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...the Jim Joneses.

We got warriors blowin' shit up every day in Iraq, while all we do is sit on our asses and pretend to care.  Step it up.  We got men takin' bullets for G Dub teh prez, of all people.  Even Blair at least sacrificed his career.  And all we do is build our own little bubble world, just like the politicians have built, but it is truly one universe, and all bubbles must pop, because the universe is no bubble.  Step it up.  I'm not asking us to kill ourselves for our country.  All I'm sayin' is, that if Al Quida and America alike have the courage to face death, then we should at least have the courage to jake the hell into them both.

Just sayin' but I'm doin' it too.

Don't be so vain that you forget your reflection in the mirror of the universe.

Walk ur tawk, tomahawk.

I just saw one of those birds today.  I've never seen a bird like that, with that red spot on its shoulder. 

My 2 cents:  Name a mag "Chaos".  It provides a broader palette and more intrigued audience than just a mag about some ancient Greek Goddess or whining about how we're all in prison.

Fuck that.  Name it JUGS AND ASS, and reach the unwashed masses.

Okay, I admit.  JUGS AND ASS is the correcterest motorcylcle.  Srsly.  Today the Internerd.  Tomorrow every grocery aisle in the world!

My 2 cents:  Name a mag "Chaos".  It provides a broader palette and more intrigued audience than just a mag about some ancient Greek Goddess or whining about how we're all in prison.

God = thy Worst Dark Lord Ever.  Totally sabatoges paradise and dooms the world, but He takes no pride in it, blaming all things evil on his alter-ego: Ed McMan.

DARE TO BE FREE-DRUG!

I figure that Penumbral  will live forever in us all as an essential ingredient to apocalypse.

Would Dr. Cow Ass please report to the laboratory?  Doctor, I cannot believe you've been performing experiments of this type in our lab.  What are your credentials?  Asstology?  That's it?  No wonder.  And here you are trying to perform lobotomies.  These reports show that there was a slightly major problem with that self-lobotomy you've been experimenting with.  You did the wrong end.  We're going to have to sew up your ass for several weeks, and if that really is where you're brain was located, it might take years of therapy to get you back into some semblance of working intelligible order.  Not to mention the legal complications of self-lobotomy.  We'll take it from here.  It's all we can do.

Disreality can be grim and depressing, but there are spiritual and magical highs too, imo.

Scientific Fact: A few days of sleep deprivation induces hallucinations comprable to LSD.

Speed doesn't usually cause hallucinations, but it can effect thinking patterns similar to some forms of schizophrenia.  Speed might not have been the soul cause of my myopia, but it played a part.  I endured years of psychotherapy afterward, at the wish of my family.  I don't deal with psychiatry much anymore, but dis reality is still grasping some degree of sanity and now approaching normalcy.

Kinda Taoist that.  Everything that is funhy is serious.  Funny that.  Srsly.  I am taking this seriously, but funny that.

Hear, hear, Rev.  Christ, what a joke this world is.

Me too.  After High School becomes all possibility.  So long as you do not blow your school up you could move on to become an astronaut, a messiah, or just dead.

There is no wake but dreams.

That's what I hate about chaos.  The cursed damnation of it all when the world inverts.  Only happened to me a couple of times when I was dabbling in methamphetamines, but it left a lifelong scar.  Literally.  You can't see it anymore because I got a black sun heart tattoo over it, but I tried to impale myself.  A wooden stake through the heart.  I coulda just jumped off a building or bought a gun, but I was in a zone where I wanted to go out and for some reason I wanted people to know why, and believe me.  I guess I coulda just wrote a note, but I was so psychotic at the time that could barely control myself.  Of course it would have only made a ripple effect of sorrow and chaos had I succeeded, and did anyway, but now that I'm back to some semblance of sanity with a quasi-illusive dash of life and love, I can repair some of the grief I instilled in those around me.  It was as vampiric as it gets without actually turning into a bat.  Nothing mattered and there was no love in me.  No reflection.  Empty, hollow heart.  Ghost in a body.  But, best not to dwell in Tartarus too long, unless it gets funnier than this (funny that it always does around here).  Chaos magic really can be bad shit, though it can also effect mental healing.  Double edged blade that.  Anyways, back to getting my life in order amidst great and terrible chaos.  When Eris rolls apples, make cookies and pie.

"Pop a couple pills and get laid does not mean take two guns and kill everything you can." -Virginia Tech school counselor in response to police questioning

"Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you." -Carl Jung to Sigmund Freud

"The ego's connection to the larynx is conflated by unconscious phallic masochism of the id's tyranny, thus serving to strengthen super-egoic identification with defecation, that conscience may be born." -Sigmund Freud in response to Carl Jung

"If you're depressed, you're probably too high up in your head." -Carl Jung in response to Sigmund Freud

"I've contemplated suicide more often than my patients have." -Sigmund Freud in response to Carl Jung

"See.  Sharing is caring, kids."  -Barney the purple dinosaur escort service several hours later after relieving tensions between the two purported psychiatrists.

"Don't knock masturbation.  It's sex with someone I love."  -Woody Allen

"The psychology of a good mindfuck requires a perfect balance of love, war, sanity, insanity, and flowers hidden in a latex coated fake bomb." Trojan Man in a private conversation with Benaclypse.


Think unselfishly too, Schmuck.  If you don't factor the rest of the world into the equation of this jellyfish you call a self, your very own mindfucks will be aborted by a good Christian soldier or worse yet, an atheist with bigger cahunas and a sexier Goddess.  Your meanderings in mental masturbation and pissing while you whistle make great fun for Eriskind, but it's only making fun of you if you cum in the toilet and leave the seat up.  Eris gets pissed off too, but at least She respects the art of wondering why we inspect our feces before we flush.  Mindfuck becomes mindrape when all illusions of love are absent from the chemical imbalance, and Eris will gladly escort you into the stead of Grayface if you brag too much about wearing other peoples' body parts as necklace trinkets after having evolved enough to be able to fellatio yourself (could happen).  If go fuck yourself means don't fuck with me, then shut the fuck up means tell me your whole fucking life's story, after which you instead share with us the entire world's DNA sequence, then flush it down the toilet and still neglect to put the seat down.  Such is the sad and lonely way of mental masturbation, when what we really need is to go to a party and get laid instead.  Salivation would be at hand if the punch were spiked with bukake instead of the toilet, but no, instead we have to be drugged on the toilet water.  Some prank.  Red food dye, cigarette butts, and the game pieces from "The Game of Life" board game mixed in with the flooding mechanism does not make the toilet any less full of shit and who knows what else, but at least it's reaching out to people in a way that they can understand, if not respect.  The morale of this lecture is that a proper devil is either selfish enough to be unselfish or so selfish that they're unselfish, meaning that instead of intellectually raping the world, wear a chastity belt on those blue jeans and spit on them so that you can get back to not raping your other sexy lover.  Or, do whatever.

"I promise no sex scandal -- just look at me!" -G Dub Bush, teh prez


The opinions and views expressed by this author were entirely metaphorical and have no known basis in reality, but he meant it when he winked.  He really did have an eyelash tickling his iris, let alone his pupil.

Edit: This post was edited by the phantom plunger in year zero for inperfection