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.