operational procedures.
We have all known, met, or have come into contact with these types of people. Its approaching the level of being alarming. But, in any case, the primitive form of this chain reactionary process, in the form of the Greek spirit, allows one to contemplate the possiblity of unearthing this archaic knowledge. Is it possible to recreate the Greek mind? How about the Persian mind? The answer isnt vital, but it does tantalize the will.
How would you feel approaching Pythia, an obviously charming, mysterious lady who sits and waits to share whatever she can of the infinite knowledge? Indifferent to your inability to immediately ascertain her words.
Could you operate under these philosophical systems?
If we can endure such operational stresses and excess social algorithims of today, does that make us more or less able in ever attaining and understanding the archaic knowledge of the past? |
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[Feb. 26th, 2007|02:23 pm] |
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The first conception of the 1940's and 50's may bring to mind the housewife, the war veteran, maybe the generation of old-school traditional values. But its strange that during this time the beat generation was experimenting with literary genres and taking personal expeditions to South American jungles to drink Yage with the shamans there.
So, what do we then focus on as being indicative of this time period?
My point is that, just as the traditional housewife/veteran context is applicable to these decades, so is the discovery of LSD and self-destructive behavior resulting in materpeices of individual prose.
This same dichtomy could be applied to this current era. In Mayan terms, we are freshly entering the Galactic Underworld, leaving the Planetary Underworld behind us- with reverence or condemnation? In any case, this era could plausibly be labelled as the consumer age. Now more than ever products surround our every available perception.
Whether it be musical interests- the heavily controlled market pushing fake-ass singers who should be considered half-hearted actors on a fabricated stage.
Or whether it be the literary interests- resting on the cozy assumption that reading the newspaper readily equates with the act of reading.
Or whether it be the interests of personalities- each one being traceable to some sort of market-based influence.
With all of this before us, who stands out as a true bearer of the new age/underworld that is coming to fruition? Is it you?
In my studies and lifestyle, I hope to paint a somewhat different picture of this age we are engulfed in.
A quote from this monumental academic tome Im currently reading in my Historigraphy class (Peter Novick's "That Noble Dream: The Objectivity Question and the American Historical Profession"):
"The young historian in the 1970's who proposed a psychedelic approach to history- altered states of consciousness as a means for historians to project themselves back into the past- was thus in some respects truer to the essence of Ranke's approach than empiricists who never lifted thier eyes from the documents"
YES. In this same context, I can sort of see myself and some others as approaching the world in some novel way. For, if you do not, then who is contemplating the world for you? Surely some market influence. If you are a tad uneasy with the idea of the market influencing your view of the world, I highly reccomend you start reading some books. Because if one doesnt expand thier mental horizons before they hit middle-age, I suspect that they never will- and will subsequently enter the ranks of the multitude. You know the multitude- Macchiavelli describes this body's inclinations quite well- but do you want to be what Macchiavelli states you may be? Are totalitarian leaders the only ones who get to sleep with "The Prince" by thier bedsides?
NO. Read "The Prince" and you will exponentially understand the nature of power relations all the better. This is just one example that could be endlessly multiplied.
But what prevents the, in Kerouacean terms, non-existants from entering the arena of activity? This is a fecitious question for sure, but is there a solid answer to be found?
My MDMA session yesterday was a success in gaining at least some ground with this question. I prepared for this one rather meticulously. After not having coffee in the morning, eating a nice bowl of puffed millet and flooding my brain with vital fatty acids- I took part. I was amazed by the amount of historical and philosophical insight one can gain while in an MDMA session.
Rather then focusing the mind on the fuzzy objectives of personages past and present, my mind was involved in the apparent psychology surrounding us humans- such a neat invention.
We all look so cute to the MDMA observer. Our rituals and periodic exchanges of money and speech strikes one as exciting- the causal chain of feeling and emotion becomes a theatrical performance within your own personal mindscape. I myself realized more things about myself and inner workings than I have known before- or at least have given proper attention to.
As I was squiggling my body and stretching my spinal column (an EXTREMELY satisfying act) I was taken in by the accessibility of this marvelous chemical.
I find it strange that humans, without having a chemistry background in forming thier bias, really take offense to some molecules.
As of the moment I cannot fully describe the bias and its foundations, but it is there and it is real, and it does have consequences (mostly immediate ones).
A small little pill tagged with its own witty and symbolic icon- brings you into a connect with the mad scientist who created it.
Whether it be the butterfly, the clover leaf or the lion's head, or in our experience yesterday- a sillhouette of a sexy girl- they all take on this mystical aura. The mad scientist relaying the Ceasarian message "I know, I make, you soar"
And in this soaring one completely understands the motives of our race, or, more pragmatically, the understandings of our own immediate circle of freinds.
The whole "perceptions per minute" scheme really, really made sense during the session. It FASCINATES me; causes me to squirm. I am not a strict empiricist and therefore I tend not to beleive wholeheartedly in the essence of universal laws and standards- BUT, this one is most readily understood due to its straightforward nature. Perceptions per minute.
We are at an intersection....a light. Around us is the scenery of consumerism. The light itself has an inventor. THe buildings are made of stone- which makes them millions upon millions of years old in spite of thier recent erection. The road is made of tar- tar has industrial connotations. THe cars around us are made by assembly line workers. The clouds above are getting ready give up and fall on us in the form of crystalline snow. A single bird flies across the sky. A jet's engine 30,00 feet high reverbs itself and the sound waves are felt within my bones. All of these things and an infinite number more are up for grabs--
I see in most people the ability to grasp maybe one or two larger perceptions per minute- does this mean that they restrict themselves? Is it a self-restricting act?
Im not sure.
But what I am sure of is that thier lack of information, whether empirical or metaphysically contrived, leads to such a deformed state of perception.
I mean, one can view Brooklyn as a place of murder and projects. OR one can view it as the scenic place that Walt Whitman exalts in his poems.
The sounds of car horns can invoke madness or intrigue- stemming from a quote you read relating them to the modern's naiveity in thinking that they actually do something other than make noise.
The sun, the moon, your fingernails, the old ladie's puff of hair, the way that a snowglobe's snowstorm is so swift and enchanting....all of these things exist simultaneously in their raw empirical form and in the otherworld of spiritual fruition and evolution.
The odd thing is- you were set in motion by birth and have not two (suicide and natural death), but three ways out:
1. suicide
2. natural death
3. spiritual amalgamtion of the world surrounding you
Whatever one you choose, you are needed by the system in place. If you commit suicide, your death will be transformed into a quite polemic morality stating the excessive value of "life" and usually turned into a religious overtone. This, of course, in spite of your true reasons for exiting so.
The natural death way out is by far the most popular. Why? Well, I can only speak for our current time period, because it allows oneself to take part in the market for extended periods of time. This may seem too simple of a conclusion, but if one looks at the lives of the common American, the thing that most sticks out in relation to the past history of humanity is the amount of marketeering and advertising that is involved.
You may say "WHAT advertising? Not everyone is in marketing". TO this I say "no, think about it more", because every time you see someone wearing a particular type of shoe, pocketbook, shirt, neckalace, etc., they are (rather intuitively) taking part in the scheme of mass culture at the current moment: ideals, fashions, and spectacle.
THe spiritual amalgamation death offers us a rather oxymoronic context of "death". It is not truly death, because once one permits themselves to take in the world directly, without any interpolating medium, the whole idea of death takes a secondary place below the larger idea of "what is this; oh, now I see; now I can create". THis process is prevalent among us who have, by some way or another, taken a liking towards the mystical realm of literature, books, and mind.
I will end this segment with a quote I find rather interesting regarding music:
"Music is a way of preparing our minds and our personalities - to finally throw away music altogether and experience the world directly"
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[Feb. 25th, 2007|02:29 pm] |
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"There is a theory that creativity arises when individuals are out of synch with thier environment. To put it simply, people who fit in with thier communities have insufficient motivation to risk thier psyches in creating something truly new, while those who are out of sync are driven by the constant need tp prove thier worth. They have less to do and more to gain."
-Gary Taubes, Beyond the Soapsuds Universe
I got this new book by CLifford Pickover entitled "A Beginners Guide to Immortality: Extraordinary people, Alien Brains, and Quantum Resurrection". Its his newest title and its, like always, amazing. In the chapters Ive read so far he is covering the lives of poets and writers, and going over various methods that they have used to kill themselves. Essentially what he is getting at in this first chapter is the psychosis that seems to be inherant in people of creative genius.
What Im finding most interesting is the nest chapter Ive just started. In this he is speculating about the use of art, and how on the evolutionary timeline its last day may be near. I can only hope- the speculation, to paraphrase, is thus: the more that our brains are interconnected with images and technology, a day may come when we no longer require Art to inspire us- BECAUSE we will then be able to create for ourselves the art and sensations that come along with it.
"In the best of all possible worlds, art would be unecessary. Its offer of restorative, placative therapy would go begging a patient. The professional specialization involved in its making would ne presumption...the audience would be the artist and thier life would be art."
-Candadian Pianist, GLen Gould
the gist.
Chapter titles:
1. Truman Capote and the Brain from Planet Arous
2. John Cage and the Zen of Music
3. Gilgamesh, God, and the Language of Angels
4. The Matrix, Quantum Resurrection, and the Quest for Transcendence
5. Jesus and the Future of Mind-altering Drugs
6. Clockwork Butterflies and Eternity
7. Evolution, Ice Cream, and the Goddess of Chopped Liver
8. The Whispers of History
Appendix: Cathedrals of the Mind
ALso, with my Mayan calendric studies....
The author of this book is mentioning the concentric fields of differing frequencies that engulf the earth. It is important to remember that these are real, no speculating involved.
What IS the coolest part of this, is the way that they correspond to human brain activity.
For instance:
-the inner core of the earth has such and such a frequency, the mantle/crust has another, the upper atmosphere has another, etc.
-now, what they have discovered is that awake brain activity functions within the frequency range of the mantle/crust
-when we think, analytical brain activity, is more in resonance with the inner core of the earth- WHICH is probably in the structure of a crystals, although not perfectly round. Crystals, being the most structured of the earth's, etc, pieces.
-AND last but not least, when we dream our brain activity acts within the frequency of the outer atmosphere and earth's orbit!
I find this all pretty exciting, especially seeing that this kind of substantial thinking has more implications than first glance permits.
Today I was in some sort of frequency....I felt everything going on around me at work.....I dont know what to make of it...
BUT, something else pretty cool....
Truman Capote. Pickover goes over his life (jesus!) and here is an awesome quote:
"I was so different from everyone. So much more intelligent and sensitive and perceptive. I was having fifty perceptions a minute to everyone else's five."
I also found thisd greatly relieving. Capote puts it into a "perceptions per minute" context. YES YES YES. Thats it! What a fresh way to view one's own situation--\
I have more perceptions per minute than you. LOL
Now THERE is something to brag about.
Does anyone write about thier perceptions anymore?
This is what I think academia is afraid to lend themselves to...thier own individual perceptions. But the quote above at top may shed some light on why....
I, once-interesting livejournal freinds, am experimenting tonight. More serotonin please.
P.S.- Warp Brothers, The Warp Factor. <--Album |
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shall the torches of imperial armies stand to be the only great censors in our way of acheiving past knowledge?
The subject being you. There has been an occasion, or a culmination of many similiar occasions, that have in some way convinced you of there actually being this and that to seriously consider real. Now I am not of the camp which believes that parents can ultimately and completely convince a reality-generating machine to use this or that reality as its sole operating system. Maybe one can be of that camp, but I could, in no way, put that feat into the hands of only the parents. So, from this I deduct that there has been another entity that has also played a major role in your construction of reality. Am I being a little off-beat here in coming to this conclusion?
The objections are you're creative potentials.
The image of the mediterranean in the 3rd and 4th centuries gleamed in another type of light after I read Porphyr's introduction to the life of Plotinus.
"Thus he has told how, at the age of eight, when he was already going to school, he still clung about his nurse and loved to bear her breats and take suck; one day he was told he was a 'perverted imp', and so was shamed out of the trick"
"the trick" funny guy.
Hes saying how it is hard to pinpoint his birthday because he always remained elusive about it.
"he never disclosed the month or day. This was because he did not desire any birthday sacrifice or feast; yet he himself sacrificed on the traditional birthdays of Plato and Socrates, afterwards giving a banquet at which every member of the circle who was able was expected to deliver an address."
the whole correspondence between philosophic circles at this time is so raw, disclosed, fruitful. It is from this period that many religious overtones came to dominance. But hey, its just the history of the program that delivers to us right now today what we take as being valid contexts for reality. Not to bother...
I say not to bother because of a new study I am taking up, although slowly at first seeing the large amount of reading I have for my classes. Its quite off the subject, yet only so due to its hidden relevance. This is the Mayan long count calendar.
FOr instance, in my historiography class a conversation arose regarding the possibility of there being an "objective" viewpoint to history... what is truth, etc etc. Anyway, during all of this I was thinking about shamanic history, or at least what I currently know about it. It sprung to my mind, rather logically, that this question of what is history, does it have an evolution or not etc., could be enormously relieved if we take into consideration what information other human beings have, pre-dating your own culture's self-awareness, regarding the history of man.
Long sentence, but once again I'll state that this still seems very logical to me, IF one is truly interested in gaining a larger historical perspective.
long story way short: I got two books on the subject of the Mayan calendar and have been reading them intensely. The whole idea of prehistory astounds me, because if you can understand patterns then it becomes a marvelous thing how these ancient civilizations draw parallels to the inner landscape of our modern brains. (if you are aware).
also, its a field which none can take seriosuly just by someone bringing it up. When I mentioned that in class the responses were mixed. My professor, being a learned guy from Harvard, made a nerdy joke about rastafarians and tried mimicking a high, rasta voice and saying "we are all from mother africa.."
To which I replied "actually, yes, we are...quite literally"
A few people looked at me inquisitively, interested.... but I understand the dynamics of the graduate class and understand that a topic such as this cannot be seriously carried on by a professor; so I understand the initial disregards.
but nonetheless....
it is a serious issue to contemplate.
one, because its implications shed light on the ill-prepared state of mind a lot of you people are in. With the Mayan historical framework, one could safely assume that the next couple decades will see the birth of a higher frequency of resonance, one which deserves its place at the beginning of a heaven-shift. The heaven shift, the baktun, being a unit of the Mayan division and subdivision of historical time.
Not getting into any sort of detail, partly because of its immense nature and partly due to my insecurity in trying to describe it fruitfully at this point, let me just say that its implications are exciting.
Im not sure what my generation is thinking, seeing that you all rarely put a definitive stamp on the fabbric of reality I am free to sense. But I would cautiously reccomend looking into the matter. I say cautiously because like ANY MEANINGFUL INTELLIGENCE it will get raped and fucked up at its inception and will grow to tumoric proportions (which it already has)- new age assholes and the like. But, if you are really into this reality thing this earth has going on here, I HIGHLY, yet cautiously, advise you to seek....
regarding this whole reality thing... its so not surprising how my generation is turning out. A bunch of obedient watchers. I find myself to be supremely aware, at all times, of the people around me. In my daily surroundings, at work where I run into hundreds of people a day, and other places including the internet, I find myself able to sense patterns and to apply some sort of dialectic to situations henceforth giving them some sort of fantastical meaning... I am a dramatist in my mind, I trod the intellectual landscape in tearful stupors at times, only to find that this causes confusion and concern among the people of the immediate urth. (urth: my word for 'the stuff of the earth')
so, what im trying to get across is that I am a huge fan of giving meaning to things. Like I said, things arise around me and they take on a meaning that spans millenia, sometimes galaxies. I LOVE our ability to give meaning to things, its the most loved freedom. With this said, when something comes along that I cannot give any meaning to, I question it. It just may so happen that I have yet to download the required information that would enable me to birth it with meaning. This has been the case at times, especially with things that in the past didnt appeal to me but now do. In a case like that it was simply TIME that needed to pass before I acquired the essential information that would THUS enable me to give meaning to such and such an object. In other cases the required information (the building blocks of perception) is accessed through other means, because you know, TIME is such a drag to wait for.
In some rare cases, I have seen people whose entire existences were fixated on such and such a pool of information. So the idea isnt fatalism-
this is to be continued.....sexy and female buds await.... |
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[Feb. 13th, 2007|02:28 pm] |
damn son. if anyone ever finds themselves some extra time I recommend brewing a nice pot of coffee and plowing through a classical text.
They have acquired an academic personality, but fuck that- they are some of the most entertaining and enlightening texts to be found. Way before our modern cynicism and all the rest.
its amazing. I am now starting to understand the passion of philossophers and the like, because they have all read this stuff. It employs oneself to wander the intellectual landscape of the past with a light foot and shoot oneself into the city streets and porticoes of antiquity.... an antiquity which is, strangely enough, inside our very cells. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2007|03:15 pm] |
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as a person in one of the first generations to actually get the chance to freely surf 'the web' for content ive come across listless things that have sparked my fancy and proceeded to tickle my brain forward
as there would be the odd-behaving peasants at the frontier of ancient Roman territory, so there was also the city Roman striving for this thing called Rationality and 'virtue'. As there was then, it shall be now. Peoples not mentioned; no first-person narratives escaped into the histories, but nevertheless they indeed were (are) us. The ones whose camps happened to be at the edge of the Roman empire, the ones of them who would, knowing of the Roman predilection towards dance and song, chant rhythmically in tones that Id imagine would be quite fearful- especially at night.
Ill even give you a piece of it from Plutarch, describing events within this territory:
"The Cimbris (Romans) were held up by various delays, but the Teutones and Ambrones (forest people) set out at once, crossed over the intervening country, and soon came into sight. Thier numbers appeared to be infinite; they were hideous to look at; thier speech and thier shouting were unlike those of other peoples. Spreading over the large part of the plain, they made thier camp and challenged Marius to battle."
Not getting into detail: Marius is the Roman general here and after this sign of "we've fucking had it, we are going to challenge your fucking empire, even if we die in doing so" by these barbarians, I can only imagine the scene in its literal sense- wow... Big-bodied, tall Germanics and thier fair-skinned, seemingly insane, unpredictable and fearless women yelling from afar. So Marius, being an intelligent General, also picked up a sense of humanity along the way, or at least its diversity. He tells his men to not do a thing, but to observe these people, the enemy, so as to make oneself not afraid of them. The theory being that when you get accustomed to something you once feared because of its novelty, you then no longer have that fear keeping you from fighting hardest against them. "When a thing is strange it will seem more frightening even than it is.." He does this because many of them were freaking out over the odd-behavior and sounds coming the enemy. The enemy in this historical sense, is essentially peoples who do no want to be (at this point anyway) part of the emerging empire of the Roman state. Bear in mind that Marius has a soothsayer named Martha with him during this time. Also during this period there is a small river creek, in the 'beyond' territory just outside the Roman camp of Marius, whose soldiers have strict orders NOT to engage or even to drink from the water! (Imagine...) So there are these guys, extremely thirsty; very, very thirsty (its hot and sunny out) and their camp followers! Romans. The soldiers know what'll happen if they dare break the command by Marius, but these camp followers are more of a civilian stock and decide at some point to go to the river to get some water. Marius had told the soldier if they wanted it that they could have the whole river if they wanted it, IF, they are willing to pay for it with their own blood.
But picture these camp followers. Running out of water for them and their animals a while ago, they had enough and stumble to the river. At first a few "enemies" came out, but probably seeing the size of the body of people coming chose to relinquish their curiosity.
What was the enemy doing?
Well:
"Only a few of the enemy came out against them at first. The majority were enjoying a meal after bathing. For the place was full of hot springs and by these springs the Romans surprised a considerable number of the natives, who were feasting and enjoying themselves in the novelty of their pleasant surroundings."
...although these people leave us no glimpse into what they were like, etc., it remains intriguing to imagine how many of us come from this stock of pagans...
Now there is a scuffle and some yells and sooner than you know it the Ambrones, an enormous tribe, get distracted from their feasting. Marius finds it hard to control his soldiers under these circumstances. There are about 30,000 Ambrones:
"These Ambrones, though their bodies were gorged with food and thier minds disturbed and intoxicated with strong drink, did not come rushing on in any frantic or disorderly manner; nor was there anything inarticulate about thier battle cry. They came forward clashing thier arms together rhythmically, and all leaping up together in the air (keep in mind they are FUCKED UP DRUNK), often shouting in unison their name...."
I dont know whether its Plutarch or myself who finds this next peice of history a bit odd yet interesting...
The Romans had to act and come to the aide of thier Italian allies in fighting these natives. They cut them down brutally, catching them in the river and filling up the river with bodies and blood. Its hard to imagine such a scene. But in this chaos the Romans push forward, you know, just to see whats going on in this mysteryland, and proceed to essentially slay everyone they came into.
A frightening image is during this initial pillaging. It is impossible to constantly keep an army of men without letting them get their aggression out. Logically it makes no sense to pillage a newly found territory in a chaotic situation, but if you're a newly emerging empire resting on the sole existence of this military believing they are vital and virtuous, along with the fact that they are around guys only most of the time- you get the release valve of empire: manufactured testosterone.
In the chaos these women, you know who you are, came out and went FUCKING NUTS on the Romans.
Let me quote:
"Here the women came out against them, armed with swords and axes and making the most horrible shrieking, and tried to drive back both the pursuers and the pursued" (the pursued being their own men also) "They threw themselves into the thick of the fighting, tearing at the Romans' shields with their bare hands or clutching at their swords, and, though their bodies were gashed and wounded, they endured it to the end with unbroken spirits.."
Damn. So, whats the next logical thing to happen? Night falls.
Thats right, fucking pitch black night. Only moonlight night. And you, are in the forestry mysteryland that was north, northeastern Italy. Full of who knows what. So its night now, and after killing a gigantic amount of natives you have to sleep, right?
"After killing great numbers of the Ambrones the Romans withdrew and night fell. There they had a great success, but there were no songs of victory in the camp, no drinking in the tents or cheerful conversations over dinner or- what is the best thing of all after winning a battle- untroubled sleep."
Now here's the painting, the image download:
"Instead they passed a night that was, more than any other, full of fear and confusion. For their camp had no stockade or wall; there were still thousands upon thousands of the barbarians who were undefeated..; from this huge host all through the night there arouse and echoed among the mountains and over the river valley a cry of lamentation- not a cry that sounded like the wailing and mourning of human beings, but something which, while expressing imprecations, menaces and complaints, was more like the howling of wild animals. As the awful noise filled the whole plain, so were the Romans filled with terror and Marius himself was afraid as he awaited some disorganized and tumultuous night attack."
I dont know, i got the chills when i read over that part.
But these people on the fringes of civilization....are they really "on the fringes"? Or is that a false organizing of their place in time and space. For one, why are their practices and ways defeated; and two, what ways and customs overcome them? It could be useful to remember that the conquering armies of empires have always found great treasures in the lands they conquer; treasures evidently they themselves could not produce for their own enrichment. Just as these people gave Catalus a bronze bull to swear on and to eventually bring back to his house. The relations between conquerer and conquered are more complex than one will generalize them to be.
These people begin to mingle and, looking back from this point, we can see how a few generations and a change in rhetoric, in reality-construction (language) can severe people from one ideological presence to another. But for the moment we are offered a glimpse into our distant, but nowhere near unappreciative past.
You've all seen this guy.
Blue collar. Drives a van for work.
Around 1ish, probably his lunch break, sitting in front of 7-Eleven eating a trans-fat croissant and a taquito bullshit wrap of the sorts. Why not go get a nice slice of pizza or a sandwich from the deli or Panera and enjoy your luch man? This is his life, possibly his routine.
And just as there are Ambrones and the natives.... so there is him.
The question is then, how many of you are like him, just not sitting in front of a 7-Eleven? Instead it is the television.
-and while speaking there was a split moment where, in the passion of passing
this knowledge through his self into others, he caught the instant in one of the student's eyes when the brain opens up and allows the neurons and photons to produce such susceptible information and imagery with ease- no impediment, but rather unbridled association with the hologram encapsulations called sentences pouring uncontrollably out of his tongue. This monkey speaks in holograms and in this instant of pure association he lept into the brainhole eye of the student- only to encounter the same archaic information he himself had spent years questioning the existence of. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2007|05:24 pm] |
I was in the shower just before and for some reason I was thinking about population and the problems it creates. Naturally the earth deals with it by starving babies and others who are just too much. I got mad for a split second, clenched my fists and yelled "STOP FUCKING STOP STOP STOP".
But then Im thinking why should anyone not be able to?
then it came to me (no pun intended)
CUMSHOTS.
Seriously. I mean, OBVIOUSLY people are cumming in vaginas. STOP. If only we could send an envoy of sorts to these parts of the world and teach them the practice and beauty of cumshots!
Okay....it wouldnt solve the population problem, but it sure as hell would help lower the incidents of childbirth! who knows by how much percent.
You tell them "you see....you like fucking the vagina? Okay....now you see, when you're about to come PULL OUT and shoot it all over her face! Stomach, neck, wherever! Its fun, see!"
Cum all over your partner's face and then go make some tofu and rice, curry, or whatever dish is popular in your part of the world.
saving the population increase one facial at a time. Keep that in mind: each cumshot saves a life. |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2007|12:33 am] |
when someone sees a UFO and its described on tv or in a book, its always common to state that it remains a debated issue. Its a debate now? Between who exactly? I mean, if I were in the shoes of the one who actually viewed or experienced this event, there sure as hell would not be a debate going on in my mind. Of course the people who were not there are going to be automatically a priori stuck into a category of the negative- "no, it might as well not have happened for all I am concerned". Well still, its not a debate. The issue is one that stands in a peculiar logical position- I mean, where shall one draw the distinction between logic and illogic on an issue such as this? Logic, supposed to be a universal all-absorbing entity, cannot simply be placed on either side here. For some mysterious reason, even the most staunch rationalist, even if they ventured to apply a logical stalemate- "the seer of the UFO has logic in his subjective experience and the non-seer has logic in their inexperience"- Granted, one can draw the logical distinction in such a way.
living something truly and purely, whether simply a concept or an elaborated ideal, can only exist in that true and pure state. This of course is the state of experience. I see these great thinkers Im bringing to life as true forms of their shadows- their texts. The true form of them lies in a past timeline realm in various parts of the globe. What we have at the moment is the inexperienced speculation rising and vehement, howling 'curses at mankind' and anything else they have not welcomed into speculation. [holographic capability of our brains]
damn, these incidents are insane. they are so universal, the accounts. the demand for empirical proof has taken its dominant form in the example of rational, atheistic and rigid empiricists clamoring over available data proving the existence of Gods and spirits. Consequently this has lead to an almost total agreement not to believe in things, especially not things which cause a shift from being whatever shape and form your cultural modality chooses its machine-like pawns of practical living to be.
You could, at the very moment, even go so far as to use current empirical proofs- lets fastidiously not use the UFO example- proofs such as the inflating poverty rates, the lessening of oil, etc. Have your pick. What would someone respond with to such empirical proofs that should, according to their morality, arouse some sort of emotion either towards or against?
this is the inadequacy of CERTAIN... ::glares at the Church::.. moralities created and most overwhelmingly proliferated as of yet.
If one wants to split hairs, it can also be added that CERTAIN ::glares at the Church::... moralities couldve nonetheless become super movers and shakers in the realpolitik of things. |
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[Jun. 7th, 2006|02:15 pm] |
anyone who watches comedy central probably knows this wendy's commercial where the guy orders a potato instead of fries, etc.
but why, at the end of the commercial when hes walking back to his seat, does the woman motion and say "call me"?
why is that in there? why is that woman alive? is she actually insinuating that she wants his cock? she doesnt even know the guy and yet she, this horny nymph who eats at wendy's has to let us, who are into the show not the commercials, know that she wants his cock. Great. Its so stupid and I feel so dumb when it comes on. I usually turn my head but cant often get the sound down before its over. So I psychically weep at the level some people are on where this commercial, well, is just that: a commercial. Standard. |
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[Jun. 7th, 2005|01:01 pm] |
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Gulianai's advice: "Dont forget, we are stronger than the terrorists are"
fuck Guliani.
its sad watching Blair. you got it wrong mister, these terrorists arent trying to change your "way of life and going about things". Give me a break. How long have people been studying these groups? Quite a while. Havent you read anything? Havent you read the history? Its not about changing your way of life. For the moment, of course, its tragic and changes things.....but this isnt the reason and you know it. Tell us the reason Blair- kill the Republican Elephant and its lies- save your people. Tell them why this is happening.
and US media can die. Each one of them doing thier best to distort tragedies. they just have to get thier little propaganda in every story, especially tragedies.
the g-8 summit? sarcastically asking- does this have anything to do with it?
you can never talk about reasons, so you keep the tragedy alive for as long as possible, so people cannot ask critical questions. I mean people who arnet direcetly effected of course, for they would be, rightfulkly so, too muchy in greif. But others should ask- but the media STOPS them from doing so.
im not doubting that Bush's team may be behind this one too. Hell, there hasnt been a terrorist attack on the western soil in a while.....you know. Now Bush wont use this tragedy to further his own war, now would he? ....
And its great that NONE of these people and groups that take part in bombings are from Iraq!
maybe this is even a way to get the attention off of the G-8 Summit- the world leaders of finance and capital. hmmm...... nothing can be put past these people.
Hasnt anyone EVER WONDERED why all these bombings, including 9-11, happen after Bush is in office? I mean there have been anti-terrorist units, but no real massive bombings like those after Bush illegally wins election. hmmm.....
but then again, I am a curious, critical thinker |
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[May. 31st, 2005|02:21 pm] |
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Ladytron is what i listen to lately.
solid band- with the extreme talent of imagery-
blue jeans: wow
a voice that swings glides |
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[Apr. 5th, 2005|12:47 pm] |
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direct connect is the shit. I seriously do not need anything else. I can basically get everything I want, there. Movies, every band in the world- surf hubs in Europe and Asia as well as anywhere there is one.
This, along with the harvest, makes me so content;
So along with this musical escapade, I got Horkheimer's "Eclipse of Reason"- I am going to say that the German writers/theorists/philosophers: Nietzsche, Marcuse, Adorno, and Horkheimer, have given me the full courage to now express my ideas concerning pop culture because of thier maniacal precision with words and ideas- thier insight is my insight.
Dreamed last night that I was on top of a staircase and there were models walking up it and past- some taking a seat on some chairs. It was strange because my mind had to constantly recreate the images of these models, who were wearing close to nothing (some of them) and were of varying races, complexions, and fashions- as well as personalities. This assumes that our minds create dreams and not some other source of contemplation-
because i know what I saw, and I admit to have watching runway "------", whatever you call those occurences where women models walk the runway and look really -------- i love it. But i didnt think my mind was ready to create such people in the dreamworld yet-
But then i was thinking, our minds receive so many flashes of images per day and per year and per month that every psuedo-individual in this place can imagine and construct any other person by name and appearance.
You dont have to be an expert to know how models walk- to know how thier faces seem to mesh with the whitish blur of flashing lights- the eyes vacant and serious-
I did have a threesome in my dream- it was surreal-
and ive gottten to the point in my life where I am SO aware of EVERYTHING around me including, and especually, my own consciousness that I was wondering if it was actually transpiring- so I stopped awkwardly in my dream- and the "people" in it acted accordingly- gave me looks of "are you okay" and others just, well, there are other ways-
didnt know the girl(s), some looked so familiar though
the one in the threesome was petite, small, and was like a figure of fire- as soon as hands touched her it was over
it went on and i went on- the models were attractive, wearing underwear but tank tops which seemed like cotton but were tight and light colours- like white, pink, yellow, blue,
i would stare at thier faces because I didnt believe this was real- facial structures were so defined- some were off just a bit, but i like that- I like when there is an obtrusion or hidden curve or a meaningful valley and cheek bones- a chizzled face like a triangle- all faces and bodies- they looked good
tea is good. i havent gotten sick (nor have i eaten flesh) in a year and a few months! :)
the only flesh I eat is the chewable flesh of loose skin and privacy-
its great tea tea is great |
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I have a shitty tits and ass cock. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2005|11:57 am] |
Okay, i cant help but say this. I am a huge fan of Dennis Leary, Ive heard a LOT of his stuff. I also am a fanatic listener of Bill Hicks. I believe Dennis Leary uses some of Bill Hicks' material during his shows. Its uncanny, because they both say the punch lines in the same way. Now, they may have been freinds while Bill was alive, but its just soooo odd to hear it because I believe Hicks was before Leary, albiet both of thier shows are insanely funny- even the identical parts.
"Pornography. Problem with porniography is basically this....no one knows what it is. Other than that we have a pretty good grasp on the situation"
LOLZ!!! That wasnt one of the parts im talking aboutm but its still funny. |
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[Feb. 8th, 2005|11:07 am] |
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every time I lay in my bed at night I sigh, and then I think to myself "who will I meet tonight?" Its gotten to the point where I dream every fucking night, and every fucking night I am introduced, well more like thrown into, someone elses existence. Existence is not what little traits people learn along the way, its the action of this existence and images. Its not dreaming, its more like walking around and looking.
Ive realized that maybe something is showing me that love is the only way out of existence, the only way to salvation. But this is redundant, so I leave it there. Last night I had a dream, that two younger guys were in my backyard and my dad caught them there- he pulled one of them by thier collars because hes a modest man without the initial animosity of physical violence. But this other guy got caught in between a fence, and what "seemed" to be my uncle (of the same non-violent caliber) was holding a dog on a leash. This dog was eating this guy. I dont know where, but all I remember seeing is a frenzy of jaw and human. This went on for a while- but there were two dogs, and he pulled one away. It was a small white one, a poodle of some sort- the kind with human hair instead of fur. The reason for this is because the blood on this poodle's mouth was the deepest red ive laid "eyes" on. white dog. Such a small dog, so much blood. But the accent wasnt on the blood, it was on the irony of the situation- I could not stand to see such horror- the CONCEPT of a man getting mauled by such a small dog was striking- and if it was a hungry wolf it wouldnt have been half as moving-
It reminded me of a time I went to 7-Eleven and a fight broke out. Fights seem to break out in front of me wherever I go, yet I am never in them. And every time I leave with a sick feeling of wanting to put to death every human being on earth- even the saints and mystics with thier everlasting love. I get spiteful after seeing violence, and think what a disgrace that loving people still exist. The same feeling. It was like 7 guys beating one guy, with drunk girls cheering them on. I dont know what it is, but I think women are not in need of any sort of treatment- is the man in the middle getting beaten deserve any treatment while the women stand and watch?
I can see how violence breeds violence- because I am not one to fight, ever. But when I see random violence I want to murder. And not with fists or knives either, but with massive armies beyond my sight. I want to launch uranium projectiles into every home and have cancer invade the moderators of this social disorder. How could a woman bear to have such a being come from her? A being liable to be hung, imprisoned, burnt at the stake or prone to modern nucleic infection? How is it that these walking sticks of meat continue to bruise each others meat? peirce each others meat? watch the meat of others disintegrate.
if love is a virtue.......
Maybe we should take a closer look at the Chinese philosophy. The biggest crime is bringing a girl into this world. Not because of her gender, but because of what she already is before her birth.
And the odd thing is, when she is born, people will carry this sullen disgust- not at her, but at her existence- a great sadness. Tell her she is beautiful, its something to strive for. And people will live complete lives until death not knowing this secret hidden in minds of surrounders.
Garble. There is so much....STUFF above and below the existence- a great massive pillow of patronizing traits to sign up for. Make a check next to the traits you wish to possess.
I am flying high and I can hardly make out what everyone is doing.
what happened to Pan?
why was Troy destroyed?
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