Friday, November 7, 2008

melanoleukoderma

Alright, I'm sick of all this healthy living, anti drug use, no smoke, stop drinking stereotype and what it all really is good for.

First of all, I'm sick and tired of people telling me that smoking is bad. Well, who fucking cares? It relieves stress and anxiety, reduces a lot of tension both physically and mentally, feels good and looks fucking awesome. Another thing, it's a fucking taxed drug, so if you fucking dumb fucks who don't give a fuck about your fucking economical growth or just don't fucking know... Cigarettes are the number one commodity in your fucking system so deal with it. Your country would be much much much poorer if you had no cigarettes at all.

Secondly, drugs; I do not admire people who consume chemical, synthetic narcotics like ecstasy or heroin or cocaine, or the most stupid: glue. I prefer naturally grown drugs, or hallucinogenics rather, like marijuana (weed, ganja, grass, what have you) and hashish (which is basically concentrated weed. Or peyote even... First of all, these drugs are natural like tobacco. Natural drugs do not fuck your brain up, instead, it stones you up good and it aids you fucking well mentally. In fact, several U.S Presidents smoked and grew hemp, the declaration of independence in the United States of America is written on hemp paper. Besides, if taken in moderation, drugs are useful, take morphine for instance. Now think if more countries did what some states in the U.S and Amsterdam has done. U.S does it for those who are clinically approved to smoke weed; if you guys didn't know, certain levels of THC could be easier to help you loosen your fucking nuts time to time. But treat drugs with moderation, respect and common sense, they should be used as an experience in life rather than making the experience outside the bounds of being.

Number 3, alcohol; if it's not the statistically proven number one cause of car accidents and other several scenarios. Alcohol, I wouldn't need to say much, it's been around for thousands of years, I don't really like alcohol personally but yeah. Well, there isn't much to stand up for alcohol is there? I mean, not many people stand against it... but whatever it's just like drugs, treat it with moderation, respect and common sense.

Now healthy lifestyles... Fuck eating and living healthy, we're not going to survive life anyways, just eat whatever you want, then hope not to suffer from all the illnesses modern chemicals in food give you. If you want really good exercise, masturbate, or better, karma sutra styled sex, that's much better in fact.

Personally, I respect all the things people do to preserve humankind, but they go overboard, they exaggerate, the force upon, that's what pisses me off, even living has to be defined these days, even eating and shitting is defined. Maybe for once, let's be human beings for fuck sake. So like propaganda, use it in moderation, respect and common sense.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM (look it up, goons; it's a real word...)

So I've made a set list of my favourite words and formed them into acronyms of my favourite issues. I've been busy being lifeless these few days so screw your wondering of my absence...

P.E.N.I.S = Political Establishments Neutralizes Intrinsic "Systematism"

C.U.N.T = Corporate Unions Necrotises Thinking.

G-.S.P.O.T = Governmental Systems Pulverise & Obliterate Tranquility..

T.E.S.T.I.C.L.E.S = Thinking Enforces Someone To Ignore Common Laws & Ethics & Sanity.

V.A.G.I.N.A = Vindication, According to Governments Is Never Accurate.

So there you have my thinking about words when I'm playing Spiderman™ 3 on my PSP...

So I'll try think of better stuff to post next time... in the meantime... F.O.A.D(fuck off and die :D)

Friday, October 31, 2008

Parthenophobia.

Why do many of us choose to conform? I'm seriously allured by the common mainstream thinking that corporate organizations have bought us with their oh so malignant advertising on what beauty is, what perfection is and what we should be.

Same goes to any political institute or constitute.

It's made the intangible and everything else so material.

It's almost safe to say you can buy beauty in a bottle of moisturizer.

Don't you see? The educational systems creates within a sense of doubt and a gloaming of aloof idolatory thinking, restricting us from our true potentials and thus deeming us only as such.

To me, conformity is an act of weakness and cowardice. Simply drilling us into the control of the "powerful".

Of course there is the law of nature that it is an equatorial system of survival. But isn't survival also about self-dependence and based almost entirely on your judgments?

Reciprocate with individuality, the first step to enlightenment is to have an open mind and the expectation of the unexpected.

The structure of the world is there is no fixed structure; it just happens if we make it happen or if it happens spontaneously.

As I've said, the world works in paradox.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Fantabulous!

In order to strive for our own perceptions of perfection, we create and invent what a god can never give us. The world works in paradox, contradiction and in satire; if not for these, the world would be a one-sided, flat-surfaced realm of ego-less, inanimate nothingness. Then everyone would be the same, everyone would look the same, everyone would think the same and there would be no controversy, no entertainment, no nothing.

The world fluctuates on the basis of these 3 simple things simply because it is so. There is no obligation for any individual to subject to a certain set of rules or laws or commandments or sins. But the paradox is, you have to subject and conform to the manual of an appliance for example, but the paradox is there to only warn of the effects of certain action taken.

For example: It is written in the manual of a microwave oven to never heat any shiny, reflective objects because it may cause an explosion. But the paradox of such is, do not do it unless you do not want the effect to occur, you are not obligated to conform, but you have the individual choice as to whether you want to do it or not.

So back to the first line about perfection; perfection itself is not a justifiable term only because what is perfect varies from mind to mind, again the paradox thing operating.

In order for perfection we have many modern things that help us achieve what we want, the most oldest of all is of course imagination, then again, we can go more practical with things like photoshop, music/picture/video editors, make-up and other things that help us to create our own ideals of perfection.

The world is not a justifiable order, it is only the ideology and belief an individual subjects to that justifies their nature. This is where I conclude.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Ignominous

I'm not going to talk about love, propagate my philosophies nor write a short story or make a list. My week of absence has far too many events which I could care less to share about. So this post would be an impromptu diarrhea of mental vomit. To detoxify my mind of my worries.

I am the zeitgeist of my delirious thought. Always drifting 50 dimensions away from my coordinates, 5000 seconds away. A monochrome rainbow flashes before my eyes, cynical, ever so cynical. The vivisection of my mind, dissected into a billion and one thoughts at the bit rate of 50 thoughts per millisecond.

On the 5th of November, 1400hrs; the British celebrated Guy Fawkes day, a crowd from Westminster to East End, a crowd of shire-lings, Londoners, county-dwellers and tourists flocking to experience the young tradition. While in Lyon a petite brunette girl dips her hands in grains and feels the dust gather. Over in an adjacent restaurant, a Swedish blond has tripped and stabbed her eye with a fork, her vitreous humor dripped onto her minestrone soup.

In Uganda, 1532hrs; a boy imagines he is a jumbo jet, spreading his arms like wings of an eagle, running in a spiraled series across the forage of leaves that stick to the soil through the rain. Up in the north, an epileptic has seizures from watching the northern lights, nobody knows that he has auroraphobia. Down to the oriental south east of Asia, a boy imagines what the 5th of November would be like this year and starts blogging about it. He is blogging about it now. He has blogged about it.

The boy knows that to create is Godly to recreate is Immortal.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Socioeconomics

I'll open with a quote.
"...we are for Free Trade, because by Free Trade all economical laws, with their most astounding contradictions, will act upon a larger scale, upon the territory of the whole earth; and because from the uniting of all these contradictions in a single group, where they will stand face to face, will result the struggle which will itself eventuate in the emancipation of the proletariat." -Karl Marx.

I've reflected deeply upon my ideologies and personality and realised that I have a lot of traits that show some sort of anarchism.

Mainly Nihilist Anarchism, but I also have strong views on the oppression we've elected upon ourselves.

In this sparking moments of chaos and turmoil, we've elected to govern us an institute of power-hungry individuals who seek only for their personal gain and comfort, ignoring the true needs of those who've elected them.

So this government we have, this leadership, this illusion of freedom, this exploitation and our social disembowelment, has created its own revolution. Just as I coin from William Powell: A government creates its own revolution. There can be no revolt without it.

What we were; a negated trade for the rich and powerful, a monopoly, a bartering of slaves who generate and fluctuate the socioeconomic growth of those who made it game. At least now, a lot of us are smart enough to know what we should have done; we're smart enough to see our sightless vision.

But not even enough for a constitutional right to amend, not even wanting to speak of the obliteration of a revolution.

We're a bunch of slaves saving each other from harm, giving each other harm.

Those who created the gods are the gods themselves. Their mortality lies in the ashes of their contradictions and their game.

We're a fucking joke, we don't matter to them.

We're tangible, disposable; their wealth and plentiful lives corrodes their vision of value.

We're cheap labour and we should start turning the tables.

We all think of liberation, of freedom of everything we can dream of that seemed so real because we dreamed it intangible.

"Freedom is not a commodity given to the enslaved upon demand. It is a precious reward, the shining trophy of struggle and sacrifice" Kwame Nkrumah.

Add voiceless determination and unheard dreams.

"People will sell liberty for a quieter life" Anthony Burgess in A Clockwork Orange.

What quieter life?! There is only weakness in those who choose to be blinded and enslaved, weakness and ignorance, idiocracy and stupidity.

We have ideas, some of which are smart, most of which were stupid, for some, the reverse is more likely. We have ideas, ideas that came from all sources; dreams, imaginations and fantasies. We have ideas, ideas others may never think of, others may never hear, others will never recognize when you never show them, ideas that will spark many ideas, ideas to change, to revolt, to aid us in movement to reconnoiter the system. We have ideas, ideas to kill and be killed for, ideas that will only be heard because ideas take place in the head, where true liberty exists.

If we choose to stand at the side and hope someone will do something, then that someone will never come. You only live once, take the chance to do something apart from the stupendous mandatory, monopoly life you live. Stop dreaming of becoming a bis superstar and having a billion fans. Dream of something that will share the spirit of not only yours but of those around you. Face it, life is meant to be interesting, it's our job to give it some worth.

"It is in my firm belief that the only laws an individual can truly respect and obey are those instilled in himself(herself)." - William Powell.

"The will to power only exists because we desire it to exist. It is a personal experiment of life. Only the individual can decide its value... The individual desires to master all space and to extend its force but encounters other individuals doing the same and thus gives way to them or they come to a union and strive for power... The fears and anxieties of an individual and of society should be overcome." - collective quotes from The Will to Power by Friedrich Nietzsche.

For your liberty, for their liberty, for my liberty, for the liberty of whosoever. Understand.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Obliteration

She spoke those words to me like a bee harvesting nectar, never the same, never different. An alienated familiarity. Those 3 words in that bewitching moment, in that exact order: I love you.

She spoke it as though unknowingly, as though it were a natural thing, she kept questioning, looking at the reflections of light in the dark, the only silhouettes she could relate too as my eyes, kept questioning me what was on my mind.

I held back not to tell her, I couldn't, fighting back the tears; stings in my eyes, stings that a blink would make it ache.

I refrained, oh my nothingness, I had to refrain. She's so beautiful, so elegant, yet so volatile and fragile.

I wanted to tell her, "How very much do I love you, how very much have I tried to never hurt you, how very much can I say to ease your suffering? How could I lose you?-- Look at us, we're happy, happier than we were before, I was stupid once, immature, reckless, naive, I was human, the more perfect I tried to become for you, the harder I fail to succeed. You believe in happy endings, in fairy tale living, I believe in death and self-liberation. How different are we?-- You hate to face reality, I embrace it. But yet, we set that apart for something even the most wise can never understand. You ask me how much I love you, each time I say very much, it burns me, because I know emotions can never be truly measured. We got hamsters together, a boy and a girl, we named them Friedrich and Mishka. I gave me a sense of responsibility, as though it were our own kids. I just hope I know what to say to make you feel that liquidation in your epicentre, you know that melted, brewing feeling, state to state, solid to liquid, liquid to gas; such as anger to alright, alright to happy(can't I think of better words?). Maybe I'm beginning to see again, or at least have a clearer vision of how much you mean to me, my weakness, my love, Joy."