Thus Spake Zarathustra.

Have you lived your life long enough that when you’re past reason and puberty, you realise that the rest of it is going to be years upon years of social conformity?

Well even if it is I guess you’d have little vagaries that will remind you that life is somewhat meaningful to you, so you go to your churches, or you listen to your spiritual leader, you read your favourite magazines and/or you just watch your television programs.

You just sit and sink to the bed of the endless ocean of lies and conspiracies concealed by the very people who take your money to buy your trust and take it back again to build something you don’t need, but of course they’ll cover this up with an excuse like, “this will put us on the map of technological advancement,” gosh I can imagine an old bespectacled man somberly saying that into the microphone, with his eyes fixated on someone or something because he’s too scared to look right at the camera and lie.

I think you already know that for every dollar you have, a certain percent of that dollar is taxed on it, yes, every, whether you earned it or not. So lets say, have $100, and for every dollar, that 0.02% taxed on it. So that’s 0.02 cents a dollar, that’s already 2 cents for $100, okay fine, sounds little to you, but don’t forget, the world is multi-trillion (and more) dollar system, so let’s just calculate a billion dollars, that’s already 2 million dollars for tax, and the money you need to pay that 2 million is also borrowed, face it, you’re caught in a matrix of debts you will never escape.

And who borrows most of this cash, well your leaders do, and who helps your leaders spend this cash and get paid doing so, your big massive corporations do, and how do big, massive corporations end up being big, massive corporations, they control you, and how do they control you, by manipulating the human psyche, and how do they do that, by instilling in you the path of the righteous through religion.

But I guess if you prefer living in controlled environment, then just continue to exist where you are, even people on the left can’t help you there, they’re the ones in control now anyway.

So tell me, people, why does the ruler of the universe want to take an Asian tour first, instilling ties and bonds with Japan and China?

Let’s revive the Russian Nihilist Movement and get confused as communists, let’s go kill everyone for the sake of spreading the meaningless message of: Life is meaningless.

Sincerely yours, your mediocre nihilist, kvnt.

To my bitch.

You, you, you.

I’m sorry for this afternoon’s little banter and I’m sorry I made you cry.

And I’m sorry I can’t express romance in the same somber tones of Byron.

I can’t tell you how graceful you are and blah blah blah.

But this I know, you’re annoyingly funny and when you pout, I feel as though the whole world needs to make you smile.

Heh, as long as vamps go; you’re the finger down my spine on a cold, dark night.

But really, you’re the most fun person to be around with you; junk food, gassy drinks, scrabble games, and the usual argument about the music that should be played, be it 80’s rock, or my metal.

I know, you’re a bitch, and I’m the complete jackass. And you make it seem as though I exist on my own time and space (which is existentially true).

Lastly, I love having a beer with you, but not on the carpark.

I love watching you through the smoke swirls you and I blow at each other creating a false rudeness.

And I love you.

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.

— Bob Marley

Dirty Variant

It’s the season of torrent and pollen, we harvest our generosity and our little resolutions as our noses excrete thick, long ropes of mucus; the pure irony of expelling our unwanted substances and emotions.

And because of this downpour, I can’t light my bonfire properly, but screw it, I’ll just light a candle in memoriam.

Why not I expose the beach to radio waves and throw a match into it and watch it go ablaze into a sea of fire barbequing every organic life form as though it were hell on earth, ah the thought of a future fuel/cancer-killing reagent that has been in our midst for eons.

Heh, saltwater.

Sycoma

Remember, Remember, the fifth of November

The gunpowder Treason and Plot.

I can think of no Reason

Why the gunpowder Treason

Should ever be Forgot.

Ah good old Guy Fawkes day, a day to celebrate anarchical failure, funny isn’t it, when it should be the east winged politicians who should be rejoicing in the failure of their liberal counterparts in their attempt to detonate the London Parliament house and assassination of the King.

Unusually, the protestants should be happy considering this bunch of Mad Ass Catholics wanted to wipe out their population.

How it was fictionally fulfilled in the Alan Moore graphic novel, and its corporate sucking motion picture production (which, wasn’t bad, but quite disappointing considering the comic was there and then iconic as it is, though many thanks to the Wachowski brothers, made it seem more like a terrorist movie rather than a movie about anarchy).

Sure many people are blind sheep aimlessly wandering dales and valleys waiting to be sheared and slaughtered and then roasted with a side of mint, and there are also wolves lurking in the dark corners of enlightenment waiting to preach or devour, be it in a pack or alone.

It would be my annual homage to Guy Fawkes and his little tavern of liberals when I go for a haircut later this afternoon (mohawk of course, well, I’d usually leave it down the side of my face and call it a ‘mobop’)

But the most important thing today is to remember that on this day, four hundred and four years ago, was that effort to revolt was there and because of that, Catholics are allowed to roam freely in society like a rat in the sewers (pun intended).

Well, I guess I’ll light my bonfire with a little dose of potassium chlorate for that extra bang for kicks.

But also, without him, you wouldn’t have the term guy, meaning at that era, an oddly dressed person, thus coming into the 20th century for males.

But you can find all that load of info at wikipedia itself, so me telling you, would be a waste of my effort, considering that people would think I was lifting, but well, we’re evolved, and accusation (and many other fatal judgements and emotions) evolved with us.

Fawkes at midnight, and by torchlight there was found

With long matches and devices, underground

Well, I’d better be off watching the movie right after I watch Stanly Kubrick’s The Shining.

 

Sometimes I wonder who really is sane; someone who exposes his animality, or someone who cultivates his naturalistic desires through the approval of society.

Sometimes I wonder who really are the mad people around here; for civilised people have a weird philosophy of living; in an ordinate subterranean dwelling where their actions have to reflect on the person and his ancestors and his future kin, where whatever they do has to be monitored by the keen eye of morality and justice, where everything is kept under an unnatural system of vagaries obfuscating and contradicting itself; how do we even make sense of our own anomalistic behaviors and thinking.

Maybe the Wachowski brothers were right, we are a virus, infesting like a sly, vile creature that pretends to be kind to everything.

Hey if 2012 was the end of the world, then so be it; we get to see what the Mayans predicted, and the best part of all is that they can’t jump around like crazed chimpanzees (in reference to the monkeys in 28 Days Later), point at us and shouting within their laughter: WE TOLD YOU SO, SUCKERS! WE FUCKING TOLD YOU SO, AND WHAT DID YOU DO?! YOU DENY IT LIKE THE PURE IDIOTS YOU ARE AND RANT ABOUT YOUR GODS, YOUR DARWIN, YOUR NIETZSCHE, YOUR WACHOWSKI AND YOUR WARS, BUT NOOOO, DON’T LISTEN TO US AND THE SCIENTISTS WHO CONFIRMED US, THIS IS WHY YOUR ARCHEOLOGISTS COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND OUR BLOODY TEMPLE! THIS IS WHY LOVECRAFT HAD TO WRITE ABOUT SOME MYTHICAL BEAST IN SOME BULLSHIT AREA YOU CAN’T EVEN BLOODY PRONOUNCE BECAUSE HE COULDN’T GET HIS ASS OUT OF HIS AUNTYS’ ATTIC TO WRITE A DECENT STORY THAT DIDN’T GIVE PEOPLE NIGHTMARES AND WEIRD, SADISTIC THINKING!

And we’d have to look at them with the blank faces and die, how sad. 

Hence: a singular strain of DNA

Ah, hope; the single quintessential epitome of the entire strength and weakness of all surviving humanity. Life gets duller and duller each day, good thing there’s you and our fun. On every scale, microscopic and anthropological, life is disgusting and meaningless and filthy.

So I make fun of it.

People are sick, they uphold the “disabled” as though the disabled have to be treated specially because of what they lack, are they not human, don’t they deserve the similar justifications we are entitled to?

So what is entirely wrong with making fun of a disabled person?

Not making fun of one would be a sheepish, sly excuse to exclude a disabled person from any humanity there is.

So what do you idiots think?