It has been put more eloquently by many, but to simplify it, best I heard was this:
It's ALL Shit!
Nothing matters, because everything is shit.
And we are all just turds in the stream.
No reason to despair, don't bother crying, negativity is shit.
Pain begets growth, however unpleasant it may be at the time.
So give me more!
More Pain!
I was made for feeling,
I have the scars to prove it.
And in the end, who cares?
What does any of it matter?
It's all shit.
Just shit.
If you feel unloved, hey, welcome to the human race.
If you are in pain, be pleased that you are able to feel.
Sit back and enjoy the ride.
For one day you too shall die.
And your physical body become food for maggots.
Your soul set free.
So enjoy the fuckin trip while you are here,
No matter what it brings,
If you do not enjoy your experience, then you have wasted it.
Ashes to ashes...
Dust to dust...
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Youtube Sucks! (Things don't always go the way we want them to)
Youtube sucks.
The idea, far as I know, was supposed to be a website where we can upload video of any fuckin thing we want, freedom of expression, the whole reason that art exists in the first place... Right?
Well, apparently not in practice. In practice, youtube is a place where corporate fascism rears its ugly head, ie: the bastards at WMG continually ganking the sound from our videos, youtube forcing format changes that we don't want, advertisements that only get in the way and detract from overall appearance and performance (& some of them you can't even close!), a place where trolls leave rude and insulting comments, where sexual predators seek out the innocent, where horny gargoyles try to hit on my girlfriend, a place where freely expressing yourself often leads to your videos getting flagged as "inapropriate", (just try posting something that points out all the lies and hipocracy of organized religion)... In short, it has become a microcosm of the everyday bullshit socioty we see around us every day. Rules and restrictions, "You can't do that!" Corporate greed, "monetizing" of videos, a complete lack of freedom, if you ask me, just like the slave new world that we have been conditioned since early childhood to call a "free country"...
...So, I say fuck youtube! Let's all get together and start our own website, where you can do whatever the fuck you want!
Fuck the greedy fascist bastards! Let's show them all what FREEDOM really means.
The idea, far as I know, was supposed to be a website where we can upload video of any fuckin thing we want, freedom of expression, the whole reason that art exists in the first place... Right?
Well, apparently not in practice. In practice, youtube is a place where corporate fascism rears its ugly head, ie: the bastards at WMG continually ganking the sound from our videos, youtube forcing format changes that we don't want, advertisements that only get in the way and detract from overall appearance and performance (& some of them you can't even close!), a place where trolls leave rude and insulting comments, where sexual predators seek out the innocent, where horny gargoyles try to hit on my girlfriend, a place where freely expressing yourself often leads to your videos getting flagged as "inapropriate", (just try posting something that points out all the lies and hipocracy of organized religion)... In short, it has become a microcosm of the everyday bullshit socioty we see around us every day. Rules and restrictions, "You can't do that!" Corporate greed, "monetizing" of videos, a complete lack of freedom, if you ask me, just like the slave new world that we have been conditioned since early childhood to call a "free country"...
...So, I say fuck youtube! Let's all get together and start our own website, where you can do whatever the fuck you want!
Fuck the greedy fascist bastards! Let's show them all what FREEDOM really means.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
A Bear Journey, part one...
Once upon a time there lived a Bear. He spent his life wandering from cave to cave. He met many intresting folks along the way, had many a fine adventure. ...But something was missing in his life, something, or someone... You see, for all his wanderings, all his doings, all his meeting and associating, he was still a very lonesome Bear.
He went to the Great High Mountain, seeking the old Medicine Man, seeking a reading...
Seeking a Prayer, a Smoking, a telling of his troubles...
But when he reached the top of the Mountain, the Medicine Man wasn't there, he had gone off somewhere, but he had left a small fire going, and a Pipe, and some fresh hot Buffalo stew for the Bear, for he had known of his comming, for he had seen it. So the Bear sat down and made himself comfortable, knowing that the Medicine Man would return sooner or later. While he waited, he ate, and then he smoked... As the Sacred Smoke curled about him, he said aloud, "Great Spirit, why am I so alone...?" And a voice spoke to him, "You miss your Love..."
"But where is my Love?" Asked the Bear. "Look within..." Spoke the voice, "You already know the answer. ... You love a Cherokee maiden, and she loves you. You have loved each other forever, in the Spirit World..." ..."But..." stammered the Bear, "But when?" "She will come to you when the time is right, when both of you are ready, until then, just be patient and wait..."
....To be continued....
He went to the Great High Mountain, seeking the old Medicine Man, seeking a reading...
Seeking a Prayer, a Smoking, a telling of his troubles...
But when he reached the top of the Mountain, the Medicine Man wasn't there, he had gone off somewhere, but he had left a small fire going, and a Pipe, and some fresh hot Buffalo stew for the Bear, for he had known of his comming, for he had seen it. So the Bear sat down and made himself comfortable, knowing that the Medicine Man would return sooner or later. While he waited, he ate, and then he smoked... As the Sacred Smoke curled about him, he said aloud, "Great Spirit, why am I so alone...?" And a voice spoke to him, "You miss your Love..."
"But where is my Love?" Asked the Bear. "Look within..." Spoke the voice, "You already know the answer. ... You love a Cherokee maiden, and she loves you. You have loved each other forever, in the Spirit World..." ..."But..." stammered the Bear, "But when?" "She will come to you when the time is right, when both of you are ready, until then, just be patient and wait..."
....To be continued....
The Old Cat Man
This is a story about an old man
A very old man, lived a hundred and ten years
A peculiar old man, lived with a hundred and ten cats
Grew vegetables in his yard
Worked very hard
Sold his crop every week
At the drive-in, where the pictures speak
His wife, she died and left him
His children moved away
No one to console him, but the cats
The cats were his family now
But still he got up every day
Tended his crops...
Fed his cats...
Then one sunny Sunday
Someone noticed he wasn't there
The kids who loved his apples went to seek him
They went to his meager little shack
They heard a loud meowing
And they smelled a vile stench
The not-so-subtle aroma of death...
They opened up the old wooden door...
A hundred and ten fuzzy faces ran screeching by
Tasting their freedom at last...
A hundred and ten tails disapeared thru the tall grass...
Three boys and three girls put their brave faces on
They fought back the urge to puke
They found the old man, or what was left of him, anyway
Half melted into a sofa that looked as old as he was...
Seems he had died in his slumber,
And the cats had run out of food...
The instinct for survival had been stronger than companionship...
So even in death, the old man still fed his cats...
There is always more to the story, but...
I will leave the rest up to the imagination of the readers....
The End
A very old man, lived a hundred and ten years
A peculiar old man, lived with a hundred and ten cats
Grew vegetables in his yard
Worked very hard
Sold his crop every week
At the drive-in, where the pictures speak
His wife, she died and left him
His children moved away
No one to console him, but the cats
The cats were his family now
But still he got up every day
Tended his crops...
Fed his cats...
Then one sunny Sunday
Someone noticed he wasn't there
The kids who loved his apples went to seek him
They went to his meager little shack
They heard a loud meowing
And they smelled a vile stench
The not-so-subtle aroma of death...
They opened up the old wooden door...
A hundred and ten fuzzy faces ran screeching by
Tasting their freedom at last...
A hundred and ten tails disapeared thru the tall grass...
Three boys and three girls put their brave faces on
They fought back the urge to puke
They found the old man, or what was left of him, anyway
Half melted into a sofa that looked as old as he was...
Seems he had died in his slumber,
And the cats had run out of food...
The instinct for survival had been stronger than companionship...
So even in death, the old man still fed his cats...
There is always more to the story, but...
I will leave the rest up to the imagination of the readers....
The End
Thursday, July 16, 2009
What is money?
Now...
What is money? Worthless paper. It isn't even gold or silver anymore, just paper. Why is it so sought after? It isn't even scarce, there are piles of it, just the piles are hoarded by the greedy.
Look at gold, silver and diamonds... They are considered to be precious, because they are scarce, but why? What is so fucking special about them? You can't eat them... Going by this line of reasoning, if the scarcity of something makes its value, then I would think that common sense should be worth more than any jewel, metal, or money! ...But, you can't trade it in exchange for anything else... Ah! A lightbulb comes on... So, money's worth comes due to its use as a barter, a useless substance to trade for any useful goods and/or services one may need... But if it were to suddenly become readily available to everyone, abundantly, on a grand scale, then it would instantly devalue, because now everyone has a shitpile of it. Case in point... The Spanish conquistadors stole a huge shitpile of silver from Turtle Island, and shipped it back to Spain, and the result was (surprise, surprise) a massive drop in the net worth of silver!
The US government, under the direction of FDR, allowed the "Federal Reserve Bank" (a private, profit-making corporation, yes! there is nothing "Federal" about the federal reserve any more than there is about Federal Express!) to print currency, bank notes, paper money, with no tangible assets to back it, and the result was inflation, and the devaluation of the US dollar. The ONLY cause of inflation is printing more currency than there were assets to back it up! If they were to print up an assload of money, enough to give everyone a million dollars, as an economic stimulus, then very shortly a million dollars wouldn't be worth shit! Think about it!
If you had a million dollars, then you could buy anything, right? So then you wouldn't have to work right? But, remember, Jack the butcher has a million dollars too, so maybe Jack decides that he doesn't have to cut meat anymore, so now you can't buy it, he has gone and closed up his shop... Probably the only folks still working would be drug dealers, and their prices would skyrocket, because they know that now you can afford it... (try applying this principle accross the board, see what happens!) Rather than stimulating the economy, it would shut it down, in a New York minute!
...So...... That still leaves the problem as unsolvable as it was to begin with, doesn't it....??
As with the previous entry, I welcome any and all comments, but if you say something rude, or insult me, then your comment will be deleted...
What is money? Worthless paper. It isn't even gold or silver anymore, just paper. Why is it so sought after? It isn't even scarce, there are piles of it, just the piles are hoarded by the greedy.
Look at gold, silver and diamonds... They are considered to be precious, because they are scarce, but why? What is so fucking special about them? You can't eat them... Going by this line of reasoning, if the scarcity of something makes its value, then I would think that common sense should be worth more than any jewel, metal, or money! ...But, you can't trade it in exchange for anything else... Ah! A lightbulb comes on... So, money's worth comes due to its use as a barter, a useless substance to trade for any useful goods and/or services one may need... But if it were to suddenly become readily available to everyone, abundantly, on a grand scale, then it would instantly devalue, because now everyone has a shitpile of it. Case in point... The Spanish conquistadors stole a huge shitpile of silver from Turtle Island, and shipped it back to Spain, and the result was (surprise, surprise) a massive drop in the net worth of silver!
The US government, under the direction of FDR, allowed the "Federal Reserve Bank" (a private, profit-making corporation, yes! there is nothing "Federal" about the federal reserve any more than there is about Federal Express!) to print currency, bank notes, paper money, with no tangible assets to back it, and the result was inflation, and the devaluation of the US dollar. The ONLY cause of inflation is printing more currency than there were assets to back it up! If they were to print up an assload of money, enough to give everyone a million dollars, as an economic stimulus, then very shortly a million dollars wouldn't be worth shit! Think about it!
If you had a million dollars, then you could buy anything, right? So then you wouldn't have to work right? But, remember, Jack the butcher has a million dollars too, so maybe Jack decides that he doesn't have to cut meat anymore, so now you can't buy it, he has gone and closed up his shop... Probably the only folks still working would be drug dealers, and their prices would skyrocket, because they know that now you can afford it... (try applying this principle accross the board, see what happens!) Rather than stimulating the economy, it would shut it down, in a New York minute!
...So...... That still leaves the problem as unsolvable as it was to begin with, doesn't it....??
As with the previous entry, I welcome any and all comments, but if you say something rude, or insult me, then your comment will be deleted...
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Question Authority
Fifteen July, 2009 AD.... {Anno Domini; Year of Dominion; Year of Domination; Why would anyone want to be dominated?}
Record Of Thoughts...
[These thoughts were written on paper first, then transcribed to html]
... So ... Recording thoughts by writing them on paper... What is paper? Wood pulp, pulverized, bleached, mixed with chemicals, rolled into thin sheets, reams of blankness, useful for recording information on by means of ink, and/or graphite, also useful for starting a campfire on which to cook, or for a source of heat. So when does a piece of paper become a "document"?? When it spits forth from out of a printer? Is a newspaper a document? How about a supermarket tabloid? Well, what about a birth certificate? A diploma? A tax return? A driver's license? Is it considered a document because someone affixed an "official seal" to it?? Or is it still nothing more than paper?
Now, what about a bank note, (AKA money) ??? Is it now worth more than its tangible value simply because of the symbols placed upon it? (symbols or sigils...) Has it now become something magick? If so, why?? ...I can still use it to lite a stove with.... Lite, light, cool of night, don't provoke a fight, what gives you the right? I have no design on provoking a fight, (maybe a debate...) I simply wish to have my questions answered, to satisfy my natural curiousity, and to encourage that of others.
I must question, because it is my nature, it is my right, it is my duty to past, present, and future generations. I MUST question "authority" because I am duty-bound by birthright, as a child of Mother Earth, as a Spirit-child of All That Is, and as a Star-child, to question any man-made "authority"... To ask, "By whose authority have you any authority?" "What right have you to be in controll, or to sit in judgement of others?" "Are you not created by Spirit, from sub-atomic dust, same as me?" ..And I ask not with animosity or arrogance, I ask because I have the right to know. What makes any person see themself as somehow "better than", or "superior to" any other??! We are all the same! Only our thoughts and actions divide us. We are all unique individuals, but we are all made of the same thing. So then no one is superior nor inferior, but simply different, unique, while being made of, created from, the very same substance. You and I are not "better" than a dog, or a deer, or a snail... only different....
I welcome all comments, but if you elect to insult me, or to call me rude names, then your comment will be deleted, I reserve the right to do so, since this is my blog. If you wish to be ignorant, go start your own fucking goddam blog.
Record Of Thoughts...
[These thoughts were written on paper first, then transcribed to html]
... So ... Recording thoughts by writing them on paper... What is paper? Wood pulp, pulverized, bleached, mixed with chemicals, rolled into thin sheets, reams of blankness, useful for recording information on by means of ink, and/or graphite, also useful for starting a campfire on which to cook, or for a source of heat. So when does a piece of paper become a "document"?? When it spits forth from out of a printer? Is a newspaper a document? How about a supermarket tabloid? Well, what about a birth certificate? A diploma? A tax return? A driver's license? Is it considered a document because someone affixed an "official seal" to it?? Or is it still nothing more than paper?
Now, what about a bank note, (AKA money) ??? Is it now worth more than its tangible value simply because of the symbols placed upon it? (symbols or sigils...) Has it now become something magick? If so, why?? ...I can still use it to lite a stove with.... Lite, light, cool of night, don't provoke a fight, what gives you the right? I have no design on provoking a fight, (maybe a debate...) I simply wish to have my questions answered, to satisfy my natural curiousity, and to encourage that of others.
I must question, because it is my nature, it is my right, it is my duty to past, present, and future generations. I MUST question "authority" because I am duty-bound by birthright, as a child of Mother Earth, as a Spirit-child of All That Is, and as a Star-child, to question any man-made "authority"... To ask, "By whose authority have you any authority?" "What right have you to be in controll, or to sit in judgement of others?" "Are you not created by Spirit, from sub-atomic dust, same as me?" ..And I ask not with animosity or arrogance, I ask because I have the right to know. What makes any person see themself as somehow "better than", or "superior to" any other??! We are all the same! Only our thoughts and actions divide us. We are all unique individuals, but we are all made of the same thing. So then no one is superior nor inferior, but simply different, unique, while being made of, created from, the very same substance. You and I are not "better" than a dog, or a deer, or a snail... only different....
I welcome all comments, but if you elect to insult me, or to call me rude names, then your comment will be deleted, I reserve the right to do so, since this is my blog. If you wish to be ignorant, go start your own fucking goddam blog.
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