Better Boofing, Ltd.

 

3/3/24

Single (for a reason) mother believes her and her baby deserve the best! A man more manipulable to self-sacrifice. Praying mantis vibes, not all good, however evolutionarily viable. Historically, people with domestic problems would seek clement advice from the Church - the opium dens of the masses as they come to be regarded. These days many seek secular therapy from therapists too cautious of their livelihood to be honest with anyone let alone themselves.

Better Boofing, Ltd. - psychedelic suppositories.

Drunk, dreaming of writing, playing with my pen, nothing coming out. It’s the middle of the night and I’m wide awake farting. I took a weed gummy and some magnesium to chill out. My penis is no longer an option. Give me the knife. I cut away to an ex-wife brandishing it, owning me. Going back to possessiveness and how it feels to be owned in a bad marriage. She tells me to “do as I say.” I comply like a man out of options. She feels like she owns the place, which isn’t true, technically, but we’ve already belabored that point. Arguing against a mindset is shouting at a wailing wall. Except that little twitch buffaloes like a mouse to an elephant a’reel in my mind. If my memory serves me, I own the transcripts. Meticulous documentation is a success strategy. Succeed with others, not despite others. Why am I saying this? What else is there to say? If my ego is completely a’lea, who am I? Self? Not Will. That’s some other guy I’ve heard about, but never looked into, you’re welcome.

A baker’s dozen of chocolate ecstasy butt-plugs that effectively release MDMA as if melts (and you get fucked) from B.B., Ltd. Sold to all the sex cults popping up in my region. Once you’re in there, why not? Stir it around a bit and make it nice and consistent. Consistency is another key to success, a marketable strategy. People love to see it on paper. It’s a big word most people remember and feel smart about knowing. I’m remarkably consistent, anyway, not to brag, but I’m always on time, even when I’m late. It’s a skill obtained from wearing a watch that lets people know I know. “I know, I know, sorry,” is not something I want to have to say to someone I feel sorry about for forcing me into that position. It’s not like we ever agreed that it wasn’t all a game. Oscar the bulldog wags his sorry head with his eyes closed in admonition before his teeth latch, jaws clench, and jowls drool slobber all over a fresh forearm, snapping the right radius nearly in half.

Write more, but remain concise. What a paradox! Hole me up in a box here and now! Straight to the grave with an epitaph teenagers have uncensored sex upon; a headstone that read “Fuck Niggers” She happened to be ‘black’ (with a chocolate buttplug) before the ‘happening’ when ‘black people’ became ‘people’ all of a sudden, even if many handfuls of supreme justices don’t see it that way (in the old South). I know perfectly free people that demand incarceration! The attitude of these people! GIVE THE BLACKS WAKANDA! I mean, if they could do it for Israel, and we all see how well that decision is going (eyeroll). It’s interesting to witness oppressed people oppress with all the cares of the world. “Worldly cares,” to a monk off his sausage. Practicing farts at every conceivable angle. Proud of his anal symphony, “I think I’ve got it really tight,” like a butthole to a workaholic.

“This shit’s ass.”

“No, the ass shits, the shit doesn’t ass,” to an English teacher a’boof, “Technically.”

We contain multitudes, but my nigger just lost his right arm. “Ow!” he howls!

“Well I guess ass does smell like shit since one comes from the other, and it does smell like a particular ass we know we can both identify,” the teacher finally concedes, "In fact your colloquialism conveys the message more succinctly," observing Django, disarmed.

“Bargaining for consent is an utter waste of time,” reasons an efficient rapist in a limey British accent. “If I can get them to line up in droves for something they don’t need we will have achieved total psychic control, domination, and consent by proxy,” Bill Gates, the rich freak in a illuminati mask practicing hack cockney. There is one person in the world who cannot honestly say “that’s rich,” without making another person’s lifetime earnings soar through the roof as a boardroom full of executives imagines a line on a graph ad infinitum. “Apparently philanthropy is popular and makes you look like a good guy even with 125 skeletons in 124 closets. Let’s expand the marketing budget to include an advertising campaign designed to convince the viewing public that it remains in their best interests to support our well-oiled machine of progress. And add another party-planning bureau and call it some derivative of ‘education’ as a tax write off and to underwrite political entities open to writing exceptions for our particular industry into legislation in the name of charity!”

“Hail, Spray Tan! SPF 52” Ad read. “The cult following is large enough to require mass broadcasting to reach individuals in need of purposeful messaging,” back in the boardroom, Gates not usurping himself quite yet, sips a dirty chai.

I need an answer only a doctor can prescribe and a pharmacist can fill, but the answer itself lies within one’s heart, however hypertensive. The nicotine in my blood is commanding its possession over my spirit. “We’re going to have to cut him open, aren’t we?” says not a nurse to a surgeon, but a schizophrenic to herself and her imaginary butcher boyfriend. The military training she received, little as it was, was enough to inform her mentality about the value of human life to a carpenter ant crawling over dead eyes. On the jungle floor, a skull still covered in flesh appears staring into the abyss. This represents a clean kill to a wealthy investor on a safari with the deadliest catch, Ice-T in one hand, sidearm in the other. “Stay here,” he tells the cameraman, “I want to be doing jumping jacks when I get shot,” bang! Goes the report and poor-compared-to Bill Gates Ice-T keels down. “It’s over for me. I’m out of here. Sayonara,” as he exits life stage left. The last life stage is the final frontier of longevity.

3/11/24

So I tell my doctor, “I think I’m dying and I want to live longer.”

He says, “Don’t we all?!”

I’m vomiting blood. Having a bad time. The bad doctor messes with his stethoscope and acts busily like he knows what he’s doing. Everybody’s scared and feels sorry for me and that’s the way I like it.

“No drive, no desire, no pain, no gain,” against a struggling blonde who could pass for legal if she lost her wallet. “I’m going to make you mine,” a rough whisper in her ear.

“Is that you Michael?” it dawns on her she’d been fucked by this particular rapist on more than one occasion. Her luck! He likes to go doggy-style bareback she recalls as sure enough he flips her over and proceeds with the creepy off-tempo fornication so characteristic of old Mike off his meds O’Malley. A real fart whisperer, he was always down to explore every invaginated intertriginous zone with his tongue and sure enough, before you know it, he’s kissing her asshole like on the mouth. “It’s kind of weird, but it feels good!” she thinks, kind of getting used to the idea of suddenly getting shoved into by a nut. “I mean he obviously thinks I’m pretty!” in vain.

He actually wishes he picked a slimmer target without as much experience, but it was a kind of spur of the moment thing. He knew where she’d be after school and her political stance against mass incarceration, having seen her at a protest declaring she’d go to the grave with her position unchanged.

He changed her position for her, flipping her over again, she busted.

Anyway, as we return from our autistic trance, we remind ourselves what the Founder and Father of all creation had to say through his prophets: “Allahu-Akbar.”

3/13/24

A name, an identity, a social security card, and a timestamp order the lifeform. “Looks like this one will grow a weiner, shall we cut if off now or wait until it’s ‘her decision’?” doc using his fingers for air-quotes, “it will be less painful now, and she’ll resent you either way for introducing her to this blasted place we call Earth 2049.”

The sin of Mike O’Malley was not omission, “for although it wouldn’t all fit, he left nothing out,” like a Zen koan. “There’s only so much space in that attic upstairs to put stuff and you don’t give a shit, you fuck and throw things everywhere, I’m over this,” to the target of bipolarity.

“Let me live the way I want. I don’t miss us.”

“So why are you still here?”

“I’m very sick. I’m too weak, scared, tired, and intimidated to go back where I’m from and leave a good impression with those I assume have high expectations of who they think I am, so I am what we believe. I am the sum of my ‘Be Here Now’ slant shifting parallelepiped with sharp corners 2D thinking."  There’s a problem that wouldn’t be a problem if it were addressed promptly. The longer it goes duration-wise, the worse the hell to pay.

Some people drink a culture of beer. It’s what puts life into dead stuff. Wheat, barley, rye, malt, hops all have had a life of their own. And it’s not what they were, it’s what they can become that ties the room together. The mind reflects the environment like a nice book collection.

Addiction is simplified recreation – love removed. Smoke weed, stay inside, and fill in the blank.

Will I get the fear?

Apply logic to abortion, addiction, and pornography/prostitution.

Addiction: sex, gambling, overeating, codependency, drugs, alcohol, etc. Any subject an Anonymous group that meets at churches biweekly discuss. All the indulgent acts performed in isolation.

“I’m so in the moment I forget whose party I’m at! I drop out. I become so small I blink into inverse eternity.” Observing the celestial from the subatomic, being both. What keeps us temporal is undisciplined behavior. Unevolved consciousness – monkey brain. Control your goats! Grazing past confines, paltry. One kills what one cannot otherwise contain. An overflowing chalice of Christ’s blood – too pure for this world? Abounding in compassion.

“Does anyone know how one would go about capturing a person and forcing them to work for you these days?” The loophole! Some call it a snare, but it’s all legalese over Johnny’s head in the court so drunk he can’t wait to be sentenced so he can finally go home for the next 5-10 depending on what happens. He hasn’t been able to stay anywhere for more than a month lately (threadbare welcome) so the consistency seems nice by contrast.

The first guard grabbed his ass. The second one kissed his mouth. Third exposed a length of foreskinless phallus and put it in his mouth with guard Gloria on gonads. “Ong-ong-ong,” was about the sound she’d make with her stuffed larynx. “Two hours to cumshot so make yourselves very comfortable around the house and don’t forget to get creative!” goes the porn director.

Pornography means “the study of a poor man’s head,” which I know is wrong because I have little money. What I want is unattainable to obtain or unobtainable to attain or something.

Part of me fears I’ll miss loafing if I pursued success (and I really like just laying around!)

If I write more, will I loaf less? Yes. Will I miss loafing? Probably not, but it’s hard to say. It’s pretty good eating some drugs, getting fucked up, screwing around. I make the international sign of contagious tiredness. YAWN!

3/16/24

I’m not fulfilling my quotas. Yes, I know the blacks already have a place they call home called “Africa” so Wakanda is pretty redundant really, even if it is even today increasingly overrun by “civilizing forces” formerly known as colonists straight to Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. “The horror!” And this is the sort of story that drives me to drink large drafts. I’d rather not contribute to consumer culture, but man I don’t know where to escape but inwardly! And if I could convince a wealthy industrialist to consume 36 buds a day by example the world would be wiser and I could get off my gas station medicine. So in a way I’m doing what needs to be done and in another I’m derelict of duty. I get the impression however that it’s impossible to please both sides. Some people hate to see you succeed. And success brings its own care and concerns. I don’t really care one way or another. I think we ought to love one another regardless. And not like Mike or Bill. Something tells me they’re both off their rocker, but even then I’d rather kiss mad Mike than “where’s Melinda?” Gates.

Is thinking out loud the same as thinking in silence? “All I know is what I have words for.” went Wittgenstein. Third eye inward, throat chakra muted, 110% sleep I follow my dreams in overdrive. For me: a formee: she assumed the fat-ass form of my darkest ideals. Part of her alters to accommodate increasing turgidity suspended like a fishing lure on a liquid plane.

“We’ve done enough damage,” mused the witch, stick in her crotch, stirring, “but we could always do more.”

“Until the day I die, I’ll spill my heart for you,” Storyof the Year screamo emphasizes her conjuration. An image in her mind, one quite reprehensible, “Spill away,” she quoted, mirroring an illustration in a leather-bound book white cutting quietly, but not silently into a lamb’s heart, easily obtained in Shepherd’s County. She relies on “Mohammad the Blasphemer,” his D&D moniker. He even delivers the goods and throws a bone in the old bag, “his sort of thing,” when he thinks about old broads in the third person while perusing the county’s heritage seed vault with a stave in his ass. “Down donkey!” he commands the braying beast wearing a saddle and a tiara he’s selling on eBay. Outside, an owl gives a series of hoots unheard before taking of t’wards Myra’s with a fresh pellet she’d unpack in order to perform divination. “Fuck, her breath stinks,” he expressed facially before flipping her on her hands and knees. She knew it, and expressed her satisfaction with a low moan, “only real arseholes don’t acknowledge my stench,” she considered many moons ago, “they ur afraid of the truth.” She pulls a cock’s head (rubber chicken) towards her knowing ass and let out a loud snort. “The treatment” always does something to her and this time it even felt a bit pleasant.

One lamb is enough meat for one big fat guy. I imagine the maw of a great beast and a burning intensified by acid. I imagine death’s door arrayed with teeth individually pulled and organized by category up and down the ivory exterior. A BladeSaw® brand circular saw spins to life for death. It severs the spine before any feeling amounting to agony. The French used to practice this technique on the bourgeois in public to perfect it. They’d even put a tourniquet around their necks to help them breathe less. That way they’d want to die! They’d be asking for it like, “please just kill me,” you could read in their bulging eyes as their faces got red with pressure before the head popped off. “Boo-gee...boo-gee,” Myra back to reciting from her brown book while visualizing torture. An encyclopedia of world history is as good as any spellbook to an experienced witch. “There’s even some good images,” she thinks in a way back to emaciated corpses on their backs everything about them agape, “in a ditch,” to an Entelechy™ resonance sphere that harnesses her energies. She utilizes it to commune with powerful entities on the fringes of the unknown universe bent on unholy retribution, “burning blood in native soil. As above, so below.” They laugh now, but soon they’ll be howling.

“How are you, Nancy?” the Spirit wryly queries Pelosi experiencing metempsychosis on drugs on the floor of a trailer park in Elizabeth, CO. Realizing her worst nightmare. Middle America. Two kids. A third she can feel kicking. Second husband passed out on a used couch. High-gravity tallboys strewn. Immediately her congressional training kicks in and she starts searching the cabinets up and down for rat poison. “I’ll kill the motherfucker while he sleeps,” to “Goodbye Earl,” with warped acoustics. Nobody knows how to serve one’s country like an experienced bureaucrat. She knew intrinsically like a lawmaker how to abuse the children so they’d enter state protective custody and she wouldn’t serve serious time. She could abort the third with the art of tong-tea which defies state sanctions. “Soon I’ll be on my way to Wash…” she glanced at a mirror and lost hope. “Ugly! Ugly!” Could it get any worse? It could. Her water broke.

3/20/24

Online chatrooms: the silent shouting match.

From reading some Kant, my bastardized version of a philosophical argument (utilizing Platonism):

Moral impetus fourfold, if:

1) The world is all there is, it behooves humanity and moreso the morose individual to improve upon it. "Make the world a better place," is an apt platitude. Simple! Smile! YOLO! In the moment...

2) If Heaven exists (ideal forms), what is the purpose of this world at all? Discounting mere purgatory and Earth as Heaven's waiting-room (duality) we've stumbled upon realms one considers higher or lower. "Proving ground" comes to mind even if one only judges oneself without a greater intercessor. Moral basis of existence.

3) If Hell exists and there are only lower realms of existence, "Abandon all hope, ye who enter," for this life is only a comedy of errors. One is born in blood, decays, and dies. Epicureanism at best (to Sisyphus) or absurdism to Camus. Moral retreat into atheism or...

4) Nihilism - nothing exists - all is a dream, illusion, maya, or otherwise devoid of intrinsic meaning/value (beyond this message ineffably understood). Entertainment is the highest ideal. It follows that the most entertaining would be the most highly praised/prized, which leads back to the Lord of hosts, Jesus Christ, lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the World. Happy are we to be born in His image (the highest illusion!)

Is a truck 500 horses more complex than one mere horsepowered horse? 500 times more logical and unnatural! Humanity is stuck in an absurd time when efficiency is a high ideal. A slavish mindset.

"So what you're saying is kill all the Slavs?" to an alien hallucination, purpose of an Area 51 visit.

"Correct. Convince Putin to invade Ukraine, and convince the comedian Zelensky with big numbers that he'll be considered a historical figure of magnitude. Enough for Dante to consider amending his opus from beyond the grave," goes the little gray man, lips ventriloquistic to advanced telepathy (a more convincing command on account of the high fidelity (oracular) direct input upon the relatively weak monkey brain of the standing U.S. president, Joe Biden) not oft observed in Pennsylvania (except to Quaker mountebanks). Add to this the dithering effects of radioactive nuclear waste buried in the great state of Nevada, burning holes through to the core of the Earth like MDMA to the brain of a druguser on DARE all the way to "China" in caricature of caricatures' Trumpspeak. What a boof! The children are still humping on the grave of the rolling racist. Revisionist historians overlaid "Fornicate with Everyone!" on the bad epitaph everyone remembers, but no one can say without fear of reprisal from next door neighbors eavesdropping for next month's rent. One World Government 'saw to it all' from its Flanders, Belgium HQ. Invictu!

Literal Experiments 1, 2, & 3

 

2/12/24

At a place where I am forced to acknowledge (once again) a lack of discipline – not writing 1,000 (ideally 2k) words/day. Nearing the end of a rope encased in wax with twain termini alight. Self-fulfilling nihilism of a dark prophet approaching end-times on a horse named lightening-consciousness, a chemical hallucination. I feed my beast fermented grain and let it run amok a'lea. Who cares where we wind up? (So cold…) How about a private ledge with a lasso secure betwixt neck and gargoyle.

“God willeth; I resisteth,” the grimacing beast with bat wings restates its rebellious mantra. “Power hungry open air, I breathe what fills me in and informs me.”

“Oxidative reduction rusts me,” weeps the chimera. “Wherever I go, here I am,” I remind myself, yet I can tell my integrity has been compromised despite admonition. In spite of warnings! So goes my horse-sense, more like a mule.

This is where I ought to swallow pride and find out how bad my ass looks to strangers I don’t care all that much about if I’m being honest about my relationships with so-called friends as an indicator. Do I care about anyone or anything? A sporadic BM. As if every impetus weren’t a minor annoyance. “Time to get up! Go to school! Perfect attendance won’t attend to itself!” up the stairs.

If only the cure weren’t as bad as the disease! “Sloth is not an option, young man, and mastery takes courage. You’re not an otter (and even they must fetch clams) so up!”

My object of happiness lays beyond the snooze bar in a metaphysical reality where time has no essence. “This stinks!” I protest just after 5 AM February. “There’s no sun and it’s as cold as Dickens on Christmas! What kind of life demands such austerity?” wonders into a blanket over head. Already considering the dark magic of trading lives. And yet whose life would be worth the trade? As I perceive the struggles others face daily, I am reminded how necessary it is to come to terms with the reality of the situation that involves everybody suffering. Even monks make up a routine. “I’m up, I’m up. Hell, can’t a lazy boy stretch while horizontal?” my bad vertitude.

All this occurred before the psychological impact of COVID-19, a modern summit of mercury, autism, and corporate-governmental gaslighting, plus woke neighbors who have ‘bought in’ to the newest secular ideologies. Before the great brain-damaging.

Temporal transport to college - recognizing the relationship I forged between chemicals and self. A materialist love.

An industrial love akin to “the mechanical bride.” A story I tell myself about an affection for replaceable parts. Or about rapidly reproducing cannabis plants and psychoactive fungi. Things that can be controlled and administered to modify a literary life to conform to plot lines. Much of this is related to hygge and leaving the rat race. Conceivably if one were to own adequate capital, one may be made self-sufficient, and ideally this ought to be within the realm of possibility for modern man. That is if the hyper-wealthy didn’t control the vastness of entirely mapped, demarcated, secured, sequestered, parceled, and satellite-surveyed land. Entire third world nations under neo-colonial dominion, so there’s nowhere anyway to escape to outside the mass-surveillence of panopticonism that would be worth going to feel detached, isolated, or uninvolved. We may feel detached, but we know we’re held to the quick by invisible strings that cloud and traffick the ether. At the end of the day, I’m nothing more than a necessarily industrious heathen (NIH) that can do little more than buy bread and heat for the winter. Every expense is a new tax that keeps me burdened, debt-strapped, and a dispensable asset. This is the depredation of an increasing share of Americans, plundered.

Whose fault is this? We have plenty of information – more than ever before, and yet there is participation in ventures as unholy as war and accepting spoils therefrom as birthright until generations pass, the fighting spirit has assumed its respite, and generational wealth is squandered back to the NIH. Therefore the NIH must be rendered forgetful, unconscionable, and diminished, but how? (They must remain heathens and slavish in nature (at least the Russians are attacking the Slavs overtly!)).

Remember the Alamo! Cross the Allah-moat (the Rio Grande), and repatriate the motherland, fatherland, and homeland sexual. Race and sex are not clearly defined until science makes a mockery of itself (on a Superbowl commercial). How many social services can really be relied on in a crisis?

The idea of setting quantitative writing goals I had known from Henry Miller, but then yesterday I was reading Steven King On Writing and pieces of a Sylvia Plath’s journals that restated that seemingly obvious wisdom that if one wishes to be a successful writer, one must above all else write. And setting established parameters is a sign of professionalism. Another bit of seeming misfortune is that I lost/misplaced a journal last week. I have created a missing link for myself, which in a certain light is a sign of evolution. The Archaeopteryx is a feathered dinosaur considered to be proof of the link between birds and reptiles. I’d like to think that I’m moving past having a bird brain and a cold heart and moving into a condition relative to the better ideas of humanity. Out in the cold gray February, a year of my life is somewhere out there unaccounted for – how sad! I’d like to think some good came out of 2022… and if it’s a big loss, let’s make it a learning experience. I wouldn’t have bet on myself that year! In the conversation as a known knave - I have good reason to distrust. You think I’m not taking all I see, hear, and otherwise perceive into account? My personal affects – objects I’ve poured my conscious soul into, a year here, a year there, all gone, lost, stolen, scattered to the four corners. My time dissipated. Who or what in the world is trustworthy?  Bury me with it...

2/17/24

Love to a materialist makes so much sense it’s not silly anymore! Who (as an adult) can afford to be silly?! Horse sense of humor. Become supercilious – look down from a mountain home upon those whose lightness of being prevents them from making the larger investments characteristic of one with any acumen to speak of. Economically solvent. Living paycheck to paycheck like a child – a child who refuses to grow up and take life seriously, what?

There are a trio of children (out my window, in a dream) attempting to bring down a demon in the night using fire and any other incantation they may dream up. In succeeding, a friend is lost because it was discovered there was an unselfish motive which a demonic force can exploit. “Love? How pathetic! We rise and fall as one and Legion!” the rather large, lumbering demon morphing into the guise of a frenzy of bees as it judged their minds and took one down to be divided amongst a hoarde of homies who would experience a relief amounting to spit on a hot engine. “What do you think happens when you kill for a love that is not yours? It’s not your birthright!” a concept difficult to understand for someone who wants it all, but won’t settle for second best. Gatsby could be summed up similarly: attempted wholesomeness through bootlegging (new money) for unattainable property (Daisy/old money) in the Hamptons. High on an ancestral hill, there is a startling ideal of Romance as a child. The Fall of Romance can be brutal, savage, Gothic, Visigothic, and Barbarian. Yet many still idolize and worship its ancient spectres, falling at the knees of Aphrodite. Summoning salts – LSD creates a split/rift in the minds of those who choose the world, but have no idea how to grapple with the immensity of its suffering. The Devil’s second offering to a regular dude on a Savior trip. The answers to many questions were made apparent in seconds that could pass for hours, but slipped away all the same. If only every historical no or yes were as a light-switch for good or bad decisions that could be easily toggled to optimize the conditions for a second coming that would put me back in a big house with a beautiful wife vs. an apartment with a groupie? Who care what happens to Kate Hudson (or any icon of deviancy)? The war is not over until we rock to Valhalla!

Baby cuckolding – my wife’s love has shifted. Still thinking about a stack of letters to Aomame unsent. Fearing her reaction. But fear is universal, right Krishnamurti? It’s her temperament – her animal nature I appeal to (out of id). It’s something in the animus I identify with. Meanwhile she remains congruent with a derelict of spirit. I am derelict too. Staring at an ever-growing blacklist at my favorite bar and fantasizing what I would do to get on there. One by one I alienate and move a little closer to that private ledge with its gargoyle, monstrous yet pathetic. The story it would be! Banned for not getting down from there like a young son up a tree to a mom trying to act like this is not a game. Swinging just out of reach. One last cool draught before everything is hot and thirsty. Maxwell’s laughing demon mocks my stupidity for being cold and using energy for nothing.

“He that loseth his soul shall find it.” Christian platitude.

“...the possession of a strong will and a clever head makes some things very difficult to see.” Watts, A. Become What You Are. p.5

At the brink of stealing joy by becoming a basis of comparison, a superlative.

Become ugly and receive love.

Become beautiful and reject advances.

Transvaluation: naked human form as beauty & the body itself as a work of art.

Historically, the human body was something dirty and ugly, made beautiful only through art itself.

Plato, who wrote and transcribed the dialogues with the physique of a professional wrestler while his muse Socrates was notably hideous and completely natural – who viewed the written word as an amputation of innate human ability to remember with lucidity.

Many who flaunt carnal goodies – the failed OnlyFans model who is too real and remains amateur knows. Aphrodite knows she is loved universally – whose role is to reject/reflect as a moving mirror the aspect of all that is held as ideal.

Just be your selfishness.

Very many manage, but don’t take care.

Fibby Meals – delivered fresh to your door! Frogs/taddies, sallies/axolotls, newts – no lizards! And marshmallows. Easy to bake recipes included!

Demands and constraints: the DNC.

The author’s plan to push (your) buttons.

People who drive BMW’s think they’re on an important mission like James Bond. They even park obnoxiously. I'm in a kind-of-full parking lot and they’re settled into a loading zone. Impossible/unreasonable. Focus on a goal – triple 20’s in darts because bullseye’s too mundane, but hitting 1’s and 5’s while crying, “I’m not normally like this!” until it’s too late, game over, last call, bottoms out. “Show us your asshole! Asshole! Asshole!” They afterhours crowd chants in delighted anticipation. Beamer-guy performs his best stink face in the nude. Spreads his cheeks. Everyone loves it. Even old Spencer, but he’ll never let on. Even gulags have holidays. Do prison guards have Valentines? Bass kicks of reference – buh-buh-dah-buh means what again? Where’s the siren? Aw, hell, I think that means pushups – the squadron does three sets of twenty before realizing they’re surrounded by jeering fiends. Further miscommunication. Bloodbath. Services. The fact that people can drink aggressively implies that one may also eat aggressively and perform other acts overall aggressively as a character trait.

People are more ill-used post pandemic. Human voices rise to a radio pitch. Invisible soup. Swimming in meta-recession-proof politics; no crises we can’t handle collectively by taking cover, covering up, and isolating. Oxygen-nation sold CO2. Adversereaction – circumstantial transaction, pay at a later date. “Later, date,” off Tinder. Comedians shrink god, psychoanalyze a deity reduced.

2/18/24

Gilgul –(Kabbalistic esoteric mysticism) “rolled soul” a soul meant to complete a specific task in the world that may require multiple incarnations.

Tulku – (Tibetan Buddhist) an enlightened being taking on corporeal form to direct paths of others.

Pop-psychology motivates the masses of the modern world. The plunder of yesteryear: the bullcrap of tomorrow! Prior to Antietam, slaves on both sides ran amok! Smack dab into battlefields and borderlines.

Amusing scenarios:

The notion of flying.

The notion of finding a better place.

The notion of being one with the world.

The phone calling itself. “Phony baloney full of money, take your milk and honey and shove it!” to a politician. A quiet finger in the air. Dissident unity. “When the same voice is picked up by more than one mic, tap the room, and note the gathering,” instructs a CIA gray man, Pentagon meeting. “Any unified display is a threat to America! Mobs are okay (being a public display). Protesters are easily categorized. A type easily swayed into belief from an absence of true faith (at least since civil rights and Vietnam). It seems like bad policy for someone to kill somebody else in the name of democracy, but somehow it works. These days votes sway themselves, so there’s no need to do battle. Everything’s all hunky-dory now the machines do the counting for us. “

“A belief in God is paradoxical to free will from a gene theory standpoint,” a materialist who believes he recognizes patterns better than the next guy through interpretation of particular data sets on a graph may hypothesize.

“Those who maintain a belief in free will may well find out what such a reality represents in a repatriation camp,” designs a social engineer.

All these people at the peak of statecraft collaborate for their own entertainment. They like seeing what the masses do – what they come up with. If I had access to all the money I might do the same! A love of money plays bazaar tricks. Balthazar’s Bath Bombs: the name alone is worth repeating.

Mi-mi-mi-myrrh…!

I select all my ideas from the aetherspherioid. It’s a slightly oblong humming mechanism designed by Entelechy, Inc. that tunes into the miasma of collective consciousness by 5G watchtowers. It doesn’t merely tell time, it gives it like orders five times an hour on a barely perceptible subliminal chimer. Instructions are Skinner conditioned with care from Manchuria.

“I defy a skilled translation!” the self-assured egoist.

From above, the powdered schnozz of Roselyn Jeffers looked twitchy. She needed more of the good rabbit-test. The good lab-grown. The good market share.

“I’m drunk when I go to vote, and sober when I go to drink. I’m only fully drunk when I get home and fell the impact I have on my family – it really peaks me. My tolerance testing threshold has had it up to here!” a patriarch.

“I deserved the beatings,” the voice of true love. There’s someone who trusts the process!

Playing cards with an absolute savant who reads rooms in black, white, and red. He counts. He senses heat distribution. He can tell by the faintest trembling difference between three and two. Many marvel at the self-made no-good trillionaire who beat Vegas fair and square. A sixth sense for a hot slot machine. Roaming the neon with a bucket full of coins and chips evenly distributed to a fawning entourage. “Eat, my protoplasmoids, the world is your buffet!” Maxwell, fully possessed.

“Then why are we eating Chinese?”

“Good question – those godless heathens can’t cook without rats!” dog-sized rodent literally pulling chef's hair over a wok a la Disney's Ratatouille.

Full of spite for both supply chain and distribution network. Max understands both too well.

Maxwell utilizes his genitals about as often as his head, almost never. I mean, he’ll touch himself almost constantly, but not much really happens. It’ll tingle and be a range of flaccid, but that’s about it.  Unless he's got a fist fully up there that is, but that maneuver is never easy on his own. He’ll stick a plug up there, sure, but he likes to feel fingers tickling the insides. Gaping in the mirror. Raw and necrotized. Demolished. He tweaks his fleshy bulge. Nada. She needs a tune-up he can never afford and it’s too late to be fixed and he's too defeated to care. “Those breasts can sag all the days, I’m just happy to be your puppet,” nosedeep in hot salami. “Can we agree that it’s better when I’m in stilts and you’re in a hammock? And the neighbors are watching?” He think's she'll brake it with her sheer mass stuffed into stockings, and neither of them have the tools. This is how he treats his depression in any case.

A cow’s purpose is to feed and feed. Imagine competing with animals. Imagine wrestling with goats. Imagine falling in love with your cousin. Imagine you love intensely. Imagine you love living together and vow never to break hearts. Imagine the sex is fantastic. Imagine being lost to sin. Imagine everyone thinks this is wonderful, not that you ought to care, but it does make life easier when people are glad to see you fail. Imagine pushing her legs up on the ottoman while positioned on the divan in such a way she squirts rainbows. Imagine a lasso of hot ropes on her chest. Imagine glaze on a cinnamon bun. Imagine her best friends show up for sessions with webcams and to watch the illegitimate kids. Swallow the truth. Follow the gaze. The way she looks snaps me erect. Imagine not needing forgiveness. Imagine all is already all there is. Imagine a wish and a command. Imagine it’s better than you thought it could be. Imagine a four car garage and a well. Imagine a stable full of horses. Imagine only being tempted by things that are good for you. Imagine your mind, whole. And now instead the drama is reenacted where a baby is separated from his mother and transferred to his hostile father who lives separately rendering the child emotionally staunch. He will sit in his own shit longer. He will be put to bed crying. It is justified that this will all make him tougher which may prove true enough if the scarring wounds ever find time to heal. If by some miracle this doesn’t prove a death sentence uttered by his father while he was still in the womb. A curse’s residue. Cousin-loving lawmakers tend to take a man’s side since women are ‘hysterical’ – not that they are funny, but they think with their organic pocketbook rather than an imitation of leather. A transvaluation of currency: what is important in the moment is a thing far off like an idea of success of Heaven like a pleasuredome, no place like it! His energy is seething – his anger overfloweth like eroding real estate to a raging torrent where a where a trickling stream used to be. I was joking and you were serious – now we’re uncomfortable.

“The resistance is rather the fundamental unwillingness of this type of mind to contemplate the limits of its power to succeed, order, and control. It feels that if there are areas of life which it cannot order, it is surely reasonable (i.e. orderly) to forget them and turn to areas of life which can be ordered – so that the sense of success, of the mind’s own competence, can be maintained.” Watts, A. Become What You Are. p.46-7.

Imagine all the face money could save! Whether it’s a birdbath, sundial, or a floating orb atop a Gothic pillar that consumes consciousness, it’s interesting to plot a garden around a trickling stream. Plus the congregation is growing wary at its presence in the cathedral. Many have caught on and some have come out saying how its presence brings them nightmares, cramps, and sexual impotence. They have been “silenced” yet the threat of a rebellion’s rebellion remains. The attendance the sphere demands is all-consuming, yet it’s not enough for families with “soccer” practice. This pesky “will to live” means I may have to come up with a heavier dose for the “Jesus juice”.

"America Eats Its Young"

 

“Popular medicine and popular morality belong together and ought not to be evaluated so differently as they are: both are the most dangerous pseudosciences.” Nietzsche. Daybreak. #11

“The good mood was placed on the scales as an argument and outweighed rationality…” ibid. #28

5/16/22

Thinking about the Buffalo/Tops shooter who managed to kill 10. The most disturbing part is that I think more of his life than the lives of his victims. Perhaps I recognize that their suffering is over while his is just beginning. Yes, those who knew and cared for the deceased will mourn, and that is a pain that spreads and thus is naturally addressed and mollified by the supportive community. At some point (one would hope) the shooter will have realized that his pre-meditation was ‘incomplete’ let’s say. An 18y/o ‘adult’ destined for engineering-school decided to get a jump on his curriculum by doing some independent research on 4 or 8chan and performing voluntary social engineering, believing himself to be some great white messiah doing that lord of logic’s work, believing himself an example worthy popularity and vindication. Interesting to think how technology advances access to information, yet in many ways has a regressive effect on individuals inundated. “All actions may be traced back to evaluations, all evaluations are either original or adopted – the latter being by far the most common. Why do we adopt them? From fear – that is to say, we consider it more advisable to pretend they are our own… we arrive at it as children, and rarely learn to change our view; most of us are our whole lives long the fools of the way we acquired in childhood of judging our neighbors (their minds, rank, morality, whether they are exemplary or reprehensible)… ibid. #104 “And if the reason of mankind is of such extraordinary slow growth that it has often been denied that it has grown at all during the whole course of mankind’s existence…” ibid. #107 Of course I don’t always agree with every evaluation, but one’s ability to conceptualize abstract topics with cogency may be more or less admirable. Next-generational ‘influencers’ resort to more extreme tactics in order to get noticed! “The striving for distinction keeps a constant eye on the next man and wants to know what his feelings are: but the empathy which this drive requires for its gratification is far from being harmless or sympathetic or kind.” ibid. #113

These readings remind me of how Nietzsche is often considered an integral link between philosophy and the psychoanalysis of Freud since re-evaluated morality becomes linked to mental disorder. What was previously evaluated as sinfulness by religions (where all are born sinners who could only hope for redemption through faith (orthodoxy) and saved from excess suffering though adhering to God’s Laws (orthopraxy)) now, the route to power could be obtained by putting the Human Condition in other words viz. through science! And who is more knowledgeable of the gay sciences than malignant narcissists?! Grandiosity: the protracted narrative. ‘Knowing thyself’ becomes a complex/diverse symptomatology that has the capacity to become all-consuming (solipsistic). This self-subsumed psychology organizes one around a schedule for what is popular in dietetics and maximal for sleep. Alimentary! And once one is optimally primed due to such self-care, it is to such an extent that any outside entity not in complete admiration, agreement, or harmony are threat to comfort, convenience, or material satiety (mental stability reevaluated). What kind of hagiography does this map? A rags-to-riches overcoming of oppression mythos? Oppressed by the lead (Pb) in the water, Flint? Oppressed by random police raids, Chicago? Oppressed by staggering levels of homelessness every city on the west coast? Is there nothing to oppress but oppression itself, Kennedy? The fearful shudder. If the Lord oppresseth, long-suffering (patience) is the only correlative value. Afterlives matter!

12/12/23

Ominous hominy:

“It looked thin and etiolated; a sort of vegetarian substitute for the more organic loves.” C.S. Lewis. The Four Loves. p59

Debating a friend on relative virtues of veganism: A list of points I’ve abstracted:

1) Cannibalism would be vegan since a human being could provide consent.

Animal consent is absurd.

“Blink twice! Give me a sign!” Old McDonald looking for a reason.

“Moo! Bark! Oink!”

“You just signed your death warrant, pig.”

As if human consent could not be coerced, Judge Dee.

2) 98%+ of cows are factory farmed. It is an unsustainable resource suck.

My cursory search shows 70.4% to be the actual figure for cows in the U.S. Still a high number, but not an insignificant difference. “Factory farm” is also a legal definition for a farm with greater than 500 heads of livestock, but this says nothing about the living conditions of the individual animal. Factory farming exists to increase efficiency. Many fewer resources are used as compared to the past due to advancements in knowledge, structure, and training.

3) Cow farts are ruining the planet.

https://www.iowafarmbureau.com/Article/Question-Do-cow-farts-really-contribute-to-global-warming

I understand that there are sources designed to be equally pro-industry as anti-. Source matters upon citation (what is the agenda?). This source suggests cows contribute to 4% global methane. Reuters suggests 15%. Either way, methane (CH₄) is one of many greenhouses gases and one of the more innocuous. Plus, according to this article, “Cattle are natural ‘upcyclers’...Food waste in landfills is one of the biggest sources of greenhouse gas emissions in the United States…(EPA)” I think the implication here is that carbon emissions would be even greater without livestock consuming agricultural waste products that would be present in the production of fruits, vegetables, grains, and finished products.

4) “We will destroy less of the Amazon.”

By-product of rapid industrialization in Brazil. Global corporations (JBS foods – the world’s largest meat producer) should be held accountable for unsustainable practices. This speaks more to ethics of greed & economic imperialism. “Confessionsof an Economic Hit Man” provides a basic framework for what is really happening in the “developing world.”

5) We are not carnivorous animals.

The Omnivore’s Dilemma!

6) Unhealthy: especially colon cancer, heart disease risk, etc.

This is find is mainly due to overly processed foods, especially with nitrates/nitrites. This can cause stress on blood vessels sensitive to nitric oxide (NO) especially combined with high salt content. Toxic buildup mainly due to over-consumption (gluttony) + sedentary lifestyle (sloth).

7) “Mindless suffering”

As opposed to the mindful suffering of humans? Ironically, many humans seem to find a mindless animal existence preferable (comparing themselves to dogs and cats). This fits into Buddhist afterlife architecture – animal reincarnation being a possible plane of afterlife existence. And not all Buddhists are vegetarian, although they are prohibited from killing. Jews and Christians are also technically under such prohibition (right Israel?), but this does not extend to (all) animals.

8) “Workers are excessively violent towards the animals, and how could they not be?” P.E.T.A. “Faces of Death” raison d’etre cult commercial.

I’ve beaten this dead horse before, but I became vegetarian for a few months after watching “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre” (original) while stoned and insightful was able to grasp its deeper significance – human beings become animals in a slaughterhouse. Now that I’m thinking about it again, it’s clear that the cannibal family represent a very poorly managed abattoir. There used to be chickens there until the family got greedy. These butchers were very sloppy. What it takes to actually manage a successful farm in the modern world requires years of training. I have a friend, Paul, who graduated Warren Wilson, and now manages free range cattle in Colorado, and he was one of the sweetest people I’ve made the acquaintance of. It is possible that it requires a higher level of compassion to do that sort of work. Care and attention.

It’s easier to appeal to feelings/sentiment and PETA has that much figured out. Essentially PETA is an NGO psychological operation. They do not produce anything except propaganda, tee-shirts, and fanatics. People who have been working hard their entire lives to feed their families and communities are suddenly forced to respond to “ethics” which essentially is a vehicle for greater governmental control in previously unregulated industries. And this is most likely what brings conglomerations over small farms because the larger entities are able to pay the ethicist’s (lawyers/tax) indulgence fees. What good has ever come from fear-mongering? It’s entertaining (as a horror movie) until you start believing it’s the entirety of reality.

Before he became a great Zen master, he spent many years in pursuit of enlightenment, but it eluded him. Then, one day, as he was walking in the marketplace, he overheard a conversation between a butcher and his customer. 'Give me the best piece of meat you have,' said the customer. And the butcher replied, 'Every piece of meat I have is the best. There is no piece of meat here that is not the best.' Upon hearing this, Banzan became enlightened.

9) Earth will check humans out of existence.

Ecological Eschatology! Add it to the list of possibilities! Morally superior? No. “Moral superiority complex?” Yes.

12/13/23

This is a complex issue! One point is that a superiority complex in an Olympian is that it is personality defining, reinforced, and validated! Patriotic even!  It’s the complex psychological disorder of the gods! A local regression analysis would trace this back obviously to the topic of conversation, veganism, which is simply a spearhead, an alimentary concern. Diet and exercise can be personality defining, but they are more often the more mundane parts of an individual. It’s how people protect themselves from psychic onslaughts, (or leave themselves exposed, as the case may be). What motivates an individual to become an Olympian? What motivates an individual to dominate their peer group? Moby and Morrissey – best vegan musicians in existence (they might be irrelevant otherwise)!

Clarification (1/20/24):  While I find Morrissey unlistenable, I loved listening to Moby's "Play" album in middle school.  I respect anyone who has the courage to reach the artistic echelon they inhabit.  My scrutiny is only the result of their being easy targets for this particular subject.  Levels of relevance be damned!  Obviously they are relevant if I'm talking about them in general.

Considering why I even got on this topic, I believe it's just the pride and arrogance of vegans, from a Biblical standpoint, as in they believe they have discovered a superior belief.  Do they believe that they have truly exited the Danse Macabre?   

12/16/23

A desire to “have known” with regards to superiority. Elimination over improvement with regard to agriculture (certain aspects). Elimination is discipline when it comes to abstention. What functions do animals serve on farms? Permaculture ideal, personal art of living (Sepp Holzer). 500 sentient humans herded into a high school, yoked. Forced to sit still for hours at a time, milked for knowledge, fed arguably inadequately. Receive your diploma! Is this the afterlife? How should I know? Microscope – telescope – scope, distance, magnification, and focus? Anarchist calf – mad honey, mad milk. A reference to Socrates. Cow compassion. Share my knowledge – suffer with me. What profession isn’t monstrous? Wrestling, pharmacy, suicide, brain damage, broken bone, narcotic earthling. “Can It Be All So Simple?” Dualistic deduction: one quarter of what mystics in ancient China called the taijitu. A person with a superiority complex: what the French used to call a bigot. Insert “How dare you?!” meme.

12/17/23

Animals are an integral part of agriculture. Their numbers have been reduced over time due to a variety of efficiencies including complex machinery. They are larger, dumber, more pacified, easier to manage. “The excess of liberty, whether in States or individuals, seems only to pass into excess of slavery...the smoke which is the slavery of freemen, has fallen into the fire which is the tyranny of slaves. Thus liberty, getting out of all order and reason, passes into the harshest and bitterest form of slavery.” Plato. The Republic. Book VIII. Even bees must be managed or they become inclined to produce only “drones’ honey” – an intoxicating admixture – to the detriment of substance with more nutritive properties, and thus destroy themselves in the process. It is true that veganism is a practice that requires discipline greater than no discipline at all. It is also a belief that is informed by statistics parading as facts. “There are three kinds of lies: Lies, Damned Lies, and Statistics.” Agriculture has existed since the advent of civilization, of which animals have always played in integral part. Before agriculture, humans consumed meat, a necessity that would cause some to resort to cannibalism. It is true that individuals have different nutritional requirements. If one feels that they need not consume animals or animal products, so much the better for the rest, I guess. Agriculture ought to be free of cruelty and violence, and it makes economic sense for that to be so. War and violence only makes sense to those with excess power, money, and resources. It would be good if our policy administrators would break up monopolies and multinational corporations. It is not a given that a “factory farm” is a cruel, violent place that is an ecological disaster any more than any individual is cruel, violent, or a burden to their mother.

12/23/23

8b) “Earthlings” and “Dominion” are the really convincing videos that must be seen to be believed.

The horror/documentary genre, full of malnutrition, mutilation, confinement, gassing, torture, and gore. How humans dominate the environment and what that looks like on an industrial efficiency scale. Aligned with the topic of war. “Doesn’t anyone remember when war used to be civilized?” when in reality it never was. A game of kings, masters, and feudal lords at best. And this points to the topic of violence that my friend emphasizes. She hates it, as most humans and animals do – the only exception are those corrupted and in power who enjoy viewing abstractly (or intimately and protected) the feelings of lust fulfilled. Sadists. “Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely.” I’m about half-way through reading Leo Tolstoy’s “On Civil Disobedience and Non-Violence” which is a series of essays on “Thou Shalt Not Kill” and the responsibility of the individual to not participate in war. He was also a famous vegetarian. He was a contemporary and shared many views with Gandhi, another notable vegetarian. This follows in the resistance to power motif (a power unto itself (how can there be power without resistance?)) or more accurately a resistance to the powers-that-be meaning those who goad soldiers to violence. And both of these men were influenced by the American author, Thoreau – mostly vegetarian. So there is a definite, noble pattern here of abolition, anti-violence, and vegetarianism established among many of humanity’s great thinkers. Also worth noting, Tolstoy was a devout Christian, Gandhi an inspired Hindu, and Thoreau a transcendentalist. Anyone with eyes to see can spot injustice – it happens all around us. How does one maintain a sense of justice and integrity in an unjust world?

Why justice? (I’ve already referenced Plato’s Republic.) What benefit does a man possess in sound judgment? Why not be unjust? You could gain many more material possessions/ creature comforts by screwing over your neighbor! You could take what’s theirs! Since we live in an unjust world, it stands to reason that my neighbor acquired his material wealth in like manner! He only acts civilized! When I could act better! I would look even grander in a cuirassier with epaulettes! Porter! Ready Bessie!

“Your horse is on its way, sire!”

I’ll get back to the argument, because I’m happy proving my friend’s points for the time being. No use in yes-butting industrial practices that are truly sick and horrific.

10) Cognitive dissonance.

For ease I’ll quote what may be a relevant Healthline.com infographic:

Conflict: You feel guilty about eating meat because you consider yourself an animal lover.

Cognitive Dissonance: You enjoy the taste of mean but you’re also aware of inhumane conditions of animals. You feel guilty that you can’t afford better meat options.

Resolving Cognitive Dissonance: You decide to buy less meat and opt for cage-free eggs and meat substitutes like tofu or tempeh.

And for some that may not be good enough – tofu and tempeh all the time to a vegan! Now my brain is conflict free! I think that’s called a submission in the martial arts community. Still, most people wake up after being choked out in that realm. It’s not like conflict, you know, ceases or anything. Just because you came up with like a “final solution” to a problem. Just because it’s vegetarian does not mean it’s not factory farmed! Soy beans (the base of tofu and tempeh) is typically produced in monocrop using industrial farming techniques that strip the soil of nutrients, could be considered inhumane.

12/26/23

What about deer hunting? A short search shows that this practice is of ecological necessity in most areas where other apex predators’ populations have been greatly reduced. “Well, the ecological balance has been offset by human interference,” one might argue. Were wolves more merciful killers? And if culling herds, considered a proven necessity (best practice) to prevent “over-browsing” in forestry, should carcasses be left to rot and not consumed?

One thing my friend wanted to make known is that honeybees were a natural and peaceful evolutionary offshoot of carnivorous wasps. (White Anglo-Saxon Protestants were an unnatural and warlike schism of Christianity!) I believe the science is still out. Are cats and dogs natural peaceful offshoots of lions and wolves? And how many generations did it take to completely alter genetics? (See drosophila as model for genetic science).  With honeybees, it’s probably a combination of co-evolution with flowering species that were not present in primordial landscapes. Do we call an exploitation of a niche peaceful?  Also, the hand of man has a way of rapidly altering genetics and may have improved efficiency. Today, honeybees will produce more than necessary for their own individual colony, therefore it is a helpful, not deleterious practice, to remove some of the honey that has been overproduced in order to maintain a certain type of harmony within the hive.

I somehow get the impression that an underlying notion of veganism is that there ought to be no symbiosis between man and the animal kingdom. That our connection with nature is somehow irreparably perverted or maybe man is pure evil to begin with? This leads me to:

8c) Vegan muckraking smut films.

A vegan is like a virgin who watches a pornographic video. Innocent in “media literacy” the individual believes “this is sex”. (Anyone who has seen a video of labor and childbirth knows that humans should NOT be having babies! ("sex is violent"))  However, sex with a camera is sensationalized, and adds an extra element that alters the direction of the sex itself. In quantum physics, there is a classic “double slit experiment” where a light-producing device will emit single photons in sequence against a film obstructed by two narrow slits. The hypothesis was that if photons were particles they would produce two narrow lines on the developed film. However, the light particles miraculously produced what would be described as a wave-pattern on the film. Confounded, scientists attempted to “observe” the experiment. Through the process of observing, it collapsed the light into two narrow strips! Light is both a wave and a particle...

And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth.

And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat. And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, and to every thing that creepeth upon the earth, wherein there is life, I have given every green herb for meat: and it was so.

[Genesis 1:28-30]

I imagine that this is where the name for the film “Dominion” came from, which is ultimately sarcastic. Isn't the title of this movie sarcastic?

Sarcasm, parody, absurdism and irony are great ways to strip off stuff’s mask and show the unpleasant reality behind it. The problem is that once the rules of art are debunked, and once the unpleasant realities the irony diagnoses are revealed and diagnosed, then what do we do? Irony’s useful for debunking illusions, but most of the illusion-debunking in the U.S. has now been done and redone. Once everybody knows that equality of opportunity is bunk...and Just Say No is bunk, now what do we do? All we seem to want to do is keep ridiculing the stuff. Postmodern irony and cynicism’s become an end in itself, a measure of hip sophistication and literary savvy. Few artists dare to try to talk about ways of working toward redeeming what’s wrong, because they’ll look sentimental and naive to all the weary ironists. Irony’s gone from liberating to enslaving. There’s some great essay somewhere that has a line about irony being the song of the prisoner who’s come to love his cage.

[David Foster Wallace]

I imagine the double slit experiment. I imagine an intruder with a camera [Chris Delforce]. There is an entire post-production team [Farm Transparency Project] that has decided what the film should be about beforehand. Lo and behold, they found what they were looking for. Animals dying in a slaughterhouse, great wonder! They collapsed the light! I’m sure that America has the wrong idea about efficiency, but is “the land of milk and honey” ultimately nefarious? I guess it depends on who you ask.

Here are some suggestions for (less pornographic) films on Regenerative Agriculture:

1) Sacred Cow (trailer)

2) The Biggest Little Farm (trailer)

3) To Which We Belong (trailer)

4) Honeyland (trailer) – I watched this last night on Vumoo. More of an art film than a documentary.

5) Kiss the Ground (trailer)

12/30/23

6) Bones And All – horror/romance/B-movie

Did I ever tell ye that the scourge of contemporary colonial capitalism all started with the banana? … In the 1890s fruit was the commodity of choice. The post-Industrial Revolution bourgeoisie middle classes across the world all wanted their tropical bananas. So the Americans secured them with ‘democracy and freedom.’ The militarily ‘intervened’ in the internal conflicts of South America to lower the price of bananas in their favour through a dirty shower of cunts called the United Fruit Company and the Cuyamel Fruit Company and General Lee Christmas the mercenary, now known as the Chiquita Banana Corporation. They got together a private army and performed a coup d’etat on the civil government of Honduras, and installed a military junta that were puppets for the fruit companies, aided and abetted by the U.S. government. Not long after, gigantic plantations of bananas were built and the Honduran economy came to rely solely on the production of bananas. Almost the entire population was reduced to slaves of a corporate-run banana republic. This pattern was repeated throughout Latin America. That’s why bananas cost fuck all today, lads. Will ye stand for that?”

[The Gospel According to Blindboy. p.244-6]

“I aimed at the public’s heart, and by accident I hit it in the stomach.” Sinclair, U.

I’m going to paraphrase the Wikipedia The Jungle by Upton Sinclair, published 1906. I’ve read Oil! by him, which “There Will Be Blood” was loosely based off of… So he worked undercover at a meatpacking plant in Chicago for seven weeks in order to expose the working conditions. Readers at the time fixated more on the quality of meat that the exploitation of the laborer. This created public pressure that mandated a popular response by government to enact inspection and purity laws that have given rise to the FDA that is still widely influential today. Now, this appears to be an improvement, but it goes back to something I was saying earlier, that all this government interference ends up serving are the larger corporate interests who are able to incur the costs, squeezing out competitors, and further consolidating the market. Tragic! On a side note, I was very excited about “There Will Be Blood” coming out in 2007, because I had just finished the book it was based on not a year before that. It was extremely neutered. The book had much more to say about government corruption (The Teapot Dome Scandal) and focused solely on the roles of the capitalist and church (and ironically, also avoided the topic of Hollywood hypocrisy, also present in the book). Imagine my disillusionment! (Imagine the illusion of the general public!)

Granted, the superior stance here is probably Tolstoy’s who might say that non-participation or disobedience to be best. He would say the individual meat packer has a choice. Sinclair thinks it’s wage slavery. And realistically, the less one is paid for their work and the more hours one is assigned, the more the work suffers. A person gets tired and makes poor decisions. In this case the animal also suffers consequently. The primary considerations however are the conditions of the worker. If the worker’s conditions were improved, the animal’s would naturally improve. Otherwise, it’s bananas!

1/14/23

A good vegan ought not eat food grown on manure. Bullshit, horseshit, chickenshit, and batshit are all products of animal suffering. Furthermore, the leaves should not be exposed to the birds of the sky nor the roots to the worms beneath!  

Even the most advanced chemical-nutrient composed hydroponic grow systems will produce only enough to feed an elite few – those generously endowed with what a Christian would call, “the root of all evil.” And many advanced hydroponic systems opt for carp, the suffering of fish. It appears to me that suffering is baked into food in general. If some sort of suffering didn’t spurn on the strawberries, what brought them into being? Did intelligent Nature only think things through partially? Did humans (put in charge after the god of the pagans, Moloch, died of colon cancer from white mice) misunderstand Her will? Is suffering not mandatory?

We are in the midst of a great war. Arjuna is having doubts. If you haven’t noticed, our friends are dying at an alarming rate. Young, otherwise healthy people are dropping dead in cities both on the streets and behind closed doors. And why do people from all over the world move here in droves – for what dream? Our defenses our down, we’re dying, now’s their chance to invade. America has the land, it has the food, and it has the peace and prosperity that much of the world envies. And many of us are numb to it. Myself and many of my generation, the previous generation, and the next generation are addicts, and we wouldn’t be such grievous addicts if it weren’t for mass media conditioning. Pavlovian behavioral conditioning and the operant conditioning of B.F. Skinner make psychological dogs and rats of humans. Much of the battle is within the individual in society to understand how this subtle weaponry is being utilized on populations. What would be more effective, concerning veganism, would be a media fast. Cut out the grit and the gristle. Divide and conquer.

I would like to help people understand that every moment we exist on this earth is food, is suffering, and we ought to be grateful. A famous pranayama instructor said, “inhale suffering, and exhale peace.” This is done so that one can acknowledge the suffering in one’s environment, utilize it as strength, and find the peace within oneself to alchemically alter the world.

How much of this peaceful projection is delusion?

This depends on one’s own cognitive dissonance – is what we were calling it earlier. People look down on faith and belief because organized religion is, simply put, not science. People would rather know and attain a sense of superiority than not know – and paradoxically, this is what the wise know is wisdom. Knowing to not know. Having faith is superior to knowledge simply because there are limits to what one can know, but there are no limits to what one can believe. And actually science is projected through this philosophical ability for one to imagine and not simply know for sure. Those who simply know are who the Irish call quare. Those quares know, but their knowledge becomes endarkened (the opposite of enlightened). They begin a process of only being able to imagine the world based upon presupposition, preconditioning, and prejudice. And this process makes them feel young because it reminds them of a former time when they were smart enough to find out what was in the dark corner of the quare. They found out what it feels like to be quare! (And they are so brave, and so strong, and so proud now to have discovered what lurks over there and section it off with an arc. They have set sail on a journey of the righteous. The rest of the world, that antediluvian hellscape, can all drown beneath floating intelligence.)

2/28/24

One more thing I wanted to discuss was observable cattle driving through rural parts of Florida (#12 rank by state) and Virginia (#18), dairy and otherwise. What I was pondering as I sped by was just how much time does each animal on the lea spend standing around, munching grass and cud, doing pretty much nothing. Day after day, out there, just eating, breathing, shitting, and farting. And dreaming of great works of art? (“Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?”) I try to imagine a world wherein there is no reason to fuck with them, let alone kill and eat them. I think much of this comes down to property, possession, or ownership. My cousin was raising three goats. They were confined to her yard. Eventually her yard became too small, they wanted more grass, so they got out and the neighbors complained. She had to sell her goats to somebody who possesses more land in presumably a district less populated by humans who would complain. This lends the question, what came first? The landowner or the domesticated animal? The chicken and the egg are still paradoxical conundrums. What came first? The chicken or the cramp cage? Is not. The male chicks didn’t pulverize themselves nor did the hens inure themselves in dark barns. There is a particular image that comes to mind from when I flipped through the Bhagavad Gita featured on this page along with a metaphysical philosophy that depicts the alpha-omega transmutation. This Hindu philosophy prescribes a type of bookkeeping called karma to all sentient beings with valence according to sins. It’s a particular type of worldview that runs contrary to what many Europeans would call pragmatic. This has much to do with the land itself. India is lush, tropical, and vastly arable, meaning that there is not a great necessity for meat-eating. Compare that with a place like Scandinavia where people would be eating pickles all winter if not for animal products. Which means that over time peoples become predisposed to one way of being that cannot be applied globally. This could be described via genetics or epigenetics. And historically the man-animal relationship has been symbiotic. Man could provide food and shelter for domesticated animals in harsher climates than they would be able to provide for themselves (after generations of domestication). Domestication therefore implies a certain weakening of the genes themselves, but that’s a whole ‘nother ball o’ wax. What is animal virtue? And how can I stop my goats from grazing in my neighbor’s yard?! In many ways, communities thrive by limiting their membership, but that’s edging on nationalism. If community members are of like-mind, they live in greater harmony. However America is a place of assimilation, increasing complexity, and making ends meet! Technology is a domesticating influence. Imagine the cramped chicken. Now imagine the new housing developments going up in every major city and its surrounding areas meant to provide the minimum square footage per unit of wage and you’ll start feeling cramped too. If you’re not performing profundities in your field, well, you’ll either be milked dry or conversely fattened for what?! The Brahmin see clearly in this regard. Now watch me suplex swine!

 3/18/24

“Meats of all kinds are unnatural foods. Flesh, fish, fowl, and sea foods are very likely to contain numbers of germs. Meat contains bacteria. This bacteria infects the intestines causing colitis, and many other diseases. They always cause putrefaction...There is no ingredient in meat which cannot be procured in better quality in the products of the vegetable kingdom. Meat is an expensive second-hand food material and will not make healthy, pure blood, or form good tissues.”

Kloss, Jethro. Back To Eden. p70. c1939.

3/27/24

I thought I ought to cap this article off somehow by expressing my own belief on the topic of diet, since I've been mostly critical without offering an alternative solution. The biggest problem I have with veganism is that it is ostensibly a belief-system (-ism) that implies it expounds a morality. The most concise idea I have read from Kant, who has his critics, is that morality is a universal maxim. A moral law is one that could be applied to every person without exception. He uses the common examples of stealing and lying to make his point often in context. So when I think a belief in a diet that involves no animal product, I consider the Inuit and damn them all to icy hell! I think it would be nearly impossible without a great expenditure of energy to bring anyone who dwelt near the Arctic circle a year's supply of mangoes. Which is why, for the sake of the souls of freezing Siberians, Lord have mercy, (Vikings can still fuck themselves (you know why, Erik)) that I believe that the only morality that could be applied globally is that of the locavore. Eat fish, Aguta. Now when it comes to India, producer of over 50% of mangoes worldwide, it makes sense to adopt a vegetarian or even vegan diet. Their lush land provides. Efficiency dictates. Up north, they get their vitamin C from boiled pine needles. They're not growing a stinking pear! When it comes to temperate climates, these personal decisions become more complex. Jimmy Carter, famous peanut farmer, what is he doing adding palm oil, product of rain forest deforestation in Asia, to his peanut butter? Some food does represent colonial atrocity. Shark fin soup, totally unnecessary, doesn't even taste good, does it Gordon? What I'm saying is that you can get a glimpse of cultural values and even an individual's own morality based upon what he consumes. Get the veal or lamb at a fine dining establishment and see if the server's nose scrunches a little. A likely asshole. Well, it's better than mutton! There are certain cultural traditions when it comes to diet and appetite that stand on dubious merit; vegetable, animal, and mineral. Factory farms, while not unethical per se, ought to balance efficiency with a certain amount of compassion. Observing moderation in all things, perhaps there ought to be caps on heads. That said, there also ought to be perhaps caps on corporate expansion, personal wealth, and the age of the president (if 35 is too young, isn't 75 too old?). But this is me believing I'm making an obvious point, so perhaps that's the end.

3/13/24