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I wouldn't bother were it not for JEB's crusade to redeem Blacks with his silly wikipedia entries of exceptions to the norm. Every thesis needs its antithesis, no?
-plum
Truth is, plum, I almost didn't reply. Although your comments regarding my intentions were miles off-the-mark, they had no bearing on my reluctance. Rather, you strike me as one of the most consistently unhappy individuals to ever write on these pages. I simply have no desire to splash around in your (or anyone else's, for that matter) unhappiness.
That said, this is the internet. I am well aware of the possibility that, in your "real life", you may very well be at least a reasonably happy person; that "plum" is merely a persona you've chosen to adopt and play out because, for whatever reason(s), doing so amuses you. If that's the case, so be it.
-JEB Stuart
I don't know why you would assume that about either me or my online fruit. We never had an outwardly cheerful manner, but few assume people like this to be chronically depressed; rather that they seek deeper joys in life than may be readily observant to others.
-plum
"The meaning of our cheerfulness. The greatest recent event—that "God is dead," that the belief in the Christian God has become unbelievable—is already beginning to cast its first shadows over Europe. For the few at least, whose eyes—the suspicion in whose eyes is strong and subtle enough for this spectacle, some suns seem to have set and some ancient and profound trust has been turned into doubt; to them our old world must appear daily more like evening, more mistrustful, stranger, "older." But in the main one may say: the event itself is far too great, too distant, too remote from the multitude's capacity for comprehension even for the tidings of it to be thought of as having arrived as yet. Much less may one suppose that many people know as yet what this event really means—and how much must collapse now that this faith has been undermined because it was built upon this faith, propped up by it, grown into it; for example, the whole of our European morality. This long plenitude and sequence of breakdown, destruction, ruin, and cataclysm that is now impending—who could guess enough of it today to be compelled to play the teacher and advance proclaimer of this monstrous logic of terror, the prophet of a gloom and an eclipse of the sun whose like has probably never yet occurred on earth?
Even we born guessers of riddles who are, as it were, waiting on the mountains, posted between today and tomorrow, stretched in the contradictions between today and tomorrow, we firstlings and premature births of the coming century, to whom the shadows that must soon envelop Europe really should have appeared by now—why is it that even we look forward to the approaching gloom without any real sense of involvement and above all without any worry or fear for ourselves? Are we perhaps still too much under the impression of the initial consequences of this event—and these initial consequences, the consequences for ourselves, are quite the opposite of what one might perhaps expect: They are not at all sad and gloomy but rather like a new and scarcely describable kind of light, relief, exhiliration, encouragement, dawn.
Indeed, we philosophers and "free spirits" feel, when we hear the news that the "old god is dead," as if a new dawn shone on us; our heart overflows with gratitude, amazement, premonitions, expectation. At long last the horizon appears free to us again, even if it should not be bright; at long last our ships may venture out again, venture out to face any danger; all the daring of the lover of knowledge is permitted again; the sea, our sea, lies open again; perhaps there has never yet been such an "open sea."—
-Nietzsche, The Gay Science
"The people who speak positively...it's mostly about technology...science is doing this, medicine is doing that...the negative is usually social...the way people are behaving."
-Stephen Euin Cobb
"We're going to be barbarians in a graveyard technological wonder."
-Neal Barrett Jr
"courage is a mental skill, not an emotional one. Neurologically it means using the thinking neocortex part of your brain to override the emotional limbic impulses. In other words, you use your human intelligence, logic, and independent will to overcome the limitations you've inherited as an emotional mammal."
-Steve Pavlina, The Courage to Live Consciously
“I believed a person could consider himself a human being as long as he felt totally prepared to kill himself, to interfere in his own biography. It was this awareness that provided the will to live. I checked myself— frequently— and felt I had the strength to die, and thus remained alive.”
-Shalamov, The Life of the Engineer Kipreev
"The sky above the porch was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel."
William Gibson, Neuromancer
My happiness is trans-ideological, trans-linguistic, and even trans-nihilistic. It is the wave that hits you from miles away in the desert- that wave that makes meaningless any language or ideology that anyone tries to thow at it.
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Youth goes by so quickly. Old age creeps up on you with omipotent force. After death there is absolutely nothing. Your body and your mind hate the soothing escape of drugs, and let you know it. They love food that tastes awful, and painful exercise. Any discipline you pursue presents you with murderous competition, no matter how good you are.
Despite all this, is it even preferable that this miraculous, sadistic undercurrent to life be anything other than what it is? There was an infinitesmally small chance that you would even be born, yet somehow you beat those overwhelming odds. There is sublimity deep within the insanity and misery, making it all well worth it.
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We go deeper than plunderers. Plunderers, yes, to be on top of the food chain, but all that concentrated energy-power can also be used as a means to enriching our mental picture of the universe. We are creators, and the subject of our creation is our lives. Our lives are the stories of our fantasies. The greatest human stories are explorations, not wars. That which is discovered doesn't empower; it provides self-knowledge- the fish jumps out of the water and sees the air, and realizes that it is a "fish"
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It's not absolutely imperative that we produce a generation of stressed out power hungry lunatics to lead an even more wasteful lifestyle and an even longer trail of destruction in the wake of their lives, or that our generation suck every last drop of fresh water and clean air from the face of the earth.
Those are the corporate Gods speaking in your ear, sucking the life out of you; the very concept of the preciousness of your life.
I believe in progress, but of the qualitative kind. What we have now is a progression of superflous bodies, not intellect.
Hordes upon hordes of bodies, each new crop more narcissistic and destructive than the last; a rising tsunami wave of human destruction...
Was this supposed to be fun?
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Freelance investors who work for themselves are professionals who deserve respect. Some people think it undignified because they instinctively apply to it the morals they've been conditioned with- ones that generally aren't followed by the esoteric international elite who preach them.
The energy input of the planet can be financially quantified because it is processed and used at a relatively constant rate. This is finite power that comes from outside any one man- from the sun- far away from humanity. Who deserves to have this power, and how much? Who gets to decide this? There are no global universal laws that everyone can agree on, so on this level moral and ethical considerations become irrelevant. Does this mean it's nihilistic? Not necessarily, since it is firmly tied to the premise that the world's energy is both sacred and finite. Similar to farmers living off their own food, an anarchist shouldn't feel immoral for tapping the well of the global military-industrial complex. We are modern, transnational farmers.
Less constrained by national and economic boundaries, anarcho-capitalism and libertarianism are much more egalitarian, assuming there's enough people who want equality and freedom, who are willing to fight for it without resorting to any narrowminded group or organization. It aspires to the belief that one should be free to determine himself what he does with his time, who he works for or with, and the nature of the state under which he lives.
That said, am I an immoral man? Yes, but not because I'm a Libertarian.
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<i>As a result of the acidosis, the person will begin to hyperventilate in an attempt to inspire more oxygen. The baroreceptors in the arteries detect the resulting hypotension, and cause the release of adrenaline and noradrenaline. These cause widespread vasoconstriction resulting in an increase in not only blood pressure but heart rate. Also, these hormones cause the vasoconstriction of the kidneys, gastrointestinal tract, and other organs to divert blood to the heart, lungs and brain.</i>
Her entire body had begun to quiver uncontrollably. Whether it was extreme shyness or fear I didn't know or care, since my drunken mind was hellbent on pushing the fantastic awkwardness over the cliff into deep unexplored realms of reality.
I unleashed my member and thrust it into the core of the negroe flesh. This provoked the first in a series of excruciating shrieks which would only grow louder and more invigorating. Before long they had penetrated my soul, igniting a jolt of passion deep in my bones that burst into a fountain of ecstacy, flooding my veins and muscle fibres until I had become the monster I had longed to be.
<i>you'll learn to beg better than that, bitch! You will beg for your life from your new master. You will beg me for each second of life!</i>
I soaked in the chaos of this dark journey while my stallion gently retreated from the hellish plain, its head bowed down in deep reflection of the unique experience, and the corpse slumped onto the bathroom floor.
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I strive after beauty
my love of beauty makes truth
and that is the only truth-
the story of my struggle
a dream about the search for a dream-
that I or others
can even reckon
there is nothing else
but the dream
that is my dream
The Dream
I sailed across a crystal blue lake,
still and pristine on a moonlit night
one with the water and the sky.
Then, when land was no longer in sight
encountered another dreaming sailor
He, lost for words
and surprised to find me in his dream
just drifted by
The Jungle
The neverending shrubbery
in the midst of the
fiery darkness
then
yet more darkness
and
shrubbery.
Driving drunk at 2 am
"What is truth?" said jesting Pilate
but just as he couldn't wait for an answer
I cannot wait to ponder
as I carry my car over a field
Indio, Calif.
Lying on scorched desert sand
I see an angel fly down from the sadistic sun
her hair burns crimson fire
and her eyes sparkle like lightning
my skin melts into hers
like a river flowing into the sea
She extinguishes my last burning cinders
with her saliva
Happiness
Drugs are the new religion
the greener grass
that is never found
They dim the inner light;
the adventure
that life itself
was meant to be
The industrial machine stopped
stood up
and ordered all the humans to carry it
from now on
on its journey to nowhere
The
sun rises
like a tree
It gives power
to all things
And it shines
as it rises
like
a tree
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Been looking forward to it, just as I was the first time I went there, even though then I was much poorer then and had no clear plan whatsoever. I don't mind the gays, and even the crack dealers in SF have their own brand of class. My first encounter with them was outside the main park downtown-I was wandering along with my giant backpack and about 4 of them swarmed around me and put a huge 8-ball right in my hand. They were talking so fast it was hard for me to explain that I didn't want it, but when I finally got the point across, they were like "What? Really?" and then commended me for not being a crackhead. Oh, and boy can those SF niggers rant- but it is a good thing for any democratic citizenry to be idling about on the streets talking politics or philosophy. It would be nice to finally be going back to this other home after all these years, and no doubt the niggers will be wondering what took me so long, and why I had to leave in the first place.
The thing that took me so long was really a twofold process: it was realizing that the oppressive plutocratic system had to first be beaten before I could be free from the slavery of work. So I won't be working for other people anymore; I won't be helping to build the dreams and houses of other people. I will never again submit myself to the degradation and humiliation of wage-based slavery-and in my opinion about 99% of the working population of the world today are in fact slaves; sure, some of them are rich, but they're all slaves nonetheless.
My mother's biggest mistake in raising me was attaching religious/ethical values to one's material wealth. When I was an adolescent, too young and dumb to see what her error was, I couldn't understand the source of her tyrannical attitude, and so my only refuge was by making myself the anti- of all that she was. But now I see that the root of her ignorance was nothing more than a shallow Money God.
I appreciate planet Earth for the entirety of its non-humanity. Everything that is untainted by human perception, words, or actions is beautiful. Everything else is mediocre.
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