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Mind if I give it a shot?

Fuck no - be my guest.

I shot ep1 in really crap light and my lips just kinda came out that colour in the edit. With the ch-key I have to shoot in good light or it doesn't work right, hence the song about teh bathroom - only place bright enough in my house.

And I do have a scottish accent (honest guv) I just don't tend to use it much.

Well I got my face paints today and lo and behold the chromakey seems to work. Totally different look from ep 1 but I guess that's progress for ya.

*Warning* this clip may creep you out completely so I added michelle marsh in the background. If you find yourself feeling uneasy just focus on teh blonde.

CLICKY

Maybe it becomes a GSP?

Maybe both memes are required as two sides of the same coin. Maybe you escape the BIP by using it as a GSP. Incarceration is the mother of invention - use your cell as you will.

Spiders smoking cigarettes invaded my home town
Killed everyone with a deadly mix
of passive smoke and venom

I was just a babe in arms I hid inside the teevee
I was brought up by the cast of beverly hills 90210
and some bears from a documentary on discovery channel

Shannon Doherty was my mom
and my dad was Tyson the alpha male grizzly

I'd divide my time between trips to the mall for the latest must-have fashion accessories
and practicing catching fish, in my teeth, at my favourite spot in the forest up the road.

One night the remote broke and me, my mom and dad and Lisa Simpson, who we'd met up with while late night channel hopping for food one night, got stuck in the movie The Shining and had to hide from Jack Nicholson for a while, as he chased Shelly Duvall around with a fireaxe.

Eventually I found out in CNN that the spiders had all died from emphysema and cancer and I climbed out the back of the teevee set a boy of thirteen with no knowledge of this strange new world I found myself in, other than the shows I'd visited, most of which, I later found out, weren't based on the single reality I found when I landed on my living room carpet in a shower of sparks and static.

It was a ghost town, littered with the silk-shrouded, dried out husks of it's former inhabitants. I found a supermarket. At least they were real, shame about the federation starship replicators but at least I could be pretty sure there'd be food inside. Some of the names I recognised, some of the sell by dates were still unreached. I filled a holdall I'd picked up in aisle 13, with as much food and drink and firm-hold stying gel as I could comfortably carry. I turned back on second thoughts, when I'd almost reached the exit and rifled the tills for cash, then I left. Next stop - a set of wheels then I really had to get my wardrobe in order.

It's all about the memes. We spread them cause we can. Nobody knows what these memes will or will not accomplish. There's only one way to find out.

There is something that does the thinking. My advice is examine it. By my own definition you are 'out of jail' the minute you do this although (to save LMNO pointing it out) you are only out on visit.

The thing that does the thinking is trapped in mind and often doesn't realise that he/she/it is also in control of mind or, to be more precise, is able to take control and dictate, to a greater or larger extent, the operations, calculations, decisions and ambitions of mind.

You cannot escape the prison but it's entirely up to you what kind of place it is. It could be full of cheap hookers and expensive beer. You have to decide to decide. I did so it really doesn't matter to me if you do or not.

BIP is one of those "Wish I was there to see the look on their face" documents. Most people it will have no effect on but the odd person who is almost ready to make the leap will be enlightened by it. It was reading stuff like BIP that made the penny drop for me. I wonder if the guy who wrote "Little Book of Zen" would get the buzz I'm talking about if I could tell him "Yeah dude, satori, for me, right on page 9"

Two kinds of prison

1) people build it, capture you and put you in it

2) one you build yourself, figuratively, fake limitations you place on your own state of being

Both can be escaped from, with effort. We concentrate on no2.

A good law of fives/BIP parable:

"Guy's sitting in his world, his BIP.  Gets bored, starts drawing on the walls.  Eventually he just covers the walls in writing and drawing.  He then notices that a lot of the letter 'E' shows up in his writing, it being the most common letter of the language (but he doesn't know that).  So he starts rationalizing and philosophizing as to why this is.  He's not unclever, and generates some convincing arguments along the lines of it's shape, pleasing sound, perhaps some psychological obsession with the letter.  So over time E becomes his symbol for "unknown" and "wierd" things.  E is now synonymous with something irrationally correlated for some arbitrary reason.  Around this point the man is deranged with excitement at the very thought of E.  When the gaurds say words with E he giggles or sobs.  He writes it on his face in the mirror.  He's over the edge. 

There's this great They Might Be Giants song called E Eats Everything."

"E" is the 5th letter of the alphabet. just saying 

Goddamnit...

Swote and double swote. Good work you two.

Nothing solves anything
Solve aint coagula

we do one
then try to control the others happening

here are all the principles from life in motion
to scientific notions of speed and distance

Over Time

Tick over tock

burning a hole in the mind
and the illusions we project
and we are subject to
in this act we melt the object of reality
before our very eyes the slate is wiped
and the machinery behind revealed
and what has been concealed
becomes one more experience beheld

the Pariah bides his time
counts it out in little slices
that he analyses and examines
much to the whim of his own devices

he experiments
he realises
makes it happen
in a blink of the minds eye

he does not respect it other than with awe
and does not necessarily tread it's paths
in reverential manner as expected by established order
and so is outcast
shunned
and turned
at every door he shows his face
for fear he will endure
to upset the delicate balance
as is upheld in this sacred place

Pariah is who he is
no apologies he makes for this
for he is great as he is tiny
and evermore the state is bliss

SOOKN counter propaganda
from the very public disorder of the Holy Pariah

I was kinda singing it when I wrote it but there wasn't any more verses. Sorry 'bout that.

Sounds tickety! Could someone just remind me what the law of fives was again? I either skimmed over it while reading PD the one time I did, or my lack of short term memory erased it from my head.

[**ATTENTION**]

**ATTENTION**

All conspiracy theories are true

Especially the ones I made up

[Celebrity chainsaw juggling]

I'll repeat - Celebrity chainsaw juggling

An I'll keep repeating it until someone gives me the funding to produce it

 

I been kinda wondering, over the last couple of days, what you intend to be when you graduate. Do you have a plan?