Shit your hate or you will die

[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.

[the other anonymous]

[The Good Reverend Roger]

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

What the fuck? That's not what the hell it means.   

[Honey]

Aufenthatt is the in-between parts of the law of fives, the meaning that isn't there.

Aufenthatt is the universe.

I liked this whole story.  It echoes experience.  & Aufenthatt or Stay or Aufenthalt or Ste is the vibration of the sound of the experience.  It's sad & evocative & more all at the same time, it's where we live & made me think & feel.  Thanks & respect.

[Honey]

oh & go ask Roger.  He's an Artist of this particular genre.

[Aufenthatt]

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

What the fuck? That's not what the hell it means.  

To you.
In addition to the suicide and my night out, there was a convosation that went into this.

[BADGE OF HONOR]

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

What the fuck? That's not what the hell it means.  

To you.
In addition to the suicide and my night out, there was a convosation that went into this.

Dude, he invented the term.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

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

What the fuck? That's not what the hell it means.  

To you.
In addition to the suicide and my night out, there was a convosation that went into this.

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

"Shitting your hate" means to let go of that hate in a fashion that gives it back to the people who gave it to you in the first place, not some pacifist bullshit that we could get a fucking BUDDHIST MONK to do.

If we wanted that, we'd be fucking Buddhists, not Discordians, Subgenii, etc.  For Chrissakes.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

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

What the fuck? That's not what the hell it means.  

To you.
In addition to the suicide and my night out, there was a convosation that went into this.

Dude, he invented the term.

Actually, Ken Devries did.

[Aufenthatt]

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

What the fuck? That's not what the hell it means.  

To you.
In addition to the suicide and my night out, there was a convosation that went into this.

Dude, he invented the term.

I invented Aufenthatt, but my friends use it as a way to swear at work.
I do not doubt TGRR's authority on the subject, but I was not talking to him just before I wrote it.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

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

What the fuck? That's not what the hell it means.  

To you.
In addition to the suicide and my night out, there was a convosation that went into this.

Dude, he invented the term.

I invented Aufenthatt, but my friends use it as a way to swear at work.
I do not doubt TGRR's authority on the subject, but I was not talking to him just before I wrote it.

Okay, tell ya what.  Words and phrases don't mean anything, language is all subjective, and I concede.

Instead, I shall give you a critique on your rant:

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Or kill sjkldhbf;su.

[Aufenthatt]

Thank you, I value your input.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Thank you, I value your input.

dh dblhsbl.

[Aufenthatt]

 

Racist.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Racist.

What did you say?

Care to fucking explain yourself, asshole?