pleasantly sedated

•2015-03-3 (Tuesday) • Leave a Comment

its a fine line between underdosed and economy. a fine line indeed.  the mouse doesnt disappear.  were in puppy now.  5.2  save point 3:47 pm

the only way theyll get near you is with prepared speeches delivered by other people.  the only way to represent a people, or a whole, is to have their best interests as your primary objective.  universally.  i think the sun hitting me right now is helping a lot.  its already gone.  that might have been it for the day.  dont call it captain sunshine.  dictator skipped from private past general. rent. striker.  now a live-action cosplay mash is flooding my brain.  my brain amuses me.

blade brush fire& wash

ah, more sun. :D.  time for music.   3:55 pm

ghostliness is a speed thing.  you can dodge glances.  you can catch glances.  sun. ahh.  the metafunctioning is the macrofunctioning.  thats what fracto-holographism tells us.    that kid was in that high school stoner movie, wasn’t he?  i am a professional wet blanket.  everything becomes unnecessarily sludgy and nobody knows why everything is different when it around, but they either like it or leave.  or they work here.  sorry to those people.  no, captive audience.  most public figure, with more information about the people of this town than anyone.  yeah, i think discussions across the library are inappropriate.  use im.  everyone here is either working, doing schoolwork, networking, or checking out the compacted tree mash which require us to speak to you.  we respect your time, so we mainly don’t speak.

nobody can get through it.  whoever can could edit.  wikify it.  do you realize how many hundred types of wikis there are?  super minimalist-coded, to high security data trails.  how do we not have a sneakernet station wagon network.  oh, we do.  you just havent given yourself high enough clearance yet.  its a matter of asking your higher self.  are you yourself trustworthy of following?  in what sense?  ideas, the construction of, the cooperative of everything nondestructive.  selling poison to children is destructive.  anyone who has written evidence from reliable sources which say so.  how legalese do we have to get?  entirely, sir.  theyve been lied to for their entire lives by the existing power structure.  tis the nature of hierarchy.  partition and fragment, that no one person may have the entire plan.  who is the production designer of this monstrocity?  monstre sitty.  i only work here. 4:10 pm

now im typing on a grey page and control k still doesnt add links.  open office has a way to change keyboard shortcuts.  abi office, apparently, does not.  that toolbar changer method is cool, though.  how do you know what a program does unless you look through its setting to see how you can make it act differently.  stop capitalizing my shit.  done.  takes once changing and it never does that any more.  my father, bless his tiny black heart, used this as a thing to complain to me about.  i wrote about, and studied, the most relevant things i could find, or others took the ideas i raised, and ran with them.  just say:  i have a billion slaves, way better than you, and i will go.  mostly you dont though.  just scale it to every logical size, send them out into the wild to be tested, and standardize the most efficient scales.  there is one meta-instruction. 4:44 pm.

the numerologist told me it was men who would help me.  that isnt quite it.  did he say we should seek them out?  not exactly.  what was it then?  that was two boy shaped humans talking in a basement overlooking a field, without reference to sportball, though he did say my car was going to last me a long time.  that could be our first priority.  shes dying.  its time to electrify her.  the original plan is to use old refurbished (rewrapped, maybe even) motors from local farms, so that theyll learn how to electrify up people cars when it makes sense to do that.  what if it could still pick up the gasoline drivetrain to transport it, either to set it as generator, or to get it to fuel sources.  i thought we were going to use biogas and woodgas and propane?  we are.  but solar and wind and human and animal are abundant and run on more diverse fuels, so can use what is available.  conversion of calories to kinetic motion.  blade brush & keystroke.  you are such a whore.  and how.  ok, new test.  take every cop that thinks weed should be legal and who protects whores sluts and teases with their very lives, never stealing services from them or anyone else.  those ones get to live.  they have to have performed both of those for at least a year before even being considered for our survivalist ostracism program.  i thought it was a fully inclusive society.  it will work best that way, but it is voluntary.  dictator aint going to assume youre a part of anything.  you have to make an affirmative statement to those ends.  i think thats how youre broken.  it may very well be.  put me back together with your gold then.  STOP STAMPING ON MY SHARDS YOURE ONLY MAKING IT HARDER FOR EVERYONE.  anyone who considers utopia improbable defines themselves as the enemy.  impossibilities are the only people that source ever puts me in contact with.  i guess thats how im convinced of my invincibility.  the world was like this when i got here.  i just looked around, and listened closely.

its funny, to me anyway, as anti-military industrial complex as i am, that i would consider integrating its infrastructure into our own.  we have to stop exclusionary thinking.  we bought these things.  if your business gets federal money, we own it.  we the people, anyone who ever put a dollar in.  the best ideas about what to do with it should be what we let ourselves do on it.  we can solve literally every problem for every person, family, and nation has ever had, in a weekend, trailing out to a week, month, and year in every direction.  at any point on earth, there would be near infinite human capacity.  an influx would only provide more cropmobbing task force.  new to a place?  go where the new people go to be sorted and distributed.  the house is just the database which connects you to those you wish to be connected with.  we consider ourselves a transitory community, espousing the best values of every tradition whose people we contain, the best cloudsourced teaching/instruction/technique for useful constructive and growth skills, interaction training, and health: personal, collective, and systematic.  the pronoun you have chosen makes me uncomfortable, so i would rather use a different one.  its genderfuck, son.  the anti-man.  anything but.  thats stupid, youre stupid.  clearly.  give me a dollar.  no, seriously, im gonna spend it on beer, but im trying to get the government to categorize me as crazy because nobody wants me to be president of the united states.  lol.  much better.  they refuse to demote you from dictator of planet retard slave.  steer the rock better IM TRYING dewars donuts, yodah. 

are we going to try logging into wordpress?  i dont remember the password.  you are perhaps the most luddite n00b techie i have ever encountered.  perhaps.  can we ditch this ridiculous notion of including all these people in this project and build our house/car?  theyre the ones with the expertise and experience.  but weve been building first drafts in our head for our whole lives.  nobody can see you.  what did i tell you about invisibility.  that its just dodging glances.  any impact should charge the kinetics.  did you know the military industrial complex just exists to keep poor people grounded and to prevent them from moving or mixing physically with other types of humans?  yeah, its an inbreeding factory.  hello, monoculture?  lol.  5:16 pm.

money cant buy all airwaves?  money owns all airwaves, it owns all the transmission lines, all the proprietary modes of communication, and the technology sending waves through our supposedly public space itself.  it seems to be the style of activism to state the opposite of reality as we have been sold it to be, as idealized, lied to us.  the spoon-fed, lip service idealism that bear no relation to reality.  i feel trapped.  i feel trapped by the people around me.  i feel trapped by the businesses, by the ways that these entities communicate.  capitalism, nay crapitulatism.  because it sells u crap and forces your compliance, is a trap.  its a cage.  there is no escape.  it is a series of systematic infinite loops from which there is no escape.  dear matrix: let me go.

the lack of beer isnt giving us panic attacks as much as physical pain.  old injuries and the persistent damage of having to live in a car town.  your meatbot can feel the reverberations of literally every heartbeat on the planet.  YOU THINK IT DOESNT CRY AT THE VIBRATION OF AUTOMOBILES, never mind the industrial trucks shaped like pickup that the most vicious thieves can afford.  when we all go back to zero, there will be nothing left to complain about.  it will be people walking around, working on permaculture projects together, eating together, living together peacefully, because peaceful interaction ought to be encouraged, not demonized. 

i am switching operating systems to post this.  k.  thank fore pain of tension ;p

universally loathsome

•2015-03-2 (Monday) • Leave a Comment

presently mashing audio of William Lewis: 911 in plane sight the director’s cut and pig destroyer’s album “book burner”.  i’m typing on at dell latitude d600 in the furthest back study carrol at the waupaca public library.  the bank says it’s 28 degrees outside, and my root chakra is a mess.  it’s a weird trade-off deciding between feeling like you’re being brutalized daily to deciding to just permanently live outside until one of them finally decides to be irreversibly charitable and put it out of its misery.  don’t talk like that.  i hate this planet.  this existence.  THE SKIN I GOT STUCK WITH.  i get more vile shit said to me EVERYWHERE I GO and you think your life is shitty.  for all the wrong reasons, because emo explosions trump effective evidenced critique 4:20 pm.

edited extra dash out of the file of today’s entry.

you’re just throwing wishes at the cloud, seeing if any stick.  i don’t care which one i end up working on, and i am below the usefulness threshhold for any one of them, as an isolated universally loathsome outcast.  i have no peers.  i have only imaginary coworkers who are probably just as terrified of me in real life as everyone else i encounter in real life everywhere on this crazy planet.  stop oucast-shaming.  all normative statements are shaming of the outliers.  you speak only in statistical stupidity.  can you not be awful once, even?  i see how people react to me.  i hear their thoughts, and they pity me because i learned how to live on no money and no attention and they’re not capable of not oppressing another being because capitalism, you , know, either.  it reminds me of what the birds used to tell me, every time they spoke to me, “they’re gonna kill you”  and i was always like, yeah i know it’s ok tell them to hurry up with it if the decision already made.

so capitalism has become the inability to think in terms of cooperative enterprises.  what decision of an entity could be outsourced to more than one person.  it’s ludicrous to consider.  local boss.  only possible solution.  cars are designed with one person being in control, and everyone else sitting like obedient students, facing forward and having their meat flung about at the will of one, probably the owner.  the centralizing force.  the “he” capable of legalized violence and hair trigger impatience.  it keeps all the broken humans in line.  this one was busted in the wrong places.

your higher self knows the answer.  there is a part of you that is smarter than your conscious self, thank god.  thank every deity.  do especially the traditions which are found to contribute to health and peaceful co-existence.  i don’t claim to speak for an institution, because no institutions will have me.  i know thousands of people with paying gigs with labor-devaluation institutions, but my experience and demeanor do not lend me to anyone asking me to become a citizen again.  you are not a citizen if you do a commodifiable task for which your bargaining for your wage is not collective.  in other words, nobody is.  you’re one paycheck away from homeless, but you still keep yourself isolated and strung out on corporate media.  it’s sad to watch.

men are like, “non-competitive?  like how you have to be when a girl already belongs to a man” and the image i got of paternalistic white supremacist kierarchy was one of a man holding his daughter down by the neck, pulling oh his wife’s wrist, and yelling at his son to “stop being a pussy”.  the identification with, it’s almost either side of the dichotomy.  once you see it happening, do you side with the victim, or does anyone speaking against the violent one make you turn against them?  sheep people belong to the alphas.  it’s unfortunate that they have the same appearance as peaceful people, but once they act, the diagnosis can be made.  industry only protects the invasive, or the enablers of the invasive.  no, we have to keep it that way.  i can’t risk unemployment with all my student loans.  MOST PEOPLE HERE HAVE BEEN HOMELESS FOR YEARS.  i need a job where i don’t have to talk on the phone or interact with men ever.  boy animals aren’t necessarily men.  girl animals aren’t necessarily not men.  men need to be broken of the institutionalized violence that enslaves this planet, if any of us are to be free.  or executed, after being given every chance to rehabilitate.  that being said, dictator got a serious misandry bloodlust.  planet retard slave universally tells dictator to keep stepping.  it pauses, momentarily, in hotspots, quiet spots, and warm spots.  structures it has occupied or fallen in love with tend to be incinerated shortly after it leaves, just as alone as it was when it arrived.

i witness my own torture.  everyone tells me i do it to myself, because that completely avoids any question of help and shuts me down, entirely.  most people are only full of expressions that have the emotional effect of screaming DON’T YOU DARE TRY TO MAKE ME CARE ABOUT YOUR PATHETIC LOSER EXISTENCE and i meekly reply with, may i return with word of a population threshhold being attained for participation GET OFF MY PROPERTY BECAUSE I DON’T CARE TO KNOW WHAT ANYTHING YOU THINK MEANS IF IT COULD POSSIBLY PUT SOMEONE IN YOUR POSITION.  i don’t assign tasks, other than the formation of the entity itself.  what it does, i have a single vote, just like everyone else.  as long as we LARGE WE have homeless, friendless, lonely entities, our purpose is to find/build homes/lives/friends for those people.  nutrition distribution is a viable use of collective funds.  various large scale venues for multi-purpose dwellings.  THIS CAR-CENTRIC EXISTENCE IS CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT, seriously, both to the drivers and to everyone else within earshot.  it’s not just noise.  it’s english.  the language?  yup.  it’s the voice of colonialization.  there are more neutral languages, and there are more gentle ways to use english.

capitalism.  there’s no money to put poor people in houses, unless their freedom is completely restricted and their caging interrupts a business competitor with the dominant monopoly.  capitalism exists for the worst possible motives.  consent is the best possible motive.  a single person being the gatekeeper for everyone else along for the endeavor is the opposite of consent.  name a thing that doesn’t operate like that here.  you have the driver, the boss, the owner, the manager, and everyone else.  every contract is just switches or sliders in a database.  every contract ever written.  you can’t see most of them, because the monopoly is of the killers.  stop calling what government employees do: murder.  murder is the illegal taking of life.  if you kill someone in self-defense, or because it’s your job to kill people, chances are you will be able to give an acceptable excuse, and you will not be convicted of the offense called murder.  people replace descriptions of the reality of things they don’t understand, with legal terms, all the time.  mass media does it, to keep people terrified, helpless, and dumb (both mute and stupid).  yes, all mass media.  granted, the machine will come down on you like a ton of bricks if you help someone die who wants to die, but that’s just another form of torture.  NO.  YOUR BODY LITERALLY BELONGS TO US, AND JUST BECAUSE NONE OF US WILL PAY YOU TO DO ANYTHING DOESN’T MEAN WE CAN’T BEAT ON YOU FOR FUN.  that’s not what the constitution says.  YES IT DOES.  voter, citizen, money haver.  drivers.  these are the only ones even deserving of respect.  this world is terrible.  you are useless.  here, maybe.  no, anywhere.  complaining.  heh.  my new resume.

experience: walking around, getting drunk, typing about shit nobody anywhere cares about, thinks they can do anything about, or will budge on, ever.  i never bent well.  bending, i can do.  grinding, also.  not like yoga or stretching, my body is so physically atrophied and sore from being in a constant state of panic, and i am extremely sensitive to sounds.  i also create a multitude of noises.  i try to keep them contained, but they leak out.  all my shit is busted old junk.  everything.  the only people i have any respect left for, are either homeless, or i haven’t met them yet.  i loathe men, nearly universally.  yes including myself.  don’t punish me for it, or i’ll bolt.  yeah, i will have dependents when i am funded. 

hope is delusional

my natural inclination is to pick things up

•2015-02-26 (Thursday) • Leave a Comment

paces, stuff on the ground, people’s spirits.  i try to keep up my tolerance to make the daily constitutional more tolerable.  plenty me type killaz holler regardless.  i feel like an infant before everyone.  their all goo goo gah gah and im all what is wrong with you quit ow stop why are you talking about me like i’m not here. emotions are illegal?  oh great, this reality.  if it seems to be set on impossible mode, it just means you mastered the lower easiness somewhere along the way.  or wanted to try it out, without possible chance of future, survival, let alone winning.  SINE ME UPP SNOTTIE. pigpen. what?  reminder call today.  IGNORE. control heartbeat.  steady.  listen to voicemail.  reminder.  tomorrow.  k.  good.

the life and adventures of agent u.  agentually.  age ent chew ali. ag en jewely.  u bout busted the springs on that goatse bandwagon, sis.  cripes.  5:26 pm.

life is a video game.  i just saved my progress.  i haven’t actually shared much of anything.  as a participant in fascism, i want to bargain with the cloud/house/commons for my survival/life.  i don’t have much, but i’m out of practice, and not really into stiff-arm relationships.  nobody seems to be handing me the keys.  i never had much interest in depth.  skim through life on executive summaries.

dictator is running prison scenarios now.  designing open source 3d printed gardening tools with fellow inmates.  or a project plan submission to the employees of the prison to a communal rebuilding of the facility into off-the grid communal housing rebuilt by family and friends of everyone admitted by full consensus through quasi-public permaculture projects on any and every property any of them control.  we submitted this proposal to the municipalities of earth years ago.  most of them are literally offended by it.  they’ll probably start injuring their children “by accident” and loudly, dangeerously using their factory tanks disguised as, huge hurtful wastes of precious resources maintained by oppression, violence, and the caging of thinking organisms for a variety of ridiculous excuses.  infinite personality disorder.  we’ve heard this one.  next.

oh yeah, we heard about you.  blacklisted at the firewall level.  everyone that can see you does.  nobody else even can using this infrastructure.  you’re a ghost.  you might feel like you’re saying things to the outside world.  the “universal” in universal resource locator.  we can work on this at home.  do we need a keyboard or a writing surface?  where are we going to take the call?  i say park.  shouldn’t we just be home with internet & toilet.  it’s going to take an hour.  yeah.  the waking up for a 1:15 call is the hardest part?  no, the time traveling.  back to being a citizen.  and, don’t even say it.  we all know what you were.  do you now.  you were there? or you heard from someone who was.  you are an invasive.  you are a disease.  leave us alone.  that i do.

hollywood psy ops triggers, don’t matter who you thought you became.  we can put you back through the wringer.  yes, oh great and holy public resume.  lol.  i might have some somewhere.  i reported everything all the relevant years.  pretty sure nobody has liked me or wanted me around, including and especially me.  our root chakra is doing backflips right now.  it has a cyst.  it has thousands.  i have three dollars and all my shit.  i want to build myself a house with it that pays back everyone who helps on it proportionally both in how much they get back and how much it can make.  the freelance job of freelance jobs.  automated cloudsurfing via waste streams.  uber-n-bee baefinda globe trottr.  every warez u want of b?  quite. 5:48 pm

my body’s not going to let me do this.  it just locks up.  it’s like a steel wall.  gently rapping on it now to test its thickness.  government gongs are always the best tone.  did i condition myself to this, or is this my manchurian candidate implant kicking in?  is this us hacking our brain’s counter-survival instinct?  something.  salvation?  hardly.  if i was paid to do nothing i will be free to assist friends for cost.  isn’t that what we do now?  no, you are still in hibernation mode.  we’re speaking directly to the higer self in these transmissions.  infinitely variable double inverted cones & planetary gearing switches.  hydrostatic variables with inputs for every passenger/passerby.  remember that car in scoobie doo that went up on stilts and came back down on and hid smaller cars inside it?  yeah, but i thought scoobie doo gave you nightmares.  one episode did.  up until then i think i pretty much loved it.  the sounds, & i always feel like animals are participatory characters that fascist speciesist assholes insult and dehumanize right to their faces, so people treating a dog like a person was i thought a good thing at the time.  apparently.  get control of this time machine, sir.  no chance of that, really.

well, we filled out more of that phone cheat sheet than i thought we would.  i have realistic expectations.  they will probably deny me and i will have to brave seeing/talking to another doctor about my state.  can this rebalance me?  how could it not.  it’s a lottery ticket.  it’s slightly better odds than that.  better spend that last three dollars on the lotto, though.  three dollars.  my life is a clown show.  is it good?  i don’t have anything to compare it to.  it seems pretty godawful compared to how everyone else seems, but everyone else seems to have their own difficulties with things that don’t seem to bother me.  it’s a strange trade off.  don’t become homeless if you can avoid it.  it doesn’t really develop character, so much as splinter it.  i am a pile of shards now.  good luck with that.  heh thanks.

7:40 pm the list of disorders that describe me is kind of funny.  if you think tragedy is comedy.  it’s a strange thing to have to trick your own brain into doing things.  bargain, plead.  i am not as capable of controlling it as some other people are.  it’s quite a phenomenon.  be well, whatever that means for you.

how to win it heart

•2015-02-25 (Wednesday) • Leave a Comment

lean in and whisper.  [time it takes to get there] til full permission. no till.

too obscure.  i don’t even get that.  lol.  stop editorializing everything.  oh, reality can’t have an mystery of science/theatre about it?  that proscenium is georgous.  we will see them all again. 3:37 pm

as a negative thought floated through my head, a baby cried in the distance.  it smiled, imagining politically powerful eunuchs through history.  wiki me this, fillmore.  stop trying to diagnose yourself.  stop avoiding others’ diagnosis.  diocese.  of gnosis.  you are an sentient meatbot.  your vibration detecting biofuel pibedal workhorse suit can propel you quite a jaunt if you’re willing to let it.

the closest i can tell to the truth:  i start to get emotional panic attacks, or did, at work, every time there wasn’t something job-related for me to do.  super figety.  by the time i was living off my typing skills alone, i would spend close to forty full hours, with usually loud, frantic music, typing an endless list.  i did a temp job for a large student loan payment processor (industrial usury is my professional specialty.), and by setting my workstation’s screen depth and keyboard shortcutting switching them back & forth, while both appearing fully on the screen (tab-switchable database window & ocr scan from which partial recognition demanded human attention.), i completed 240 entries by the time our supervisor had called us together for a meeting.  i think the next fastest had completed 130.  the opposite side of the born/bred/educated for fascism coin is obedience.  slaviness.  i am a whip cracker.  nobody likes working for or near me, because i viciously advocate for full inclusion of the “most radical” distribution ideas, though it outsources specialty to, well vast swaths of the population.  you have to.  no industry is free from taint.  you must all be reporters on your livelihoods, and you must all demand that we can build/maintain as/for ourselves a system designed to optimize peace health and the actually literally implemented “free market” of ideas, currency, and rule itself.  this jurisdiction by square footage is pointless if ruthless industrialists keep anyone living near the last few resources at gunpoint or in cages for literally any reason.  i worked at a humane society for three days.  you know how i got the dogs to get along?  i put them next to each other, without drama.  they didn’t bark at each other any more after that.  those dogs were being trained for hyper aggro security alarms you jerk, now they’re just licky snuggly meat pillows.  aren’t we all. 3:54 pm.

it’s off, two me, that my historical normative idealism has melded with my inclusionary experience of increasingly diversified audience.  co-audience.  you’re still holding it against people whether they can stand to listen to you.  that’s not fair.  listen or don’t, i can’t deny you any right that i demand for myself.  wouldn’t want to.  i’m not interested in testing the breaking point any further.  i feel pretty much completely shattered.  word, mind, & deed.  bad habits are easy and simple to retrain, and old dogs are actually quite receptive to tricks, new and old, if you maintain firm gentle rapport with them.  TREAT THAT ANIMAL HOW YOU WISH TO BE TREATED.  they speak english for you.  they echo your emotions and you curse them and restrict them with violence the same way you do to your children.  it makes me kind of sick, many times.  humans are the ones that need the training.  each and every one of us.  society has progressed to a point where we could, quite easily, all be much better people.  we could learn how to be much healthier, by being, much healthier, without internal combustion and out in the open.  let the sunshowers reign.  tag it, rate it, comment plus it, meet it author leave it busk tip, designate it, free space can ping, wiki-constitution.  credit given, time respected, living wage minimum, post audit resource/income reflected.  are you rhyming code again.  yes.  i don’t know the lightest toughest programming language yet.  i mean, you have to feed them raw code if they’re to get in on the ground floor.  who is.  all of them.  everyone together?  yep.  in person or online.  yes.  if you got a multiscreen t1 at home, by all means participate from there.  i have a few workstations, but bring those if you have them, too.  digital cameras, video stuff.  i am going to donate all of my worldly posessions to a crowdsourced audit/categorization/sorting algorithm.  made out of flesh and blood.  NEURONS, MACH SPELLS.  settle please, sir.  yes sorry.  i get carried away.  what if we just turn it into a bike.  what if we put electric drive/break wheels on the non-drive wheels and run her full manual hybrid.  i thought you wanted to electrify the controls so she’d be remote controllable, too.  yes, with full-onboard manualization/lock-out.  yes, yes. safety features and redundancy, what else is new?

WELDERS oh cripes.  frame trussing, yo.  partial transparency due to interior projection onto translucent membrane.  just lights or full video of the other side.  it could change depending on who was watching it, and will have onboard kinetic partipant energy-adders to charge it.  yeah, just pedal it for however long the computer says and the energy cost of your at-cost dank shall be covered.  my self-driving houseboat car transformer dragon kite restaurant venue will have every bell and whistle that can be packed into her near original car-size footprint.  she curl up & hide in plane site.

i’d say i’ve been a 9/11 “truther” and many other types of “conspiracy theorist” well before i ever heard those terms or collected those documentaries or read those websites/articles or ripped off that legal education.  that’s debatable.  i’m not the one who determines my salary.  there are no means by which humans near me decide to put resources into me or any of my operations, so they don’t.  there are infinite means.  you’re doing this.  what?  spending every last ounce of political or social capital you were ever given, on truth.  nobody does that.  nobodies DO that.  see, you’re not helping yourself.  and that disallows anyone from contradicting my actions?  talking to someone with whom you can’t win ought be taken as a sign that competitive discussion may itself be the problem.  4:22 pm.

5:47 pm.  if i could get reasons why i can’t be hired by the places who won’t hire me.  it’s auto-quarantine.  if they play tv there, commercial anything really.  eventually i will be overwhelmed by panic attacks.  gender essentialism, it all sends me bolting.  violent movie/tv references.  corporate entertainment media is used regularly as a discussion-killer.  just traumatize everyone like they were traumatized when they first saw it, and you’re golden.  right back to work, everyone.

can you imagine if you could wake up whenever you felt like it, which would build the schedule for your day based on what was needed or being done, or what you felt like doing.  you can’t code anarchism from a crapitulo-fascist mindset.  if you’re still forced to survive within usury competitivism, you are also a capitalist.  it’s all sliders.  everything is not just a bit of everything it interacts with, it is a bit of everything that is.  we must accept that part of ourselves which we had been previously trained to disrespect/ostracize/shame/judge/doubt.  it has a place, and for it to be for the common good, it has to be in the open.  the common good requires common oversight.  yes, i’m talking about a government “job” to use the ancient stupid slave term, which thanks you for asking for a dose of your medicine, and watches/uses your changed presence as it sees fit.  do this thing in the open that others may learn how it affects you.  some may follow suit.  some may anti-follow.  everyone will learn.  what is it you have against learning, anyway?  always wanting to throttle discussion, bandwidth, and keep usage temporary, movable, and commodifiable/fungible.  what about that which has no reason to ever be sold?  the construction of this state of permaculture will give every crewperson aboard mother gaia the helixing suncatcher the right to occupy any and every spot their presence is deemed helpful.  yes data should be a human right.  yes people should be fed/housed as a matter of course.  yes training in every discipline should be rolling/ongoing/free.  with the advancement of materials science, we are well on the road to personal flying cars from birth.  roads?  those abominations we busted up and turnt into razed beds for wheelchair access?  that wood not used in survival infrastructure shall be hugelcultured.  stop combusting your planet.  please.  the warmth you wish to achieve is available from time-stretching source itself.  like a trombe wall?  exactly.  it rolls itself to the sunny parts.  hold that temperature.

6:04 pm.  did we even google electric bike wheels/hubs today?  not yet.  should we have used the kitchen?  i don’t see how we could have.  it was empty.  they see their role as overseer.  they do not see it as problematic.  you can’t make those choices for an entire society.  it’s what the alpha does.  the most calm, assertive writer does whatever the person holding their survival over them says.  those of independent/indominable survival instinct get what they pay for. and or, can handle. 6:15 pm.

7:14 pm.  glanced through the paperwork.  i have both state and federal welfare in the works here.  food “stamps” and disability.  that magic green credit card that only works on food.  are we going to spend our last two dollars on beer.  hell yes.  great.  we have ten days to do the foodshare six month review thing (no changes, no changes, no changes), and the phone interview is on friday.  it will last at least an hour.  (no changes, no changes, no changes) except that it feels more like ptsd now than depression, if i do say so myself.  your amateur opinion doesn’t really matter.  i know.  seriously, of all the things that i know, that my opinion doesn’t matter, is primary.  sometimes, people cosign my beliefs.  or, tiny segments of them.  you’d be surprised how much of an actual anarchist the average american citizen actually was if they weren’t under constant threat of violence.

the foodshare thing is done.  it’s rare that i can use that as an avoidance tactic.  those are all i have.  literally, have you ever seen me build something useful?  say something creative or kind?  none of those things will get you money, let alone hired.  i’d say i’m not looking to get hired, but i am.  nothing i say makes sense, because sense cannot be made, it’s something that must be sensed.

the house slipstreams updates into the installer.  you can get a cd printed of it, if you like wasting media.  any networkable or usb-capable drive can load the latest freshest images of all your favorite operating systems.  why don’t we just put ubuntu on everything?  i like puppy.  you don’t have to write changes to the drive if you made them in the cloud in the first place.  there will be nondestructive text editors.  script everything.  god will be the function that sorts it out.

its knot just teh day

•2015-02-24 (Tuesday) • Leave a Comment

it’s every.  day.

all days, mostly, are everyday.  we feel like the what we are.  let’s go with the least jarring.  let’s not have this discussion.  it doesn’t matter.  unattached slave bot.  different standards for every individual.  i don’t know that i want to be conditioned to be around people more regularly.  yes, that we definitely do.  who are they.  where?  don’t limit it.  we are bottoming out here.  full of trash and not a cosign on the block.  what do we need a cosign to redesign voluntary government for.  people don’t see how being actually free & valued would be better than, well, how it is now.  why do plebes even know these meta-statistics?  it’s easy.  so monkey fracking easy.  have your car turned solar electric at the post office garage.  training & electrical refurbishing techniques being taught daily or as required at the library sunup to sundown.  start whenever you want, stay for as long as you want.  secured sound isolated (or not) sleep areas are available as soon as you get your lazy butts to work and go build them in the old warehouses and hillsides which DON’T CLEAR CUT THAT.  KEEP AS MANY OF THOSE TREES AS POSSIBLE.  DIVERSIFY THE UNDER-CANOPIES WITH ok, you go talk to one of the permaculture people on staff.  dictator’s not qualified to speak on that.  sweet.  on-the-fly blocked by the house herself.  that’s beautiful, ma’am.  thanks, house. house will translate.  threeps.  if i had it to do again, i’d change it all.  doesn’t work that way, champ.  it does, some places.  we’re still cleaning out the residue of our indoctrination.  no, we just know how bad we are.  sorry.  doing this in public because, but we’re not.  we are.  there’s a pile of government mail, staring me down.  5:41 pm.

i don’t know how to talk to me either, if it’s any consolation.  you could try in public, but dictator’s usually just going to bite your head off or rip your spine out with his dragon tongue.  flick.  *mentally googles something that would have been funny*  love that.  word stubs.  you are good at writing yourself into corners.  so i’ve heard.  i’m good at dance-talking to feral deers too, but you don’t hear me crying about it.  yes, we do actually.  it’s ok.  lol.  5:48 pm.

are we going to do this.  we have a few days, chill.  did we get frostbite on the tip of our toe?  maybe.  ptsd is way more fun than the liberal media will have you believe.  as long as you can find music to sing along with those voices.  or is it decoding that within.  isn’t the root grokhealth?  couldn’t we fork it into the light. DON’T YOU GET IT.  EVERYONE IS REQUIRED TO HATE YOU FOREVER.  IT’S LIKE AN UNWRITTEN RULE.  i don’t accept that.  enough have begun to nullify your assertions that violence is natural.  that living almost entirely outside isn’t natural.  the berzerkers have to live in the super-cold areas, orr, mother gaia feels how desolate and isolated they are, seeing as they overheat so easily.  you overclock that thing permanently, and you ain’t stretching it’s capabilities any more, you’re crushing them.

the pressure trigger directs warm fluid through the occupied seats.  the modular food container infrastructure is self-cleaning and expandable to serve as many as common interoperable participants could hitch their wagons together.  meta-floor-it cull e-sleeping.  i feel like napping.  i feel like asking the humane society if they’ll take me in as a stray.  we keep thinking about high temperature resilient putties for the stove(s)?  six flywheels now. corner posts for savonius intake, toroidally wrapped braking/acceleration coils.  primary gyro drive.  central, low, gimbled water-adjustable flywheel.  perhaps mechanical input, but definitely an electric motor.  it’s a spaceship shaped like a 1983 toyota huntsman.  what?  are we really going to have the cabin pressurized to high altitude flight.  we might have to.  no, turn the structure into a wing bank with louvered panels.  put on a space suit.  we need the aluminum crimper to scan us to build that, too.  seriously iron man suits?  no, any animal you want suits, that can turn into camoflaged homes silently.  so diy into the wild.  yeah no.  i am easily disturbed.  i wasn’t properly conditioned as an anything.  it didn’t take.  dictator won’t get out of our head.  nobody else is putting it our of their head, so it must be supposed to be here.  now.  for now.  do you have an offer to help me?  i don’t just want money, and i really don’t want to have to work for you.  are you getting picky now?  when have i not been picky.  i have omnivision.  doesn’t really matter how you sheild it when we can see through lead.  we have every super power.  you can manipulate metal.  it’s called a pliers.  why didn’t we get that.  we never get anything.  you sure use a lot of definitive statements for someone who doesn’t believe in difinitive statements.  “i wasn’t there,” it’s all, and i am pretty sure i saw you there.  you’re a beautiful machine, and my work life balance could use some cash. i’d like to be able to afford a vehicle i can sleep in.  not land?  oh please.  on what planet could someone in my position ever hope to own, control, or have the right to step foot on privately owned land.  why don’t we just write the app.  it would take all of a weekend.  the legalese is going to be the hard part.  no, because the documentation has to be good, and more importantly, it has to be a collaborative process.  we can port suggestions from anywhere to the rules, and the rules of interaction can be individual.  unique.  to each their own.  dictator puts in a brief socialization request on each new property.  we have orientation dinners every night somewhere.  they rotate, oscillate, and retain their own unique character despite cycling one another through circuits that keep them all consciously aware of each other.  can i bolt, is always my question.  i always only ever bolt.  RUN AWAY.  i sit and listen a lot.  i visit the big water.  it tells me to build robotic solar/wind houseboat racecars for my friends.  need-based priority, full sliding scales.  it’s going to be an elastic suspension of varying hardness and density, pathways can add themselves if they see fit, if the house has a use.  defaults will invite nearby participants to reap benefits on productive energy days.  so the walls themselves are robotic sous vide compartments that can tilt sideways and turn into a bank of wings to provide lift?  or to fill the emergency water tanks, or the hot tub.  lol.  it can disguise itself as a variety of years/models, stored on playerpianoesque reels if you like.  that’s ridiculous.  i’m sure someone will want to do that.  one of them is grown.  we weave saplings in a pan around the framed-in doors, windows, and ducts.  sturdy root systems hold the entire structure together.  it has solar desalinization and distillation for seafaring adventures.  get enough lift, and she’ll fly.  wing banks, drones & balloons.  it’s like a robotic kite.  it’s like a reverse engineered transformer hack.  we were thinking about rolling segments.  it’s going to squat unoccupied, right?  lock-down, don’t block the pedestrian view of traffic, put-it-in-the-garage mode.  so are the walls going to collapse up like as rolling segments, or multi-folded?  different sections could do both, yes.  depending on need.  send up the solar wall, house.  whirr.  fanks buddeh.  woof!  good house. *butt wiggle*

she could have a tail.  why not?  car is quickly going toothless.  smaug is pretty, but about as dimensional as the rest of the characters.  it’s fancy d&d, i suppose.  i don’t know anything about d&d.  it was always one of those things someone could teach me about if they love it enough, or something someone else and i could try for the first time with.  what is it with your primacy obsession?  least resources.  YOU DON’T KNOW THAT.  you don’t want to live in a pop-up.  if it’s done well enough, why not?  collapsible walls of bubble wrap foil, tyvek, and wool blankets, redwood paneling.  it’s a sweatlodge with removable heat pod.  can you imagine that?  she seals up with a shell and takes off her coat, which becomes a dome around a campfire that is the rocket stove.  are we still having her capable of doing the ground prep and seed incubation?  yes.  she is a rolling tree greenhouse.  tender loving care.  yeah right.  FLY RIGHT OR YOU’RE COMPOST that’s how the farmer does it.  yes, she can build in-ground subtle water-handling infrastructure to deliver large loads.  like if we became friends with storage units and collected rainwater for nearby gardens?  you keep thinking about water trailers for bikes and semi tractor-trailers and everything in-between.  why not just channel that water to swales that feed to growing beds.  those mowers and other internal combustion can run the house generator or line-shop.  you know how open source ecology does power pods?  like that.  they’re so boxy.  those things should look like spider horses.  this is the fork, sir.  how is it a fork when we just steal their ideas and integrate their best ones into our own.  your universe is only as diverse as you make it, and if you’re charging money and accepting people’s labor, they better be walking away with some skills and open source attitudes, i’ll tell ya what.  sensitivity training by need.  was that ving rhames?  where is my dvd collection.  i’m missing some old movies.  i interact with multiple operating systems now.  they are locked to scripting to the uninitiated.  it’s all online.  6:50 pm.

7:40 pm are we about done here.  probably.  these are big paragraphs.  ah ha.  thanks.  yup, you too.

the world’s pain

•2015-02-23 (Monday) • Leave a Comment

how many days, percentage wise, would you say you feel like you’re taking on the pain of the world?  4%, maybe. that’s one of the fun things about poverty.  once money loses meaning, it doesn’t matter how much it costs.  obtaining it requires association with the insta-pundits.  zero parts per google, i tol ya.  you’ve never seen hatred distilled this pure.  there are always reasons.  good ones.

the family.

mom, i share a demon with.  angels, too, but.  ask her what her objections are to my cooperative government/presidential-campaign.  ask her what my gender is.  then argue with whatever she says.

dad.  i am mini-me to this creepy rapey invasive polymath.  fuck you, father.  eat shit and die.  my dream involves establishment of a mesh of tool libraries, material stores, workspaces, and museums.  it is an all-inclusive system of maintaining relationships between humans.  those who i believe belong in the cabinet level ranks are able to hear me.  they understand.  this relationship is compromised by a hex.  it’s a blocking blockage.  the never-was sarchasm of one schooled in jealous rage, for all the wrong reasons.  you can’t blame any of them.

they should put successories posters all over the public places.  america’s incentive system!

i’m typing, and it’s getting nasty, again.  we should really just delete these days.  no, these are the most important days for them to read about.

they won’t have anything to do with anything i think is important.  they thrive on causing me pain.  if i were to get the support of family and friends, the murder squads that light planet retard slave’s homesteads by remote control

oprahz on loop.  third cup of coffee, still warm.  pile of anxiety attacks shaped like envelopes from debt collectors and the government.  the things that bliss me out, you absolutely refuse to understand.

the rest of the family, i basically am not allowed/capable of seeing without the approval of these three, so oh the third.  my sister.  the huge sister.  i think she’s as abusive as the rest of us, but she has two children who she’s training to be just like the other two.  i would shelter and protect, teach and serve them as if they were my own, were i asked.  were you capable.  no, it is the refusal of the three to cease participating in murder inc, let alone listen to the problems from a freelance transition analyst.  oh branding.  wonderful.  fuck you.  everything i fart runs circles around your most epic life goals.  you ruin everything.  what, by trying to teach you what oppression on the nuclear family scale looks like?  EVERYTHING YOU EVER SAY TO ME.  how are you?  you know how i am.  you see how i am, you hear how i am, you never inquire why i stay far away from all of you BECAUSE YOU DELIGHT IN PAIN, DEATH, DISEASE, AND THE SARCASTIC ISOLATION OF STATISTICAL OUTLIERS FOR THE LEAST IMPORTANT REASONS.  are you talking about you or me?  exactly.  don’t tell me you forced me out in the cold because you sought my “approval” as large sibling when you didn’t care about it last time.  oh, like i’m going to give you additional ammunition against me.  mom pulls that shit on me all the time.  get ‘em talking so you can immediately attack.  enforcement of the tiniest possible conception of human participation in the whole.  terror.  isolationist co-torturers.  LOVE THE PAIN, JUST LOVE IT.  IT’S YOUR ONLY OPTION EVER, IT NEVER STOPS, IT NEVER LETS UP, AND IT NEVER SLOWS DOWN YOU CAN LOVE IT OR GO BACK OUT IN THE THE COLD OR STARVE OR DIE OR DECAPITATE YOUR WORTHLESS FUCKLESS SELF BENEATH THE WHEELS OF A TRAIN for all, i care.  2:06 pm.

DAILY WAKING REMINDER THAT TIPTOEING POLARITY RESPONDER BETA GORILLA IS POLICING THE UPPER FLOORS.  yeah, i hear you.  don’t talk to me.  my mother has a guard dog, who is shaped like a liberal cop.  he drives a ford, he says, “how are you?” when asked explicitly and directly to stop.

what do you think self-loathing is?  we exhibit the archetypal characteristics of the institutions of our people.  we have no choice in the matter, beyond some karmic sense of “you chose this life” but you can’t twist anybody’s arm in the real world.  it’s coercion, duress.  in private, once you’re under the shelter of an institution, all bets are off.  when rejection from the institution is considered viable punishment, it’s recognition that one’s society has become so hopelessly inbred that someone has to leave, completely, to incorporate non-corrupted dna.  i’m kind of a fan of the fire & brimstone.  i will reign weather i has ur help or not.

can you tell us the day that your body was invaded by this razor-tongue weilding space dragon that forged itself out of anti-matter at the center of a mesh of black holes?  it was gradual, time-space wise, but we’d been in negotiations since birth.  i asked to be placed with the being in the worst possible location.  so, like human the video game on hard mode?  yup. you never realized that the device which would eventually burn all of the actual knowledge of reality, time, & space, would be plaintext comments beneath public urls, didja.  AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA.  all i ever do is teach.  YOU GOTTA WANT IT.

how do you know so many angels for being such a creepy old white man?  ow.  well, people who don’t block vibes, can read them.  abused children see me coming from miles away, and they gather to relight me like squiddies on a miner drill bot.  it’s just a natural human survival instinct.  it’s actual kindness.  not outsourced to infrastructure or the electrical grid.  fucking landlords.  careful, sir.  oh please.  i have only ever been under supervision.  i am incapable of misbehaving.  you push your luck.  i never had any luck.  why can’t you see the utter rejection of your family in a positive light?  don’t i?  poverty has taught me how i am.  how we are.  the world only treats you ugly if you are ugly.  gentle things flee.  completely independent survivalist curb dwellers can take out none of what you can dish out.  you are an excuse for us to get back to our roots.  you don’t think i’m not protecting the marginalized creatures of this jurisdiction, do you?  from the state?  from the disease.  what cancer?  people LOOOVE cancer here.  polarity responders, ma’am.  right.

dichotomy is monoculturalism.  on off, left right, push pull, loose tight.  good bad, permanent fad.  i have been having songs written explicitly about my earthly self since i was capable of discovering novel soundforms.  that’s a brainful.  you said it, man.

intellectual property?  the person who opens the shutter owns it.  the person who it is of, has literally no right to know whether it exists, nor money made off it’s sale, nor say as to its distribution.

it is a rare child/pet that doesn’t look annoyed at being filmed.  WHO IS THIS ROBOT YOU ABSORBING MY SOUL WITH?  is the look.  is he saying going pro, or going broke?  yes.  it’s a free-floating conference center.  YOU NEVER HAVE TO SEE ANOTHER HUMAN BEING IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE THEM.  all you have to do is live by the robots.  they’re smarter, nicer.  most are out there talking to strangers, seeking attention, validation, and information.  it is the saving grace of the meatbot that the mamallian brain literally seeks life.  the cancer is fully internalized, sir.  it’s holding up vast swaths of their dna.  i know.  as a healer, you can’t always save a life.  you can, however, make the transition less traumatic.  more peaceful.  it has described us as a suitcase dirty bomb, a wrecking ball (on its public resume, no less), and other vicious descriptors.  what’s my name?  we barely inhabit it’s brain at all.  yes, we plan to use the mertes “boy” or whatever, to take over the world for and as the species writ large.  we defer to its natural responses most of the time.  it’s an extraordinary machine, that child.  under the gerontocracy, i am not allowed to advocate for the wellbeing of children from their own parents.  i will not be at the receiving end of your romote control deathbot.  it doesn’t take muscle to deliver poison.  the most dismissive thing that exists, is just looking slightly away.  keep it under observation in the periphery, but don’t actually look directly into the floodgates.  it will break you.  in a single encounter.  imagine love it or leave it, embodied in human form.  the cold dead hand of the market.  outsourced, subdivided, and patrolled by the panopticon itself.  holy god, that’s beautiful.

get out of here.  fuck off forever.  IF YOU HAVE JUDGMENTAL THINGS TO SAY, DOUBTS OR TIME-WASTING FASHION-CRITIQUES, JUST LEAVE.  there is no time for joking.  there is actual work to be done.  we have to communicate about work to know what work is to be done.  not a peicemeal, socio-economically separated, machine-culled wannabe representation of the commercial ways it has been done for the last century alone.  the extermination of a species is for extraction purposes.  the narrative of killing dragons has been around for a while.  did the annunaki’s put us here to mine their gold, aka kill all of the other species that stood in their way here on earth?  how do you not think of us as alien composites?  we share characteristics with literally every type of life on this planet.  you’re not excpetional.  you’re the virus.  the dragon-exterminators.  literally, there is nothing in the history of humanity to be proud of, other than the individual peaceful mutual relationships between vastly different species.  emostratification.  does it only happen in the cloud?  music venues, also.  how do you even hear about the shows where the most exotic species are invited?  you have to be one to even want to show up.  ah. 2:45.  goes twet. bi

honestly, dictator sees it role as getting everyone laid.  why?  because orgasms are fun, and after the rest of the panopticon is satisfied, maybe it will be our turn.  people often mistake my realism for sour grapes cynicism. lol.  you’re as much fun as a water supply poisoned with a month-long incubating period.  that would wipe out the last few trusting people, and spare those who buy water in plastic.  what kind of sick the water industry, obviously.  no person who spends their time appreciating, nourishing, and encouraging actual organic life would unleash such a life-impeding thing upon any segment of humanity.  literally, even one as unabashedly fascist as central wisconsin.  you know why they’re talking about putting the next pipeline through here?  because wisco residents are some of the most fascist, racist, capitalism-loving retards that have ever existed on this planet.  they’ll bleed into the water, and that shit will go global.  it’s best to keep them all together in this toxic social soup.  just watch them beat on each other to encourage that sort of behavior.  seriously, you’re bad at helping people get along with each other on productive projects.  EVERYONE WHO IS GIVEN MONEY OR ENDORSEMENT BY THE KILLING MACHINE THAT RUNS PLANET RETARD SLAVE, IS WHO I’M TALKING TO/ABOUT.  typing in caps is a simulation of yelling.  i have yelled before, and my outdoor voice is nothing to be trifled with.  if the man gives you no witness, you have to create your own.  this is why children make scenes in public.  the good parents learn from this and correct their behavior.  the capitalist parents just take it while planning how they will get them back with their privelege.  it’s an insidious breed, this honky stain.  don’t you mean strain?  yeah, that too. 3:49 pm

i would rather participate in something that literally empowered every one of its voluntary participants.  if your project can make survival tickets without attacking me, i may be able to participate in it, but probably not.  i don’t know why.  my brain just freezes up when a path we are allowed to take inevitably results in more pain than the path we are currently on.  you’ve been homeless for years and you just defriended your entire nuclear family on facebook, your secondary propaganda apparatus.  i know.  their presence makes it a non-safe space?  that’s mean.  i know.  i ask them to stop, but they just do it more or louder.  it’s like training an attention-addicted dog.  you disconnect your attention and walk away.  then you carve it in stone on the cloud’s magnetic media so that it can be parsed, ranked, and tagged by an imaginary robotic intelligence that we are not allowed to use for the betterment of all.  that’s all it is.  the most awful people are allowed the most effective tools.  they don’t know how to use the built-in ones, so they add on all sorts of circuitry whose usefulness pales in comparison to the onboard communications capabilities that have existed in them from birth.  what would a polarity responder think of the phrase, “pro life?”  lol.  ingrained oppositism.  it is the appropriation and misuse of fire that has spawned this horrible stench.  the climate destabilization is the pushing of life-giving current (water) to the oceans.  “development” exterminates water-handling infrastructure (plants, animals, trees, soil creatures, etc), which reduces the heatsink capacity of that square footage.  it’s all about the transfer of british thermal units, kiddo.  don’t call it passive solar, call it natural solar.  a tree, for example, is full of water.  the living ones, anyway.  the wind helps pump it through the leaves, which absorb heat, bringing it down to the soil.  all sorts of organisms benefit from this heat, and in turn,  hold more water, contributing to the capacity of the square footage.  permaculture systems maximize edge (transition areas benefit diverse species), and create multiple levels of water-handling capacity.  an upper canopy that has 7+ layers has an equivalent underground canopy of root structures which contain at least as much water.  repeat ad nauseum.

i never cosign the terminology that the machine uses, because it is deceptive and wrongheaded.  you’re going to distill the overall destabilization of heat/water/ecosystems to a mild rise in temperature?  that’s just begging for misunderstanding.  that’s how we do.  i shut off all the correcting functionality on this build of open office.  it keeps my writing humble.  not many people were so insistent on anti-capitalization of tweets until i relentlessly decapitalized my thousandth i or some such.  did i “do” that?  no.  god is created in your own image.  of what, do you think, we as a species, are capable?  mass delusions.  being tricked into our own throttling out of the explosive nature of our exclusion from the decision-making apparatus of this horibly run space rock?  yes, that also, but transport at the speed of thought, permanent and modular, completely integrationalist nutritive infrastructure for this and every planet we ever encounter from now until forever.  WHY ARE WE NOT SEED-BOMBING MARS TO GREEN IT FOR HABITATION, THEN?  oh, like terraformation logic?  lol.  we’d have to want to stop exterminating things here first.  ah.  great. 4:08 pm.

i almost re-read this post. 6:04 pm.  eww, why?  lol.  because it contains gems of untold glory.  why do you sound like a lord of the rings prequel, ah oh.  whatever.  it doesn’t matter what i do differently.  if i get close, they reject me from up close. HELL YES, IT HURTS MORE THAT WAY. i’m not as much of a mascochist as you think i am.  i advocate for a luxurious utopia, actually.  HOW COULD YOU NOT TAKE IT THAT WAY?  they know what the ideal is.  the most healthful is also the most economical.  if you don’t believe that, you’re working for the enemy.  stop working for the enemy, and i will stop saying that you do.

7:06 pm.  as we conclude this day’s word dump, let it be known that we here at lazyasswasteoid indusktrees believe in health.  the throttling of health is the only fault.  if you want to participate in my life, you must first cease harming me.  I DIDN’T ASK WHETHER YOU MEANT TO OR NOT.  you can’t prohibit my expression of pain without consequence.  seriously.

it may come back to me

•2015-02-19 (Thursday) • Leave a Comment

did ya ever just kill processes in windows to see if you could crash the os, and realize they’re pretty much all adware, backdoors, spyware, and tracking processes.  what do you expect, it’s proprietary software.  those programmers signed non-compete contracts, and if they wanted to eat, they had to fulfill the fiduciary duties of the shareholders, you know.  monies the master.  that’s capitalism. for you. 5:31 pm, february 19, 2015.  happy lamb lambkin cosset ewe dam sheep kid goat ram buck flock fold herd year.

so i was dropping off close to six months worth of trash in the fire station dumpster.  i thought of it as the pigtard dumpster at the time, and still do actually, but i thought it was ironically hilarious, like, well like most every ridiculous part of my puny little existence.  you mean the all-encompassing global denomination camp pain?  something.  i am poised to represent gaia.  not just one geometric segment, socio-economic cross-section, mind you.  the entire floaty spaced rock.  we need to get the honesty to be the default.  no more tolerating horrible behavior and completely innocuous/unrelated characteristics.  we recognize potential in everything, and take it as it is.  if it is destructive, it is quarantined, put with its like/opposite, and is either healed or culled.  celebrated regardless, honestly.  HOW COULD THERE BE ANYTHING BUT A GLORIOUS DEATH?  it means your time here is complete.  that’s cause for celebration, no matter how you slice it.

parsing your work as/to demographics, in the competitive ownership paradigm, tells your audience, specifically, which of them are “allowed” to enjoy your brand/content/project.  this is a limitation, is it not?  because people are looking for specific things, aren’t they?  not necessarily.  why do you corrall and group people like that.  you’re just begging for mistrust & fightiness ah.  that’s why.  the profit drive has to be reinforced constantly, because it doesn’t naturally exist.

· dubious consent
· subtrigger networth
· fare use
· non-traditional skewdent
· speeder kindlea
· squeaker kimchedea
· porklamedea

6:28 pm.  you don’t have to draw the same sort of appreciation from an artist’s entire career.  there are no rules with what you’re drawn to.  my technique is to drop things as and where they are, and perhaps return to them when my mind is in another state.  it also allows me to say, “i haven’t seen it” and hyper-insistent tv fanatics with whom i want to share some silent co-existence can have our reality tunnels emotively flung about by for-profit television in conveniently sized chunks so that our fear of each other is either reaffirmed dimished, or entirely eliminated.  i can’t spend my life watching/listening to violence fetishists.  i can’t abide haters.  I WILL NOT BE CONSTANTLY INTERRUPTED BY DERAILING DOUBTERS WHO DO NOT LOG AND PUT THEIR COMMENTS UP ON THE CLOUDS FOR JUDGMENT BY THE GREAT ALL.  god?  no, users.  participants.  those who have non-violent opinions and who are willing to share them.  what about those with violent opinions?  do not they have rights?  they believe, by definition of their violent/restrictive opinions, that violence/restriction need be done to them.  but they saythey think it should be done to others. yes.  exactly.  that is how you know.  know what?  that they are the disease.  there’s no arguing with a reever. debate is the realm of fightiness for the sake of fightiness, and power tripping robots that will resort to a sock in the jaw do not respect anything short of their own medicine.  it’s just physics.  am i spoouting new aged political philosophy, or am i teaching physics?  i don’t see it as advanced.  it’s some of the most reality-based stuff there is.  space itself.  what does the brain-dead consumerist herd know of politics anyway?  OR SCIENCE, FOR THAT MATTER.  when the only truth is contained in the minority reports, defending the maim streams becomes itself the problem, not a viable “position” to take.

before the internet, slavery existed.  for a long time, it was called that.  but some people started to take the non-subjugation language that actually makes sense, and started to apply it to things to which it had been previously, not applied.  they had to change the name.  the same things kept happening, but now only a few people heard about them.  gatekeepers.  the information nodes.  the aware ones.  the fearless tend to be executed publicly, still, as examples.  the most intelligent are drien underground, because the gatekeepers believe them a) not to actually exist because if they did, nothing they do is ethical and b) dangerous.  danger is a relative thing, though.  those teeth are protective measures.  survival measures

 
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