My nine eyes

[Aufenthatt]

The Hallmark

Issue one - Principia Discordia

Look at the Bible.
Just for a second look at its words.
Centuries of different understandings of old and new have caused war, suffering and Mormonism.
How many different sects of Christianity are there?
This is just one of many religions, think how many divisions we have globally.

Just for one second, look at it from this perspective.

Imagine that "Thou" was a man.
Its not a command to humanity, its a letter to one human being, and its not you.
Ever try to work out an in-joke when you have few of the facts, no real clues?
Its borderline impossible, even more impossible is working out an in-joke which is two in-jokes the most modern being two thousand years old.
You think you understand the bible? Don't be daft.
How could you?
You'd have to be a moron to say you get it.

But that doesn't mean its worthless.
It can make you think. Ignore all the stupid people that raise it up as literal indisputable fact.
Did the people who wrote it take it seriously? Who gives a fuck.
Look at its ideas and consider them.
Try different perspectives, its in your interest.

I once met a poet called Carrol Ann Duffy.
Fat woman, boring monotone voice.
She wrote a poem called Salome,

Salome

I'd done it before
(and doubtless I'll do it again,
sooner or later)
woke up with a head on the pillow beside me -whose? -
what did it matter?
Good- looking, of course, dark hair, rather matted;
the reddish beard several shades lighter;
with very deep lines around the eyes,
from pain, I'd guess, maybe laughter;
and a beautiful crimson mouth that obviously knew
how to flatter...
which I kissed...
Colder than pewter.
Strange. What was his name? Peter?


Simon? Andrew? John? J knew I'd feel better
for tea, dry toast, no butter,
so rang for the maid.
And, indeed, her innocent clatter
of cups and plates,
her clearing of clutter,
her regional patter,
were just what needed -
hungover and wrecked as I was from a night on the batter.


Never again!
I needed to clean up my act,
get fitter,
cut out the booze and the fags and the sex.
Yes. And as for the latter,
it was time to turf out the blighter,
the beater or biter,
who'd come like a lamb to the slaughter
to Salome's bed.


In tile mirror, I saw my eyes glitter.
I flung back the sticky red sheets,
and there, like I said -and ain't life a bitch -
was his head on a platter.



I intensely disliked this woman, my experience of feminists was arrogant self serving bitches that rally behind feminism as an excuse for being bigots.
I made my interpretation as another female proclaiming her superiority.

And then she told me, that poem is about Thacherism.
Eye opener.
Not my real eyes, my eyes of perspective.
So far I've found that if you look through nine totally different perspectives, you can find a solution that suits you, and benefits you indirectly. Finding solutions that most people like is a damn good way to help yourself later.

See, I can see where Carrol is coming from, like her I come from one of the mining comunities Thatcher ripped apart. But I hadn't considered it that way.


Some people say that there is no such thing as a selfless act.
They say that really, our every action is for ourselves.
We give to charity because it makes us feel good.
We help the vulnerable to avoid guilt.

Those people are wrong. You want to know what the truly selfless act is?
Its simple, you don't even have to think about it, sometimes you don't even move.
Ladies and Gentlemen the truly selfless act is... Falling over.

When you accidentally fall over, you aren't looking out for yourself, you don't do it because you'd feel guilty if you didn't. You do it because it happens.
A wise man once said "There are no rules in life, there is only what is"
Its still an act, falling over wouldn't happen if you weren't there, but it doesn't mean its your fault.
Don't be embarrassed by falling over, don't pretend that you could change it.
Just stick your hands out and hope you land on something soft.

But not dog poo.

Don't bother too much about your birthday.

Time appears to move forward.
So the grayfaces tried to order it.
Set measurements of time, seconds, minuets.
You think, "Oh, this makes sense, shit, my time is ticking away"
Nature has no clocks, its shit at getting to appointments on time.

Seconds and minuets are abstract from reality. How many times has algebra taken the trash out for you? And yet people let it govern there lives and spend it cheaply.
Don't.
Next time you see one of your friends go to a coffee shop and let the day die while you talk.
Watch the cabages run around trying to afford the Iphone or the shoes or whatever piece of masproduced identity they think is the experience they must have.
Something has to be fucking important to get some of my time.
That's why my mobile mysteriously dies every weekend.

Time is not set in neat seconds, it flows.
Put your marker points in things that really happen, not imagenary seconds.
I know exactly how long it is from the start of my favorite song till the guitar starts strumming.
How many seconds? I have no idea.

The big things are not your problem, the little ones are.
Society? Can't get rid of it. Crazy frog? Killed him with a brick.
Its not your fault unless you did it and you meant to do it.
Deal with now.

Look at Jesus, he said some pretty awesome things.
It all got corrupted.
History as a series of unintended events.
Don't worry about it, just try to keep things leaning the way you want them to be.

Or kill me

Hatt ~the love Communist 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Wow

That was really fucking good.

[P3nT4gR4m]

Way to fucking go noobster!

I thought it was all over the place but you brought it all together at the end. Like a acid trip or a mystery tour but made out of words

[Rumckle]

Very nice indeed

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

i usually tl;dr

glad i didn't this time

[Aufenthatt]

 

[bds]

 

That was really nice, dude.