It is the day before Halloween. You probably knew that though, unless you are reading this after today then -
I am writing this And it is the day before Halloween.
I always loved Halloween but I never liked people knocking on my door and I never liked knocking on other peoples doors. I loved dressing up and going to parties, and playing games (I need to make sure I bob for apples this year!)
The dressing up bit was the best, when you are little you can run around giggling and shouting thinking how much fun it is, now I run around roaring and thinking how cool I feel.
But, like all things, Halloween has changed... a lot. We have become the American form of Halloween. Which isn't all bad, the spirit of it has grown beyond belief.
When I was little I remember going out and singing at doors to get either sweets or money and I am sure it involved a guy for bonfire night too. Now you get shit costumed kids saying trick or treat... fuck that... Trick! now what? They want CANDY, not sweets. Well I got sweets for those who earn it, be it through brilliant costumes or some kind of song or something.
I do have one trick though, its very Halloween themed, I swing a large gothic axe at their arms and as if by magic they don't fall off..... I am not very good at it.
As for the adult part of Halloween. MY GOD, I love getting dressed up, zombies are the best option. They are gruesome, scary and travel in packs, a herd of shambling, grunting, rotting, flesh eating monsters. Although you can do some other very cool ones, proper Vampires, Werewolves etc, the classics never go wrong. And Adult Halloween parties (not the kind you probably get when you google search those words, unless thats what you are in to) You can get dressed up and get drunk, then you really think you are what you came dressed as. But you go the whole hog to be a frightening costume, a real spirit of the dead. Do you think that some of the crap costumes are ACTUAL monsters coming to play with us? They just wear crapper costumes so we don't talk to them?
But what do the women wear? Hmmmm lets search for female Halloween costume... right Vampire for the Men... Sexy female Vampire for the girls. Ghost for the men... Sexy Skimpy Ghost for the girls. Werewolf for the Men... Sexy dog/animal girl for the ladies. A cool scary costume for the Men... Slut Slut Sluttison for the girls.
Now, I do know a lot of women who make a fuckin brilliant effort for costumes but I have seen some tarty tart crap in my experience. Yes, some women who are the right shape will look very attractive but its the mind set that comes with it, the do eyed, ditzy, everybody-look-at-me, mutha fuckin bimbo-ness that radiates from them and hangs like a floating snail-trail wherever they shuffle.
I work in a bar and these kinds of people dress like that even when it isn't Halloween, the short skirts, high-heels tottering around like the floor is covered in crabs, they never buy there own drinks and travel in small packs of testosterone hungry man sponges. Yup, that's how I think of them.
Anyway, it isn't just the women, you get guys doing it too. I saw a costume that was a giant condom packet, that was all it was. It said something like XXXXL condom. I look at that and I think " there is something a lot like a penis in his pants, only it's much much smaller." All those people, the ones who wear t-shirts of sexy girls kissing or semi clad ladies who look like they have been frozen solid while being electrocuted (you know the ones in the awkward poses with very blank or confused looks on their faces with their hair all messy) or have slogans like "King of Sex" or "I have the Biggest Penis in the World" where what they actually mean is " I am a complete Knob" or in more detail " I am a single conciousness being who is completely blind to others and the workings of this world. I am one of those people who has no understandings of social image in person or in respect to others and through my actions, along with many others, the world is rather quickly becoming a more stupid place than it already was." or TWAT for short. Those people are the ones who wear Halloween costumes that usually piss me off.
Back to the Zombies, they have unfortunately become the hipsters of the monster world. Everyone wants be a zombie because its cool, everyone wants a zombie apocalypse because its cool.
I find zombies cool, but a kind of feel that all this new age zombieness has missed the point, its like film remakes - wow, they look good but you have kind of missed the point.
Evil Dead - and all round sigh please 1.. 2.. 3...*sigh*
I have now seen the trailer for the remake of The Evil Dead, it looks stunning! I am always stunned at the amount of shiny CG you can get into a film, I love that the biggest reactions you get from seeing most films now is "Wow, It looked so real!" What happened during the film to make you think, that's fake but it looked so real? We all do it, in our heads we know its fake but we still give our own little victory when we think, it looked like it was real. The original Evil Dead looked real because it was, they were props and puppets and real locations and from what I heard real fear and blood at some points. That is what made that film great and that is why it became a cult movie. I am sure the new one will do well but I don't see why they didn't just call it Generic Teens Alone In The Forest With Monsters. If you are going to remake something, you have to capture the feeling of the original too, I doubt they will be able to make 2 and 3 after seeing just the trailer, It doesn't have the look of it. The only things I can see going for it will be people getting it mixed up with Evil Dead 2 and expect to see Ash (the lord of deadites) with his chainsaw hand and Boomstick because in the trailer you see a girl shop her hand off with a electric carving knife or because The first Evil Dead film has that ever popular scene with the tree... that tree... what a git. I want to see it, but I very highly doubt I will enjoy it.
Someone's in my fruit cellar, someone with a fresh soul. DEAD BY DAWN! DEAD BY DAWN!
Happy Halloween.
Bobbing for apples is great and all that but if you come to the party with an amazing face of make up and all the cool trimmings, its gonna come off when you come up with an apple in your mouth. I always just shoved my head all the way to the bottom of the bowl, is that allowed? Soaked, but I had an apple, I found wet apples tasted better.
I might just wear vampire fangs all day tomorrow and try to hide them so people think I am an actual vampire.
A A
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Monday, 22 October 2012
It's just frightening
Why oh why do mornings have to be so difficult?
You go to the trouble of getting the most comfortable bed for the best night sleep, even go to the trouble of putting yourself into it at a very reasonable time (since it was a Sunday night) and you wake up in the morning still very tired.
Yes, my Sunday was quite a busy one I was dancing in the morning then carrying and breaking logs in the afternoon (very manly feeling, they were heavy. The log part was notably more manly feeling than the dancing part but both quite actively tiring.) A good dinner then a relax on the sofa then sleep.
Now, morning comes along and a good interupted sleep is behind me but I want more....
And now the fact of a comfy bed, all beds are comfy, hell a cushion on the floor is comfy enough to sleep on but there is nowhere better than tucked up in a warm cosy bed on a cold morning. This is what I don't like, the comfyness and warmth when you neeeed to get up. Just 5 more minutes. Not necessarily 5 minutes to get more sleep, just 5 more minutes of bed before the cold reality of the world prickles your being into a goosebumped hobbling thing trying to clothe itself in any portable warmth and comfort there is around instead of the necessary daytime attire needed for that day.
But its never just 5 minutes, its 5, then 10, then 20 and then you are close to possibly ending up being late.
Curse you comfy beds, but only in the morning.
Now due to the height of my sleeping whereabouts at the minute I can actually just roll out of bed and onto the floor as a horrible quick wake up (usually after the 20 minutes I mentioned before and also the iclusion of a few alarms going off too) but a new bed is coming this week and I will be back on a proper matteress with, I am guessing, more comfort and a longer drop off the side to the floor. I do not know how I am going to get up now.
Also I found myself very comfortably sitting on the sofa today and then as a result maybe just nodding off for a bit. I don't really like naps during the day, they make me feel like its a whole new day and that I have missed what I did in the morning. I also don't like them because midday is usually a good time for people to call you.
Now if you are sleeping its usually nighttime and if someone calls you at night its usually an emergency. So, if some one calls me during the day and I am asleep I will most likely get a fright and answer the phone in a panicky state. On this ocassion it was a semi-important phone call from a business but it was someone that I knew.
They always sound surprised when you answer a phone with "Hello XX, are you alright?" With a slightly dopey sound in your voice at 1.15 in the afternoon.
You can always fess up, but I find the shock inside me is still too much and I can't help but feel I must try to continue unnoticed. It's like trying to convince your parents you aren't drunk, or anyone for that matter. You think for sure that they know and that at any minute they will furrow their quizical look even further and come out with "are you drunk?" And the situation turns back to the own up, deny it or pretend they didn't ask moment from the telephone call.
So to make it clear, I am not drunk at midday on a Monday, I sat down and had an unwanted, unexpected nap and was woken up by a telephone call. I am not even sure how long I was asleep.
Happy sleeping, whenever or wherever you have it.
Todays blog was brought to you by the words comfort/comfy/comfortable, sleep and the use of brackets.
A A
You go to the trouble of getting the most comfortable bed for the best night sleep, even go to the trouble of putting yourself into it at a very reasonable time (since it was a Sunday night) and you wake up in the morning still very tired.
Yes, my Sunday was quite a busy one I was dancing in the morning then carrying and breaking logs in the afternoon (very manly feeling, they were heavy. The log part was notably more manly feeling than the dancing part but both quite actively tiring.) A good dinner then a relax on the sofa then sleep.
Now, morning comes along and a good interupted sleep is behind me but I want more....
And now the fact of a comfy bed, all beds are comfy, hell a cushion on the floor is comfy enough to sleep on but there is nowhere better than tucked up in a warm cosy bed on a cold morning. This is what I don't like, the comfyness and warmth when you neeeed to get up. Just 5 more minutes. Not necessarily 5 minutes to get more sleep, just 5 more minutes of bed before the cold reality of the world prickles your being into a goosebumped hobbling thing trying to clothe itself in any portable warmth and comfort there is around instead of the necessary daytime attire needed for that day.
But its never just 5 minutes, its 5, then 10, then 20 and then you are close to possibly ending up being late.
Curse you comfy beds, but only in the morning.
Now due to the height of my sleeping whereabouts at the minute I can actually just roll out of bed and onto the floor as a horrible quick wake up (usually after the 20 minutes I mentioned before and also the iclusion of a few alarms going off too) but a new bed is coming this week and I will be back on a proper matteress with, I am guessing, more comfort and a longer drop off the side to the floor. I do not know how I am going to get up now.
Also I found myself very comfortably sitting on the sofa today and then as a result maybe just nodding off for a bit. I don't really like naps during the day, they make me feel like its a whole new day and that I have missed what I did in the morning. I also don't like them because midday is usually a good time for people to call you.
Now if you are sleeping its usually nighttime and if someone calls you at night its usually an emergency. So, if some one calls me during the day and I am asleep I will most likely get a fright and answer the phone in a panicky state. On this ocassion it was a semi-important phone call from a business but it was someone that I knew.
They always sound surprised when you answer a phone with "Hello XX, are you alright?" With a slightly dopey sound in your voice at 1.15 in the afternoon.
You can always fess up, but I find the shock inside me is still too much and I can't help but feel I must try to continue unnoticed. It's like trying to convince your parents you aren't drunk, or anyone for that matter. You think for sure that they know and that at any minute they will furrow their quizical look even further and come out with "are you drunk?" And the situation turns back to the own up, deny it or pretend they didn't ask moment from the telephone call.
So to make it clear, I am not drunk at midday on a Monday, I sat down and had an unwanted, unexpected nap and was woken up by a telephone call. I am not even sure how long I was asleep.
Happy sleeping, whenever or wherever you have it.
Todays blog was brought to you by the words comfort/comfy/comfortable, sleep and the use of brackets.
A A
Friday, 19 October 2012
Oh No, It's everywhere.
Hello.
Now, I would usually start ranting at about this point but to be honest I have found far too much crap in the news that I cant really pick one subject to go on about. I actually found myself looking the other way instead of venting my rage into words for all to gaze upon and think "what a-da fook ees he on aboot".
So I am going to just blurb today. (Please note I am still very angry with everything - The BNP exist, ((most)) film makers are in it for the dosh not because they have a story to tell us, we eat too much sugars, we don't eat enough sugars, we have too much sex, we have too little sex, someone messed up their job, criminals are actually all right, the law is wrong bla bla bla and rant. But not today!
Today I am going to go into other things.
I have been using blogger as a great place to write a story, I found that if I was ranting I never really planned any of it, it just flowed out like a rage-filled... word...spurter... thing. So I thought I would try that with writing a story. It has been a long time since I did any writing, I think school was the last time I wrote anything in its entirety and I found the ideas flowed as easy as ranting. The problem I did find was that whenever I came to a persons name or a place name or any detail like that, my flow was stopped completely dead. and I scrapped the story. I have done this about 3 times now and eventually got the idea I am using now - No names, No place names.
"That is a terrible idea! How can nothing have a name?" I (predict to) hear you cry. Well fear not, it doesn't mean that. What I am doing in this story is using just the letter X for names. At first this was fine until more than one person was mentioned so I have developed a system. The main character is X0, his parents are X0mum and X0dad. The city he lives in is Xplace1 and anyone else will be something like X1enemytoX0 or X5petofX1. I am hoping it works out okay and I don't get too muddled up with who everyone is. But, the main point I have found with doing it this way is I can write for quite a while with no mental blocks and the ideas flow just like a rant. I do get sidetracked in the story itself but I think that fits in with the style of it and I am hoping to get a good chunk added to it soon.
I may post chapters on here as I do them or I may wait until I get to some kind of conclusion but we shall see how it goes.
I also wanted to point out how useful it is doing it as a blog. I can access it from any computer or even from my phone when I have an idea, note it down at the bottom and its saved online for me to access from wherever I want. Woo hoo, and all that.
In other news,
I recently found my old hard drive and plugged it in to get a document off (I don't mean documents get their kicks out of hard drives being plugged in, I meant to remove a file from it. You never know though, who can say what documents get up to in their own time). AND I decided to have a look through my music files. There was quite a lot. The thing I found was the main music directory with all the playlists in but then separate sub folders with lists of the actual songs in. Instead of organising them, any music I got at a certain time went into a folder with a name like "new Music", "More new Music", Music Temp" and so on. The great thing I found was that as I looked through the lists of songs for each folder I could remember what was happening in my life at around that time, one list reminded me of Uni, One of before I had went another from living in different places. I could remember things I hadn't thought about since that time, we never truly forget anything, we just need the right trigger to re-awaken the memory. I think they say smell is the best trigger for memory recall, and I would have to agree. Just the slightest hint of someone's perfume that was the same as one of my primary school teachers can remind me of that person, then the classroom, then the school, then other teacher, then friends, lessons and lots of other things you did there. It also brings back such a wave of the emotions you felt at that time. Its crazy to think what you could do with the smell, the sound and a picture of a point in your past. How much detail could you recall? You see people returning to their old school many years later and all the memories that swarm back to them...
Memory, brilliant. The human brain is bloody amazing, it just boggles my brain trying to understand my brain. Can your brain understand itself? A fish doesn't know it is wet because it has never been dry. How can me know something about ourself if we haven't already known it? Urgh.... time for a lie down... and listen to some music.
A A
Now, I would usually start ranting at about this point but to be honest I have found far too much crap in the news that I cant really pick one subject to go on about. I actually found myself looking the other way instead of venting my rage into words for all to gaze upon and think "what a-da fook ees he on aboot".
So I am going to just blurb today. (Please note I am still very angry with everything - The BNP exist, ((most)) film makers are in it for the dosh not because they have a story to tell us, we eat too much sugars, we don't eat enough sugars, we have too much sex, we have too little sex, someone messed up their job, criminals are actually all right, the law is wrong bla bla bla and rant. But not today!
Today I am going to go into other things.
I have been using blogger as a great place to write a story, I found that if I was ranting I never really planned any of it, it just flowed out like a rage-filled... word...spurter... thing. So I thought I would try that with writing a story. It has been a long time since I did any writing, I think school was the last time I wrote anything in its entirety and I found the ideas flowed as easy as ranting. The problem I did find was that whenever I came to a persons name or a place name or any detail like that, my flow was stopped completely dead. and I scrapped the story. I have done this about 3 times now and eventually got the idea I am using now - No names, No place names.
"That is a terrible idea! How can nothing have a name?" I (predict to) hear you cry. Well fear not, it doesn't mean that. What I am doing in this story is using just the letter X for names. At first this was fine until more than one person was mentioned so I have developed a system. The main character is X0, his parents are X0mum and X0dad. The city he lives in is Xplace1 and anyone else will be something like X1enemytoX0 or X5petofX1. I am hoping it works out okay and I don't get too muddled up with who everyone is. But, the main point I have found with doing it this way is I can write for quite a while with no mental blocks and the ideas flow just like a rant. I do get sidetracked in the story itself but I think that fits in with the style of it and I am hoping to get a good chunk added to it soon.
I may post chapters on here as I do them or I may wait until I get to some kind of conclusion but we shall see how it goes.
I also wanted to point out how useful it is doing it as a blog. I can access it from any computer or even from my phone when I have an idea, note it down at the bottom and its saved online for me to access from wherever I want. Woo hoo, and all that.
In other news,
I recently found my old hard drive and plugged it in to get a document off (I don't mean documents get their kicks out of hard drives being plugged in, I meant to remove a file from it. You never know though, who can say what documents get up to in their own time). AND I decided to have a look through my music files. There was quite a lot. The thing I found was the main music directory with all the playlists in but then separate sub folders with lists of the actual songs in. Instead of organising them, any music I got at a certain time went into a folder with a name like "new Music", "More new Music", Music Temp" and so on. The great thing I found was that as I looked through the lists of songs for each folder I could remember what was happening in my life at around that time, one list reminded me of Uni, One of before I had went another from living in different places. I could remember things I hadn't thought about since that time, we never truly forget anything, we just need the right trigger to re-awaken the memory. I think they say smell is the best trigger for memory recall, and I would have to agree. Just the slightest hint of someone's perfume that was the same as one of my primary school teachers can remind me of that person, then the classroom, then the school, then other teacher, then friends, lessons and lots of other things you did there. It also brings back such a wave of the emotions you felt at that time. Its crazy to think what you could do with the smell, the sound and a picture of a point in your past. How much detail could you recall? You see people returning to their old school many years later and all the memories that swarm back to them...
Memory, brilliant. The human brain is bloody amazing, it just boggles my brain trying to understand my brain. Can your brain understand itself? A fish doesn't know it is wet because it has never been dry. How can me know something about ourself if we haven't already known it? Urgh.... time for a lie down... and listen to some music.
A A
Tuesday, 16 October 2012
Where am I 2
So, after creating part 2 of my laser pen dreeeeam, I decided to have a look back over earlier notes such as the point about not finding myself (no spiritual journey, and especially no video evidence of me skulking around lost on a beach deeply searching for the answers to my soul and my being upon this vast planet, centre of my universe, blacker than black, lost to oblivion, mid life crisis movie. Just couldn't find my blog by searching google)
Well I figured I would have another look since I now have more than one little bla bla blog and to my joy there I was. I searched welcometothespa, It did suggest it with spaces in but I said "no google, no, I want no spaces since that is how I first presented it to you", and after 3 Twitter accounts and 2 other things I was listed 3 times.
A litte bit of a victory for me I think... Well not really a victory more an advancement that was obviously going to happen, things grow they get noticed more. No, I think a true victory would be when you search your own full name and you are the first result even when you search google images, maps and shopping! We've all done it, if not then you should, you might be first. You never no unless you try.
It isn't difficult to turn IMPOSSIBLE into I'M POSSIBLE. (thank you gitaroo man, "the last gitaroo is mine! Can I eat it?)
I am off to buy a new copy of Gitaroo Man on whatever platform it is availble now.
A A
Sunday, 14 October 2012
Sleepy? There is a nap for that.
So yes, there is an app for pretty much everything you could need. And indeed it would appear there is an app for blogging, which makes it easier to do at random times but also allows me to post a photo too. Fair enough I could add images on the computer but now I can post a photo of exactly what my phone can see as I am writing this.
Yup, its exciting I know, my floor, foot and a bit of leg. But this is technological advancement. The whole face time, instant messages we still take for granted... You can have a face to face conversation with someone on the other side of the world, on your phone, that little thing you carry round with you. Imagine telling that to someone 10 years ago, my phone didn't even have a colour screen 10 years ago. Yes we would have accepted that it was going to be a feature on expensive phones owned by the super rich and obviously to super villains but to have that power ourselves was unthinkable.
Then, when it came along it was no big deal, yup there it was, it is now a feature on your mobile, but everywhere had it... All at once, phones, laptops, computers, doorbells. Your mobile suddenly became the most powerful piece of technology to date. A computer in your hands, there is no limit to what you can do with your phone, none! Unless you have an iPhone, for some reason you still can't create your own ring tone, you have to choose one of the presets, and you have to get everything off iTunes. Anyway my point is - blog random times, blog up to date photos, super technology, great phones, picture of a pipe-cleaner.
A A
Ok, maybe not that great, took 3 attempts to publish from the phone... Publish failed... Publish failed. Don't know if it is a status update or a judgement.
Just off my head 2
Ok, so the whole laser pointer thing still has me amazed but thanks to a lovely friend I was sent this article. Lasers.... the moon.... possible illumination or possible destruction. Most likely destruction.
I would copy and paste the entire article into the blog but is has some stick figure images that won't copy and they are relevant, and nice. I like the little stick people, wherever they appear.
So here it is.
A A
Monday, 8 October 2012
Its one of those days
Yes, today is one of them.
Do you ever have those days when you think it would be better to find a hole, climb in, pop a lid on and pretend its a better life sitting in a hole with a lid on till everything else is gone. Then when you pop up out the hole it is going to be a wonderful new land of people who treat each other with respect. Greed is replaced with generosity and people are no longer just a bunch of cunts.
But no, because you would be dead by then. You cant exist in a hole no more than you can exist in a world where you scrape what you can from where you can to survive only to have someone come along and crush your fingers under their boot and take what you have because its how they have decided it should be. Do we stand up against them? No. We do what I am doing, we complain in private under false names on the safety of a world that doesn't exist. We use the cover of the internet to post how much we had a shit day, how much whatshisname has screwed us over or made us feel upset.
We make groups "like this to group to pretend-you-give-a-shit-about-the-world-and-claim-you-make-a-difference" or "save our heroes" or "make David Tennant prime minister". None of this will make a difference, your virtual world of hopes and lies cannot change the real world. You are still being suppressed.
STAND UP AND SHOUT, MAKE A DIFFERENCE, SHOW YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS CRAP ANY MORE!!!!!
Wait, we cant do that either. What happens to the people who stand up to make a difference? What happens to the protesters? What happens if you are sick of your job and decide to stand up to it?
You get fucked up. You get locked up. You get kicked out.
"Sir, there are protesters camping outside"
"Stop them, they're getting in the way of my money, they are breaking the law"
"What law sir?"
"The law we created. They are on my land!"
"but sir, its a piece of land, who did you get ownership of it from?"
"I bought it"
"Who did that person get it from?"
"They must have bought it too"
"Who did they get it from, and they from and they from?"
"They... they..."
"Some one at one point decided it was theirs and took someone else's money from them, they stole their money, sir"
"But I own it"
"You own stolen land sir, There is no real ownership of anything when you have money involved"
"...."
"I will get the tent and find you a nice spot down there sir"
How can you make a difference?
I don't know.
How did they used to make a difference? They used their spirit, their heart, their expression.
Music, Performance, Art. Their souls and ideas made visible for the sour scrutiny of the real world.
Can you express yourself now? No because to express yourself in the world of art and performance you need to get yourself to the status of celebrity first before the world can judge you. You don't need to be able to do any of these things now, just get your pretty faces onto the genitals of another celebrity agent and they will fuck the "talent" into you with a lovely computer powered robocock.
Did robocop ever have a catchphrase? or was it just the walk we replicated?
I have watched so many films and played so many games that I can think of some pretty epic ways to sort out the world. None of them really do-able and none of them that will end in a good way.
You could try doing it their way, slowly work your way up to power and try to run the county.
You could try to do as they do, get everyone else's money through theft and lies and call it a business - live with plenty of cash and all you ever need.
Actually just steal what should have no cost anyway and be arrested under their system of laws and judgement. - live with what you basically need in a confined room for a while and then get watched (more than usual) for the rest of your life.
Burn the mother fuckers to the ground. Start everything from zero, everyone is equal and must work together to survive - You need a meal, you find someone with food and bargain, work for them, exchange for something they need, actual transactions. Not some fake shiny metal or paper that has no real value, no one needs a house full of coins and notes, we need a house full of food and furnishings, we need things to survive and exist, not some shitty I O U that will never amount to anything.
Dear World,
I am sorry to announce that there has been a terrible mistake. What we thought was intelligent life that can co-exist with your eco system and live peacefully on your surface, is not.
In fact they seem to have found a way to torture every possible form of life around, including it's own species, for financial gain, which we did not create. One of them at some point found something shiny which they thought was of the same "value" as 3 of your goats for example. The shiny stuff was then divided up and used to exchange for necessities to what ever imaginary value they came up with. This idea stuck and now all actions seem to revolve around (no pun intended) this shiny stuff, or more recently the imaginary memory of what the value of this stuff used to be. All their "money" doesn't actually exist, it is just numbers on a computer screen that equates to nothing that is real.
They have also been killing other creatures for food, which is fine, that's what we expected but they are not returning the favour. If any of your creatures so much as looks at them funny they kill it for the sake of killing, they even have some of them contained in "zoo's" where other can come and stare at them as they slowly die.
Any way, If you could create one of those massive floods or whatever, we can see about giving you a new sensible lot. Any problems, let us know and we will use the old Massive-Rocks-From-Space trick again, seemed to work well for those reptiles that went a bit crazy.
All The Best,
Cosmos
And to top it all, I am trying to eat more healthily and this plate of delicious home made sweetness gets put next to me.
I fuckin love chocolate! but I am not going to eat all of it... at once.
Don't kill anyone.
A A
Do you ever have those days when you think it would be better to find a hole, climb in, pop a lid on and pretend its a better life sitting in a hole with a lid on till everything else is gone. Then when you pop up out the hole it is going to be a wonderful new land of people who treat each other with respect. Greed is replaced with generosity and people are no longer just a bunch of cunts.
But no, because you would be dead by then. You cant exist in a hole no more than you can exist in a world where you scrape what you can from where you can to survive only to have someone come along and crush your fingers under their boot and take what you have because its how they have decided it should be. Do we stand up against them? No. We do what I am doing, we complain in private under false names on the safety of a world that doesn't exist. We use the cover of the internet to post how much we had a shit day, how much whatshisname has screwed us over or made us feel upset.
We make groups "like this to group to pretend-you-give-a-shit-about-the-world-and-claim-you-make-a-difference" or "save our heroes" or "make David Tennant prime minister". None of this will make a difference, your virtual world of hopes and lies cannot change the real world. You are still being suppressed.
STAND UP AND SHOUT, MAKE A DIFFERENCE, SHOW YOU ARE NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS CRAP ANY MORE!!!!!
Wait, we cant do that either. What happens to the people who stand up to make a difference? What happens to the protesters? What happens if you are sick of your job and decide to stand up to it?
You get fucked up. You get locked up. You get kicked out.
"Sir, there are protesters camping outside"
"Stop them, they're getting in the way of my money, they are breaking the law"
"What law sir?"
"The law we created. They are on my land!"
"but sir, its a piece of land, who did you get ownership of it from?"
"I bought it"
"Who did that person get it from?"
"They must have bought it too"
"Who did they get it from, and they from and they from?"
"They... they..."
"Some one at one point decided it was theirs and took someone else's money from them, they stole their money, sir"
"But I own it"
"You own stolen land sir, There is no real ownership of anything when you have money involved"
"...."
"I will get the tent and find you a nice spot down there sir"
How can you make a difference?
I don't know.
How did they used to make a difference? They used their spirit, their heart, their expression.
Music, Performance, Art. Their souls and ideas made visible for the sour scrutiny of the real world.
Can you express yourself now? No because to express yourself in the world of art and performance you need to get yourself to the status of celebrity first before the world can judge you. You don't need to be able to do any of these things now, just get your pretty faces onto the genitals of another celebrity agent and they will fuck the "talent" into you with a lovely computer powered robocock.
Did robocop ever have a catchphrase? or was it just the walk we replicated?
I have watched so many films and played so many games that I can think of some pretty epic ways to sort out the world. None of them really do-able and none of them that will end in a good way.
You could try doing it their way, slowly work your way up to power and try to run the county.
You could try to do as they do, get everyone else's money through theft and lies and call it a business - live with plenty of cash and all you ever need.
Actually just steal what should have no cost anyway and be arrested under their system of laws and judgement. - live with what you basically need in a confined room for a while and then get watched (more than usual) for the rest of your life.
Burn the mother fuckers to the ground. Start everything from zero, everyone is equal and must work together to survive - You need a meal, you find someone with food and bargain, work for them, exchange for something they need, actual transactions. Not some fake shiny metal or paper that has no real value, no one needs a house full of coins and notes, we need a house full of food and furnishings, we need things to survive and exist, not some shitty I O U that will never amount to anything.
Dear World,
I am sorry to announce that there has been a terrible mistake. What we thought was intelligent life that can co-exist with your eco system and live peacefully on your surface, is not.
In fact they seem to have found a way to torture every possible form of life around, including it's own species, for financial gain, which we did not create. One of them at some point found something shiny which they thought was of the same "value" as 3 of your goats for example. The shiny stuff was then divided up and used to exchange for necessities to what ever imaginary value they came up with. This idea stuck and now all actions seem to revolve around (no pun intended) this shiny stuff, or more recently the imaginary memory of what the value of this stuff used to be. All their "money" doesn't actually exist, it is just numbers on a computer screen that equates to nothing that is real.
They have also been killing other creatures for food, which is fine, that's what we expected but they are not returning the favour. If any of your creatures so much as looks at them funny they kill it for the sake of killing, they even have some of them contained in "zoo's" where other can come and stare at them as they slowly die.
Any way, If you could create one of those massive floods or whatever, we can see about giving you a new sensible lot. Any problems, let us know and we will use the old Massive-Rocks-From-Space trick again, seemed to work well for those reptiles that went a bit crazy.
All The Best,
Cosmos
And to top it all, I am trying to eat more healthily and this plate of delicious home made sweetness gets put next to me.
I fuckin love chocolate! but I am not going to eat all of it... at once.
Don't kill anyone.
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