freedom!... !

(happy new life. this is my day one. my five year chip).

generation dirt

is there anything on this earth more pointless than dirt, to make humans out of. why did god make us out of dirt, to make us equally as pointless? 'oh, i'm an important person', no, you're not, you were made out of dirt, go back to the desert and bury your head back in the sand. the monkey generation doesn't need all your defective ideas. god made the whole world out of nuthing, then looked around and said 'gee, what can i make the most important feature of this planet out of'. if he put hallucinogenik mushrooms on this planet, why didn't he make us out of those. why dirt. these are the cow turds that mushrooms like me grow from.

a blog to no one

what the phuk is this world coming to. why do my concepts never translate, no matter how mundane i make them. i could have a conversation with phuking michio kaku, and the deeper i go, i could still just see his eyes glaze over and drift away. i say this to someone, and get blamed for not having any faith or trust in humanity. therein lie the dilemma. i can't have any phuking faith or trust in humanity, because my whole life, whenever i try to speak, people just give up and walk away, the ears literally close over, or they argue with me, and bitch at me, and blame me for anything their illogikal minds can conceive. so i say this, and i get told that it's all my fault because i don't have any faith or trust in humanity. uh... wow. what a real mindphuk that is. isn't there a word for that?

master of nuthing

the end of hell.

i've been dominated my entire phuking life by my mother and grandmother, treated like a stupid phuking child. and then to be dominated by a woman as stupid as michelle, and then by a deaf fat lazy slob bitch like bobbi. i am the master, what i say goes. i will not be dominated. i will not be bitched at for how i treat my mother. i will not be told that i am wrong. i have had it, i am fed up to here with the way i've been treated, and always told that i am wrong, and being blamed for how i treat others, when others are never held accountable for how they treat me. everything is always my phuking fault, i am always made to be the asshole, and i am so goddamn phuking syck of that horseshyt. it's always 'how i treat others', but never 'how others treat me'. when is this blame game going to phuking end. when i finally kill myself, and take myself out of this sad, pathetik little picture? as if i needed any more signs that i oppose the entire phuking world like a thumb. any more proof that i am the one everyone hates. there is a reason to hate and fear me. this shyt's about to phuking change. you can all point your fingers at me, but i don't give a shyt, i stopped caring when my children were stolen from me. i see how this world thinks of me. they don't give a shyt about me, but demanding that i give a phuk about them. phuk that. you've taken everything from me. my heart is dead. you can all point your fingers at me, but i don't give a phuk, i'm pointing everything right back at you. the winds of hell chose me...

blame me all you want, it's all my fault, point your fingers, accept no responsibility yourselves, if i get pissed off, it's my fault that i got pissed off. if you're not pissed off, then you're dead. you are nuthing. you can blame me all you want, but it doesn't phuking matter, because if i don't accept it, that arrow just falls on the ground at my feet. i am immune. the end is mine.

go phuk yourselves.

update: if they want the asshole, i'll be the asshole. if the only way i can get a message to them, is to be the asshole, i'll be the asshole. it's what you want, and then when you get it, you don't want it. that's not my problem. why does everyone have to question everything i say. is it just because i speak the truth, that you have to disprove everything i say like it's a goddamned ufo. i state the solution, and then, just because they're not paying attention, i get blamed, and they question my solution, and the argument goes on forever. i state the solution. end of argument. they don't listen. hence the argument goes on. is that my phuking fault. i've heard of 'question authority', but goddamnit. people will ask me, 'what's two plus two', and i answer 'four', and then they say the most retarded shyt anyone in this universe could ever possibly think of when not thinking at all and no brain activity going on in those blank empty eyes staring at me, and say 'but if four is two, then who is one, and how many ones does it take to equal irrelevance and gibberish'. no, the solution is 'four', now shut the phuk up, don't question my answer until you have done your own phuking homework. this isn't idiocracy, try to evolve. don't try to prove me wrong, when you don't even know if i'm wrong. do your own phuking math, for once in your pointless phuking life. stop getting mad at me because you're too lazy to do your own phuking math. go back to skool, you phuking immature shytdart. you juvenile little phuking cuntwhiner. take your phuking child tantrum elsewhere. don't throw a fit because your calculator doesn't do what you want. live in reality. drink a glass of liquid lsd, and repeat that back to yourself, and in the meantime, stop phuking blaming me for being wrong when i'm not, you pathetik phuking assdouche. squeegee something, and you might realize, i was never wrong, you were. you moronik infantile buttphuk. wake the phuk up. be brave enuph to show your fellow comatards that waking up isn't so bad, it's nuthing to fear, and neither is taking some godphuking responsibility.

have god, will carry

alternate title: kill thy neighbor
(they might not be armed).

yeah, but thanks for advertising that to your fellow guntoting maniacs. as if some of you are good, and others aren't. i needed a good laff. if all guns were banned, i wouldn't have to worry about much, now would i.

why do guntoting christians exist. don't you think that would be an oxymoron of the worst kind. you know, 'love thy neighbor'. but kill anyone you don't like. they'll probly kill me just for pointing that out. they probly don't even know what 'oxymoron' means. they certainly don't know what 'hypocrite' means, but they sure get pissed off when you say it. any existence around theirs is constantly riddled with 'why, why, why'. and he who sees the answer... dies. hmm. i guess that's why they carry guns. shoot anyone who questions your sanity. shoot anyone who knows your secrets. shoot anyone who can poke holes in your lies. shoot anyone who dares speak the truth. shoot anyone who can sense your weak points. if you have a weak point, it's well hidden behind a gun. the bigger the gun, the better the camouflage. would that be ironik that they often wear camouflage. i think i'm conphuzing myself. too many riddles makes a sane man cry. too many answers makes the bullets fly. if only their god could draw a line that they wouldn't cross. is that another oxymoron, or a pun, or a coincidence, or a play on words. i'm definitely conphuzed now. when you try to phigure these idiots out... you stumble thru their web of lies, illusion, deceit, conphuzion, delusion, and any other evil usion and ism you can think of. hell, i'm sure they have a few we can't think of. how about this one. gymnophobia. and no, it's not fear of the gym. lord knows they like the gym. and they like to shower afterward. i'm lost. i'll tell you what it is. it's the obsession with forcing their fears onto us, while at the same time, denying that they have any fears. but it's ok to fear god, but it seems to the open eyed that they don't, cause they do his killing with pride. am i losing you yet. if you're conphuzed, take a deep breath, and dial nine one one. but there will be a christian on the other end. a guntoting christian with authority and loads of psychotik insanity. you cannot trust anyone. if you can phigure this out, if you can get this far, then you owe it to yourself to take a nap. don't worry, you'll be safe behind the doorlock that they made. this is like fight club, but it's reversed. they are everywhere. no matter where you live, the ghetto, or the rich suburbs, you can be sure that every one of your neighbors has a gun. and if you try to think about it, they will shoot you. they don't like when people point out the lies they're in denial of. or the contradictions in their beloved book. or the cracks in their hypocrisies, or the holes in their theories, or the fact that they demand facts from us about evolution, but they base nuthing of theirs on fact. wow, i just phelt a hurricane around my head. i'm dizzy, where am i. this isn't kansas anymore, toto. we're in 'where the phuk am i' territory. we're in 'what the phuk' land. this is where they live, and they proudly call this home, and that's called patriotism, something else that will really phuk up your high. dude, man, you're trippin'. if you're seeing colours, that's a good thing, just follow the light and watch your step. keep your head down, pick your nose, burp, fart, spit, cough, sniff, and those weird, fast thoughts will lead you back home. but now you have to ask yourself, which one of us is tripping. that's the conphuzing part. step away from the bible, it's the wrong book. put the gun down. there's no reason to shoot... ow, goddamnit, now i have a bulletwound. ow, goddamnit, ok, ok, i'll stop saying goddamnit, although, that is the logikal reaction when you get shot, is to ask god to damn something, but then again, logik is not your friend. i understand, we'll take this one step at a time. ok, baby steps, whatever. ok, ok, snail steps, whatever you want, can we just get to the christian hospital please where they can pronounce me dead... if they can pronounce the word 'dead' right. if you're in the bible belt, it's more like 'dee ed'. that sumbitch is dee ed, muthaphuka. d e e d, ed, that spells dead. y'all ain't from 'round here, are ya, boy. best gitchoself a gun so you wake up tomarruh. and no, the bible belt is not a belt you can hang yourself with. well, depending on how you look at it, but if you look at it with your eyes closed like they do, you should be just fine. we have some phuking scary places in this cuntry, and in most of them, guaranteed, somewhere, you'll see a cross. what that means, is if their lord and saviour can die in the wrong part of town, so can you. spit. if your mind can take this journey... actually, scratch that... if you've read this hole thing, you might want to be careful. when you step out that door in the morning, those people will look pretty damned different to you. and you'll look different to them, too. i mean the third eye ball on your forehead might give you away. they see that as a target, and they shoot anything out of the ordinary, cause the 'out of the ordinary' scares the shyt out of them. hell, anything that doesn't have a cross scares the shyt out of them. you fear them, they fear you, and you wonder why our freedom is based solely on fear. i was once pulled over by cops, because they thought i shot someone, turns out it was a gang member and not little metalhead me, but they have to be fearfully sure of everything, so i get out of the car, walk backward toward them, and my mother is watching this, and sees how their guns are shaking like there's an earthquake going on, while pointed at my head, they're pissing themselves thinking i could shoot them at any second, and i'm a peaceful hippie who hates guns, but actually, that scares the shyt out of them way more than if i had a gun. hell, if i pointed my gun at them, and they saw a cross around my neck, that would be just fine. homies and gangsters wear crosses, might i add. the only reason i would ever have a cross around my neck is if i was hanging myself with it just to make a statement. if they see a black homie with all red clothing, a shotgun, and a cross around his neck, they let him go. if they see long hair, they freak and their guns start shaking. but if you dared to use the word 'hypocrisy', and point your smelly breath in their direction, well, let's just say, they don't think very highly of you. you can interpret the word 'highly' any way you want. you are free to do so, in their land of freedom and tolerance, just as long as you do what they want you to do. you have the freedom to be a slave that they won't tolerate. unless of course, you wear a cross. conphuzed yet. good, then my job here is done. take two of these and call me in the morning. and don't question what 'these' are. just know that if you see a black guy named morpheus, you're on the right track. but if you see a white rabbit on acid, you've gone too far. stop at the gun store slash liquor store slash church supply and demand center slash cemetery slash evidence storage and disposal slash lawyer waitingroom and all in one hunting shop, and take a left. you can get lost in that part of town, cause it was designed by a christian, obviously. he was armed to the teeth, but unfortunately, not the brain. tune in for tomarruh's 'dumb as a blogpost' discussion, titled 'dimethyltryptamine dreaming: everyone does hallucinogens whether they admit it or not'. happy tripping!

or, should i say, happy hunting.
pro peace, pro logik, anti YOU!

we now return you to 'shoot thy neighbor', starring president arnold schwarzenegger and vice president pat robertson.

naked world

if we're going to start acting mature as a responsible adult human race, then we need to get over our senseless and paranoid inhibitions and fears of language and nudity. start putting more of that good shyt in our movies, and make the greedy movie industry earn their money. if seeing nudity really scares that many people, then too many of us are out of our phuking minds and need to grow the phuk up. if seeing a naked body turns you into a gymnophobik pussy, then you need to seek help. and not help that tells you what you want to hear, and babies you and holds your hand while you cry about those evil people, and enables you, and allows you to stay the way you are, but rather help that smacks you upside your temple of logik to wake up any common sense you might have in you, and evolves you forward into a more logikal, mature frame of mind where you can handle that shyt like an adult. where you can see that there's nuthing wrong with it, and the fact that you had such a reasonless and irrelevant fear of it, meant that a: that's your problem, not ours, and b: you were damaging society more than we were by being that mentally ill. we should not be punished, oppressed, and inhibited because of your fears. (now the hard naked truth part that's going to hurt). we should be proud of our bodies, because we're not as ugly as you are. the uglier you are on the inside, the uglier you are on the outside. a saggy, hateful old lady is jealous of us, so she condemns us for not having her fears and inhibitions. if you really pheel ugly, enuph to be jealous of us, then you really are ugly. if no one finds a negative old bitch like you attractive anymore, that's not our fault. stop fighting age and grasping and clutching onto your cuntrol, and instead, age gracefully and proudly, like humanity used to do, and find something more productive to do, instead of destructive. get over it, you'll pheel better, and maybe even look better. we used to be capable of logik and maturity, and handling the truth. now we fear reality. we turned into a bunch of whiny little pussies that can't handle anything, and are in denial of everything. we blame everyone else for our problems, and inflict our illness onto them, but at the same time, we deny that anything is wrong. we're so drugged up and numbed up on pills, that the slightest thing happens, and we freak out and panik, and think the world is ending. we see a naked person, or hear the word 'phuk', and we have a heart attack, and have to take pills to get back to normal. that's not normal. to overcome this psychosis of laziness and fear, we need to take responsibility for ourselves. stop taking your numb drugs, take your clothes off, and have some phun. pheel life come back into you. pheel fear fade away. enjoy world nudity day.

against

in xmen first class, shaw said 'if you are not with us, then, by definition, you are against us'. which is basikally what the government said. it's this smallmindedness and closedmindedness that puts us peaceful people in danger. those who don't choose a side, or are by themselves. forcing us to choose one of only two evil sides only worsens things. the lesser of two evils is a dumb perception to have. 'if you are not with us, then, by definition, you are against us'. by definition? who's definition? someone who doesn't know the real definition? someone who's mind is limited by one side or the other. someone's who's eternally blind to a third option. well, phuk that. i'm redefining it. there are more options than 'us and them'. because 'us' is the evil liars, and 'them' are the idiots who go along with the scam. don't pick either one of their 'sides'. choose your own side. make your own option. don't do what they tell you, do whatever the phuk you want. don't believe what they want you to believe, because it's all a lie. 'with us or against us'. if those are the only two options of how they want to perceive you, that's their problem, not yours. choose your own side. be yourself, make your own choices, on evolution's side. because the winds of evolution are about to blow them all over. you can be blown down with them, or you can stand on your own, and maybe, keep standing. it's up to you. not them. don't let them force you to be against yourself. don't give them the pleasure of picking from their left or right hand.

be the third option.

(boy/girl. black/white. right/wrong. phuk that. i am the third option).

even more on greed

one of these days i'll put all these rants together into one big huge rant. these are just bits i've written here and there, and i'm finding some and posting them here and there. joy.

if you're so concerned with downloading and people getting shyt for free, if you want to say shyt about me downloading and getting shyt for free, then what about all these poems i'm not getting paid for. if you're so concerned with that, then why not make it easier for real artists to get published. it's one of the ideals this cuntry was founded on, was freedom, which includes us getting something for free, because that's what we've all worked for and given our lives and wallets for, our blood sweat and tears. and the fact that greedy people have taken over and are ripping us off everyday, and taking our freedoms away that we've worked so hard for, and given our lives so that they could be in charge, the fact that those scumbags are in charge means that we should get everything for free so that they lose power, cause that's not what this cuntry was founded on. if you want to sue me for downloading crappy muzik for free that i would never pay for, then i should have some money coming my way for all these writings of mine that i put so much effort into, and don't see a dime or a crime for, let alone anyone reading them. the wrong rockstars are famous. our rockstars should care about muzik and care about the fans, not money. we can blame the record companies and we can blame ourselves for bringing greed into the muzik industry. that's when quality muzik went out the window. now we pay twenty nonrefundable dollars of our hard earned money for a piece of plastik crap that's so horrible, the band should be paying us to listen to it. have we forgotten the value of good muzik. have our rockstars forgotten why they're here. now we just buy whatever crap is presented infront of us, and don't care about sustenance. when's the last time anyone cried to a song, because it saved their life. not even the good bands make good muzik anymore. it's just cheap plastik three minute commercial crap that only fills up the piece of plastik crap disk it's on half way, and provides no intellectual or emotional sustenance whatsoever, and sure as phuk won't save your life. and it's all because we paid the wrong rockstars too much money, and they used our money to take cuntrol and phuk us all over. it's time to phuk them back. we should steal their cd from the record store full of posers and whiners, and shove it directly back up their greedy ass, sticker and all. tape a copyright symbol to a brick and throw that thru their airplane window. if they try to throw it back, you can sue them for infringement. this phuking muzik industry has gone phuking mad. the fans are in comas, and the rockstars are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, because they have no souls cause they souled out. we could take the muzik industry back, but just like a revolution, that would require us getting off our ass. it should be easier for real artists to get published. but as it is now, we just kiss the asses of the rich, and piss on whoever's not.

it's unknown to us how people get famous, it's a magikal mystery we don't care to know, we leave that responsibility up to the pros, cause they know what they're doing, and all we worry about is who is famous and don't worry about who isn't. we just sit back and watch, while they dazzle us with a little sparkly song and dance. they put on a little show, and we're too lazy to look behind the curtain. to see what's being chosen for us.

oh, look at that, she's up there on stage, doing a cute little dance, putting on a little show, sucking that corporate cock, right there on stage, isn't that fantastik. you almost can't see the strings, that's incredible. they really worked hard on this illusion. there's no wonder why she's so successful, look at that throat work. robots on stage for a robot audience. how cute. let's toss a dollar at them.

how come she's only on stage for as long as the bosses keep girlfriends.

(...as long as they keep breeding to our muzik...)
(...whenever a new hole comes along...)
(...use it up, and throw away the wrapper...)
(...move on to the next one, while she's still fresh...)
(...fifteen minutes, cause that's only as long as we're interested...)
(...those soulless girls actually have four holes to penetrate...)
(...that's three minutes and fortyfive seconds per hole...)
(...not only do we get their souls and tears, but we can phuk what's left...)
(...that soul hole is the best one, it's cool and tender...)

little zombies on stage for a zombie audience. how adorable.
little puppets doing the string dance on stage in a mental home.

phuk creative spelling

i once explained this to someone, and they couldn't wait to tell me how lame it was, while they were misspelling half their shyt, not making any sense, and sounding like a turd with a huge ego, but i started spelling 'phuk' back in the chatroom days, because chatrooms started blocking certain words, like 'fuck', so i started spelling it my way. but then i realized there was some phonetik logik to it. the 'f' is the soft sound of a 'p', hence the 'p' and the 'h' together, which makes more sense to me than the 'f'. and the 'c' and the 'k' both make the same sound, so it's redundant to have both letters together, so i like 'phuk', it looks better to me, and makes more sense, plus, it's 'different' and 'out of the ordinary', which is who i am, how i look, and everything i do is not only 'abnormal', but completely alien, so why not make up my own phukin' words. i actually want to create my own language, and/or evolve the english language to a much more logikal and simple and beautiful language, because as the english language is right now, it's very illogikal, but it's also one of the easiest. therefore, the easiest to evolve. for me, anyway. i don't know any other languages, so english it is. and i'm so good with this language, why the phuk not. why conphuze myself with more alternate words with the same meaning. english is a melting pot of all other languages anyway, so keep it simple. you can still sound 'multicultural', and 'intelligent', and say whatever the phuk you want. people are retarded, they'll listen. as long as you can acquire their attention and keep it away from the shiny cellphone distractions and buttery popcorn for more than two seconds.

define logik

why are even the intelligent websites losing intelligence. i look up a word on thesaurus.com, and it gives me a shytload of junk words, except the one i'm looking for. it's been doing that for several months now. what the phuk is going on. i was looking for the word compromise, but couldn't think of it, so i searched for 'give up'. i ended up searching for about twenty different words that should have taken me straight to the word 'compromise', but none of them did. so when i finally thought of the word compromise, and forgot the rest of my thought i was writing while doing so, i went ahead and looked up compromise on thesaurus, just to see what words it would give me. i was thinking would give me all the previous twenty words i had searched for, cause they're basikally the same phuking word. we need to evolve this language, but that's beside the point. you know what words it gave me, instead of all the words that are actually related to the word compromise, i.e. the twenty words i searched for... these are the words under compromise on thesaurus.com. accommodation, accord, adjustment, arrangement, bargain, compact, composition, concession, contract, copout, covenant, deal, fiftyfifty, half and half (these last two aren't even real words you can look up, they're putting verbal filler in a dictionary site), half measure, happy medium, mean, middle course (whatever the phuk that means), middle ground, pact, sellout, settlement, trade off, understanding, winwin situation. first of all, do any of those words have anything to do with the word compromise. secondly, i looked up the word settle, and didn't get 'compromise', but here is listed the word 'settlement'... isn't that the same phuking thing, shouldn't compromise have come up under the search for settle. what the phuk is going on here. dictionary.com, the official online source for definition, doesn't know the right phuking words, when did this happen. here are some of the other words i searched for, trying to find compromise (going in reverse order, i.e. hitting the back button, so they'll get better toward the end of this rant). succumb, relinquish, concede, surrender, give up, settle. don't those words have alot more to do with 'compromise' than phuking 'contract' and 'covenant'. this is just one more clue, one more piece of evidence for those of you paying attention. they're making it harder for us to do our research and educate ourselves as to what's going on, by hiding all the relevant shyt, or making it harder to find, or simply just taking it offline. i searched for something a few months ago, and it just doesn't exist online. it was a really simple question that should have an answer, and it's not there. the other day, i was searching for an error message i was getting with rainlendar, and couldn't find the answer. don't you think, if the programmer had written the text for the error message to pop up on my screen, they might have put the phuking answer to it on their phuking site. but i always get the weird alien problems that never have any answers. i live in a vortex where the weirdest shyt happens, and there's never any fix. i also wish i wasn't the smartest computer person i knew, but sadly, i am. when people i know have a problem, i go and fix it. when i have a problem, an extremely weird problem, i'm phuked.

parental cuntrol

if the parents can't raise their children right, you shouldn't smack the kids, you should smack the parents. we've had at least three generations of undisciplined children now. thanks to the trifecta of hypocrisy; the government, religion, and the media, and we're not allowed to discipline our children anymore. we have those undisciplined children raising their own children now. and it's going to keep getting worse until we start beating the shyt out of these idiot parents. thinking we have to do everything right (which is the wrong way, and is wrong in itself). we can't eat animals, we can't use gas, we have to teach prayer in skool. phuk that shyt, if i had any of that, i would be just as retarded as you. all these pussy parents need to sit in an elementary skool classroom and watch christopher titus until their noses bleed. if i was raising my kids, instead of this idiot world, my kids would be the smartest mutherphukers this world would ever see. they would kick ass, work hard, accomplish something big, instead of being on welfare and breeding more idiots into this stupid world. they wouldn't earn college degrees, they would invent new college degrees. they would redefine education. don't brag about ignorance and laziness and mediocrity with your stupid bumperstickers. i have a bumpersticker that says 'my children are einstein and freud compared to your idiot children that you refuse to discipline'. and if any idiot psychologist tries to tell you that you have delusions of grandeur, you can tell him 'phuk that, you have delusions of mediocrity, and you're just jealous that i can think of something bigger'. then you kick him in the nuts, tell him the reverend sent you, and walk the phuk out. don't put up with their rules anymore, their rules have proven time and time again to be insufficient and illogikal and weak. don't just break their rules, prove them to be completely irrelevant, and invent new ones. rules that they now have to play by. and i'm sure some of you weakminded pussy parents will think 'well, maybe it's a good thing he doesn't have his children'. phuk you. if i had my children, the human race would have grown wings by now.

more on movie greed

i just realized another thing about the downloading greed conspiracy. i watched a movie on netflix a few weeks ago, called kisses and caroms. it was made by just a few people, with a cheap camera. but it's on netflix, and you can watch it. you have to realize, they put their movie on there. they probly think it's cool that their movie is on there, cause it was a huge achievement for them, and they're proud of it. i bet you they say 'man, it's so awesome our movie is on netflix'. it's an accomplishment, even though the movie wasn't that great, it was a b movie, their budget was probly about fifty bucks. twenty for the pizza, thirty for the camera, action!. meanwhile, movies i really want to see, i have to waste a dvd trip on, and wait days and weeks and months to see certain movies, the better movies. why is that. because the makers of the better movies, the big movies, the blockbusters, are greedy, and want more money. they want you to buy their shyt, not just pay a couple bucks to see it and decide you don't like it and don't want to buy it. most of the movies on netflix streaming, are lame two star b movies. why do you think that is. the makers of the b movies just want you to see their movies. the makers of the blockbusters want more millions. by the way, why don't we call blockbusters 'a' movies, maybe because 'blockbuster' starts with a 'b'? and the movies now adays suck anyway. you see the preview and think it will rock, and then you see it, and it's nuthing like the preview, it sucks, and you wasted that money. if you make a good movie, i will buy it. if the movie sucks, i don't want to waste my money. but these greedy idiots just want more money. if they can charge you two bucks to see a streaming movie, or twenty bucks for the bluray, what option do you think they'll leave you with. that also tells you that they aren't proud of their cheap plastik piece of shyt creations. heavy on the billion dollar effects, but light on story and meaning. it's gone from powerful stories that we purchase, to mindless entertainment we're forced to purchase. have you seen the prices in movie theaters lately. you could easily pay fifty bucks for a movie these days. what the phuk could possibly justify that. maybe if neo grew a third eye and wings, advocated ayahuasca, and had children with trinity who were the next stage of human evolution, instead of compromising for a weaker story, and dying at the end. that's not a story we want to pay to see. if you want our money so bad, make something worth paying for. and why would we pay fifty bucks to see the movie in the theater with a bucket of cheap crappy popcorn, to only see it once, or just twenty to buy the dvd and watch it forever, your price scale was made by someone who failed math and should go back to skool, because all that does is tells us how greedy you are, so you should go back to skool, too. if you have millions and we have nuthing, how do you expect us to buy your shyt. if you want more money, give us some incentive. we're willing to give you every last dollar we have just for a good story, but even if you had every dollar in the world, it still wouldn't be enuph, but you're doing nuthing to earn it, so why should we pay you. why are you so goddamned greedy. the greedier you get, the less you do to earn it. we aren't paying you for that. netflix and the movie industry needs to put their movies on the streaming thing so we can watch them when we want, they need to make movies they can be proud of, so we have a reason to buy them, but we aren't going to buy them if we can't see them first, when we want. incentive. that's the word of the year, against all these greedy bastards in charge of the whole phuking show. when we make a movie, even if it sucks, we're proud of it, enuph to put it on netflix. you had an idea to create convenience, and you don't take it as far as it could or should go, that's your fault. don't bitch at us because you aren't making enuph money, there's a reason we're not paying you, and it's not our fault because we're downloading, it's because you're making crap that's not worth spending our little bits of money on, so stop blaming us for your phukup. or we just might end up owning the industry, and firing all of you. we already own you, cause you depend on us to make your crappy cheap irrelevant low intellectual quality movies, if we stop paying you, you disappear. and we're still here. you lose your job, and we're actually able to pay our rent. that's how greed works for us. these greedy movie people are morons.

tell me

just tell me i'm dead
because the compassion of this world makes me pheel that way
just tell me i'm dead
there's no sympathy left in these hearts
it's the end of the line for this experiment
i've learned my lesson here
it's time to go home
the lack of care from them
has birthed a lack of care in me
and there's only one end to that string
just go ahead and tell me
because i'm already dead

be a tool, or use a tool

there was a post in a goth group that got me ranting. usually i never respond to any of these, because i pheel that my words wouldn't be appreciated there. simple people don't like verbal weirdos infiltrating their niches. not to say that goths are simple people, just most of the posts i've seen in this group, people seem simple, and spelling seems unimportant. i try to be helpful, and they end up making me pheel like an asshole. but i read this one, and of course had something to say. i wrote this the other day, and phigured it was way too long and way too lame to post. but i decided to post it anyway. so now i'm posting it here, since this is my place to talk, because no one will bitch... because no one reads this. anonymity is a good thing. it was supposed to be just a short comment, but turned into this whole long thing. so here's the guy's post first:

Hey everyone, I'd like to talk about bullying toward gothic people. I remember when i was at high school, i had a lot of problems because i was dressed unlike "the fashion", then some people gave me the reputation of a gay/nazi/anarchist... cleaver isn't it? i'm all and the contrary lol. But i really didn't care about that because i played with that, i played with stereotypes, i mean, some people tried to bullyied me, and i answered like somebody really crazy (like if i was posseded by a demon) and i scared a lot of bitches... Until the day a guy wanted to fight with me, i kicked his ass, then nobody tried to fight against me anymore i was just "racist" because the who wanted to fight with me was mixed colored and looked like a "pakistani", so it was me the racist... But i was pretty happy because nobody wanted to touch me again. But what about you? did you have some bad experience at school, or in the street? I remember when i was a student i had another problems with "gangsta" they fought against me only because i wasn't look like "i should be" for them i was disrespectul with their religion... so we fought, and fortunatly i can defend myself. But i remember a girl in paris was unable to defend herself and have been raped just because she was goth... obviously the police did nothing... it's at the limit if police said "done well for you!" so if you have some bad experiences, share it, we'll be happy to help you as well as we can :)

and now my comment:

i find, the best way to defend yourself is not with weapons and punching, but with words. sounds stupid, but if you can outthink them, and make them pheel like a real phuking retard... you win. it's not that hard to do, they are actually retarded. i'm a writer. and a pretty good one. over the years, i've found that i'm really good with words. no one else thinks they can use words, because they never try, they don't know the right things to say, they don't think on a higher level. knowledge can kick anyone's ass. leave them speechless. don't let them get a word in, just keep cutting them down, threats are also good, but the good kind, like 'you see that teacher back there, i think she would see this, and i'm sure your parents would like to know what an asshole you are'. educate yourself, so you can be mercilessly brutal.

i'll give you an example, that, if you're smart, you can translate into your own experience. say i'm doing an interview on some idiot religious news show, and they try the old 'ambush' technique. instead of getting all flustered, which is what they want, therefore they win, instead, say something like, 'oh, oh, i get it, this is your attempt at an ambush, how's that working out for you. i see we haven't gotten past that one yet. yeah, go ahead, tear me to shreds with your words like i've done to you. show me your mind can handle this. show me your mind can battle mine. show me your mind'. they don't know what the phuk to say after that, and the interview's over. you just interviewed them on their own show, made them pheel like an asshole infront of their own audience. they won't phuk with you again. take them down before they have a chance to get a word out. unless they hire an assassin, which they've been known to do, in which case, you're screwed.

don't phuk with psychotik religious people, unless you have no fear. not even fear of dying. that means educate yourself with knowledge of the afterlife. and never believe the first lie you hear. any knowledge can be a tool. and there's plenty of knowledge out there, i'm not talking about reality tv. i'm talking about, read the wikipedia pages on reincarnation, or the cerebrum, or prophecies, or different kinds of doctorates. make yourself a scholar, and in today's information age, you can do that for free, no cost. become a wikipedia addict. i read very little compared to some people, but you'd be amazed at how much knowledge i take in. if you can translate right, you can even learn from watching reality tv. which i don't, but just to make a point. i don't watch tv. i haven't seen a commercial in several months. and i pheel so much better. if you watch youtube videos, just watch the right ones. do searches for 'bigthink', or 'terence mckenna', or 'alex jones', or anything else of that nature. smart stuff. trade entertainment for education. you'd be surprised. train yourself. start writing. and i'm not talking about emails. post a blog. and not the kind that's just a bunch of pictures. rant about how shytty your day was, and how stupid traffik was, and how people can't drive, and you had to survive. get your pheelings out, exercise your words, 'work out' the muscle that matters. sharpen your tongue. make your physikal defense a backup plan. if you punch them and knock them down, they'll eventually come back for you. if you make them pheel like a moron, they're alot more likely to stay away. if they phigure out that, to kick your ass, they have to outthink you, they'll stay home and read wikipedia. and hey, you just spread education like a virus. when we all get smarter, and evolve, we'll realize that violence is no longer necessary. the bully caveman's days are numbered. be the smart guy that cuts a few days off. and there's a huge difference between a smart man, and a thinker. if you aren't intuitive and don't think about things, being a smart man will only get you so far. a smart man can get a good job, but a thinker can realize that 'working for the man' is pointless, and can do more important shyt with their time. getting a job won't help you save the world. working for 'the man' won't help you evolve. being asshole's slave won't get you to the top of the ladder. no matter what lies they sell you. they say 'if you work for me long enuph, you'll work your way up'. bullshyt. ask around, and find out how many people that's happened to. and then try to phigure out if they were a smart man, or a thinker. thinkers may die young, but they live in history alot longer. everyone knows who einstein is. no one knows who your boss is. or who his 'hardworking' father was. there's two ways to make a name for yourself. 'get your hands dirty' as the smart man says, or 'think' as the thinker says. people will always lie to you as to which is easier. always find out the truth for yourself. you'll get knowhere believing everyone else's lies. because after all the knowledge we've learned since our caveman days, it's either to trust the bully with the gun, or believe what everone else tells you. well, truth is, no one knows shyt. the more thinking you do, the more truth you learn. and then you're armed with a weapon know won can match.

i live in the desert, and i wear a trenchcoat all year round. you know why no one phuks with me, they can see my Th3rd 3ye. they say 'aren't you hot', i say 'nope'. they say 'are you cold', i say 'nope'. and i walk away. leave them wondering. they'll be too busy wondering who the phuk you are, to come and try to punch you. i've learned alot of things in my life. one of those things, is that stupid people run from heavy words. they panik. they don't know what to do. those news programs think they can kick your ass with a prewritten set of words that they've used many times before. if you can think on your feet, be spontaneous and unpredictable, and outthink them, and if you give them an answer they weren't expecting, you abruptly cut off their speech and leave them stammering, stuttering, mumbling, babbling, and drooling. you just punched their weak brain with a dose of 'phuk you'. you taught them a lesson, 'don't phuk with someone you can't outthink, your prewritten, predictable words won't work on me'. if someone gives you shyt about being goth, you give them shyt about being 'normal', or thinking that 'normal' is the only way to be. they have no personality, they can't choose who they really want to be, or how they really want to dress, they're too scared of being different, but you have the balls to embrace your uniqueness, and they don't. you know who you really are, and they don't. you know that people who are 'normal' are in denial, and delusional, because they think there actually is such a thing as 'normal'. they're blind, look around you, there is no 'normal'. those of you who try so hard to be 'normal', are putting too much effort into something that doesn't even exist, instead of putting enuph effort into being who you really want to be. you deny your true self, maybe because you don't have a 'true self'. the difference between you and them, is that you are already smarter than they are, because you know who you are. and that's a valuable and useful piece of information to have these days. if all they can do is what everyone else is doing, then they're nuthing more than clones. if you're 'impressionable', then any idiot in the world can make an 'impression' on you. but, if you impress yourself, then you're well defined, and no idiot in the world can touch you. you've just had your first lesson in being a real badass. they may have sticks and stones, but... whoever said 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me'... obviously never met me. for me, the opposite is true. sticks and stones can't hurt me, because i'm armed and armoured with knowledge. if you're good enuph, you can make them pheel like a moron and regret throwing that rock, before it even hits you. making them pheel stupid can do much more damage than anything they've got. even permanent damage. when i was in elementary skool, some idiot wanted to fight me, and just being naïve and thinking of the first stupid thing that came to my mind, to try and get out of it, i said 'ok, but i won't fight you with fists, let's make it a fight of minds'. he was dumb enuph to say 'ok', so we agreed to meet in the park on the weekend. by the way, that's the dumbest move any bully can make, and if that's the best thing they can think of, it shows you just how dumb they are, and how easy to beat they are. anyway, this idiot went to the park, and waited. and waited. he came to skool on monday, and by then his anger was gone, and he probly even forgot why he was angry, but he said 'you never showed up, i sat there waiting all day'. well, he just wasted his weekend, and he ended up never hitting me. looks like i won that 'battle of the brains'. and i didn't even know what i was doing, i was just improvising. he didn't even get it. but i sure learned from it. i phigured out i had something they didn't have. something that was much better than anything they did have. and that's a good piece of knowledge to have.

by the way, if they do end up kicking your ass, you still pheel better than them, because you just phigured out how much of a retard they really are, and you get to go home and tell one hell of a story to your family and friends. then, that guy wonders why these strange people are laffing at him the next day. he pheels like a real asshole. and i'd bet you that he pheels worse than he made you pheel. bruises will hurt for a little while, but wounded pheelings can potentially last a lifetime. especially in stupid panicky idiots who don't know any better. if you put them in therapy for the rest of their life, you win. i wonder if this whole thing is dumb enuph to post. dumb as a blog post. you can be a tool, or you can use a tool. my tool is bigger.

bob saget's wild porno bloopers

i had a dream that i was watching some porno video, that was a combination of extremely risky and daring publik things, and bloopers of publik things gone wrong. and it was set to the muzik of enya. like this one guy, was standing up against a wall, next to an old lady, who was apparently waiting for a cab or something, and he's standing there just yanking his doodle, and she doesn't even notice, and just keeps talking to him. she doesn't notice till just before she sees his manjuice shooting out of his dangle, and she almost has a heartattack, but she looks a bit turned on. this video was phuking hilarious, and apparently, other people in this weird apartment building i was in, were watching it, too. this building looked like it was still being built, and under cunstruction, and everything was still bare wood (pun intended), and no actual walls, just the wooden beams everywhere, but people were sitting in rooms watching their tvs and eating pulled pork pizzas, and laffing at this really long video full of clips of publik scenes of all kinds, and riddled with bloopers of all kinds. if that 'phunniest home videos' show was a little more openminded, this would've been the prize winner. hell, they did have bob saget on their show, and he's a filthy mutherphuker. he's also quite an idiot, which is probly why he was perfect for their show. anyone who's dumb enuph to do that show, is dumb enuph to do anything, so i'm sure we could get him to host this erotik comedy special. in the dream, it phelt like this video was a full length movie, about two hours long, cause i kept seeing new things while i was walking around doing whatever the hell else. at one point, it looked like i was helping to build the building. that's a phunny term, isn't it. shows a lack of creativity for whoever came up with those words. build the building. yeah. or 'i'm building a building'. you sure are. who's the big building builder. yes, you are, aren't you. look at those cute little cheeks, now go play with your little hammer. yeah. he left his thinking cap on too long.

i'm a loser, baby

if i ever do that stupid loser 'L' on my forehead thing, i'm going to do it with the wrong hand, and see if anyone notices, and if they do notice, 'you know you did the wrong hand, right', say 'yes, to make myself look like even more of a loser than they are, yes, just pointing out the hypocrisy of loserdom, cause usually the guy doing the forehead loser thing turns out to be more of a loser than the guy he's doing it to'. unless you're george w. bush doing the forehead loser thing to dick cheney, in which case we enter into such a contradictory standoff, that the universe just disappears, and all that is left, is lewis black standing between two starbucks.

and when i publish this post, it has a box where i can type 'labels for this post', which i never do, but then it gives examples, 'e.g. scooters, vacation, fall', as if that's all that anyone ever talks about, or is supposed to talk about. and i wonder why no one reads my blog. actually, i don't wonder, i like complete anonymity. i'm the world's greatest unknown.

one last thing, about my 'only the strong survive' post. a few years ago, we heard on the news, that two cops were involved in a shootout with one man. each cop emptied two clips and point blank range. POINT... BLANK... RANGE... and no one hit a damned thing. nuthing. i'll repeat that. two cops emptied two clips each at POINT BLANK RANGE... and HIT NUTHING. did you really get the full effect of that. do i need to say it again. two cops and one man had a shootout at POINT... BLANK... RANGE... and hit NUTHING. did you really get it that time. one man. two cops. three guns. four clips. no hits. and a partridge in a phuking graveyard. yeah, the news said the bird saw this shootout, and while it was not wounded, it died laffing.

for the verbally challenged

i'm going to say something that's going to put an end to the whole 'offensive language' debate... right phuking now. if they think we're 'juvenile' because we use adult language, then why do they call it 'adult language'. look at the movie rating for any movie you watch, it's called 'adult language'. we're adults, we can use that language. that's one of the cool things we get to do when we turn eighteen; smoke cigarettes, watch porn, and cuss up a storm. it's helpful when we get to tell our parents to phuk off. you're an adult now. if they think we're being 'juvenile', because we use adult language, in reality, they're the ones being 'juvenile', because they're choosing to be offended by a word. it's just a word, it's not a bullet like you use on us, it's not going to hurt you, it's a word. and the fact that you use the whole 'children' excuse to put an 'r' rating on our movies, makes you the hypocrite. because children can handle alot more shyt than you think they can. hell, they can handle alot more shyt than you can. you know when i first used my first adult word, was about eight years old. when i heard my first adult word was alot younger than that, from my psychotik, hateful, evil, sadistik, hypocritikal grandmother, who now says she's never used that language, and tries to censor me when i use it. for those of you who don't know, that's the definition of a hypocrite, right phuking there. look it up, it will use some adult words far beyond your vocabularikal understanding. you know when i saw my first porno mag, that was actually a penthouse, and not just a playboy, was about eight years old. and look how i turned out. just phuking fine. i'm more normal and mature than any of the rest of you. you may not think so, but i sure do, cause i have a more squeegee'd and more mature, adult perception of what 'normal' really is. i got rid of all those hangups when i was eight years old. you think we're being 'juvenile' because we choose to not limit our freedom of speech, and use language that we're entitled to as adults. you're the ones that call it 'adult language', which means that you're the ones being 'juvenile' and immature by choosing to get offended by 'adult language'. you're being children. and you're not being normal children, you're being maldeveloped children in a dysfunctional family, with many drug addictions, delusions, skizophrenia, and all that good shyt, because any child that i've ever known, uses adult language, smokes cigarettes, drinks beer, watches pornography, listens to adult muzik, watches the good movies, and is more mature than you. that's the majority of children in the world can handle more 'adult' shyt than you can. so you're just using this whole 'children' excuse just to protect your own ears, and to put 'r' ratings on our movies, to label us as some sort of deviants, that makes you the hypocrite. you are the deviant, the deviation from the 'norm', you are the hypocrite, and hypocrisy is the real 'offensive language'. people who don't have 'protection' grow up to be alot stronger than you'll ever be. and having 'authority' doesn't make you strong. you're the ones choosing to get offended by 'adult language'. not the rest of us. you are the ones who call it 'adult language' ninety percent of the world, including children, uses adult language. you are the ones who call it 'adult language', you are the ones who call it 'offensive language', you are the ones who let your fragile little minds get offended by words, you are the ones who consider it to be any sort of language other than just plain normal language. and may i remind you, in that respect, you are the extreme minority. look around you. take one of your little polls. do your research. this world is phuked up. if you don't have the balls to say 'this world is phuked up', then you are the problem, and we're coming for you. consider that next time you try to censor me, or try to limit me like you limit yourself, or cut me down to your level. thanks to acid, i'm higher than you, and you can't reach me. you are the minority, in every way. people forget that, because you use a different word, the word 'elite' translates to 'minority'. let me run that little factoid by you again. ninety percent of the world, including children, uses adult language. that means that the ten percent of the world who are immature, childish, juvenile, whiny little weakminded adults like you, are choosing to be offended by a word. debate over. i just won that shyt. and i just won that shyt, because i choose to not limit my speech, or weaken my mind, and i choose to use all words. i use the best words, i use the words that really phuking punch. i don't limit myself verbally, unlike those of you who are verbally challenged. or so mentally weak that a certain set of letters can shatter your perception of reality and make you wet yourself and cry to mommy.

record label pussies

note to self: one of these days, i should write a song called 'rock and roll pussies'. and have it say that if you aren't just beating those drums to death with every last bit of energy you have, then you're a pussy. and also talk about how i dare any rapper to try to play fear factory's 'replika', or strapping young lad's 'detox'. and try to rhyme parts of that. like def leppard and poison, a bunch of pussies, and also rappers and pop stars that can't write their own songs, or play any instruments. just really make the case for how they're all just a bunch of pussies. and how the record label does everything, and the pop singer just stands on stage and lipsyncs like a little puppet. use references to how i read on wikipedia about 'paramore', that they wanted to make the girl singer a pop star, and she says 'no, i want to be a rock singer with my band behind me', and the record execs, and i quote, 'decided to go along with her wishes'. as if they didn't have to. man, if that doesn't sound phuking soulless and fake and wrong. how could we have that sort of horseshyt in this world, how could we allow that, as artists, as muzicians, isn't it our responsibility to keep those phukers out of our bizness. they own and cuntrol everything, they own and cuntrol all of us. any piece of art or muzik out there is cuntrolled by a record company who doesn't have the talent to do it themselves. like sonik syndicate; nuclear blast, the most asshole label out there, wants to cuntrol the direction of their muzik. they should have the balls to stand up to this label, and say 'if you want muzik that sounds that way, why don't you make it. don't tell us what muzik to write, do it your phuking self. we're not little monkeys you teach to fetch you a beer, we're not children doing skool lessons, we're rockstars, godddamnit, we don't answer to anyone, especially you. i could write a whole album on that subject alone. all these fake phuking panzy posers out there. a song obviously needs to be written that just really tears them all a new one. as if i haven't written enuph of those already. but i think, exploring that particular, specifik subject, obviously hasn't been done properly yet, so leave it to yours untruly, ozztek undustries, to put that phuking message out there, cause no one else has the balls to do it. those are the same people who don't have the balls to stand up to their record labels. or make their muzik without a label. with downloading, the record labels are becoming less and less necessary. 'we want to make this girl a pop singer'. they choose a girl, based solely on her pretty looks and her pretty voice, just another pretty face, and they stick her on a stage, and say 'here, sing these songs'. and she does it. you want to know why. she's a robot with no soul. you're paying money to see a soulless robot puppet, and the puppet strings are right above the stage, being held by record execs. that's your muzikal world, because you didn't have the balls to stand up to these greedy phuks, and say 'keep your greedy phuking hands out of my muzik'. just the fact that a record company can say 'we want to make this girl a pop singer', means that they have way too much cuntrol, they can do whatever the phuk they want, and they know that we won't resist, because 'we want money'. well, sorry, but you aren't getting my vote or my dollar. they have all that cuntrol, and no resistance, they can do whatever they want, because they have all of our money. if we stop buying muzik, and start downloading it, they lose power. so they get angry, and try to stop us from getting free muzik. you buy a cd for twenty bucks. only a tiny percentage of that twenty bucks actually goes to the artist, the rest goes to the record label, and they use that money to feed you a bunch of soulless horseshyt. how do i know this. because i have a brain, a soul, and i see the puppet strings. there are no strings above me, i speak freely. no one owns me. i can't be bought. because i'm not in it for the money, i'm in it because i have a message of truth to get out there. they don't want the truth spoken, so they'll kill me as soon as they can, just to shut me up. just ask bill hicks, or john lennon. but as long as i breathe, i'll keep talking, because coma patients need to hear this shyt. watch the tv miniseries called 'alice', if you're not too busy watching reality tv. watch something with a little imagination to it. it was aired in 'ohnine, it's losely based on the 'alice in wonderland' story. it's very 3yeopening to someone who's already awake, and sees the strings. i'm in this shyt just to get my message out there. because, when i die, what's going to be more important; the money in my wallet...

or my message in the veins of the world.

...
this is my rap song, for all you tards and haters
since it's the only way to get thru those sedaters
you think you're so cool, but i remain skeptikal
unless you can try to play fear factory's 'replika'
i dare you to play strapping young lad's 'detox'
and you think i'm weak, because i can't 'box'
but i'll shove a guitar thru the back of your skull
just to show you that you can really be that dull
now just repeat that about forty times to get it
and it will really offend you all, if you let it
you've got to understand something sometime never
we can't just stay in elementary skool forever
grow the phuk up and buy your parents some condoms
and you say i wronged 'em? damn near killed 'em!

wait, what?

only the strong survive

poll: what do people most want to protect in their antisopathetik campaign:

freedom of expression
freedom of speech
online piracy
social networks
comphort zone (comphort has 'zones'? as in 'limits'?)
bizness interests (that's all that this is about: money)
other

my answer: you should've put an option there for 'all of the above', cause that's what i would choose. 'freedom' does not have limits. even if we do. (but, when it all comes down, what would i really choose. nuthing. take away whatever you want, we'll still evolve beyond you).

and for people who download, calling us 'pirates' is a little elementary, don't you think. immature, unimaginative, juvenile. we're not johnny depp on a phuking boat. i have asked people this question, and just get back blank stares: who needs more money; the rich people making the album, or the poor people buying the album. the movie and muzik industries are not hurting for cash, they're just greedy. there is a difference. you'd do well to keep that in mind during this 'debate' (aka, illogikal madness).

do you ever look at the download numbers on any one torrent? it's usually no more than about two thouzand. and that, when most artists are selling five hundred thouzand copies of each album, seems a little greedy, don't you think. besides, they're copies. takes about a dollar to make each copy, and you're charging twenty bucks for each copy. that's nineteen dollars of profit. and if you took responsibility for yourself, and didn't need to pay for a greedy and pointless record label that 'chose you', most of that money would be yours. here's five bucks, buy a calculator.

the government is trying to take away our freedom of speech, freedom of expression, and just about every other freedom that comes with the internet. these are the same people that ignore our constitution. and i say 'our constitution', because it's certainly not theirs. they ignore the first ammendment, and do every abusive thing they can to take that freedom away. first of all, it's not a 'freedom' that should be given to us by our government and untrusted leaders, we should be naturally born with it. no one has cuntrol or authority over any kind of freedom. that negates the meaning of 'freedom'. these are the same people who ignore the 'freedom of assembly' part, and pepperspray peaceful, nonviolent protestors in the face. i've seen it with my own 3yez, and my squeegee'd Th3rd 3ye, protestors sitting down in a line, and a cop just walking by them, spraying massive amounts of pepperspray right in their faces. can someone say 'police brutality', or 'abuse of power'. these are the same people who murdered gandhi. these are the same people who shot and killed four students at kent state. and we keep letting them get away with it, because they sell us the excuse of 'security'. security from who. these are the same people who kill countless peaceful protesters and other people everyday. and by 'other people', i mean that they can't aim their guns right, and end up killing innocent bystanders all the time, but do they ever get punished. the whole 'job security' thing is only for them. they kill innocent bystanders, people who are not even protesting, just peaceful citizens on their way to work. you just ended that person's life with your ignorance, psychotikally waving your gun around in a crowded street like a phuking madman, letting bullets fly wherever, and taking people's lives who you've never met, don't know anything about, and haven't even been granted the permission to take their life. you probly just killed the one lawyer who could've saved your life. or you probly just killed the guy who had the ability to make our world a better place. you'll never know, because you're too busy killing people to find out who that guy was. if you're going to kill someone, you should maybe do your research better. but, then again, you're trying to take away wikipedia. because knowledge is a bad thing. you know what makes it possible for you to watch your televangelists on tv. knowledge. that's right. some smart thinker invented that tv. without knowledge, you would've never set foot out of the garden of eden. you'd have no technology, no cellphone, no tv, no house, no suit and tie, no bulletproof car to save your life while you're taking the lives of countless others. all you'd have is a tree, a few apples, and a snake. if anyone deserves to have their lives taken from them, it's you. not only did you take a freedom we should be naturally born with, and turn it into a 'government given' freedom, but now you're trying to take that freedom away, because you gave yourself the 'authority' to do so, by manufacturing enemies and excuses. it is not a 'government given' freedom, therefore you can't take it away. just because you're a psychotik caveman with a gun, doesn't mean you have any more authority than any of us. 'authority' is a delusion. an illness of a powerhungry mind. the internet is taking us into a new world, where no one has or needs authority. and that scares you. so you're doing everything you can to stomp that little freedom out. well, best of luck to you, because evolution favours the 'fittest', meaning the most intelligent, not the most psychotik, or the man with the most money or guns, both of which you made for yourself, but evolution, whether you like it or not... i guess i should say, whether your god tells you to deny it or not, does exist, and has been around for eternity. and your days are numbered, no matter how you look at it. so run in fear, you little cockroaches, run in fear, sell us fear and excuses, and try to survive in any way you can. freedom does not have limits. fear, on the other hand, does. one of those hands is getting cut off. like in the old days, when you steal, they cut off your hand. correct me if i'm wrong, but i believe that was you. well, we may be stealing muzik that should be free anyway, but you're trying to steal our freedoms that you don't have the power to steal, no matter how delusional you are. so say goodbye to those hands. and your head, while we're at it. we outnumber you. it's only a matter of time. toodles.

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update: you're going to love this. this socalled 'freethinker' whose poll i commented on, replied to my comment saying 'freedom does not have limits'. he said 'freedom to kill, freedom to be killed, there must be limits somewhere'. so i replied, 'wouldn't that contradict with 'freedom to live'? freedom to kill is not a freedom, neither is freedom to be killed. we need to step out of this psychotik and homicidal nightmare, and learn to evolve in harmony. that is a freedom'. people have phuked up understandings of 'intelligence' and 'freedom' and other words that should mean what they say. only a psychotik and illogikal mind in this world would think that murder is a freedom. those are the people that think anarchy won't work. if there weren't governmental order, people would just go nuts, and would be complete chaos. no, the idiots would all kill eachother, and we would live in peace, because we're smart, thinkers, and know how to hide until the 'chaos' stops. does no one know this. it's called logik. 'if we didn't have a government, people would just go nuts', yeah, and you're one of them. look around you. the world is already chaotik enuph, the government commits mass genocide everyday, and we let them get away with it. that's 'freedom to kill'. if we had real freedom, and no governmental limits, i'm sure we'd do just fine. what reason would we have to kill eachother. think about it. please. do us a favour, and think. the government is the enemy, not us. do i really have to do the world's thinking, is that my responsibility. even these people who are 'fighting for freedom', don't even really know what freedom is. they think it's the freedom to check their email. that's what they're fighting for. whatever the government tells or sells you as 'freedom' is not freedom. if it has a price tag with blood on it, then it's not free. the definition should be freed. freedom... does not have limits. even if we do. if we let you out of the cage, and your first instinct is to kill someone, instead of running free and enjoying freedom, then you're the problem. there are, believe it or not, some of us who would not kill anyone, but instead run free, and enjoy freedom. not all of us are psychotik and stupid. some of us are fighting for true freedom. the fact that i have to clarify and say 'true freedom' instead of just 'freedom' means that something is wrong. maybe, before we let you out of this cage, we can give you a dictionary. if you tear it up and try to eat it, we know not to open that particular cage. if you read it, and learn the true definition of 'freedom', and appreciate it, then your cage gets opened. how's that, is that the deal we can make. it's called logik. religious people think logik and thinking are bad things. religious people are responsible for more deaths than any thinker. religious people are holding us prisoner. hence the whole 'freedom' idea. come on, do i really have to teach this class of elementary students and buttmonkeys, or can we get to more important subjects already. can we all understand the real meanings of the words i'm using. 'evolution' is not the name of a cellphone, or a videogame. 'freedom' is not something you can buy in a store, or something you have to fight for. 'freedom' does not have limits. look it up. if you put a chain around 'freedom', then it's not free, is it. if you put limits on freedom, it's not freedom. freedom doesn't have the same limits that your mind does. well, class, i think we've learned our lesson today, about how and why 'only the strong survive'. actually, i'm going to clarify that line, and i'm going to say 'only the smart survive' or 'only the sane survive'. fearless, limitless.

only the evolved survive.

and, once again, i was met with nuthing but blank stares...

world war madness

the dumbest thing about world war one, was not how many cuntries fought, or how many people died, which are both astonishing numbers, but rather the fact that the war was ended by the signing of treaties. like treats for the good little fighters and puppets. the fact that the leaders stayed indoors and signed papers, while followers were dying in massive numbers. a hundred and thirtyfive cuntries fought, and more than fifteen million people died. and then, don't forget about world war two. obviously, those 'treaties'... didn't work. around sixty million people died. it was madness, everyone was attacking everyone, and no one was sane. you can't tell me that wasn't all planned. for the allies to win, and the bad guys to lose, after so many people were murdered by the leaders. the leaders have led us down a dark, blind path of hopeless, psychotik suicide. wasted lives. it's all about power and money. and no one thinks there's anything wrong with that. even to this day. patriotism is a disease. an interesting fact about world war two, as said on wikipedia, is 'between fifty and seventy million people died'. that means that in the madness of mass murder, and ultimate manufactured chaos and conphuzion, around twenty million people were just forgotten about. there were too many deaths to count. their fighting meant nuthing, they died in meaningless martyrdom. the kicker, is that 'martyrdom' is seen as a good thing. whoever sold us the 'war' idea, was a con artist of the worst kind, but we were the dumbest consumers of all, because we bought it, hook line and blood. we're on the titanik. and we also bought the consumerism lie, when they told us to go shopping, to buy their worthless products, to give them all our money and 'support' the war. we are sheep. it's never been 'we, the people', that was an illusion created to give us false hope that we had some sort of power. the worst thing the war did, was distract us, and blind us from the truth, so the faceless, secure leaders could sit behind closed doors, and do whatever they want to us. we weren't fighting for our security, we were fighting for theirs. an orchestrated amerikan nightmare. world cuntrol, world domination. paid for with our blood. we have been sold. we bought the lie, and now they own us. and the mask of it all, was the word 'superpower', as if just plain and simple 'power' wasn't good enuph. the more money, the more blood, the stronger they get, and the more 'power' we lose, and the more they own us. it's never been 'we, the people'. it's 'we, the sheeple'. the whole 'war' idea taught us to be completely psychotik to eachother, instead of our leaders. it taught us to trust our leaders, and not eachother. and combined with religion, it was the greatest lie ever sold. you can see it in the crack between church and state. we have no power. and they don't just have power over their manufactured 'enemies', they have cuntrol over all of us. we handed it over, in exchange for 'security'. we were already secure. they were the bullies in the caves, and somewhere along the way, they convinced us to protect them. it wasn't the people we killed who were the enemy. it was the faceless leaders sitting securely behind closed doors, and giving the order for their blind, obedient masses and followers to go out and kill as many of eachother as they could, just so the 'leader' could get more power over more people. more blood, more money, more cuntrol, more souls. all the 'power' you need is in your hands. stop killing yourselves, and point that gun higher. after the war, the united nations was set up to develop support between cuntries, and to prevent future wars. looks like that didn't work either. it was a lie, the united nations was set up to manufacture wars, as they spit humans out of factory assembly lines to fight these wars, and think they're doing something good. it was the leaders standing together behind a wall, exchanging puppet strings and green sanity. then the cold war, what a great name, began between the two superpowers. are you seeing the colours of christmas yet. the cold war, the civil war, or how about the name 'the war to end all wars', they sure know how to name these things, leaving only a hint at what they're really doing, and we don't see it. that's just a test to see how blind we are. like looking at tiny letters on a lit up box. if you look closely, you can see the strings over us being pulled, as we're running thru those fields with guns, taking the lives of our fellow humans, with no knowledge of the afterlife or reincarnation. and if you look at who's pulling those strings, it's all the leaders, standing together. and then, the 'decolonization' of asia and afrika, where those cuntries were given their 'independence', and at the same time, politikal integration, the process of 'uniting cuntries'. the separation of the other cuntries, and the unity of our cuntry for more power against them. and we even celebrate 'independence day'. that's a good one. conphuzing, isn't it. drawing lines on a map, to separate the masses into prejudiced sections, telling us we're different from eachother in ways we don't even fully understand. that's a great distraction. not to mention the 'economik recovery'. where did all that money go. it disappeared along with our sanity. and their wallets mysteriously got bigger. why do they need our money, they already own everything. they even own shyt that shouldn't be owned. why does the value of money constantly fluxuate. i've seen that green colour before, when i was locked in a mental home, a prison for thinkers, or anyone who's not 'normal'. and i've seen darkness of the worst kind in the pockets of humanity. there must be some sort of superhuman power in those green dollar bills, the more money they take from us, meaning the poorer we get and the richer they get, the more power they have to cuntrol our souls. we don't just hand over green paper, we hand over our sanity, and walk away with a book about god's childish gluttony for cuntrol. i wonder which one of them created the term 'the rich get richer and the poor get poorer'. that was a great observation of an undetected lie. you know how to catch a liar in a lie... ask them the same question twice. you don't need a machine to tell you if someone's lying, you just need common sense. you need to outthink them. and liars are always pretty phuking stupid. they're dumb enuph to lie in the first place. but we lied when we said we trusted our leaders. and that lie gave them more cuntrol over us, and gave us less knowledge of ourselves. are you starting to wonder how this works yet. connecting any dots. they can kill us, but we can't kill them. they don't even kill us, they tell us to kill eachother, and we do it. we waste our lives, we die for nuthing, and we should be proud. our families should be proud, because we were heroes, and defended our cuntry and fought for freedom. no, we dove headfirst into psychotik insanity. if you have to fight for freedom, then it's not free. you are not free. you are a slave staring at your own death. the 'high cost of freedom', means you don't pay for it with green paper sanity, you pay for it with your life. and we're also told to kill anyone who tries to tell us differently. those are not strings above us, they're nooses. and when we die, what do we get for all our hard work, and giving up our lives... a white stone in a field of uniformity, and we're lucky if they put our name on it. the more obedient you are, the better chance you have to see your name on a stone, as you finally see what the madness was all about. we're not fighting for 'freedom' anymore, we're fighting for survival, and that's something to fight for. the next great war will be the ghost war. there's power in numbers. the question is, who's power. twenty million people lost in the blood and dust of history, and forgotten about. that could've been you. now, i think you know where to point that gun they gave you.