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#51
Literate Chaotic / waking #xyz
February 16, 2005, 03:58:59 AM
rooting through my box here for a resume, i found soem old poems from when i could still write at the pub:

Quote from: unnamed poem one
i dreamed a dream
i was a wake
and then i was
upon the merry
rolling hills of hell
crashing upon some distant tide
a folded sky from stars
shone down and you
your naked eyes
transfixed upon oblivion

Quote from: unnamed poem two
oh these waking times
this terrible burden of
connected moments
held linear by a tether.
for dreams are what is true,
in those lucid times
events unconnected
with no memory
of purpose or name,
nor of self or being.
take me back then
to that fall
that bliss
which is tasted from
within the depths
of sweet abyss and
warm nothing.
#52
Or Kill Me / betrayal?
February 12, 2005, 09:59:13 PM
cheryl
trollaxe
malaul
who else? c'mon roger, let's talk about betrayal here you worthless fuck.

will you give these ppl the apologies they deserve? or is it just oo late fo royu so you must disrupt the rest of our's after work leisure activity?

who teh fuck are you talking about when you say we all suck, and yet manage to suck up to pretty much everyone while yer at it.

do you think making a thread offerign to fellatiate guido and huigh and bella is gonna make them like ya? do you have so little respect for them that you think you can buy their thoughts and minds and opinions of you  with a love-in thread while you insult them and the rest of us in a dozen other places?

your words ahe no currency. it's liek listening to a politican. so whatever get the fuck over it. you wanna share your pain roger? i'm sure there are ppl here who will listen, but not if you wanna try and hurt em while your at it.

and if we are all so damned stupid, why are you wasting your time here? why not go soemwhere else, start over. you've bragged about how easy it is for you to do so, so why not do it again.
#53
Literate Chaotic / magick
December 25, 2004, 04:50:51 AM
don't you dare change for me
change for yourself
change for money
change for goddess
who am i beside these things?
#54
Literate Chaotic / own personal celebrity
December 25, 2004, 04:36:29 AM
wtf s the deal
with the life recorder?
promised immortality in teh telvision sets of your children?
pictures lost to rust
fuck your immortality drive
let me die obscure
unkown and uncared for.
doesn't everyone?
#55
Literate Chaotic / nine kinds of idiot
December 22, 2004, 08:11:14 AM
Quoteevery word i write is as serious as the sun rising upon the mountains streaming forth awareness, being and self soaking into the discombopulated depths with clarity so profound that it is teh w0rd. and teh w0rd is pwn. and so shall it go forth, and forward, and sometimes to the left and right, and once in a while backwards, with some variations thereof for spice, as spice is the variety of life, and life is the metaphor that breathes deeply upon teh carcinogens speeding forward from it's mother's loins to it's Mother's bosom, beneath the bodhi tree, growing in the garden, upon teh mountain which is soaking in the sun.

(reprint)
#56
Literate Chaotic / ode to poo
December 21, 2004, 08:20:03 PM
oh poo
you are poop
lol
poop is cool.
#57
found this in my notepad thing deal at angus's. qutiefunny, all things considered.

Quotenvariably there is no such thing as a thing; indeed, it's all largely the universe snoring while we play in it's dreams.
the discordian solution to any socio-economic-political problem is, of course, to exacerbate and drive it to such extremes that the rest of scoiety has no choice but to finally confront the demon they have created.

the only downside to this is that one day 'mehums' will stop caring totally and will let eris carry the world to hell in her happy little handbasket.

do your part by opposing the discordian menace today!
#58
Or Kill Me / agree?
December 03, 2004, 09:34:44 AM
...or forgive us goddess, i blame the hippies.




man i totally forgot what i was going to write for this...
#59
Or Kill Me / bokonon was right
December 02, 2004, 08:45:52 AM
yeah i'm feelign angsty, self depricatory.

i found good woman i'd like to call my own, but i think she;s scareder than i am at the prospect of it.

it is a hateful thing that truth and beauty can hurt so badly.

do nto eb so foolish as i. live your life by the foma if you wish any chance at happiness.
#60
Or Kill Me / the tenthousandfold mirror
November 26, 2004, 10:25:22 AM
everything is everything.

the devil is in the details.
#61
Or Kill Me / The Flu of Emperor Norton I
November 25, 2004, 02:14:22 AM
AS Keeper of the sacred pipes and Emperor of Canada and protector of Cuba, i hereby declare the ...

well i was lookign for discordian dates, btu that doesnt'; work so fuck it,

the Flu of Emperor Joshua Norton I beign christmas eve, or the St. Cuckaracha Day before, and ends with teh Emperor's wake on the 9th of january.

the 2 week and a bit  ofcelebrations with soemthign liek teh following for specific celerbations

24th december The travesty of the birth - traditional seasonal meal, as always with enough leftover to feed a starving african nation for several years.
25th december The Sodomy of Christ - open gifts you told yoru freinds/parents/brothers/sisters/etc you wanted in advance as they do the same. drink and be merry,a nd sing horribel songs, with made up lyrics.
december 26th boxing day, go forth and purchase foryoruself the thigns you asked for and didn't get. merriment recomended.

31 december - The eve of the eternal apocalypse. eat drink and be merry with freinds and lovers, for tomorrow the world ends.
1 january- the end of the world day - ouch. water recomended.

8th january - the Emperor Dies, or The Feast of Horab Fibslager(it's my birthday), or The Day of kings(both elvis and bowie sahre this as theri birthday as well). Drink with me oh brothers and sisters, for today we remember the passing OF our Noble Emperor, Joshua Nortan I, Smoek with me neighbors and freinds, for we mark a year since She Whose ahnds Moves What Is sen me forth from my mother's loins to blight the earth. Dance with me strangers and guests, for today we go to suffragette city upon the backs of Giant houndogs whom weep uncontrolalbly for Our Great Emperor and for the citizens of earth caugth in the rapture of my continued existence.

9th january - the wake Of Emperor Norton. Speak highly of our brother and cousin, for he so gave his mind that we may all be free from tyranny of spirit and Oppression of thought. Toast in hsi honour for tho he cannot be with us to join our merriment, surely he would want us to remember him in joyous merriment.

perhaps more on this as i remember it.
#62
Or Kill Me / you didn't forget to remember did you?
November 11, 2004, 07:46:49 PM
only the dead have seen the end of the war. - plato
#63
Or Kill Me / The Discordian Manifesto
November 03, 2004, 07:19:02 AM
the discordian manifesto

Burn before reading.
GENUINE AND AUTHENTIC


First ¬? Prev ¬? Index

Accept No Imitations

6.USE AS TOILET PAPER BEFORE READING

We of the Discordian Movement assert that there is no movement but the Discordian Movement. All other movement is in violation of copyright laws and is ordered to cease and desist immediately. We believe that despite being perfectly real, Eris is also a metaphor through which one may express the apeture of the Discordian Movement. We also Assert that her sister Aneris, also perfectly real, is also another metaphor expressing the banks through which the discordian movement flows. we also grandiosely assert that Emperor Joshua Nortan and Jesus of Nazereth, et al., despite being the offspring of deities were also human beings, through whose examples we may all aspire to be human beings. We deny verbosely that cat food is nutritious; and demand that all vegetarians not eat meat - more for the rest of us - except on thursdays, when they should henceforth be required to eat of hot dogs. We of the Discordian Movement believe that pencils are blasphemous, not to mention potentially booby trapped, and that all pencils be burned or crucified at one's earliest convenience. We assert that all humans beings, excepting cabbages, who according to the latest intelligence, may be masquerading as humans, are members of the Discordian Movement - whether they are aware of it or not is inconsequential.

We of the Discordian Movement claim solidarity with the food franchises of North America, the Corporate Machine, the International Taxpayers Federation, the Association of Polluting Industries, THEM, and unionized workers across the globe; may your deeds speed forth the critical energy quotient and hurry the day when machines rule the world. We support our brothers of the Michigan Militia, the Republican Vanguard, the Democratic Caucus for American Global Domination, All terrorist organizations and regimes, Goddess willing your actions will bring forth righteously a new era wherin children of all ethnic and religious backgrounds may play with grenades in the streets and be judged not by accident of birth but by their ability to dodge bullets. We of the Discordian Movement pledge ourselves to bring forth the messages of the Moral Majority, the Greater Apathetic majority, the Arnold Swarzcheneger For President Committee, the Give Beer a Chance Activist League, the Aneristic Liberation Front, and the Church of Kurt Cobain died for our sins.

Once upon a time, there was this guy. let's call him Jeb. Jeb's mother asked him to pick up a few things at the local convenience store. She told him, "Now Jeb, I'd like you to pickpick up some eggs, some bacon, a six pack of beer, 3 packs of smokes, two packs of gum, some rolling papers, a guatemalen fruitbat, some tomatoes, lettuce, dead cabbage, precooked chicken, processed cheese, and a package of femine hygiene products. Jeb said sure and went on down to the convenience store. Unfortunately, when he got there, there was a sign claiming there was an extreme shortage of guatemalen fruitbats. Painfully aware that he needed one to fulfill his mother's request (btw her name is Glenda), he began calling everyone he could. He phoned his girlfriend's sister, he called the national security agency, the federal and wildlife commission, the local crimestoppers, he even called in the cavalry. Alas, no one could help poor Jeb, who went home short of a guatemalen fruit bat. His mother was not impressed.

We of the Discordian Movement recognize the sanctity of Marijuana, and that it is the body of Eris, and when smoked through transjuxtaposition it becomes the breathe of and life of Emperor Joshua Norton. We assert wholly that any cannibas or cannibas product smoked without inhalation is an affront to the sensibilities of good moral people everywhere, and more to the point a waste of a good time. We demand that all law enforcement agencies immediately reimburse discordians everywhere for infringing upon our sacred sacriment.

We of the Discordian Movement Believe that all relationships are equally possible , and that all such vestiges of such relations be recognized as being a person's choice even if one fails to understand the valence of such relations. Thusly we believe that a man and a toad can live happily ever after.

We of the Discordian movement claim unabated solidarity with everyone we missed, who we might be inclined to be solid with. We also henceforth condemn nothing and condone everything. And verily are we both Ancient and Justified. We have been since the loins of the Earth gave birth to the rise of humankind, and so shall we be when anarchist nihilist hordes of grossly disfigured fried chicken mutants roam the post armageddon wastelands of our lovely Earth. We find our Justification wherever we might, as if justification were necessary, which it aint, but were it, we would be Wholly Justified. We of the Discordian Movement heretoforth declare ourselves and our intentions thusly; we shall endeavour to do what we will, will what we do, even if we don't really want to. It is our unequivocal and decidedly holy mission to go forth and do stuff - or not. We shall also endeavour henceforth to join in the search for slack and to pass along such slack freely and without prejudice. or for profit. Goddess willing our deeds will be fruitful, and bear seed which will spread throughout the cosmos verily. plant your seeds!

lick here:

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#64
Or Kill Me / this is my flesh, eat it in remembrance
November 03, 2004, 03:50:53 AM
of the great god acid and his many contemporaries.

post your psychadelic story experiences here.


ok here we go,

the five o'clock affair.

so ok soemhow or anotherme, ef(my usual co-pilot of the day) annamox's brother the wooly, and larry decide to go pick up acid together probaly because me and ef were regulars and had a knack for finding what wasn't available. knwoing the perils and tribulations of such a journey we started out early, around 4:20 we foudn oruselves downtown. waiting for what's his face to come round(the crazed creepy lookign dude who looked like he was mixing far too much k and crystal with e and acid). as it turned up he showed up promptly at soem time or another and we were well endowed with our goods, teh newly pressed "star wars" hits. soem amount of time passed and we dropped our tabs and at either 5 o clock we dropped them or started feeling the effects. in any case, we went forth, in the moxinmobile, seeking strange adventure to renumerate our piss and vinegar with. we apparently foudn this at a party that was beign held at this girl's hosue, with whom were were all mutually aquainted with. now when i say that this wasn't our usuall scene don't get me wrong, all in our own ways were pretty hardocre, yet the rave music scne of the great mind fuck was quite evil in it's free love for 20$ a tab atmosphere. and yet the great god acid ruled this night. oh lordy and with a vengeance did he. we got there as everyone was deciding when and hwere to pick up their acid for the night. now as it had happened we had been given word that mroe acid would be around at so and so a time, so we communicated this ans well as the advice that' it'sa pretty good idea togo early. tehy concurred and left us with peter rabbit, mr bungle, cindy, and the fiend. it was in fact larry's fault. or rather peter rabbit's. you see the kid's book was sitting on the table and larry started reading it. shortly after i threw ont eh mr. bungle "everyone i went to highschool is dead" the exact sort of music you want to play at an acid party, where 4 out of the7 people there for the moment were considerign the msot intense trails from every movign object, so much thjat an effect similar to that in the lightsaber battles of the star wars movies was achieved,.  it seems at this point the feind and his gf(who is unmentionable because she was witht eh feind, and therefore totally off the bus) were freakign out over lack of drugs, were smokign the remainder of their ciggarettes while chewign their fingers off, whiel cindy was quitely watching us trip out like a bunny who knows it just entered a mine field of nuclear war heads. but cindy was cool, adn when we started laughing she had the good grace to laugh at us for laughign at nothing. well there was larry reading peter rabbti for, and mr bungle blaring otu of a boombox that had just been blaring out triphop happy house junglecore for two, and the feind walkign in from teh balcony every few minutes to ask if they'd coem abck yet or had phoned or anything to indicate that "his" drugs were ont eh way. so i guess there were thigns to laugh at. but maybe notto the extent of the raucus mirth we enabled. boisterous chuckles laying waste to teh diminshed capacities of those around us,as well as ourselves. i recall cindy asking "what the fuck are you guys laughing at, and us eeach pointing in seperate directions, then paoitng again in the same directions but other people poitning int hem, and then laughign more. i felt kidna bad for cindy. later on the party returned, and after smokign their marijuana, we departed for the abandond campground.

now as it turns out, the abandoned campgroudn is a campground abandoned soemtime before we got there(possibyl int eh 70's) smack dab inthe middle of soem subrubs. and with a bright orange october moon and mist all over the ground, combined with soem heavy acid, and we had our selves soem friday the 13th action. and as i recall, ti was friday the 13th. so anyway were walking along,  throught bush, with aonyl a coupel feet visibility all coloured orange, where ef and i had n't been to before, whiel wooly and alrry are telling us about the place. i forget teh details, but needless to say, there was some right fucked up and bad magumbo up in that shizanat/  not only were ducks honkigne verywhere, the palce did look stright out of fridaythe 13th. i was waiting for a madman with an ax to jump out the bushes at any moment. in any case we smoked soem doobs, laughed alto and shto the shit in that post peak acid deamnour that reads liek you are casually discussing the waether after surving an earthquake a tornado a hruuciane and a nuclear attack all rolle dinto one.

after that i forget, but i thinmk we went home.
#65
Or Kill Me / pissign on superman's grave
October 12, 2004, 09:41:17 AM
can't say i have much an opinion one way or the other. one more example of celbrity/wealthy etc.ness, but i can't say i blamed the guy, none the less go re-read maddox's artilcle on it, or pwot's recent news skim on everyone's favourite jet set idler come parapalegic come crusading self servign philantropist, christopher reeves.

because not everyone resepcts the dead liek the librarian said.
#66
Or Kill Me / the kirk principle
September 23, 2004, 12:15:01 PM
is written very well in this openeing coupleof paragraphs of soem kind of article or something:

QuoteI forget which Star Trek movie it was (never was a Treky geek), but o¬?ne of the Star Trek movies included a story by Captain Kirk that has interesting implications for our so called modern networks.


Kirk's fellow midshipmen, or midspacemen, whatever, were curious how he passed the battle simulation exercise that was impossible to beat. He eventually admits to reprogramming the battle routine, thus defeating the virtual enemy.

The moral of this story is never assume people are going to play by your rules. There has been tremendous progress with layered security for our networks. Complete managed solutions are in place to enforce security policies and monitor computers and wire. All that nifty security works if everyone plays by your rules. Don't get too comfortable and ignore the insider threat. He could really care less about your rules.

a lesson from Captain Kirk

Captain Kirk, can you save me?
Captain Kirk, I wanna have yo' baby.

- master p, ghetto d, captain kirk
#67
Or Kill Me / pc game review: rise of nations
September 11, 2004, 09:40:31 PM
lemme start off by sayng i abhor the rts genre. i bought rise fo nations because i tried the patriots demo, and lieked it. i should've stopepd right there however, as patriots is aexpack that requires teh full game and homie don't play that.  regardless, this game gets 10 stars because of that one time i spent the afternoon nukign the crap out of midieval japan.


if you liek rts, you'll probaly liek this game.

fro me, the goodness of rts died when i defeated several top ranked korean starcraft players at their national sport.
#68
Or Kill Me / pc game review : hitman contracts
September 11, 2004, 09:36:57 PM
this game gets one star because it doesn't belong on pc it belongs on xbox.  sure it looks pretty, (i coudl turn on all the settings on, adn it still ran at the saem fps) but it's got clunky controls adn turnign up the mouse sensitivty didn't increase the aiming movement that was clearly designed for soemone with a console controller.

from teh receptacle to the movemnt, this game was clearly made for nubs who think halo is a good game. whcih it probaly is if you own a an xbox and have never played an fps before.
#69
Or Kill Me / pc game review: joint oeprations
September 11, 2004, 09:32:43 PM
ok it says ont eh box" i amy neverplay bf:1942 again!" and promises epic action. sure ok, if i ever get to the fucking lz! this gaem is black hawk down with bigger maps and more player skins, sposedly all mp however the co-op maps are too easy with mroe than 3 people, and too hard by yourself. and what's worse is get killed and you have to start at the beginnign and haul ass to catch up before your buddies  kill teh rest of the d00dz and capture teh base.

mp team dm is even worse as the spawn point has to be reselected by soem strange means and selecting a spawn point other than the main base gives you a 30second timer.

there are vehicles in this game but because you can drive through trees and fly in water, adn not to mention they're really only there to transport players around the map, i'm not gonna mention those.

there is long grass on all the maps that's ok for cover if you want to crawl your way to the objective, but you can't see two feet in front of you, so is susely for sniping through(in fact don't even bother going proen at all). which makes sniping all that much more a pain in the ass when playing mp  tdm.

i give this game 2 stars because it didn't need patches and ran as if i had a sick ping on a server with overa 100 players palying. unfortunately i didn't get to enjoy that much as everytime i was killed i had to grab another helicopter and make the 3 minute  commute back to the action whiel lookign for comrades to pick up who didn't want to get picked up.
#70
Or Kill Me / pc gaem review: far cry
September 11, 2004, 09:20:48 PM
let me start off by saying that far cry comes on 5 discs, and is not the first gmame i've had that justified 5 discs(in otehr words none so far have and niether dooes far cry), or maybe it does who can say? far cry takes place on a lush archepeligo, with jungles and all that stuff. if you've played bf:vietnam, it's got more fo those rollign hillscapes. the difference being you can see over 1.2 km away unaided, and a bti further with binocs or sniper rifle. and all of that quite nicely at pretty decent graphics levels.

so on with the review

story: it has a story, unfortunately the main characters look my my former cowker and her boyfreind bobbi and lance, and so havin gto play as lance when bobbi showed up i was like "tell lance to give me my money bobbi!" and ranting and ravign at the screen until i headshotted her.  this of course ended the game and i had to reload several tiem sbefore i realized bobbi doesn't get paid till wednesday adn lance owes me the bloddy money anyway, and talkign to teh character you'er playin gas is jsut crazy.
mad scientist on a tropical island a girly cia agent and an ex spec ops come tour guide gets teh story one ofut of five stars. i saw this movie last year.

graphics: well what can i say? what's not to like about pickign off guys so far away that once they realize they're getting shot in the face one by oen it sitll takes them ten minutes to get to you. lots of trees and bushes to hide in, and motion trackign binocs to make it easy to find guys to kill far away from you. however because of apparently poor coding that caused the game to get severely choppy whenever a helicopter came into the area of my character, it gets two stars

ai: yeah it has ai, enemy mercs use bushes for cover and the stupid mutants throw themselves into giant pits of lava in an effort to reach you, or relentlessly pummel teh tree they're stuck on with high yeaild rockets.
because the mutants and mercs fight tho, i give it 3 stars isntead of two.

map design: all teh maps are completely non linear, even tho they poke you in certain directions. i spent a whole island simply walking on top of a mountain and hiding from helicopters with their choppy screen weapon.
3 stars because otu door terain can be easily auto genrated, adn the inside maps were nothign special

i think there might've been more to this review, but i forget, nonetheless far cry is  a game worth checking out, it's fun to play but unfortunately got shipped with a glarign bug. overall score: a bunch of stars.
#71
the greatest touch a man may know is the caress of a woman who loves him.

the greatest fragrance one may smell is the fragrance of a bloomed rose.

the greatest flavour a man may taste is that of pure water.

the greatest sight a man may see is the sunset across an ocean.

the greatest sound a man may hear is the sound of ten thousand leaves rustling in the breeze.

the greatest knowledge a man may possess is the depth of his own ignorance.


thus spake horab fibslager, the brown sage.

the pilgrim asked: is isn't it true most sages wear brown?
horab: yeah i've heard that.
the pilgrim: then why call yourself the brown sage?
horab: idunno, because i liek the colour i guess.
the pilgrim: so you titled yourself after your favourite colour?
horab: no my favourite colour is green.
the pilgrim then became cconfused and angry in his confusion.
and the brown sage did smacketh him in the arm, but not hard enough to injure.
the pilgrim: ouch! what the fuck was that for asshole?
horab: i dunno, seemed liek a good idea tthe time.
and thus the pilgrim did shake his head in bewilderment.


men struggled and women bent, and so did the peoples of the earth ebb and flow, in love and violence.



companion:

the five experiences
1: some may argue it is the carressing of a woman. others may argue it is nought of women at all, but perhaps of silk undergarments or some other contrivance. i disagree. sexuality is sexuality, but as far as i can see, there seems to be some mimickry involved, on both or all parties' behalf. nto that i care anyway.

2:it may be easy to disagree this one out of prejudicial preference. oen may have a favoruite flower or rose, or amy prefer the smell of food or the woods ro the city as it were. regardless i entice you to pick a rose bloomed and take a good whiff. chances are you'll thank me for it(unless of coruse you're allergic to that sort of thing, in which cse pity be upon you and your house).

3: once when i was mad i meditated stonedly and with the empty mind upon a glass of water. i then deciding to drawing the water i meditated upon it further as i painted upon the canvas of my notebook. in tasting the water a thought arose out of the void to describe the taste of the water. what is the taste of water? what does it taste like.
when attempting to answer the question of the greatest flavour, i could not decide, my midn skittering from pizza to sweets to sours to salt to beer, but i could not comprehend it until i recalled the happenstance of the paragraph above.

4:i debated between this and dawn and the naked woman, tho i reckoned the thought of a naked woman is often more beautiful than the sight of it, notwithstanding. the reason i chose this over dawn is because as i understand it, if you look at teh right angle at the right moment or somesuch watching a sunset of the ocean a flash of brilliant green will be seen. oh yeah you have to be on a western coast as well.

5: the sound of wind is wonderful don't you think?

6: had been reflecting on this as i had been lookign at funny intelligence tests this evening. i've always found inteligence to be a curious thing, perhaps in part because of my own prodigcal chidlhood, or perhaps because of tom hanks' portrayal of forest gump in teh movie of the same name. irregardless, if i recall correctly from my researches on the matters,  ignorance is an improtant aspect or thing or soemthing in a great many eastern schools.

a confused pilgramage
it seemed liek a good idea at the time.

of men and women
whiel it's soemthing i've considered before, perhaps not so gender specifically, the books i've been reading lately(the wheel of time), suggests that it is the masculine nature to struggle with reality, and the feminine nature to embrace it. unlike say gender related behaviour being one gender not necessarily lacking or there being a total absence of aspects of teh other gender, (ie a man can learn to sew or dance liek a woman, can enjoy things that might be generally associated as feminine, and vice versa, woman can learn to paly football or become a mechanic, or enjoy thign sthat would be generally considered masculine), women cannot know nor understand the struggle of men, as men cannot know or understand the surrender of women. unto the same and different, and eprtainign to that famous among occultists and magickians, "when the male becomes female and the female becomes male, may ye enter the kingdom of heaven", however in a possibly more catalystic manner.



thus spake I.
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#72
Literate Chaotic / more poetry that sucks
August 31, 2004, 08:33:16 AM
i couldn't find the poetry thread. /me shrugs

this oen is called: having a shitty memory sucks.

soemtimes i think i am crazy
sometimes i think i am mad
occasionaly i think myself sane
but that's the only delusion i have.




i kinda liked the rhythm of is all./
#73
Or Kill Me / the trick
August 25, 2004, 12:12:17 PM
the trick, as it were, is not losing your mind. that's easy.

the trick is to lose your mind, without losing yourself.


know the robot, and you will know the caress of ten thousand thorns wrapped in silk.
#74
Or Kill Me / the fundamental flaw
August 20, 2004, 08:57:15 AM
"Wherever sympathetic magic occurs in its pure unadulterated form, it is assumed that in nature one event follows another necessarily and invariably without the intervention of any spiritual or personal agency.
       Thus its fundamental conception is identical with that of modern science; underlying the whole system is a faith, implicit but real and firm, in the order and uniformity of nature.  The magician does not doubt that the same causes will always produce the same effects, that the performance of the proper ceremony accompanied by the appropriate spell, will inevitably be attended by the desired results, unless, indeed, his incantations should chance to be thwarted and foiled by the more potent charms of another sorcerer.  He supplicates no higher power: he sues the favour of no fickle and wayward being: he abases himself before no awful deity.  Yet his power, great as he believes it to be, is by no means arbitrary and unlimited.  He can wield it only so long as he strictly conforms to the rules of his art, or to what may be called the laws of nature as conceived by {IX} him.  To neglect these rules, to break these laws in the smallest particular is to incur failure, and may even expose the unskilful practitioner himself to the utmost peril.  If he claims a sovereignty over nature, it is a constitutional sovereignty rigorously limited in its scope and exercised in exact conformity with ancient usage.  Thus the analogy between the magical and the scientific conceptions of the world is close.  In both of them the succession of events is perfectly regular and certain, being determined by immutable laws, the operation of which can be foreseen and calculated precisely; the elements of caprice, of chance, and of accident are banished from the course of nature.  Both of them open up a seemingly boundless vista of possibilities to him who knows the causes of things and can touch the secret springs that set in motion the vast and intricate mechanism of the world.  Hence the strong attraction which magic and science alike have exercised on the human mind; hence the powerful stimulus that both have given to the pursuit of knowledge.  They lure the weary enquirer, the footsore seeker, on through the wilderness of disappointment in the present by their endless promises of the future: they take him up to he top of an exceeding high mountain and shew him, beyond the dark clouds and rolling mists at his feet, a vision of the celestial city, far off, it may be, but radiant with unearthly splendour, bathed in the light of dreams."

     Dr. J. G. FRAZER, "The Golden Bough"."



this liek all other 'magic' forgets than reality is dynamically fluid. similar circumstances are miles apart from each other.


magic is dead. there is no houdini anywhere.
#75
Or Kill Me / 0: epilogue 5
August 16, 2004, 10:24:54 AM
um.
#76
Or Kill Me / +: epilogue 4
August 16, 2004, 10:23:44 AM
there is no enemy any where



(or)

the five fortunes



over the years i've eaten my fair share of chinese food(who hasn't), and i've collected 4(i may have lost one, or i haven;t found it yet). they are as follows:

everything is not yet lost

you may attend a party where strange customs prevail.

the results of your plans will be satisfactory.

you are the master of every situation.


the fifth being lost or not yet found.

they beg the questions, if not everythign is yet lost, what so far is? when will i attend this party, and will they have my brand of beer? which plans? does being the master of every situation responsible for my god complex, as seemignly uncanny events uinfoldign in my favour wontonly as if spun otu by crazed mad tumbling dice? adn what is the fifth fortune? did i lose it to the dreaded washign machine, or did it fall otu of my pocket? or is it out there or waiting to be created to wait to be reaad by mysef and added to the collection of fortunes? and what will happen when that happens? will nazis start pouring out of fissures from hell conveniently leaving jsut the right type of ammo for the gun in my hand when i remove themselves from themselves?
#77
Or Kill Me / z: epilogue 3
August 08, 2004, 09:28:08 AM
*the greater travesty*

no else really gives a shit either.
#78
Or Kill Me / y: epilogue 2
August 08, 2004, 09:26:04 AM
~the lesser travesty~

someone said indifference is far worse than hate.

i could care less.
#79
Or Kill Me / x: epilogue 1
August 08, 2004, 08:35:31 AM
all apologies

i apologize for the previous 23 chapters which were all crap.

thusly ends
discordia mediocrica
~or~
dude! stop bogin the d00bie man!
#80
Or Kill Me / w: data analysis
August 02, 2004, 01:11:35 AM
honesty and truth are not the same thing.
#81
Or Kill Me / v: people are assholes
August 02, 2004, 01:03:35 AM
If there's one thing you can say
About Mankind
There's nothing kind about man
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork
But it always comes roaring back again

-misery is the river of the world, tom waits

i bashed his head in with a louisville slugger
-str8t off tha muthafuckin streetz of compton, ez e


you, me, the guy over there, chances are we aren't assholes all the time, but inevitably, we will all be assholes some of the time.

man i fucking hate when people are assholes. makes me wanna kick their ass or something.
#82
Or Kill Me / u: just get yourself high
July 31, 2004, 12:29:44 AM
i've coem to udnerstand work is like a drug. a mad crazy head drug. it's liek takign lsd and gettign paid for it.
#83
Or Kill Me / t: are you infinite?
July 30, 2004, 01:02:00 AM
f you can just get your mind together
Uh-then come on across to me
We,Äôll hold hands and then we,Äôll watch the sunrise
From the bottom of the sea
But first, are you experienced?
Uh-have you ever been experienced-uh?
Well, I have
(well) I know, I know, you,Äôll probably scream and cry
That your little world won,Äôt let you go
But who in your measly little world, (-uh)
Are you tryin,Äô to prove to that you,Äôre
Made out of gold and-uh, can,Äôt be sold
So-uh, are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced? (-uh)
Well, I have
Uh, let me prove it to you, yeah
Trumpets and violins I can-uh, hear in the distance
I think they,Äôre callin,Äô our name
Maybe now you can,Äôt hear them,
But you will, ha-ha, if you just
Take hold of my hand
Ohhh, but are you experienced?
Have you ever been experienced?
Not necessarily stoned, but beautiful

-are you experienced? jimi hendrix

are those people?
-logan runjack, a midsummer night, 1999

it's been five odd years or so ago, since hte great mindfuck of 1999. 5 years ago since i set otu with freinds on a joruney of the psychadelic, the strange, the abbherent, the fanciful and among other thigns, of the soul.
our sacrement was lsd, our god the moon. we went forth bearing gifts fucking midns and disturbign an awful lot of shit. our trips meandered and our circles tangled.it was inevitable, that we woudl spin out of anything called sanity. indeed it seemed as every step coudl spell utter doomination. all in all we did blow our minds - seven thosuand ways to a sunday as it were. we glimpsed the truth of the prettiest one, bare and unforgiving, stared straight into the madnesss and.. and... well we sobered up, soem of us didn't amke it out, tho alive, but of coruse we had been warned there were worse thigns than death, adn the piper who pays the price alughign may be mad, btu still has a better credit rating.
it all makes me wonder tho, what the heck has happeened since then? i eman things have happened, a great many thignsa happen ever moment, tho i think after a few moments of perhaps only self concieved greatness resultign in total ifininiteness it's msotly been to oen degree or another a particularly sublime mediocrity. as if ntohing will ever ahppen, and yet the whole fabric of reality may decide to tear itself up and transform itself into a million nazi ninjas sworn to destroy the world and the woman i love, leaving only one man to stop them, me. as forthe other four of the five unkown men, i have lsot track fo most of them, scattered across the ends of the earth as if shaken in a dicing cup adn tumbled across the playing board of the world of men. the reverberatiosn of that year can still eb felt, thosuands of miles from twhere they may hav ebgan, or as it were continued, a small by synergetically dynamic harmony in the song of ten tohusand monkeys singing karaoke, a song lost in teh din of 87 trillion carbon units screaming blood and ashes. blood and bloody ashes indeed.
#84
Or Kill Me / s: finity
July 27, 2004, 02:26:14 AM
1>0


that which begins ends. which is mreo important, the means or their ends? and why is the road tp doom built on good intentions? come on out of your roman empire, you and your army, you and your cronies.

if everythign about the world's economy were the same, except currency was spread out equally among it's orginating nation's citizens, would that currency have the same value? voodoo economics and non-linear curvatures.

is a circle finite?are there circles in nature? does a piece of paper reflect nature, or does nature reflect the piece of paper?


only questions are truth. answers are unimportant.

0=/=1
#85
Or Kill Me / r: ewige blumenkraft!
July 26, 2004, 07:05:30 PM
pr is bullshit.


image is nothing. obey your thirst.
-drink sprite or die ad campaign, circa 1998
#86
Or Kill Me / q: longevity
July 25, 2004, 08:55:29 AM
i heard on the new they were testing a possible anti aging drug, which prompted the idea for this topic.

as good as long life is concerned, im down with living younger longer if i can, but there are soem problems with it.

overpopulation - an aging population with the area birthrates is goign to mean people taking up space at an increasing rate, many of whom would be 'unproductive' so to say. todays society jsut isn;t good conditions for this sorta thing, with many elderly ending up destitue and/or homelss.

longer generations - each generation of people creates new mutations, adapting better to their environment. as people live longer they may reproduce less often, and thus farther apart chronologically, decreasing adapatablility to environment etc.

i reckon there's mroe to it than this, but these were the ones that flew off the top of my head.
#87
Or Kill Me / p: febreeze and duct tape
July 24, 2004, 10:39:17 PM
redmage agrees, there is no problem for which febreze and/or duct tape is not the solution.
#88
Or Kill Me / o: reality
July 24, 2004, 08:54:22 AM
etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. effects may vary.
#89
Or Kill Me / n: aligator control
July 23, 2004, 09:59:25 PM
i'm in control here. if you don't believe me, check out my profile. it's been liek that since teh dawn of time. if you weren't aware of this prior to this announcement, do not worry, relax, chillify yourself, and return to your homes. freinds reruns will take your mind off of anythign remotely uncomfortable.
#90
Or Kill Me / m: greyface has got you by the balls
July 23, 2004, 09:55:02 PM
i coudl write a longrant on this, pointing out the obvious at every turn, but, let us both agree that no one wants an elongated rant on the obvious and say simply that greyface has got you(us) all by the balls.

i wonder how my 401ks are doing.
#91
Or Kill Me / l: ??
July 22, 2004, 08:20:30 AM
the fivefold path

juggle chaos confusion and discord while tightrope walking between bureacracy and aftermath.


    change
    laughter
    argument
    slack
    survival
    being[/list:u]
#92
Or Kill Me / k: detachable mind
July 22, 2004, 04:43:52 AM
I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my mind was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.


This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my mind for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my mind lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable mind.
#93
Or Kill Me / j: all along the watchtower
July 22, 2004, 03:32:16 AM
seek ye unto confusion, for within its heart lay what the fuck is really going on.


the meaning of this is hidden.
#94
Or Kill Me / i: zealous indifference
July 22, 2004, 03:15:43 AM
1; and the boondoggled sage went upon them waning verily at them and moing over to them, sending them thusly:
2; carrot cake twinkies are better than sex while on heroin and ecstacy drinking an ice cold one and watching star trek 2 wrath of khan.
3; and pissing sorely for his verneal misfortune and hopping tenuously upon the mantle he lamenting sorely bore upon them zealously
4; ph34r teh carrot cake twinkie!
5;and in veriation did they fall back upon themselves, folded polyognically and untothemselves woefully.
6; adn they went forth and went to the store and pucrchased of the carrot cake twinkie, thinkign the boondoggled sage mad
7:and they did taketh of the carrot cake twinkies to their dwellings think  of them good value.
8:and the went forth to their kitchen and their livign rooms;
9: and unpackaging the box fo carrot cake twinkies;
10: and unhpackaging hte invidually wrapped crrat cake twinkies from amongst themselves.
11: and did they sampel the carrot cake twinkies;
12: and the did wax joyously in blissful sweet carrotty twinkieie goodness
13: and the carrot cake twinkeis did cry out in utter pain and horror;
14 and fear, for they had gone mad for ht ecarrot cake twinkies,
15:and the carrot cake twinkies had gone mad with fear of them;
16: and the carrot cake twinkies did lash otu upon them, raping from them the hunger of their bellies, and tearing from them the lust of their mouths;
17: and the carrot cake twinkies did smote them, setting us up the bomb.
#95
Or Kill Me / g: ghetto messiah
July 20, 2004, 09:39:11 PM
i am jesus and am hear to save your miserable souls by breaking the world. so if you're with me, grab your glock or yo tek 9 and start savign some mofockin souls biotche!
#96
Or Kill Me / h: plaigirism
July 20, 2004, 09:34:43 AM
The Heresies of Grand Imam Horab, Chapter H

A simple fact that most Discordians don't want to think about is this:  We need the Greyfaces far, far more than they need us.  In simple terms, we simply could not survive without them...if every greyface on Earth disappeared tomorrow, we would all be dead 3 days after the canned food ran out.  Most of us would be dead long before that; abcessed teeth, strep throat, and other simple ailments would carry us off in droves long before the last supermarket shelf had been stripped.

Thus, we are, in essence, parasites.  We are the guinea worm in the guts of society, prone to suddenly erupt from the flesh of the body politic much like the movie Alien (though much smaller)(1).  We feed from the greyface, and offe nothing they care for, or need, in return.  The argument that we function as a "safety valve" is sheer nonsense, as anyone NEEDING that valve isn't a greyface...that person is a discordian.  So, perhaps a better analogy is that we are digger wasps (2)...we harvest our replacements from the greys.  In addition, we provide no more of a "spark of genius" than is normal.  The smartest man that ever lived, Sir Isaac Newton, was as grey as English cooking.

Ye Gods, can this be true?  Is it possible that we really aren't daring rebels at all, but rather an insidious parasite that not only feeds from its host, but mocks it while we do so?  This is a horrible thought...but far more hideous truths await...

We are mutants.  That's right, mutants.  Gazing back on history, Discordians were killed or exiled from most civilizations (Athens being a prime example, or England)...and those civilizations did just fine.  Discordians tend to be a fatal flaw in agrarian civilizations come harvest time.  So, how DID we survive?  The sad truth is that we didn't...but as the Discordian mindset seems to be a common mutation, or maybe just a recessive condition, we reappeared and flourished only after the greyface society became secure enough to handle the genetic load (3) we represent...much as it is able to handle persons with Down's Syndrome or short-sightedness.  I postulate that this began just after the last bubonic plague pandemic, just before the enlightenment.

Mutants, indeed.  Our mutation is a curse, the mutation of not being able to just get along...the mutation of independent thinking.  Now, there is some advantage in this, if you look at it in a certain light...we are the lemmings that are just bright enough to see the cliff, and to cry warnings to those around us...however, since the jumped up primates around us will not, can not, listen, all we are really doing is upsetting people and causing a fuss.  

We have convinced ourselves that we are wise to their game...more fools we...without pausing to consider that the greyfaces have been playing this game for 10,000+ years.  We play our silly word games, and pull our silly pranks, and convince ourselves that WE really see what's going on...when the sad truth is that our cozy little society has simply become a microcosm of the grey society at large/i]...albiet a slightly more FUN one.  We are absolutely convinced that we have hoodwinked society in some manner, while the real truth is staring us in the face.

What is this truth?  Simple; you can't beat the system.  It is utterly and totally impossible...One hundred centuries of greyness isn't going to be toppled by dressing up funny and freaking the merehumes(tm)...or anything else, for that matter.  It will stay just the way it is, until it blows itself up...or simply drowns in its own shit, like fruit flies in a jar.  

I can hear what you're thinking:  "FUCK YOU, REV!  That's not ME!  I'm DIFFERENT!"  Hehe...sure you are.  You're "different" all right...just like everybody else.  We reject society while benefitting from it.  We pretend that we have "found" ourselves, and that somehow WE lie in green pastures, when the truth is, we are on the same clanking conveyor belt...the one that goes to the spinning blades.

You won't listen, of course.  You'll play "good news, bad news" and "word association", and dress in your outre fashions, and jake the living bejeebers out of the greyfaces, never even notice the hammer coming down on your skull, just like it does to everybody else.

Way to go, Monkeyboy.

Or kill me.



NOTES:

1.  Guinea worms are real.  Look 'em up...if you have a strong stomache.  More on these later.

2.  Digger wasps?  Is God a PSYCHO?  Jesus fucking Christ, those things are NOT proof of a benevolent diety.

3.  Genetic load is when undesirable/fatal traits are not allowed to kill their host, and are thus passed on to further generations.

4.  Blatant plaigirism is fun and easy.
#97
Or Kill Me / g: essential materials
July 19, 2004, 08:48:23 AM
febreeze
duct tape
towel
bic lighter
aviators
beer
food
dope
coke

i forget the rest...
#98
Or Kill Me / f: fucking aliens
July 19, 2004, 03:14:42 AM
well  iv'e decided to start my own alien sex cult. i will gain devoted followers by offerign free trips to my remote ranch where i will explain the message of interspecies lvoe the aliens have sent me. i will then invite the the hottest new cultists to special sessions with the aliens, whoa re keen to reporduce mong humanity, creating a new super hybrid of superinteligent bio-calculators, with which to dominte the universe through the rapid collapse of massive polynomials. to learn more about how you too can have a chance to have sex with the aliens and help the enlargment of our kromulent diharmonic map trinomials co-axised through the jugular hyperbolear sectorss, send all you assets to us!
#99
Or Kill Me / e: let's lynch the landlord!
July 18, 2004, 06:44:30 PM
my landlord sux. he showed up late this morning(11 am as opposed to 8am) and began drilling numbers into our doors. why we need numbers when the spereate fridges, decent plumbing, etc presented as part of the package i hav eno idea, but then teh guy's a huge moron, who has to be constantly reminded that not only do i work fulltime, but where i work an dwhat hours i work and yes the microwave you bought 3 weeks ago is still working. what makes it worse is when someone breaks one of th erules, he makes it a point to talk to everyone else like they were the one breaking th erules, he almsot earned hiumself a punch in the face yesterday when getting uppity about the lawn(in the two months i've lived here, the lawn has been mowed twice, onc eby huim, once by the fellow upstairs, whuich begs the question, how often do lawns really need to be mowed?)

all in all, i've decided i need to find a new place before i start lynching nazi landlords.
#100
Or Kill Me / d: 56k blows
July 18, 2004, 09:46:04 AM
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