ISHITONYOURFACE

Existence is a tyrannical being. It is the diplacusis absent knowledge, and absolution.

The big bad wolf: Reality.

I, your caped crusader, will free you from the ties that bind you. I’m actually zoning out now; for those of you who don’t get what I mean, it’s a state of narcolepsy where you dream with your eyes open, very common for insomniacs.

But it will be embarrassing to tell you what I’m seeing, I don’t like people making fun of I think that the sight of watching five individuals suffering from dwarfism(I don’t think I can say ‘midget’, thus the euphemism) spank a man with thousand island dressing is cute.

So absent knowledge, haven’t I been going enough on that.

Ok, take for example, my favourite victim: Morality.

Why is morality not objective?

-Take the unicorn example for instance: let’s say morality has become the ecumenical way of life, and that everything else opposing is obsolete.

Ok, so take for example a unicorn, something people believed to have existed for ages, but never really proved existence.

So one day, this zoologist finds a ‘unicorn’ and conducts scientific experimentation with the proper team and a lab to conduct research on this creature.

The find out that it’s a horse, only with an artificial horn and wings.

Take the horse as universal preferable behaviour(UPB) and the extra bits as morality.

The UPB would be based on the adjustment of “maladjustment” of the ethics of the cosmopolite. But I’ll just end here now.

So anyway, enough about that, it was my birthday yesterday and damn, it was fucking awesome, especially since ‘you’ were there.

Heh, first in the morning, then in the evening, I think we spent quite a crazy day, but I guess you should take your time, like we' kept stressing to each other, only fools rush in. Well, I just want to thank you, that’s all, you made me very happy, really.

Joy, I know what you might be thinking, but it’s not what you think. It’s been a while since we’ve actually sat down and had a good talk, but when we try to make that happen, it usually ends up in silence. I really really tried to make the best out of the 3 years we were together, I never thought it would be this way between us, but I guess shit happens and people fuck up.

Well, you’ve got your other darlings now, so I guess you’ll be fine, I’ve gotta make something out of my mind, just something.

But you’ve got me so confused, Joy, I used to think I know exactly what you want and who you are, but now, but things change and ideals combust.

But to you, W, let’s just wait for each other, I don’t want to leave you hanging and heartbroken, I want to be sure, as for now, you make me as happy as I could have ever been, I’ve already told you why, it’s your turn, cupcake, by the way, you look so cute when you sleep. ;)

To everyone else, thanks, but thanks for trying to remember it’s my birthday, not that it does matter, but thanks for the effort :)

Down Fascist, Down.

It’s past the 20th of January, the end of the W Error(Era).

You know what I’m talking about; George W. ‘Fucking’ Bush. But that does not mean, I’m rooting for the democrat, Obama.

Fucking fascist is gone, finally, but anyway, Americans should be celebrating not the pride of their troops “protecting” their country, but the return of their biggest mistake in modern times.

You see, honestly, there is no ‘war’. It’s just fucking oppression because of a man who wanted to show his opponent who had the bigger dick, the bigger guns, the bigger military and of course, the bigger wallet. Honestly, after 9/11 and several other bombings, where several people were killed, what else did the terrorists do?

Nothing.

They’re terrorists, not the fucking Viet Cong. They spread fucking terror, not fight with anyone.

Well, for those who seem to be with Bush, then I guess it’s the war on “Terror”, but for those who beg to differ, then it’s the war on Error.

But I guess today marks the end of the modern day Hitler. I wish not to elaborate.

Something interesting about the new president I came across: His full name is Barack Hussein Obama; ‘Iraq’-Hussein-‘Osama’.

How fucking cute is that!?! hahaha, anyway, I want to start studying again, Psych 101- Introduction to Psychology. Bye!

zealous

Most of the time I think about how I’ve actually let go one of the most important things in my life, I try to eradicate this dirge of an absence by reading felicitous poetry, felicitous on an iniquitous sense that it not only soothes my bitterness, but also enlightens me to a nirvana of nothingness.

She brought me a euphoric state of analeptic bliss, far beyond an ancient flawless in romance.

Our discourse, that ended the relationship, brought me to a succumbing state of need, a famished wanting for something that was always there, but I always ignored.

There are occasions I try to regret, and I think that she feels almost the same, and sometimes I feel I should have done more than what I have done.  And sometimes I feel that I should have given more than what was expected.

Perhaps, if I was the guy I was today, 3 years ago, I would have been the greatest thing that she would ever come across.

But like a boat lost at sea, threading aimlessly in the boundless of every direction, rising and falling in the howling, mountainous waves, so sits I, wandering in the expandable infinities of both dream and existence.

It’s the poet’s task, my friend, to note his dreams and comprehend. Mankind’s most true delusion seems to be revealed to him in dreams: All poesy and versification, is merely dream interpretation.

Her love is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories. But all is left sovereign is now a mere proletariat in those fond memories, sharp as daggers, piercing deeper than the multitudes of heartache.

Sometimes I wonder how joyous it would be for her return, how I will think each day just each day, of how I can put a smile on that face of hers, that beautiful, beautiful smile of hers.

The impeachment of the epitome of all beauty.

But still, this heartache ravages me like the unspoken horrors of all tragedy.

heh, I finally feel like a heartbroken teenager.

Universally Preferable Behavior

In many fairy tales, there lives a terrible beast of stupendous power, a dragon or a basilisk, which tyrannizes the surrounding lands.

The local villagers tremble before this monster; they sacrifice their animals, pay money and blood in the hopes of appeasing its murderous impulses.

Most people cower under the shadow of this beast, calling their fear “prudence,” but a few – drunk perhaps on courage or foolhardiness – decide to fight. Year after year, decade after decade, wave after wave of hopeful champions try to match their strength, virtue and cunning against this terrible tyrant.

Try – and fail.

The beast is always immortal, so the villagers cannot hope for time to rid them of their despot. The beast is never rational, and has no desire to trade, and so no negotiations are possible.
The desperate villagers’ only hope is for a man to appear who can defeat the beast.

Inevitably, a man steps forward who strikes everyone as utterly incongruous. He is a stable boy, a shoemaker’s son, a baker’s apprentice – or sometimes, just a vagabond.

This is the story of my personal assault on just such a beast.

This “beast” is the belief that it is impossible to define an objective, rational, secular and scientific ethical system. This “beast” is the illusion that morality must forever be lost in the irrational swamps of gods and governments, enforced for merely pragmatic reasons, but forever lacking logical justification and
clear definition. This “beast” is the fantasy that virtue, our greatest joy, our deepest happiness, must be cast aside by secular grown-ups, and left in the dust to be pawed at, paraded and exploited by politicians and priests – and parents. This “beast” is the superstition that, without the tirades of parents, the
bullying of gods or the guns of governments, we cannot be both rational and good.

This beast has brought down many great heroes, from Socrates to Plato to Augustine to Hume to Kant to Rand.

The cost to mankind has been enormous.

Since we have remained unable to define a rational system of universal morality, we have been forced to inflict religious horror stories on our children, or give guns, prisons and armies to a small monopoly of soulless controllers who call themselves “the state.”

Since what we call “ethics” remains subjective(so to speak) and merely cultural, we inevitably end up relying on bullying, fear and violence to enforce social rules. Since ethics lack the rational basis of the scientific method, “morality” remains mired in a tribal war of bloody mythologies, each gang fighting tooth and nail for control over people’s allegiance to “virtue.”

We cannot live without morality, but we cannot define morality objectively – thus we remain eternally condemned to empty lives of pompous hypocrisy, cynical dominance or pious slavery.

Intellectually, there are no higher stakes in the world. Our failure to define objective and rational moral rules has cost hundreds of millions of human lives, in the wars of religions and states.

In many ways, the stakes are getting even higher.

This “Beast” is an incorrigible hypocrite, eclectic and cynical, megalomaniacal and perpetually ‘immortal’.

This “Beast” controls the incomings and outgoings of each of our orifices, and would take in the delight of watching you grovel across the field like a fallen, pathetic pawn.

This “Beast” is exactly like the God of Abraham; who will undisputedly send his opposition into endless torment and suffering for all forsaken eternity, but!

--He loves you…

Surely, it is only from the minds of the primitive, and obscure minds of our ancestors to be able to have cooked such a story up such as religion, which is one of the main control devices of this “Beast”.

It is the ecumenical deform and de-humanization of the municipal bonding.

This realization has given birth to a new generation of nihilists, just as it did in 19th century Germany. These extreme relativists reserve their most vitriolic attacks for anyone who claims any form of certainty. This postmodern generation has outgrown the cultural bigotries of their collective histories, but now view all truth as mere prejudicial assertion. Like wide-eyed children who have been scarred
into cynical “wisdom,” they view all communication as advertising, all claims as propaganda, and all moral exhortations as hypocritical thievery. Since we have no agreement on a cohesive, objective and rational framework for evaluating moral propositions, “morality” remains mired in mysticism, and its inevitable corollary of violence. Just as, prior to the Enlightenment, religious sects warred endlessly for control over the blades of the aristocracy, so now do competing moral mythologies war for control over the state, and all its machinery of coercion.

Thus morality remains, relative to modern science, just as medieval “astronomy” did to modern astronomy – a realm of imaginary mythology, enforced through storytelling, threats, compulsion and exploitation – which actively bars any real progress towards the truth.

So certainty, people, is an illusion, definition, is an illusion, you, this “Beast” and I are purely worthless creatures eating our way into a general form of ‘greatness’ and ‘admiration’, and 'power’.

Socrates—>Plato—>Aristotle

I have discovered that my true pursuit is to be nothing. But not the ubiquitous form of nothingness, but the iniquitous form.

Iniquitous in the sense that nothing does not apply to the statement ‘not anything’, the ‘nothing’ I am using is a manifestation of un-intrinsic, un-cosmological, and generally, out of this infinite universe.

My form of ‘nothingness’ applies to the entities that unbind me from the common norm of what we are today; it is beyond the thinking and the knowing and the understanding of what brings us to the modernisation of an epileptic melodrama that we today call humanity.

For there is no objective law, and no moral standard, no reality, no truth, nothing. These are the nothingness of which we are today, the material form of nothingness.

if you have read the entire story of King Midas, you would have know that he has consulted a daemon by the name of Silenus, the companion of Dionysus(that’s if you know your Greek history and mythology well). For many, Midas was the one with the golden touch, you know, everything he touched turned to gold and yada yada yada…

But here, I will not elaborate on his folly of endeavours.

So, Midas asks Silenus, “What is man’s greatest happiness?”

And Silenus turns to him in wretched grimness(hehehe), “Ephemeral wretch, begotten by accident and toil, why do you force me to tell you what it would be your greatest boon not to hear? What would be best for you is quite beyond your reach: Not to have been born, not to be, to be nothing. The second best is to die soon.”

Thus here, I shall embark on my essay on the quote.

So if to be nothing is beyond my reach, then surely the material, which is always in my grasp, is the treason for the knowing and understanding of what I oh so proclaim to lust.

Thus to be nothing must mean to be intangible.

So tell me, would this constitute to being immortal?

No.

To be nothing, intangible, is to be ideological, to be a manifestation of entities that cultivate within the brain, a driving force that embodies both cosmologically and within our infinite minds.

When I say that reality does not exist, I am merely pointing out the inconsistencies of what we conceive to be real, thus reality is an ideological form of things that occupy and consist of matter, and relative events that have happened. Then it is an ideology that will strive to exist within our understanding like a concrete wall.

But to be nothing is to be a completely different thing, it is beyond our understanding of what we have and it is the knowledge of what we must become to achieve our endeavours.

Why?

Because ideas never die.

Let’s take things relative here; take for example, our mind.

Relate it to our observable, expanding, infinite universe, then our mind is cosmological; ever expanding, and infinite. Then an idea is a nebular on the grounds on which we want to be based on. For example, we exist on earth, then that is the grounds on which we exist on, then an idea would be something we can only reach if we work towards it. Turn it back into realism, then we can only see a nebular through an extended telescope, but to reach it, we have to bribe NASA with a few billon dollars.

So then, this statement is then correct. To be nothing is quite beyond our grasp. Because for one, we lack the knowledge and understanding to reach it.

And now, let me get back to what ‘nothing’ is.

It is then the peak; above all spiritual absurdities, all common knowledge, and all physical & ideological understanding.

It is beyond who and what we are.

But truly, knowledge and understanding is meaningless, still.

Why?

Because we are still bound by the iniquities of justice, governance, the absurdities of property and religion, we are still too afraid to be free.

Because we have been raised by absurdities like religion, because only an absurdity does not admit of an explanation.

We are still bound, and too afraid of what lies beyond the line.

Some thing from Camille…

This are just extracts from a playboy interview with one of my favourite social philosophers of our modern ecumenical, municipal, not-so-cosmopolite world, Camille Paglia.

Paglia is shunned by most feminists because she accuses the women's movement of betraying women, alienating men, and replacing dialogue with political correctness.

Though Paglia's image as an antifeminist feminist, antigay lesbian and anti-liberal liberal seems carefully cultivated, it is nonetheless remarkable. Called alternately "the bravest and most original critic of our day" and an "academic Rottweiler," Paglia articulates a philosophy that encompasses paganism, Madonna, pornography, Jean-Jacques Rousseau and Freud.

A humanities professor at the University of the Arts in Philadelphia, Paglia has been America's most notorious enfant terrible of academe since the publication of her seminal work, "Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence from Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson." "The Washington Post" called the book "at once outrageous and compelling, fanatical and brilliant." Released in 1990, it was nominated for a National Book Critics Circle Award for its incendiary theories about Western culture from ancient Egypt to Elvis Presley. In the follow-up tome, "Sex, Art and American Culture," and her current bestseller, "Vamps & Tramps," Paglia skewers everything politically correct and then some. Though her views about issues as diverse as the origins of homosexuality, the danger of fraternity, parties and the implications of having a penis are always debatable, they are well argued and provocative.

"Pornography is sexual reality.

Certain forms of rape "are what used to be called unbridled love. "

"Lesbianism is increasing since anxious, unmasculine men have little to offer.

"Prostitutes like their work."

"Bisexuality, should be the universal norm."

"Legalize all drugs.

Stripping is "a sacred dance of pagan origins" and the money men stuff into G-strings is a "ritual offering." "The more a woman takes off her clothes, the more power she has " and feminists hate strippers because "modern professional women cannot stand the thought that their hard-won achievements can be outweighed in an instant by a young hussy flashing a little tits and ass."

She wants to lower the age of consent for sex to 14, and she supports the North American Man-Boy, Love Association, an organization that advocates gay sex with young boys. She says that AIDS is nature's revenge for promiscuity.

Paglia was born in 1947 in Endicott, New York. She has compared her suburban upbringing to that of two other controversial women, Madonna and Sandra Bernhard. "Half of us is a nice suburban girl," she says. "The other half is a raving pornographic maniac."

PLAYBOY: Are you a feminist?

PAGLIA: I'm absolutely a feminist. The reason other feminists don't like me is that I criticize the movement, explaining that it needs a correction. Feminism has betrayed women, alienated men and women, replaced dialogue with political correctness. PC feminism has boxed women in. The idea that feminism--that liberation from domestic prison--is going to bring happiness is just wrong. Women have advanced a great deal, but they are no happier. The happiest women I know are not those who are balancing their careers and families, like a lot of my friends are. The happiest people I know are the women--like my cousins--who have a high school education, got married immediately graduating and never went to college. They are very religious and they never question their Catholicism. They do not regard the house as a prison.

PLAYBOY: But what about the women who stay home and are still suffering?

PAGLIA: The problem is the alternative handed to them by feminism. I look at my friends who are on the fast track. They are desperate, frenzied and frazzled, the most unhappy women who have ever existed. They work nights and weekends and have no lives. Some of them have children who are raised by nannies.

PLAYBOY: What's your point? Do you want women to go back to the home?

PAGLIA: The entire feminist culture says that the most important woman is the woman with an attached case. I want to empower the woman who wants to say, "I'm tired of this and I want to go home." The far right is correct when it says the price of women's liberation is being paid by the children.

:P

   

Enjoy!-DEC, 2008

Fuck your new year.

I’m drenched with a insuppressible wanderlust, I don’t know I just want to travel and travel, wander the world and name things for my own, I want to call things the way I see them, and not let the world define them for me.

I want to travel the world and write a memoir, die with it buried in my teeth. I don’t give a fuck about the rest of living, or at least, I’ll try not to give so much a fuck about.

So it’s the new year huh, what’s the difference?

Hmm, well in a few weeks time we can celebrate the fall of the fascist Bush, we can do our very best to contribute to world damnation, as we force the irrational guides of conformist education and let the ignorance fledge through each and every orifice. We can also struggle and scurry around for our money and find ways to protect it, because we all know our financial situation is rock-bottoming(Jesus fucking Christ! noooooo! –.-).

I’ve got an advice, try offshore banking.

Tips on how to reset and reorder the world: fuck the sense of belonging(racially, ethnically, nationality and aristocracy, or what have you) just have no sense of class; socialistic enough for you?, next, have a sense of Marxism and a bit of communistic thinking, then enforce a little bit of anarchy so we don’t have people filtering what goes into our heads. Then when we have a sense of stateless socialism, base it on free trade and mutuality, we all would just ecumenically, municipally, and on an infrastructural sense, we are free and equally worthless, don’t feel superior to anything, animal plant or whatever, just fucking live and let live, it’s all bullshit; living is total pointless.