Shit your hate or you will die

[Rev Thwack]

Racist.

What did you say?

Care to fucking explain yourself, asshole?

Not really, I'm just going to storm around under a cloud of rage.

In all this time you haven't have changed a bit, but mostly just by being able to tolerate people a little more.

At least I'm consistent.

And what's this "after all this time" shit?

Fixed it for you Roger.

[Aufenthatt]

Racist.

What did you say?

Care to fucking explain yourself, asshole?

Not really, I'm just going to storm around under a cloud of rage.

In all this time you haven't changed a bit.

At least I'm consistent.

So are bureaucrats.

And what's this "after all this time" shit?

Its an indication that in the last few years despite appearing to be more tolerent actually you're just back to crushing anything that doesn't fit your schema on how things should be. I mean, 

Some people see 'shit your hate' and think that its a reminder not to take things seriously, to let it go.

Is that too hard to understand, do we need to purge discordia of any creativity?

now use that motivation

Do I have to spell out the difference between letting it out, and using it?

Your shit your hate or die is shit your hate on the people that gave you the hate in the first place or die.

Yeah, to me.  Or to anyone who thought about it for a few minutes.

Anyone who thought about it for a few minutes would be equally justified in thinking that having a shit is emptying your bowels so your insides don't explode, getting rid. In itself it doesn't suggest taking it out on the person who pissed you off.

I'm not the first person to suggest this, so maybe its the meme that's lacking.
But hell, we don't like people thinking for themselves here do we?

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Its an indication that in the last few years despite appearing to be more tolerent actually you're just back to crushing anything that doesn't fit your schema on how things should be. I mean, 

Okay, who the fuck are/were you?

An absence of an answer will be interpreted as "Daruko".

[The Good Reverend Roger]

dude, I don't care what anyone else tells you, this was tits.

I'm reasonably certain you're talking to Daruko.

Just saying.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Correction.

Near Nottingham, England.

Guess who it is, guys?  One hint:  It rhymes with Mentasticle.

[Payne]

Oh, how precious!

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Oh, how precious!

Ain't it, though?

I expect another psychotic phone call or email, shortly.

Better warn the old man.

[Kai]

Oh shit.  ]

Actually, thats not funny at all. 

[Aufenthatt]

Correction.

Near Nottingham, England.

Guess who it is, guys?  One hint:  It rhymes with Mentasticle.

Spag

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Correction.

Near Nottingham, England.

Guess who it is, guys?  One hint:  It rhymes with Mentasticle.

Oh, for fuck sake.

I guess that explains the slightly bizarre sequence of PMs the other day.

[Aufenthatt]

It would, if you had a half decent tracker.
Nottingham

Keep grasping at straws Roger.

[Reginald Ret]

Some people see 'shit your hate' and think that its a reminder not to takes things seriously, to let it go.
In many ways that's what it says, because that's how you interpret it. But I don't.

I have no idea where you are getting this from. In fact it means the exact opposite. To everyone. Ever. Name one person who thinks shit your hate means that.
The difference between 'shit your hate' and 'when you see the buddha on the road, shoot him' is that the latter urges you to not blindly follow orders and 'shit your hate' urges you to feel and express your hate, for example by yelling at buddha to get out of the way followed by kicking his filthy pacifist face in and shitting on what remains of his head.

I see shit your hate and think, lets get this fucker out. Are you angry? Yes? Good, now use that motivation and do something. Just for once do something. When I see shit your hate I also think, bullshit makes the flowers grow. Bullshit does not have to be nice or creative or anything. Bullshit is the motivation and the flowers are creativity. Bullshit is the rage or the love or the depression that drives the flowers from the ground like a hydraulic badger.

Just because 'shit your hate' and 'bulshit makes the flowers grow' both use the word shit does not mean they use the word in the same way.
If your hateshitting is making things grow you are doing it wrong. Hate is a destructive force best used against those things whose growth you want to stop.
Bullshitting is the art of giving misleading input to force the receiver to check other sources and think for themselves.

"For Ste"

Ste.

Months ago a building was finished in the center of the town, I could see it across from our playhouse where I stood then. It was an arts center, music, it had its own cinema screen, it was nice. A few weeks later a guy walked up onto the roof and stood on the edge. The mob gathered. There were hysterics, mutterings, and from the back a cry. "Jump". Some scaly female voice.
Another voice "yeah fuckin do it you pussy".
Some people shouted "no don't" some just stood. No one did anything.

I hate humanity.

He stood there for about ten minutes, and then put out his arms, stood on the edge of that slanted roof and fell.

Ste.

That light mark on the pavement where they cleaned it with bleach.

Maybe that art is nothing to do with what happened those months ago, maybe the mix of seeing the building and the sadness I was feeling just triggered it. Maybe some will see this as just a urban vision. But I don't.
What I see in that is someone shitting their hate, letting out what they saw in these painted flowers.
And they are beautiful.

It could just be me seeing meaning there that isn't. I call that Aufenthatt.
When I was in school I did German, right up intill the point I could drop languages all together.
One of those nights I remember reading through a German dictionary, fuzzy eyed, looking for a word for a homework that would not be marked. I found it, looked away, grasping for a pen. Then, without noticing I copied the word above it.
Aufenthalt, it means stay. In my semi conscious state, neither did I notice I had crossed a second T.
Aufenthatt, my really real German word. I handed in the homework, it wasn't marked. I was satisfied with my tick and threw it in the pile of other things I don't care about.   

A year later I was throwing out all that shit so I could fill the space with more shit. I picked it up, and noticed. No one ever questions Aufenthatt, they see it and think "oh, that's a German word" but its not, its mine. Aufenthatt is the in-between parts of the law of fives, the meaning that isn't there.
Aufenthatt is the universe.

It may be Aufenthatt that I see what I see in those paintings, but forever that silhouette will be Ste.

Ste did not shit his hate.
Ste may not have been able to shit his hate.
Maybe ste lived in a crap house where he wasn't loved.
Maybe ste had no future and no prospects.

@the underlined bit: I have no idea where the flowers come from or what you mean with it.
For the rest a very cool anecdote.

If Ste had shit his hate he could have done something that would have made the morons that fucked him up pay for what they had done. But he didn't. The monkeys screeched for the kill.

Shit your hate or you will die.

Fixed to be closer to the actual meaning of shit your hate.


Overall this story motivated me to express my hate more, i don't know if that is what you wanted to achieve but fuck you.

[Aufenthatt]

Bullshitting is the art of giving misleading input to force the receiver to check other sources and think for themselves.

[Aufenthatt]

Do it.
Shit it out.
Right now, on this thread.

Some people see 'shit your hate' and think that its a reminder not to takes things seriously, to let it go.
In many ways that's what it says, because that's how you interpret it. But I don't.

I see shit your hate and think, lets get this fucker out. Are you angry? Yes? Good, now use that motivation and do something. Just for once do something. When I see shit your hate I also think, bullshit makes the flowers grow. Bullshit does not have to be nice or creative or anything. Bullshit is the motivation and the flowers are creativity. Bullshit is the rage or the love or the depression that drives the flowers from the ground like a hydraulic badger.

Yesterday I was in the city watching a stand up with a few friends, we'd had to wait a while after because one of us had lost her engagement ring. We couldn't find it, there were tears, it was sad. I stood on the stairs of the place, with her crying on my shoulder, I noticed on the wall something unusual. There was some graffiti art, and it was good. I like graffiti art, its one of the many things that I never say. I don't want to be put in that box. Most of the graffiti around here is pretty crap, if I could be bothered I could paint this town like they've never known, but I don't want to, its not worth the sentence. But there, there, was something that was far better than mine. Three in a row, one snarling youth, a modern 'the scream' and a silhouette standing arms spread like an eagle on a slanted ruddy line, the sun set behind him, the darkness below.

"For Ste"

Ste.

Months ago a building was finished in the center of the town, I could see it across from our playhouse where I stood then. It was an arts center, music, it had its own cinema screen, it was nice. A few weeks later a guy walked up onto the roof and stood on the edge. The mob gathered. There were hysterics, mutterings, and from the back a cry. "Jump". Some scaly female voice.
Another voice "yeah fuckin do it you pussy".
Some people shouted "no don't" some just stood. No one did anything.

I hate humanity.

He stood there for about ten minuets, and then put out his arms, stood on the edge of that slanted roof and fell.

Ste.

That light mark on the pavement where they cleaned it with bleach.

Maybe that art is nothing to do with what happened those months ago, maybe the mix of seeing the building and the sadness I was feeling just triggered it. Maybe some will see this as just a urban vision. But I don't.
What I see in that is someone shitting their hate, letting out what they saw in these painted flowers.
And they are beautiful.

It could just be me seeing meaning there that isn't. I call that Aufenthatt.
When I was in school I did German, right up intill the point I could drop languages all together.
One of those nights I remember reading through a German dictionary, fuzzy eyed, looking for a word for a homework that would not be marked. I found it, looked away, grasping for a pen. Then, without noticing I copied the word above it.
Aufenthalt, it means stay. In my semi conscious state, neither did I notice I had crossed a second T.
Aufenthatt, my really real German word. I handed in the homework, it wasn't marked. I was satisfied with my tick and threw it in the pile of other things I don't care about.   

A year later I was throwing out all that shit so I could fill the space with more shit. I picked it up, and noticed. No one ever questions Aufenthatt, they see it and think "oh, that's a German word" but its not, its mine. Aufenthatt is the in-between parts of the law of fives, the meaning that isn't there.
Aufenthatt is the universe.

It may be Aufenthatt that I see what I see in those paintings, but forever that silhouette will be Ste.

Ste did not shit his hate.
Ste may not have been able to shit his hate.
Maybe ste lived in a crap house where he wasn't loved.
Maybe ste had no future and no prospects.

If Ste had shit his hate he could have done something that the morons who owned the building below him would have paid him for. But he didn't. The monkeys screeched for the kill.

Shit your hate or you will die.

dude, I don't care what anyone else tells you, this was tits.

I'm glad you liked it, but actually I was just trying to engineer a situation to prove a point.
True story's tho.

[East Coast Hustle]

dude, I don't care what anyone else tells you, this was tits.

I'm reasonably certain you're talking to Daruko.

Just saying.

I'm perfectly capable of enjoying creative content from someone I can't stand.

As evidence, I present the fact that I own two Murder City Devils albums and I love Robot Chicken.