"This is the haunting period, the time when the demons of regret come for you."
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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Saturday, February 14, 2009
acrostic
Faking Intelligence
Only let's you
Open up the Idiot
Living Inside.
Through a parallel Universe
The sky
in a Rose
Red like the life in us all
Petals to waterfall
millions up millions upon the roof
a swallow
through the silver Shimmer
a ring
like 306 degrees of pure oxygen
hydrogen times 2
breathe
like the Fool
The wideman doth
as is
they share this ony world like
You
Me
and IT
All of IT
this world
Clear as the sky
is the question?
just have fun
Under
Below
Beneath
the SUN
A brief eternity
What seems is seen in those dreams
is reality reality?
Gave a pull on the string of my heart
really it beats
Grace or a kick
Drums on the soul
Only let's you
Open up the Idiot
Living Inside.
Through a parallel Universe
The sky
in a Rose
Red like the life in us all
Petals to waterfall
millions up millions upon the roof
a swallow
through the silver Shimmer
a ring
like 306 degrees of pure oxygen
hydrogen times 2
breathe
like the Fool
The wideman doth
as is
they share this ony world like
You
Me
and IT
All of IT
this world
Clear as the sky
is the question?
just have fun
Under
Below
Beneath
the SUN
A brief eternity
What seems is seen in those dreams
is reality reality?
Gave a pull on the string of my heart
really it beats
Grace or a kick
Drums on the soul
VALENFUCKINTINES DAY
Self-Destruction is the theme of the day!! So take your pills and bite your nails!! Cut your arms and masturbate !! Self Loathe!! Disintegrate!! Be Bitter and be alone!! Hate your love and think like an evil scientist!! Plot and scheme.
I was gonna try to make this blog a non-personal thing. I wanted it to be so unconnected to my personal life as possible. Just a stream of emotions and thoughts completely separate from my existence but totally joined with our existence. I'm troubled by the events of my life and the heat of my emotions have not allowed me to cool out utilizing the usual tools of comfort. I don't use my guitar to give my passive agressive monkey on my back a banana because all I can think of is that stupid fucking idiot frat boy carichature with his NY yankees cap with its unbent brim tilted slightly sideways and his desk drawer full of Flunitrazepam and condoms with his untuned 6 string in a stand at the end of his bed below a fucking Bob Marley or Sublime poster. Hijacked, fucking hijacked. So anyone who reads this, which I doubt anyone does, gets to listen to me bitch and complain about the slipping beliefs I once held and because of personal tragedy and love lost scenarios are making pack up and take a trip... in whatever sense of the word helps.
I used to be so objective. I would comfort a lonely friend with "emotions are temporary" or "all you need is you". The desire to smash all that tries to do the same to me is a pretty formative emotion at the moment and I hope to hell that "emotions are temporary."
Don't get this wrong, if you're thinking this is some kind of end note, it's not. I don't think suicide in its self is really a worthwhile venture. Of course it does solve some problems, but I believe in Karma and Reincarnation, so why create a brand new fucked situation when I can sit in the piss of this one while its still warm and not smelling of ammonia yet. Again more beliefs that are being shaken off of my crown: "Everyone I experience is a result of their own karmic pasts and they are merely playing their part as they are responsible to the universe and I need not be hurt nor angry with a mere mortal taking orders from the everything that is existense." Hahahaha, fuck that shit, it is pure and absolute filthy knowledge that I believe but cannot accept at the moment.
Fuck it, it's a phase. I'm just angry.
I was gonna try to make this blog a non-personal thing. I wanted it to be so unconnected to my personal life as possible. Just a stream of emotions and thoughts completely separate from my existence but totally joined with our existence. I'm troubled by the events of my life and the heat of my emotions have not allowed me to cool out utilizing the usual tools of comfort. I don't use my guitar to give my passive agressive monkey on my back a banana because all I can think of is that stupid fucking idiot frat boy carichature with his NY yankees cap with its unbent brim tilted slightly sideways and his desk drawer full of Flunitrazepam and condoms with his untuned 6 string in a stand at the end of his bed below a fucking Bob Marley or Sublime poster. Hijacked, fucking hijacked. So anyone who reads this, which I doubt anyone does, gets to listen to me bitch and complain about the slipping beliefs I once held and because of personal tragedy and love lost scenarios are making pack up and take a trip... in whatever sense of the word helps.
I used to be so objective. I would comfort a lonely friend with "emotions are temporary" or "all you need is you". The desire to smash all that tries to do the same to me is a pretty formative emotion at the moment and I hope to hell that "emotions are temporary."
Don't get this wrong, if you're thinking this is some kind of end note, it's not. I don't think suicide in its self is really a worthwhile venture. Of course it does solve some problems, but I believe in Karma and Reincarnation, so why create a brand new fucked situation when I can sit in the piss of this one while its still warm and not smelling of ammonia yet. Again more beliefs that are being shaken off of my crown: "Everyone I experience is a result of their own karmic pasts and they are merely playing their part as they are responsible to the universe and I need not be hurt nor angry with a mere mortal taking orders from the everything that is existense." Hahahaha, fuck that shit, it is pure and absolute filthy knowledge that I believe but cannot accept at the moment.
Fuck it, it's a phase. I'm just angry.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Rot
The reader needs to aquaint themself with the truth. The reader needs to bring awareness to their eyes. We need to become students of the art of dissent and enlightenment. We live in a bully's sphere of influence with its fear based overlordship dangling its phallic dominance over our cringing heads. Everything shaped like a dick and we stand and yawn at the marginalization of the female in every corner of this globe.
We're a a herd of sheep bahhing for protection that we don't need. But the shephard doesn't have a crook, he's got a great big dildo-headed spear that he can either ease in, if we obey, or ram on home, if we don't.
The oppressors have used a divide and conquer platform and we've taken in hook, line, and sinker. How the fuck can we think about who is enslaving us when we are so easily distracted by our fear of Muslims, our prejudices against blacks, our petrified neglect of the issue of prisons and capital punishment. We compete on every level. I commend professor Denis Rancourt who on the first day of his senior physics class announced to his students that they would all be receiving A+'s. I think his reasoning was something along the lines of his job being to help them learn not to rank them so their potential employers would have an easier job in choosing among the graduate pool. Of course he was immediately released from his duties of creating scientists. Wouldn't it be nice if teachers were more like teachers and less like assembly line workers, cranking out american zombie after american zombie ready for the work force.
Hell, I'm a B- student, here in my senior year, on my way to my degree in Bull Shit Finance. All my class mates ask me, "why in the world would you major in Finance if you are an Anarchist?". I guess you gotta know your enemy, right? Sitting through these classes I see educated americans succombing, actually i wouldn't even call it succombing, it's more like voluntarily surrendering, to a life in which their weaknesses are exploited and vulnerabilities turned into food for conformity.
What we are involved in should be a war. This is not a system of forced compliance like that of the fascist of old, this is a system of trickery. We should be at war with these fascist fucks. We can either choose to break out of this state of numbing complacency and bondage or go ahead and recycle our culture to our children and their children and so on. Like fucking machines, replacing eachother as they break down and degredation sets in, we don't progress we just look shinier and newer and we don't make as much noise when we are being used.
Anarchists, from whatever walk of the black you stride, primitivists, communists, feminists, and just plain anti-capitalists, we need to be mature enough to understand that our enemies know our weaknesses better than we do. They know how different we are from each other. They know how we struggle and compete to live and eat. They use these facts against us at every turn. We need to work together and brandish our arms, may they be
We're a a herd of sheep bahhing for protection that we don't need. But the shephard doesn't have a crook, he's got a great big dildo-headed spear that he can either ease in, if we obey, or ram on home, if we don't.
The oppressors have used a divide and conquer platform and we've taken in hook, line, and sinker. How the fuck can we think about who is enslaving us when we are so easily distracted by our fear of Muslims, our prejudices against blacks, our petrified neglect of the issue of prisons and capital punishment. We compete on every level. I commend professor Denis Rancourt who on the first day of his senior physics class announced to his students that they would all be receiving A+'s. I think his reasoning was something along the lines of his job being to help them learn not to rank them so their potential employers would have an easier job in choosing among the graduate pool. Of course he was immediately released from his duties of creating scientists. Wouldn't it be nice if teachers were more like teachers and less like assembly line workers, cranking out american zombie after american zombie ready for the work force.
Hell, I'm a B- student, here in my senior year, on my way to my degree in Bull Shit Finance. All my class mates ask me, "why in the world would you major in Finance if you are an Anarchist?". I guess you gotta know your enemy, right? Sitting through these classes I see educated americans succombing, actually i wouldn't even call it succombing, it's more like voluntarily surrendering, to a life in which their weaknesses are exploited and vulnerabilities turned into food for conformity.
What we are involved in should be a war. This is not a system of forced compliance like that of the fascist of old, this is a system of trickery. We should be at war with these fascist fucks. We can either choose to break out of this state of numbing complacency and bondage or go ahead and recycle our culture to our children and their children and so on. Like fucking machines, replacing eachother as they break down and degredation sets in, we don't progress we just look shinier and newer and we don't make as much noise when we are being used.
Anarchists, from whatever walk of the black you stride, primitivists, communists, feminists, and just plain anti-capitalists, we need to be mature enough to understand that our enemies know our weaknesses better than we do. They know how different we are from each other. They know how we struggle and compete to live and eat. They use these facts against us at every turn. We need to work together and brandish our arms, may they be
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
DO THAT OR HAVE THAT OR WHATEVER
The memory... my son, he used to make eye contact with me with no guilt or qualms and he makes sure that I notice him look up at the ceiling fan. He's had this fascination of things in the air since he was born. Maybe looking up is ingrained in our souls. Is that our natural acceptance of authority. We are born into this being who constantly looks up at that which can protect us and give us orders to keep us safe and warm and make us giggle and smile.
If my son grew to accept that all that was bigger than him were his master then he would definitely not smear the toothpaste everywhere in the bathroom, atleast weekly, like he does, atleast weekly. My requests as a bigger being would suffice him to oblige. His rebellion has never instilled feelings of needing to strike fear inside of him to control him. He knows that I love him and my role as a father is not to control him but to keep him healthy and safe.
Why then has our great father, the government chosen to do the opposite. Why do we keep up this charade of protector/protected when it is more of a "do as I say or you won't eat" scenario? Why is every one of our peculiar frailties preyed upon by our father?
This is actually not helping, I can't find the cohesion to make this comparison work. All I know is I love family and they rely on me. Because I am not a fucked up monster I am not going to bleed them dry in compensation for the safekeeping of them. If anything, I guess this can be a documentation of a memory that I hope to hell will never fade from me. Little Gio with his brand new eyes with the innocence of never felt want taking that ceiling fan into his smile.
If my son grew to accept that all that was bigger than him were his master then he would definitely not smear the toothpaste everywhere in the bathroom, atleast weekly, like he does, atleast weekly. My requests as a bigger being would suffice him to oblige. His rebellion has never instilled feelings of needing to strike fear inside of him to control him. He knows that I love him and my role as a father is not to control him but to keep him healthy and safe.
Why then has our great father, the government chosen to do the opposite. Why do we keep up this charade of protector/protected when it is more of a "do as I say or you won't eat" scenario? Why is every one of our peculiar frailties preyed upon by our father?
This is actually not helping, I can't find the cohesion to make this comparison work. All I know is I love family and they rely on me. Because I am not a fucked up monster I am not going to bleed them dry in compensation for the safekeeping of them. If anything, I guess this can be a documentation of a memory that I hope to hell will never fade from me. Little Gio with his brand new eyes with the innocence of never felt want taking that ceiling fan into his smile.
Friday, February 6, 2009
ROAD SIGNS BEING HACKED
I found this at whatreallyhappened.com ... and I laughed and almost cried. This is the kind of revolution we should have. Undermining Government and creating comic relief, this is stress relieving, antiestablishment good times, people. I encourage to do the same anyway here it is
full coverage at http://www.ibtimes.com/articles/20090204/hacker-road-signs-zombies.htm
Hackers are distracting motorists by hacking electronic road signs in some states as electronic road message boards meant to warn motorists of possible trouble are increasingly being hacked.
Pranksters are putting up words that may endanger and distract drivers from heeding legitimate hazards down the road saying 'zombies' or 'raptors ahead.' Just days earlier, a sign read, "NAZI ZOMBIES! RUN!!!" and "ZOMBIES IN AREA! RUN" flashed on electronic sign boards at a busy Austin intersection, just west of the University of Texas campus.
Last Monday, the electronic message on a sign in Carmel's construction zone at Indiana's Hamilton County, warned drivers of "RAPTORS AHEAD... CAUTION."
Another recent prank yesterday appeared when hackers changed a road sign along southbound Interstate 255 near this St. Louis that read, "DAILY LANE CLOSURES DUE TO ZOMBIES."
How exactly pranksters did these remains unclear; highway safety officials are not amused.
"We don't want (drivers) being distracted by a funny sign," appealed by Joe Gasaway an Illinois Department of Transportation supervisory field engineer.
Oh yeah I almost forgot here's a fun little new queer anarchist periodical I came across. It's the first issue so eat it up. http://zinelibrary.info/pink-and-black-attack-1
full coverage at http://www.ibtimes.com/articles/20090204/hacker-road-signs-zombies.htm
Hackers are distracting motorists by hacking electronic road signs in some states as electronic road message boards meant to warn motorists of possible trouble are increasingly being hacked.
Pranksters are putting up words that may endanger and distract drivers from heeding legitimate hazards down the road saying 'zombies' or 'raptors ahead.' Just days earlier, a sign read, "NAZI ZOMBIES! RUN!!!" and "ZOMBIES IN AREA! RUN" flashed on electronic sign boards at a busy Austin intersection, just west of the University of Texas campus.
Last Monday, the electronic message on a sign in Carmel's construction zone at Indiana's Hamilton County, warned drivers of "RAPTORS AHEAD... CAUTION."
Another recent prank yesterday appeared when hackers changed a road sign along southbound Interstate 255 near this St. Louis that read, "DAILY LANE CLOSURES DUE TO ZOMBIES."
How exactly pranksters did these remains unclear; highway safety officials are not amused.
"We don't want (drivers) being distracted by a funny sign," appealed by Joe Gasaway an Illinois Department of Transportation supervisory field engineer.
Oh yeah I almost forgot here's a fun little new queer anarchist periodical I came across. It's the first issue so eat it up. http://zinelibrary.info/pink-and-black-attack-1
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