People like us don't need anyone's permission. We are not considered to be good people by the Good People, and we LIKE IT THAT WAY. We are the tesseract that won't fit in the round hole, the scofflaws and the back seat drivers of society itself. We're not Leather Face from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but we DO drink with him on Saturday Night™. We are the whining bearing, the smoking drive train, the oil dripping out of the world's tailpipe.
What people like us forget, sometimes, is that THEY are afraid of US, simply because they honestly can't believe we don't share their values, and when we demonstrate that we don't, They get restless. Uneasy. They look at us and see Bin Ladin or Karl Marx or that asshole on the MBTA that stares at you and smiles for no reason at all. Their inner primate gibbers in fear, and that makes them angry.
So be it. Their anger is my medicine. I season my ham sammich with their tears of panic or rage or whatever the hell it is they think they're feeling, while they shit on some homeless guy on their way to church or quote Dawkins like he was Replacement Jesus™.
Here's the kicker: We don't need THEM, but they need US. They understand this on some level, and it drives them even crazier. Consider it a public service...This mudball needs a little more apeshittery, because "normal" hasn't exactly done a stellar job, has it? Humans need to lose their shit more often, and that's where WE come in. With a rubber chicken or a baseball bat with a nail through it. One or the other, whatever gets the JOB DONE, because that's how we manage shit DOWNTOWN.
And it doesn't matter if They are communists or free market heroes, Atheists or Calvinists, or any other collection of jackasses wearing colostomy bags on their heads. We do not share their politics. The only ideals we have are Saturday Night™ and FUCK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE and CRAPPING ON THE HEADS OF PUNY HUMANS. And, if you think about it, why would we ever need anything else?
This is OUR world, they're just unpleasant relatives that have stayed too long.
Or Kill Me.
Yes, but do we have Secular Values(tm)?
Quote from: LMNO, PhD (life continues) on February 10, 2015, 05:03:20 PM
Yes, but do we have Secular Values(tm)?
Yeah, I listed all three. But you can stop with Saturday Night™.
We dance then, see? And everyone should dance with us and like us. Forever.
They do not understand what it means to Freak the Fuck Out, or why it is of such vital importance.
WE Freak the Fuck Out, and they think we're the weird ones. But we know the truth, and the truth is that they Freak the Fuck In, which is infinitely weirder. Why would any human choose to keep all of their Fuck inside, where it goes rampant in their organs and stuffs their brains with things like
"I shouldn't get this in a bright color; it will clash."
"This is too spicy."
"Hey, gotta believe in something, right?"
"I'll just keep quiet and this will all blow over. Eventually."
No, this simply will not do. We must take all of that Fuck within us and Freak it Out, into the ridiculous whirlwind of insane bullshit that is our Universe. Where it belongs.
Quote from: Cainad (dec.) on February 10, 2015, 05:11:32 PM
They do not understand what it means to Freak the Fuck Out, or why it is of such vital importance.
WE Freak the Fuck Out, and they think we're the weird ones. But we know the truth, and the truth is that they Freak the Fuck In, which is infinitely weirder. Why would any human choose to keep all of their Fuck inside, where it goes rampant in their organs and stuffs their brains with things like
That's fucking AMAZING.
Quote"I shouldn't get this in a bright color; it will clash."
"This is too spicy."
"Hey, gotta believe in something, right?"
"I'll just keep quiet and this will all blow over. Eventually."
No, this simply will not do. We must take all of that Fuck within us and Freak it Out, into the ridiculous whirlwind of insane bullshit that is our Universe. Where it belongs.
Freaking the fuck out is good practice for freaking the fuck out, and it is also its own justification.
I've been trying out the Daoist/Qi Gong reality filter lately, and I'm really enjoying the synthesis with a lot of the Discordian ideas.
I went to a Qi Gong retreat a few weeks ago, and among all the weird and esoteric practices was one perfectly simple one: Laughing Practice, more literally translated as "Opening Heart practice"
Imagine a dozen grown-ass adults standing in a circle, and then everyone starts laughing. Like, REALLY hard belly laughing. For the first 3 seconds it's forced, then it immediately becomes the most hilarious fucking thing in the universe. Everyone was cracking up, falling over for a good 30 seconds.
That's about the simplest way of Freaking the Fuck Out I've experienced. There's just no time to be a pissant when you can be having a great time instead.
But, alas, They think that kind of thing is weird. Because they believe dumb things.
Quote from: Cainad (dec.) on February 10, 2015, 05:29:34 PM
Because they believe dumb things.
This is sort of my go-to response to humans, these days.
Oh my god, this thread is the second-best thing to happen to me today!
Quote from: Mesozoic Mister Nigel on February 10, 2015, 09:58:30 PM
Oh my god, this thread is the second-best thing to happen to me today!
I shudder to ask... :lulz:
OP has a minor typo: MTBA instead of MBTA
Also I want to make posters out of every single sentence
Quote from: Q. G. Pennyworth on February 10, 2015, 11:05:29 PM
OP has a minor typo: MTBA instead of MBTA
Also I want to make posters out of every single sentence
Fix typo, go nuts. :)
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 10, 2015, 04:59:34 PM
People like us don't need anyone's permission. We are not considered to be good people by the Good People, and we LIKE IT THAT WAY. We are the tesseract that won't fit in the round hole, the scofflaws and the back seat drivers of society itself. We're not Leather Face from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but we DO drink with him on Saturday Night™. We are the whining bearing, the smoking drive train, the oil dripping out of the world's tailpipe.
What people like us forget, sometimes, is that THEY are afraid of US, simply because they honestly can't believe we don't share their values, and when we demonstrate that we don't, They get restless. Uneasy. They look at us and see Bin Ladin or Karl Marx or that asshole on the MBTA that stares at you and smiles for no reason at all. Their inner primate gibbers in fear, and that makes them angry.
So be it. Their anger is my medicine. I season my ham sammich with their tears of panic or rage or whatever the hell it is they think they're feeling, while they shit on some homeless guy on their way to church or quote Dawkins like he was Replacement Jesus™.
Here's the kicker: We don't need THEM, but they need US. They understand this on some level, and it drives them even crazier. Consider it a public service...This mudball needs a little more apeshittery, because "normal" hasn't exactly done a stellar job, has it? Humans need to lose their shit more often, and that's where WE come in. With a rubber chicken or a baseball bat with a nail through it. One or the other, whatever gets the JOB DONE, because that's how we manage shit DOWNTOWN.
And it doesn't matter if They are communists or free market heroes, Atheists or Calvinists, or any other collection of jackasses wearing colostomy bags on their heads. We do not share their politics. The only ideals we have are Saturday Night™ and FUCK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE and CRAPPING ON THE HEADS OF PUNY HUMANS. And, if you think about it, why would we ever need anything else?
This is OUR world, they're just unpleasant relatives that have stayed too long.
Or Kill Me.
Quote from: Cainad (dec.) on February 10, 2015, 05:11:32 PM
They do not understand what it means to Freak the Fuck Out, or why it is of such vital importance.
WE Freak the Fuck Out, and they think we're the weird ones. But we know the truth, and the truth is that they Freak the Fuck In, which is infinitely weirder. Why would any human choose to keep all of their Fuck inside, where it goes rampant in their organs and stuffs their brains with things like
"I shouldn't get this in a bright color; it will clash."
"This is too spicy."
"Hey, gotta believe in something, right?"
"I'll just keep quiet and this will all blow over. Eventually."
No, this simply will not do. We must take all of that Fuck within us and Freak it Out, into the ridiculous whirlwind of insane bullshit that is our Universe. Where it belongs.
The two of you have made my day. These are fucking amazing. :)
It's 4 in the morning here's your stupid poem!! Now for fuck sake Eris let me sleep!!!
We're the sleepless, shaky scribes
whose rogue jots and
tiddles utterly riddled
the pages of the Torah.
Rogue Greeks and math geeks
shrieking DODECAHEDRON!!
at the top of their lungs
as they bid the cult goodbye.
Masters of astronomy
thinking "That can't be!"
while being tried for blasphemy
and not once recanting their counting
Orators and oracles
who with but breath, tongue and lips
into the ears of the mob slip
far too many a terrible parable
The quiet ones
in back of the bus
making no particular fuss
seeing more TRUTH
on their screen
than They ever did
mean for you to
This was YOUR faults Howl and Cainad.. ok that was the sleep dep. Sorry.
My fault. I read PD.com before trying to sleep. The Necronomicon didn't give me this much trouble. Love your work. Hope I sleep now.
PD.com will do that to you. :lulz:
:mittens:
Quote from: The Wizard Joseph on February 11, 2015, 10:16:49 AM
It's 4 in the morning here's your stupid poem!! Now for fuck sake Eris let me sleep!!!
We're the sleepless, shaky scribes
whose rogue jots and
tiddles utterly riddled
the pages of the Torah.
Rogue Greeks and math geeks
shrieking DODECAHEDRON!!
at the top of their lungs
as they bid the cult goodbye.
Masters of astronomy
thinking "That can't be!"
while being tried for blasphemy
and not once recanting their counting
Orators and oracles
who with but breath, tongue and lips
into the ears of the mob slip
far too many a terrible parable
The quiet ones
in back of the bus
making no particular fuss
seeing more TRUTH
on their screen
than They ever did
mean for you to
This was YOUR faults Howl and Cainad.. ok that was the sleep dep. Sorry.
My fault. I read PD.com before trying to sleep. The Necronomicon didn't give me this much trouble. Love your work. Hope I sleep now.
Careful not to step in the ftang.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 13, 2015, 05:13:36 AM
Quote from: The Wizard Joseph on February 11, 2015, 10:16:49 AM
It's 4 in the morning here's your stupid poem!! Now for fuck sake Eris let me sleep!!!
We're the sleepless, shaky scribes
whose rogue jots and
tiddles utterly riddled
the pages of the Torah.
Rogue Greeks and math geeks
shrieking DODECAHEDRON!!
at the top of their lungs
as they bid the cult goodbye.
Masters of astronomy
thinking "That can't be!"
while being tried for blasphemy
and not once recanting their counting
Orators and oracles
who with but breath, tongue and lips
into the ears of the mob slip
far too many a terrible parable
The quiet ones
in back of the bus
making no particular fuss
seeing more TRUTH
on their screen
than They ever did
mean for you to
This was YOUR faults Howl and Cainad.. ok that was the sleep dep. Sorry.
My fault. I read PD.com before trying to sleep. The Necronomicon didn't give me this much trouble. Love your work. Hope I sleep now.
Careful not to step in the ftang.
I might have once.. maybe more like laid down in... whatever it was. Just me and the pilfered electronic copy of the $9.95 Book of Doom I had been reading left open on the screen of my laptop. Maybe 7ish years ago now.
Was struck, as I lay there half awake, by the horrific sense of spacelessness and the sense that I really was ultimately just a brain in a jar waiting for the cracks in the glass to fatally widen one day and get blown out into an horrific and ravenous void.
Not quite a night terror, I think, in that I had full control of my body and no sensory hallucinations.
I wrestled with the concept a bit and then mentally facepalmed, reached over and powered down my laptop, and sort of grabbed the upsetting concept 'by the junk' mentally and shook out of my stupor, hard. Then went to bed happy as a clam.
But this poetry thing is new and I feel like I'm expressing some things that I've been holding back for some time.
Oh and just so you know while I was working so hard to clear my head and do sleep I kept hearing "tomorrow is the enemy" in the back of my mind.
Then I realized I was better off losing another hour or so expressing that piece than two more continuing to try winning against myself, or whatever. Slept sound not too long after posting.
No regrets, thanks for the motivational quote sir, and I'm very glad I did it.