I had written up this large screed put was thwarted when the site went offline JUST AS I FINISHED. I'm a walking jinx. Anyhoo, I copied and printed it so now I shall dictate my words from 12:00 pm today EST, more or less.
Thanks guys for the kind words;
"The expansion of intellect and .... to be completed tomorrow I've not slept in 2 days and it finally caught up whit me. Selah,
My eys are getting weary to be continued.
Wednesday.
Okay, here I'll bring it back from the lifeless atrophied pages of my notebook:
Thanks guys for the thoughtful sentiments shone upon me, it's this enigmatic place and you friends of mine that do so much for me, it's unreal and you'd doubt the sanctity of my resolve if you weren't privy to my inner most intellectual perceptions, and my innermost passionate humility.
A treatise on bluelight through my own perception, if you will:
Firstly, the effect on the populous (our people, not those others) with the expansion of intellect and critical thought, the unconditional moral and frenetic support and altruistic and pure loving concern bequeathed so gracious an tactfully, that gorgeous and sacred sense of communal intellectualism (or day I say, "intellectual communism?" I'll be downright fucked and and broken before I heed effort towards yellow journalism and their consistently deliberate perversion of our fucking language) that gives rise to the steadfast resolve necessary to combat the devastating and clearly dominant culture we all suffered through via just being born into the strange fuck of a thing. It's a king hell bastard of a community and if were I to have any hope left in me I'd hope and only hope that that the downtrodden will someday realize how much their being fucked and fucked good, penetrated through their minds and inevitably their wallets, and can ban together with the current figure of 13 percent of U.S. citizens who form their ideas based on logic, reason, and the questioning of information fed to them since adolescence.
Perhaps I do have that one pitiful lingering dream left, the dream I hate so much because its gross unlikelihood, but yearn for so much it became an obsession at one point. I can't tell which position is better, but regardless. Ill share the dream with you and only you, and never again because It's something I seldom have interest in anymore than unicorns, santa claus or the 3 little pigs. The beautiful capture of that image, fresh in my mind after two rums packed adequately with ice, a nation built on these principles of which I allude to, of partnership and love and communal ownership of all of our mother we've so far raped backwards and desecrated on a shallow and filthy whim. This beautiful place will be very similar to the utopian Island portrayed in Aldous Huxley's last novel of that same namesake.
Whatever the case, what matters is the paradigm and the possibilities inherent within it, and I'm delighted beyond repose to announce I'll be taking a long excursion in the form of a Kerouac style road trip across this "great" country of ours, fleeing like a parachute failed to meet as many of you as resources and time permits, as well as to explore the shit hole of a country and document every little cunt of a second. Don't worry, I'll have plenty of mescaline to help us beat the drums and hit the town as sincerely and insanely as the very chute that just failed us, finally coming to terms and deciding that a parachutes life isn't for him. Nothings worth it in so desperate a social spot, and deciding it just wasn't worth it any more is a reasonable gig in my books, especially as of late.
I'm sure many can sense this new found limitless resolve I'm utilizing and there are a few reasons for this. One being suddenly and without reason summarily dismissed from my place of business by a pack of imbecilic greed-mongers and progress junkies, with no brains and the morals of a slut on acid, doing so under the grossest of terms ("You're fired you old fuck get your piles outta' here). Extortion and bribery are wonderful ways to fire some fuck who you decided you didn't like, (I'm guessing bigotry but lord knows why), lying shamelessly about money supposedly missing from drops I had made (I never lose money, ever.) and using the extortionist method of threatening to call the fucking heat on me so I have the privilege of arguing against people who are certainly not on my side and sadistically so, have no problem stripping me of the last freedom I own, the ability to walk around peacefully and not bother anyone. The other option given, the one they needed so badly as to threaten me with being shackled and beaten and denied of any human rights I supposedly have, all 2 weeks before I would have qualified for unemployment. This is your culture America, read it and wheep, but while you're balling your eyes out of existence, remember that it's yours. Adlay stevenson once said that in a democracy, people get hte kind of government they deserve, and I'm leaning more towards agreeing with that sentiment than ever before. I had a premonition that morning and knew everything that transpired 4 ours earlier already. I also had my faithful voice recorder application in my phone so I've the whole thing on tape. Those filthy beasts will find their way into a book of mine someday, and I'll be even generous enough to not charge for the copies I send. Well, enough of this rancid gibberish.
All tangents aside, thanks for the complimentary remarks guys. Each soft touch roots its loving warm through my to my heart. I certainly love you all and not just because I have to, but because you're truly deserving of it in the highest order.
Watch out where the huskies go.
Thou
Thanks guys for the kind words;
"The expansion of intellect and .... to be completed tomorrow I've not slept in 2 days and it finally caught up whit me. Selah,
My eys are getting weary to be continued.
Wednesday.
Okay, here I'll bring it back from the lifeless atrophied pages of my notebook:
Thanks guys for the thoughtful sentiments shone upon me, it's this enigmatic place and you friends of mine that do so much for me, it's unreal and you'd doubt the sanctity of my resolve if you weren't privy to my inner most intellectual perceptions, and my innermost passionate humility.
A treatise on bluelight through my own perception, if you will:
Firstly, the effect on the populous (our people, not those others) with the expansion of intellect and critical thought, the unconditional moral and frenetic support and altruistic and pure loving concern bequeathed so gracious an tactfully, that gorgeous and sacred sense of communal intellectualism (or day I say, "intellectual communism?" I'll be downright fucked and and broken before I heed effort towards yellow journalism and their consistently deliberate perversion of our fucking language) that gives rise to the steadfast resolve necessary to combat the devastating and clearly dominant culture we all suffered through via just being born into the strange fuck of a thing. It's a king hell bastard of a community and if were I to have any hope left in me I'd hope and only hope that that the downtrodden will someday realize how much their being fucked and fucked good, penetrated through their minds and inevitably their wallets, and can ban together with the current figure of 13 percent of U.S. citizens who form their ideas based on logic, reason, and the questioning of information fed to them since adolescence.
Perhaps I do have that one pitiful lingering dream left, the dream I hate so much because its gross unlikelihood, but yearn for so much it became an obsession at one point. I can't tell which position is better, but regardless. Ill share the dream with you and only you, and never again because It's something I seldom have interest in anymore than unicorns, santa claus or the 3 little pigs. The beautiful capture of that image, fresh in my mind after two rums packed adequately with ice, a nation built on these principles of which I allude to, of partnership and love and communal ownership of all of our mother we've so far raped backwards and desecrated on a shallow and filthy whim. This beautiful place will be very similar to the utopian Island portrayed in Aldous Huxley's last novel of that same namesake.
Whatever the case, what matters is the paradigm and the possibilities inherent within it, and I'm delighted beyond repose to announce I'll be taking a long excursion in the form of a Kerouac style road trip across this "great" country of ours, fleeing like a parachute failed to meet as many of you as resources and time permits, as well as to explore the shit hole of a country and document every little cunt of a second. Don't worry, I'll have plenty of mescaline to help us beat the drums and hit the town as sincerely and insanely as the very chute that just failed us, finally coming to terms and deciding that a parachutes life isn't for him. Nothings worth it in so desperate a social spot, and deciding it just wasn't worth it any more is a reasonable gig in my books, especially as of late.
I'm sure many can sense this new found limitless resolve I'm utilizing and there are a few reasons for this. One being suddenly and without reason summarily dismissed from my place of business by a pack of imbecilic greed-mongers and progress junkies, with no brains and the morals of a slut on acid, doing so under the grossest of terms ("You're fired you old fuck get your piles outta' here). Extortion and bribery are wonderful ways to fire some fuck who you decided you didn't like, (I'm guessing bigotry but lord knows why), lying shamelessly about money supposedly missing from drops I had made (I never lose money, ever.) and using the extortionist method of threatening to call the fucking heat on me so I have the privilege of arguing against people who are certainly not on my side and sadistically so, have no problem stripping me of the last freedom I own, the ability to walk around peacefully and not bother anyone. The other option given, the one they needed so badly as to threaten me with being shackled and beaten and denied of any human rights I supposedly have, all 2 weeks before I would have qualified for unemployment. This is your culture America, read it and wheep, but while you're balling your eyes out of existence, remember that it's yours. Adlay stevenson once said that in a democracy, people get hte kind of government they deserve, and I'm leaning more towards agreeing with that sentiment than ever before. I had a premonition that morning and knew everything that transpired 4 ours earlier already. I also had my faithful voice recorder application in my phone so I've the whole thing on tape. Those filthy beasts will find their way into a book of mine someday, and I'll be even generous enough to not charge for the copies I send. Well, enough of this rancid gibberish.
All tangents aside, thanks for the complimentary remarks guys. Each soft touch roots its loving warm through my to my heart. I certainly love you all and not just because I have to, but because you're truly deserving of it in the highest order.
Watch out where the huskies go.
Thou
