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12:48 am
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meh
procrastination is over 9000!
It only gets worse with anxiety... Continuous work is a much better answer. People's mental states collide like menstrual cycles. The mind flows. Some say it is empathy, some say it is being focused on the same tasks... It's probably more automatic than the conscious mind would like to admit. Are you powerful enough to evoke mental states? Mind over emotion and state of being may be zen.
Alleviate a mental state. rant rhyme write blah. Coherency is a bitch I'd suffocate.
I suppose inherently I have some loose wire that screams out to me peace. I despise conflict on some psychotic unconscious level. This is not to say that I fear conflict. The exact words, if they exist, elude me. I'm more drawn to the conflict, seeking to resolve it with peaceful justice. Yet, when it comes to personal matters, it makes me reluctant to play a winning hand. It gets harder to be so reluctant when the other players are putting down low pairs. Why do people always call? Do they think I am bluffing? Do they feel I am not just?
Silly me... not fearing injustice... The world is not always just, and I do not care. Is justice fair, and do I care? Is it a blur? It's not a moral dilemma, do I wish to win? It seems my hand is being pushed. The foe is routed, Ceasar demands an execution.
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12:45 am
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internet amusement
Cut for embedded sound maker thingy...
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02:02 am
[Link] | What bothers me, and I think it's an important thing to care about, is that regulation seems to primarily introduce inefficiencies to each and every one of our everyday lives. The epitome of problematic legalese may in fact be the insistence on a coherent set of laws. Coherence, establishment, and clarity may be effective mechanisms to establish rule of law with intent of better purpose. Higher authority protects the weak.
Higher authority protects the weak. Who choses the higher authority?
Who needs the protection? The weak will not be protected. Higher authority protects the strong.
Higher authority protects the strong. Coherent x-- PREDICTABLE law protects those in power. Does an attorney recommend to do x, y, and z to avoid dealing with whatever mechanisms.
The flailing of some senator punishes the innocent in an insincere attempt to placate the gripes of the vocals.
Intent regardless of law. Intent in the things you do. Intent in the company's actions. Intent in the jury box.
Intent over law. Intent over coherence. Intent over jury.
Conscience - formally illegal; punishable as a disruption of the tyranny of the establishment.
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07:53 pm
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The essence of good
What is good?
It's a simple question. Dangerous in its nature, you will fail to answer it in any rational capacity. Whole ecosystems of belief are established on attempting to prescribe methodology to answer the chaotic essence that lies underneath. The underlying essence of this cognitive fabrication mandates explanation.
If you dare focus your mind to tip of a needle... Feel your ideals served out on some trey by Plato, lost forever, and drunkenly bent on non-ideal unrealism. Seek out something to be martyred by. The ideal is a dispersion, your reality is nothing but a bent misreality.
So you ask again, what is good? Could you scream it at the top of your lungs? The ideal, a reality, an essence, or a not way is beating at your mind unable to cognize for some unknowably infinite permutation of ideals lost in nirvana.
I come back down to reality no matter my disposition I hit some jagged line that I can't dismiss only driving me like madness at the grating essence of good.
Dismissing everything gets you not.
Rationalizing everything leaves you empty.
Staring at some kind of God only helps blind you to the question.
Arrogance leads you to omission.
Humility fails in action.
Negativity loses hope.
Hope is empty without an answer.
Empty is not the answer while without hope one cannot succeed.
Yet you still believe, you still see x over y... X OVER Y!!!
You'll scream it from ten thousand leagues!
You'll crush your head until it implodes!
I too say, X OVER Y!
I have no meaning!
X OVER Y!
RED RED RED
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02:17 am
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chaos
In his desperate denial of embracing truth he fell into a hole of coherence. The logic that began to postulate itself dared not question its own essence in fear of being trapped without application. The application in of itself was a bastardization. What cannot be explained but known in unknowing will forever be disgraced by incomplete interpretation. The secrets incomprehensible but to those who learned the way were merely superstitions of those proclaiming false scientific prophecies. So incredibly useless was the vast array of disinformation, that the mere attempts to explain such things in fact detracted the most away from reality itself, but instead reliance on false premises.
It was at that moment Pol Pot entered into the mental framework of all those surrounding.
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08:39 pm
[Link] | Sanity check, one two three.
Fig nuts with butter.
Positive attitude with angst.
Incoherence with betrayal.
Chocolate iodine and cheeze wis.
Spell check for the FAIL.
All the patterning in the world will not save those who are against it. You can't mix iodine with butter. If you take 4 parts ritilin, and add it to repetition you get over prescribed hype. The boring suitors of the world unite. They form a tri-force. They join a gang. They like to talk, and the talk is all trash. Discuss the things that interest you without the capability of remembering what it was you were talking about.
It's not that I don't find you the most interesting person in the world, it's that you exude addictive chemicals. Self-censoring irony goes to defeat one's mind and way of life. I can't say the things I think because of worldly structures created to prepare for the mind-fuck apocalypse.
The agony of unrealized utopia is a bitch. You won't find it in your mama's training.
Depression versus utopia.
Depression started out with false idealistic dreams, and so did utopia. Utopia said fuck it I want a drink.
Hot sex is the best addictive formula you can buy. I highly recommend it. Next time you go to the store, tell them you're looking for hot sex. They'll most likely tell you that it's not for sale at this location, but large quantities are kept in stock. Next time, word what you want with fabrications and hair spray.
Get bored, go make something, make it with zest.
Penis.
If you're straight and want a penis, I could probably make a recommendation... several if needed. Satisfaction guaranteed.
FacT: MIT students don't have sex.
Why the fuck are you reading this you freak? Go get a room somewhere.
Introversion without collusion is a bitch. You see the vibe, you run away.
Sing, dance, blather on, have no recollection of rhyme or reason, feel some sort of insipid cynic driving a clown car.
let me out for one big sigh
i see it all for one big lie
it's not desire for to die
but all for sweet delicious pie
pie face
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08:32 pm
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Hello Pyrrho
I have no need to escape from that which was destroyed for all humanity to never partake of again.
Politics. Prejudice with reason. The Betrayer.
I tip my glass to thee, fair taxation. Who is to pay for the criminals who enforce the will of the majority? Fair taxation, perhaps a flat sales tax? A tax which, by not taxing "crime", would roughly create a 50% economic incentive on criminal organizations to avoid the government. Certainly, some Republicans are wise in their ways of making crime so profitable. Industry specific tax, a Democrat favorite, target a "harmful" industry like oil and tobacco which sell mostly to the poor, and establish a ruthless regressive tax and call it "moral". Obviously the poor have too many benefits given to them by their creator, and should ruthlessly have them stripped away by regressive taxation. Certainly, we should keep running these regressive taxes as they discourage "evil" companies from profiting too much by providing a cheap product to the poor. Sure there are hundreds of pages of illegible legal text to describe the established law of robbing the population, but perhaps then we could have a "flat" income tax. Clearly those who are generating income at a lower rate deserve to be taxed just as much as those generating a higher income. Certainly, we should be taxing the generation of wealth. Taxing actual accumulated wealth would be less "fair", as multiple million dollar houses owned by a single non-working entity generate economic activity opposed to this nasty thing called "income" which has no bearing on actual generative economic behavior. Certainly, the free market dictates as Adam Smith so poignantly points out, those enslaved by the invisible hand should be as happy as those not enslaved by paying equal portions of their productivity to the interests of the thieving majority.
Yes, I'm as liberal as they come. I'm no Democrat and I don't really fit in the Libertarian party. Liberal to the utmost of personally free, and equal to the furthest extent that we remain personally free.
Yes, I'm as skeptical as they come. I'm no Atheist and I don't fit in with the Taoist system. Skeptical to the utmost of unknowing, and open to listen to the furthest extent that there is no me but "The" which extends beyond "me".
The progressive movement is dead. The Democrats killed it.
Death to Obama! and the liberal fucktard spies.
My favorite movie is "The Lives of Others".
I've been thinking of you. Watch it...
There is no such thing as taking orders. Do as you please. Obey, and betray the essence of "good".
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06:49 pm
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10:22 pm
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looking glass
Each word, each inscription, fails to communicate accurately one's senses. Letters sounds feelings dripped onto a page of conforming script using conforming formated words, structures, and assumptions. Even at the perceptual level one is missing out on a vast array of information and the perceptions of one person will vary with another's perceptions. The conforming line of communication then is simply a trained response for which to describe a common experience. To consider that the colors seen then are different is perhaps a terrible oversimplification. Perhaps it is best to consider that thoughts emanate from your heart and that they extend past the pores of your skin. Why should one operate on the basis of precision when the presets allow for illusion? If an illusion has no confusion, then is it not simply the innate distortion of reality?
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03:17 am
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Stuff
So much stuff...
We have all kinds of things, scattered about, here and there. Things that tick, cling, squish, and sparkle. These are your things, and nobody else's. Is this efficiency? Can we willingly make it more efficient? This isn't to say that I don't think some things shouldn't be held privately.
Oh the complexities of human interaction. Given 5000 people and 60 sharing situations, computing falls apart and can't give us an optimal solution for making everyone happy in the situations.
People thrive best when there's noone to blame but themselves. People are good at shifting blame.
People normally fix their own problems they create.
Glorious technology...
If it weren't for such glorious technology our crazy governmental practices would likely have already imploded on themselves. I'm all for the technology winning out.
I want a tiny house in a great location, with a big bed, a jacuzzi, and some books. I want a club owned diner. I want a separate club for entertainment.
I want to see the world torn apart, and reassembled optimally in a currently incomputable utopia.
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11:26 pm
[Link] | sksskksssss
beating beating beating
forward black forward black forward black
the alloy ting
nothing melts... beating beating beating
just keep beating beating beating
the pulse keeps going
beating beating beating
and even if there is a purpose
beating beating beating
this rhythm will not stick
buy futures in senseless explosions
just make sure to keep the beat
kill off humanity
like an unwanted mosquito
it's just automatic
it wasn't humanity to begin with
soft flesh over soft flesh
what it wasn't can't come through
blood rusts
wires circulate
can't speak
can't see
can't feel
rip your brain out
beating beating beating
forward black forward black forward black
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12:41 am
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What is good?
Maybe the more philosophically inclined man will say that God is the only way to good.
I am God blind, are you? Can you perceive God?
If you can't perceive God, do you have a way to goodness?
Can you act upon something you cannot perceive?
Are you mad enough to believe in goodness?
Tao
Can you perceive Tao?
I feel tao.
I am an unrealistic person.
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12:35 am
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PSA Game "Business Suit Execs" still lost in the 20th century.
When the Master governs, the people
are hardly aware that he exists.
Next best is a leader who is loved.
Next, one who is feared.
The worst is one who is despised.
If you don't trust the people,
you make them untrustworthy.
The Master doesn't talk, he acts.
When his work is done,
the people say, "Amazing:
we did it, all by ourselves!"
Tao Te Ching - 17
Laozi (approx 400 BC)
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10:56 pm
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la la la
Somehow we kept the 40 hour work week while we got rid of the housewives. Somewhere between the mexicans and the abyss, the machines elevated our persons. They speak of foreign countries taking over production. They missed the elevation of man. So much waste. We create this and that, we produce so much, and we're so damn inefficient. If the productive people of today united together and coordinated an effort to establish themselves as the providers of all, giving almost endlessly to the retrogade - would the fucktards keep breaking things? It's as though if I really looked at it, there are *my* people - and then there are those operating on some other system I can't comprehend as something to swallow. Some evil operation executes its plan to combat some other evil. Can I not fire them all? To fire them all is to throw your vote away. Sensibility is to fringe the fringyness.
meta meta meta meta meta meta meta meta meta meta meta meta
pacman eats your soul
I for one, worship the new god.
2012, the meme of the kooks. Why not mix Hollywood with the fried illuminati?
the wave follows the ocean of beats that hit like pangs of IT
the screams the sounds the noise the beat
let me into this parapalegic mind of sound
boom boom do boom boom boom do boom boom do boom boom boom
right indeed INDEED
smile tonight
-_____^
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01:52 am
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games
a little pointless moment in time.
I plan, I move, I dodge, I fight.
Take the system, break it down, then roast marshmallows on it.
nothing lost or gained
a pointless little moment in time
when nothing matters, the pointless is the only meaning that makes sense.
It's the only thing that's ever made sense.
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12:11 am
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Unifty
Oh what piece of advise to take whole, act as yourself. The world doesn't want to hear what you have to say, no they hate your words. They hate your words and your thoughts and your mind. They don't like the way you think, the thoughts are alien. Tied down to un-reality, they want you to shut up. Sacred, everything is sacred. A big golden shit the world is suckling on. Suck on the shit, lick it up, and bathe in it because if you don't they'll do their best to silence you.
Words to live by.
Kill the golden cow. Laugh in the face of your children. Then be positive.
Peace, love, and lubrication.
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09:41 pm
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high high high
Jesus gets me high when I drive my car. All I need to do is think Jesus, and I'm high. I'm high as a kite, on nothing but Jesus. You can think of Jesus, and you'll be high. Jesus is a good drug. Maybe Jesus can't get you drunk, but if you've been thinking of Jesus, and you haven't gotten high, you aren't doing it right. Jesus gets everyone high. Get high on Jesus. I love getting high. It's like nothing really matters anymore because I'm high and I can fly. Accept Jesus. Get high. Have you tried sex on Jesus? You haven't had sex until you've had sex high on Jesus.
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03:17 am
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Temper Tantrum
How I admire you short tempered - always able to look through the world with a squinty eyed rage that provides some kind of moral light. Moral light. I love the relative light of it all, such a grey line. In the blurry waves, there are shades of dark and light. I've been angry in the murk, and I've been angry in what can only be described as crystal clear. It seems anger, for me, is a function of my relation to a given situation. It's not that I don't care about other people's situations, but that I can at least have an outside distance of several emotional miles. I am such a just person that I can take being wrong in anger to simple acceptance of failure, but not many people think this way. Some people can be unabashedly psychotically wrong, and I expect that these people are in the majority...
Machine of war, oh, machine of war, what is your function? Vanquish my enemies, bring forth swift justice and right.
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11:21 pm
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Same Same But Different 2
She kissed me, and somewhere caught up in that moment, I conjured the experience of perfect beauty. With this discovery, the world around me was altered such that the appearances of many women once prized were unappealing.
I assert that tobacco, coffee, gin, oysters, sugar, sex, and steak are all quite good, and that those opposed to these have a poor conception of the world. Of course, you may well beg to differ.
Science tells us that darkness is simply the absence of light. The darkness is nothing, yet without it, the light would be nothing. You could attempt to extract this to some kind of waveform, but a wave could not exist without a particle. A particle could not move without a wave, is this not observed from light? Without movement, a particle cannot be observed. An infinitely long wave would not be a wave, yet long and short are merely relative perspectives. By perceiving an infinitely short wave, all waves would seise to exist. What is the upper threshold of amplitude of a wave? Without time, both a wave and movement could not exist. Past creates present and seises to exist. The past always results in the present, creating the perception future. How much is the past like the light, the present like a shadow, and the future the darkness?
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03:19 pm
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Same Same but different
The ideal way of being, the essence, this chord which can be sung from high can not be the ideal way. Its given name is forever not the given name. Without name it is forever true. That which can be named, pours forth all things.
An enigma reveals itself to those without want, while those with desire get lost as though staring at shadows on cave walls; all from the same dark void.
Void in, void out; open your mind.
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