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https://youtu.be/4mmlKLmF99A

Art in space, featuring Space Invader, a solid gold canopic jar of the first black would-be astronaut, a bonsai tree, and Andy Warhol's dick on the moon.

So you get the introduction of the idea of "exotic, foreign drugs used by degenerate brown people".  This carried over in the Americas, as you can see with the Jazz/Weed panic, and the Asian Opium dens.

Reminds me of the Orientalist period of 1800s French art; buncha well-off white people get settled down in their fancy new cities now that la revolucion (all handfuls of them) has calmed down, realize that there's shiny stuff and exotic people in the desert next door, go touristing about the place, and come home with food, stories of exotic drug use, and the occasional plentiful amount of precious tiling and other masonry that was "totally just lying around unappreciated by the locals."

Now the Nude is in vogue again (Manet had soiled it by painting a woman with some actual character and agency, how dare he), the brown courtesans are getting portraits with their torsos twisted into taffy, and some artists even paint the common folk in that "they're just like us" sort of way. Surprisingly, they actually do that more effectively to the brown people than to their own citizens; painting suddenly shifting away from nobility a century prior meant a lot of derpy seafood server girl pieces and the like got made...flattering.

I dunno man. I literally listened to my extremely hippie godmother talk to my garden variety hippie mother today about how puking your empty stomach out on ayahuasca will "expel all the bad thoughts and experiences out of you, getting rid of all those blockages"

I love the idea of having the freedom to shove whatever fermented foodstuff down your gullet that you choose, but methinks I'll be happy to not expand my mind regardless of what suits may or may not be denying me that sweet trippy plant.

That is what puking on Ayahuasca is traditionally said to do.  And it matches my experience. 

I've no experiences in this realm of life, but the fact that puking while drunk on booze can also bring about euphoria tells me that, at least in some respects, the substance isn't necessarily important. Of course, there's also the vivid hallucination bit of ayahuasca to contend with, iirc, but with that in mind...it still don't sound amazing in my white-ass virgin eyes.

To go back on topic; even if there are forces demonizing drugs, people will still find ways to get them one way or another.

On another note, I've been meaning to post this somewhere here since it got uploaded. Tis neat. https://youtu.be/Bjl2FlmQpqk

I dunno man. I literally listened to my extremely hippie godmother talk to my garden variety hippie mother today about how puking your empty stomach out on ayahuasca will "expel all the bad thoughts and experiences out of you, getting rid of all those blockages"

I love the idea of having the freedom to shove whatever fermented foodstuff down your gullet that you choose, but methinks I'll be happy to not expand my mind regardless of what suits may or may not be denying me that sweet trippy plant.

Shit, I do PD Paradise and Bye Bye Discordian Pie, and I get remembered for Mairzy Doats.

I'm so alone.   

You forget I'm still a pretty fresh newspag, Dok; haven't been around long enough to view them thar ye olde threades.

Good taste, you old bastard.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=i4YutyVP7ig

There's a third verse to the song but It was late and I ran out of Creative Juice.

The fact that I didn't recognize it from the word "milkshake" alone shows how tired I am from getting 5 hours of sleep this morning.

My milkshake hit a proud boy in the head
It was concrete, and it cracked his Dome
Damn right, it cracked his Dome.
Nobody sorry that he wound up dead. X2

He was a skinhead
And nobody sorry
No political platform for
The fascist scum
Think they want some
So here it comes

La la, la la, la
Mix one up
La la, la la, la
Proud boys are bleeding
La la, la la, la
Mix one up
La la, la la, la
Proud boys are bleeding

My milkshake hit a proud boy in the head
It was concrete, and it cracked his Dome
Damn right, it cracked his Dome.
Nobody sorry that he wound up dead X2

I can see you're angry
Well I can show thee
Milkshakes that kill proud boys
They're not store bought
Just don't get caught
Mask up if you're smart

La la, la la, la
Mix one up
La la, la la, la
Proud boys are bleeding
La la, la la, la
Mix one up
La la, la la, la
Proud boys are bleeding

My milkshake hit a proud boy in the head
It was concrete, and it cracked his Dome
Damn right, it cracked his Dome.
Nobody sorry that he wound up dead X2

Damnit, I can tell when Dok parodies Mairzy Doats, but you put this shit in front of me and suddenly I can't figure out the tune.

Good song though, me like.

Milkshakes are evil now, according to pundits, and people being pelted with milkshakes.

https://youtu.be/mIjsdrLtXyM

Honestly, now I'm thirsty for a milkshake...hey bartender, make yourself useful. Extra soy, hold the concrete! 

How long before they pelt themselves with quick dry concrete milkshakes and blame it on the other side? I swear the victimization strategy is such an overused cliché and it always works.

Edit: also regarding the video in itself... its pretty good, but it would be 1000x times better if they would drop the "conservatives are dumb and idiotic" rhetoric... sure its gratifying if you agree, and it is my sentiment, but its divisive, if anyone from the other bandcamp listens to it, its gonna turn it off immediately and call it propaganda. Zero effort to gain converts and just preaching to the choir.

My biggest issue with that vid in particular is how Cenk tries to use the moral high ground as the reason the far left maybe shouldn't prod the Nazis too hard. Like, no, you already gave a good reason; this shit is illegal, often immoral, and the right always claps back like the idiots they are...but when we're talking about soaking white supremacists with lattes, who cares about being the better person?

As for TYT themselves; yeah, their slant is blatant and they know it, but preaching to the choir ain't the worst thing in the world when a lot of the unconverted are leaving vomit and flaming turds in every comment section. Not the best route to go down, but it's the one they're committed to, and they've made it work.

Milkshakes are evil now, according to pundits, and people being pelted with milkshakes.

https://youtu.be/mIjsdrLtXyM

Honestly, now I'm thirsty for a milkshake...hey bartender, make yourself useful. Extra soy, hold the concrete! 

https://youtu.be/-qgreAUpPwM

Math as a fuckin etch a sketch

Courtesy of a friend of a friend, via a friend.

So, how are things? (you, yes you reading this)

I can't complain, but I want to.

I'm writing a parable, amassing hundreds of pictures for a collage, one of my favorite mobile games just got its last major update sans some bug fixes and tweaks down the road, I have a psych eval scheduled Wednesday for the sake of starting transition, and I'm heading to a local pride event in a couple weeks with my adorably-proud-and-loving mother.

I'm also being reminded of my immediate family's stagnating problems more often than I'd like, have a rough month ahead of me in the form of a fast-paced writing class that will surely be as Bureaucratic as it's predecessors were, and, well, LDRs are always fun.

Life is good. But the fact that I don't truly know how good I have it means that sometimes life feels like shit.

And I knew this was a cynical thought, and that I was not being generous. But it's important to be awake, critical, to not regard these old timers as perfected beings, but humans in the raw. Other searchers. And it just seemed strange to me that in two years of meetings, there is so much about the Foundation which hasn't been discussed or revealed. Probably because in these meetings we focus on the Work, and not on terrestrial stuff like the organization. But still, it's a weird little blind spot all of us initiates have.

The line between Faith and Cult is an interesting one, right? In a way, it's a bit subjective; anything sounds culty if you dress it up in robes and faux-Latin hymns and talk of The Greatest Greater Good, but like you mention, it's worth remembering that all these priests and nuns, these Great Leaders of Faith are still just squishy meat monkeys, groping in the dark to try and find something interesting and meaningful to latch onto, just like the rest of us. Maybe that's just me, but I find myself noticing that blatant humanity in religious figures when listening to their speeches and sermons. You can learn, or at least surmise, a lot about a pastor's insecurities and problematic personality traits by paying attention to what parts of his holy book he puts emphasis, scorn, or humor on.

Also damn a library full of poetry, Islam, and alchemy? Nice

A creepypasta where the monster under your bed is still a terrifying eldritch horror, but also just wants to be helpful; tossing long-lost pens out from under the bed when you need them, and helping you plug in your phone charger when you inevitably fumble with it in the middle of the night.

I'd post a picture of one of my dogs, but I guess I haven't gotten a pic of him in a while. Will do so when I'm back from the Carolinas.

In the meantime, this is Thurpetua the horse.