Some do not get it.
28% Of All US Taxes Go To Pay Interest
5 hours ago
Saturday, 25 December 2010
Thursday, 23 December 2010
The curse of time.
The Anonymous Physicist will describe our quarantine.
The vast spaces of our minds are not ours, are.
The delivered and stopped are others. No shit .
Can we think and conceive of our unimportance, halted? Our impotence?
There should be no doubt that our four dimensions are separated from reality.
What lives out here?
They are thinking?
The lads have the metronome sussed.
No death jousted struggle.
The vast spaces of our minds are not ours, are.
The delivered and stopped are others. No shit .
Can we think and conceive of our unimportance, halted? Our impotence?
There should be no doubt that our four dimensions are separated from reality.
What lives out here?
They are thinking?
The lads have the metronome sussed.
No death jousted struggle.
This is a nam shub, so no names are welcomed.
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
CSi
Every purchase is a crime scene.
Every dollar bucked trend is a spended blank.
Ever wondered the slaked thirsted necked gold?
If there is nothing why do we exist?
Defined and denied.
Fiat, mined, slaved and mitred.
Metals poured after the rock.
iDeath
Every dollar bucked trend is a spended blank.
Ever wondered the slaked thirsted necked gold?
If there is nothing why do we exist?
Defined and denied.
Fiat, mined, slaved and mitred.
Metals poured after the rock.
iDeath
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
Synchronecromancy & Alchemy
Is your tea oot? Part two.
Toiling forever is a long, long never ending struggle. However that is what we’ve signed up for. When will never arrive? The answer to that is never of course. There is no end to this, our realisation, now that we bring it back into our ken.
We do this synchronous.
In order to make sense of the history we are not supposed to know, the current of events we are to be excluded from now and the future from which we are to be extinguished, a profound level of ignorance must be adopted by the inquirer.
How does one achieve this idealised state and what is it?
Let us take the latter part first.
A very large clue to this approach is to seek the verboten.
If you are one of the less than 20 percent of the population, or so, who are scratching your noddle wondering why the modern world is so backward, primitive and getting more antedeluvian? Why the so called remedies and solutions, there’s a give away, to preceived problems and manufactured crises are so inadequate and obviously false constructs? Why there is no purpose to existence other than following a number in a reducing instruction set? Why there are piles of suddenly dead people everywhere? If that is you then the verboten is for you.
Careful now, because you are an innocent abroad. The local environment is full of charlatans, paid and played. Before you know it you will be invited to consider your quest over by those who offer exposés of public record documentation and proceedings. Freedom of information requests and regurgetated unverifiable garbage. This is the public domain flytrap designed to capture and confuse your attention space. To take you harmlessly out of play.
If you are serious then you need to be seeking out the dead guys, dead guys who were fucked over and forgotten. You know the names Solzhenitsyn
Toiling forever is a long, long never ending struggle. However that is what we’ve signed up for. When will never arrive? The answer to that is never of course. There is no end to this, our realisation, now that we bring it back into our ken.
We do this synchronous.
In order to make sense of the history we are not supposed to know, the current of events we are to be excluded from now and the future from which we are to be extinguished, a profound level of ignorance must be adopted by the inquirer.
How does one achieve this idealised state and what is it?
Let us take the latter part first.
A very large clue to this approach is to seek the verboten.
If you are one of the less than 20 percent of the population, or so, who are scratching your noddle wondering why the modern world is so backward, primitive and getting more antedeluvian? Why the so called remedies and solutions, there’s a give away, to preceived problems and manufactured crises are so inadequate and obviously false constructs? Why there is no purpose to existence other than following a number in a reducing instruction set? Why there are piles of suddenly dead people everywhere? If that is you then the verboten is for you.
Careful now, because you are an innocent abroad. The local environment is full of charlatans, paid and played. Before you know it you will be invited to consider your quest over by those who offer exposés of public record documentation and proceedings. Freedom of information requests and regurgetated unverifiable garbage. This is the public domain flytrap designed to capture and confuse your attention space. To take you harmlessly out of play.
If you are serious then you need to be seeking out the dead guys, dead guys who were fucked over and forgotten. You know the names Solzhenitsyn
Behan, Pound etc., the list is endless. A very few of those you seek might even still be alive, usually goaled and isolated in the West. Stay away from any muppetry that smells like Rand, that crap is designed to take you out of play. The clue here is to look for the unjailed, lionised, lauded, feted and prize given in the West and stay the fuck away, as a gerneral rule. Anything coming through a major publishing house is commissioned by TPTB to condition us in the Herd Attention Space. They don’t waste their money on talent, they want puppets. Think Wells and Huxley.
Once you’ve got your eye in you can tackle the treasure trove that is the classics, that’s correct the guys in togas and skirts from way back.
You want the oldest references you can access or possess in hard copy. The newer the copy the higher the likelyhood that it has been censored or as they say “modern edition”. The stuff on the ausphart has got to be treated as suspect goods unless corroberated.
Remember most of the crap out here doesn’t pass the Turing test so in all probability it is produced en masse by robots!!!
If you don’t dice out here with the full nine yards on board you will get no where. Out here with the mental cases.
Then you want to form your own unique opinion. You don’t want anyone else’s that is for sure. If you do you’ve failed and been taken out of play. Once on that individual track, once your mind is free and self directed, you will make extraordinary progress.
Finally you must expect to be shunned, to work alone, to be aware of and embrace your isolation. Thrive on this deliberate choice of a free state of conscious exploration.
Inevitably you will know if you are successful in your questing, not because you unearth a nugget or reveal a smidgen of the hidden, but because your activity is causing a disquiet throughout the Herd Attention Space. You are causing the herd to unsettle and deprive the religioKriminalrats of their greedy worship. On that day you will find you have a new friend appearing from out of nowhere, as if by magic. Pooph!!! All unexpected.
However if you are smart enough to have ruffled the gulag Kapo’s feathers, that’s what you want isn’t it, then you’ll know who your suddenly knewest and bestest buddy fronts for? Won’t you?
So that’s the later part of “How does one achieve this idealised state and what is it?” described and inevitably I’ve clumsily started to answer the first part of the question, hey ho let’s go.
How does one achieve this? Well to give an extreme example, Clif High of halfpasthuman, from what I’ve gathered from G.Ure’s descriptions of the process involved in getting the web bot reports together, removes himself completely from external influences and stimulae. Even so far as to not listening to music. This has a tinge of the stylite about it but I know where he’s coming from.
For the rest of us though who have to get to grips with traffic, shopping, schools, councils and the other accutriments of torment, the prime action has to be the complete curtailment of all media. No liar’s box in the room, no liar’s voice in the room, no media mogul liar’s dead tree press in the room. Anything GGT, local radio, Fox, Thompson, Foxman, Murdochian Soapland mind spew. Junk it. All of it is predictive programming.
As I’ve said before X-Factor, Apprentice, Big Brother, blockbuster films all of it is getting us ready for NAOHide. Pleading and begging before the select few. Placing ourselves at the mercy of the Star Chamber. Getting ready for communitarian living in a pen.
No thanks.
Then there is the Affliction. The Reduced Instruction Set Curse of the corrupted temple front men. Most clearly demonstrated by those who cannot do anything but quote from some so called holy tissue of lies. Quote after endless quote from cleverly memorised texts and scribblings. Well there is no more obvious example of the afflicted at work than when they go all OCD RISC and quote, repeat, quote, repeat, quote, repeat… ad nauseam. No one at home. Ignore them all. Con artists and sincerely toxic to the body of humanity.
You need to construct your own media, even if just for you the sole viewer and user. Eventually you’ll get an audience. These lads have the idea.
Even TPTB don’t have enough secret policemen to cover all the trees in all the parks under which people will be yapping. Mind you the roboswarms will need a good repellant. Take up smoking!!! A big phekking stokey should do it. One each.
To elaborate on MT who says that only the lies need a massive life support apparatus surrounding them, the truth stands and will always stand alone, free and in no need of parasitical theft from others. Just think on that. If the great whirlygig and magic show that surrounds the thousands of years of utter mendacity that flatters the Affliction were to stop there would be enough for everyone here today and to come in every way.
So with that crap out the way let’s continue with the stream of mindleness from yesterday, well Monday 11th Oct since this intended snipe is turning into an unintended fully fledged barrage.
In the aggregate the behaviour of human beings can be predicted, influenced, shaped and directed. This is not new, Bernays and Freud were not smart enough to get this stuff fresh from between their ears. Oh no this is a Babylon gig, in fact it is a gig from way, way back I’d suspect all the way back to the Watchers. Those who knew what we are and where we came from. What made us tick locally amidst the larger subtle influences impinging upon us from the local universe.
And we slip very easily out of reality and into sacred geometry.
Ever wonder why you cannot escape worship? The repetitive, the structured ritual. Whether overt in a temple setting or mundane like going to work every day. Why there is no end, why there is a continuum no matter what you try to achieve. Always the ritual captures, always the repetitive reframes your attempts to escape. Why is that? Guys like us always railing and forever captured. They, you, me, we are still within the sacred geometry of their choosing that is why. The terms of our reference are forever outwith our powers to change. In order to make ourselves sane again we must completely ignore the crumbs of every clever trail the Hansels set for us and the cosy conspiratorial duvets the the Gretels invite us under and just think and see clearly.
Ignore the come ons to prove how clever we are to ourselves.
As you know I’ve speculated that a long, long while ago a very, very few humans survived the population bottle neck when the caldera in Indonesia blew its lid and choked the planet.
Within that small group, scattered across the globe, there was a coherent remnant of the newly destroyed high culture which set out with unshakeable belief to put what they had just seen obliterated back together again.
What do they remember that we are only now getting a very small glimpse of?
Union of this perhaps.
1
2
The really scary thing about us is that we might be unlimited.
Scalars, numbers, integers, vectors.
UNreal blue.
Poetry might be one of our moderators.
WFM life may be a count but existence is infinite, enjoy .
Once you’ve got your eye in you can tackle the treasure trove that is the classics, that’s correct the guys in togas and skirts from way back.
You want the oldest references you can access or possess in hard copy. The newer the copy the higher the likelyhood that it has been censored or as they say “modern edition”. The stuff on the ausphart has got to be treated as suspect goods unless corroberated.
Remember most of the crap out here doesn’t pass the Turing test so in all probability it is produced en masse by robots!!!
If you don’t dice out here with the full nine yards on board you will get no where. Out here with the mental cases.
Then you want to form your own unique opinion. You don’t want anyone else’s that is for sure. If you do you’ve failed and been taken out of play. Once on that individual track, once your mind is free and self directed, you will make extraordinary progress.
Finally you must expect to be shunned, to work alone, to be aware of and embrace your isolation. Thrive on this deliberate choice of a free state of conscious exploration.
Inevitably you will know if you are successful in your questing, not because you unearth a nugget or reveal a smidgen of the hidden, but because your activity is causing a disquiet throughout the Herd Attention Space. You are causing the herd to unsettle and deprive the religioKriminalrats of their greedy worship. On that day you will find you have a new friend appearing from out of nowhere, as if by magic. Pooph!!! All unexpected.
However if you are smart enough to have ruffled the gulag Kapo’s feathers, that’s what you want isn’t it, then you’ll know who your suddenly knewest and bestest buddy fronts for? Won’t you?
So that’s the later part of “How does one achieve this idealised state and what is it?” described and inevitably I’ve clumsily started to answer the first part of the question, hey ho let’s go.
How does one achieve this? Well to give an extreme example, Clif High of halfpasthuman, from what I’ve gathered from G.Ure’s descriptions of the process involved in getting the web bot reports together, removes himself completely from external influences and stimulae. Even so far as to not listening to music. This has a tinge of the stylite about it but I know where he’s coming from.
For the rest of us though who have to get to grips with traffic, shopping, schools, councils and the other accutriments of torment, the prime action has to be the complete curtailment of all media. No liar’s box in the room, no liar’s voice in the room, no media mogul liar’s dead tree press in the room. Anything GGT, local radio, Fox, Thompson, Foxman, Murdochian Soapland mind spew. Junk it. All of it is predictive programming.
As I’ve said before X-Factor, Apprentice, Big Brother, blockbuster films all of it is getting us ready for NAOHide. Pleading and begging before the select few. Placing ourselves at the mercy of the Star Chamber. Getting ready for communitarian living in a pen.
No thanks.
Then there is the Affliction. The Reduced Instruction Set Curse of the corrupted temple front men. Most clearly demonstrated by those who cannot do anything but quote from some so called holy tissue of lies. Quote after endless quote from cleverly memorised texts and scribblings. Well there is no more obvious example of the afflicted at work than when they go all OCD RISC and quote, repeat, quote, repeat, quote, repeat… ad nauseam. No one at home. Ignore them all. Con artists and sincerely toxic to the body of humanity.
You need to construct your own media, even if just for you the sole viewer and user. Eventually you’ll get an audience. These lads have the idea.
Even TPTB don’t have enough secret policemen to cover all the trees in all the parks under which people will be yapping. Mind you the roboswarms will need a good repellant. Take up smoking!!! A big phekking stokey should do it. One each.
To elaborate on MT who says that only the lies need a massive life support apparatus surrounding them, the truth stands and will always stand alone, free and in no need of parasitical theft from others. Just think on that. If the great whirlygig and magic show that surrounds the thousands of years of utter mendacity that flatters the Affliction were to stop there would be enough for everyone here today and to come in every way.
So with that crap out the way let’s continue with the stream of mindleness from yesterday, well Monday 11th Oct since this intended snipe is turning into an unintended fully fledged barrage.
In the aggregate the behaviour of human beings can be predicted, influenced, shaped and directed. This is not new, Bernays and Freud were not smart enough to get this stuff fresh from between their ears. Oh no this is a Babylon gig, in fact it is a gig from way, way back I’d suspect all the way back to the Watchers. Those who knew what we are and where we came from. What made us tick locally amidst the larger subtle influences impinging upon us from the local universe.
And we slip very easily out of reality and into sacred geometry.
Ever wonder why you cannot escape worship? The repetitive, the structured ritual. Whether overt in a temple setting or mundane like going to work every day. Why there is no end, why there is a continuum no matter what you try to achieve. Always the ritual captures, always the repetitive reframes your attempts to escape. Why is that? Guys like us always railing and forever captured. They, you, me, we are still within the sacred geometry of their choosing that is why. The terms of our reference are forever outwith our powers to change. In order to make ourselves sane again we must completely ignore the crumbs of every clever trail the Hansels set for us and the cosy conspiratorial duvets the the Gretels invite us under and just think and see clearly.
Ignore the come ons to prove how clever we are to ourselves.
As you know I’ve speculated that a long, long while ago a very, very few humans survived the population bottle neck when the caldera in Indonesia blew its lid and choked the planet.
Within that small group, scattered across the globe, there was a coherent remnant of the newly destroyed high culture which set out with unshakeable belief to put what they had just seen obliterated back together again.
What do they remember that we are only now getting a very small glimpse of?
Union of this perhaps.
1
2
The really scary thing about us is that we might be unlimited.
Scalars, numbers, integers, vectors.
UNreal blue.
Poetry might be one of our moderators.
WFM life may be a count but existence is infinite, enjoy .
We are are going to bloom for we have pity for the RISC.
Beautiful snow, solis, night, day approaches.
Embrace and live.
Saturday, 27 November 2010
What meaning have the numbers you can count?
MI6 bitch throws fire extinguisher from roof.
Secret cabal front the junta.
Pilates exercise spies.
Turncoat slaving fucktard talks out his arse.
Where is Madeleine McCann?
NATO/EU sacrifice?
Chink Slaving Scion continues the communitarian steal. (Love the comments.)
Don’t be confused just wake up.
One of the great whitewash jobs done on the British, whenever they are given a predictive squeek at history they need to be aware of, is this. H/T ZGR.
We are all supposed to shrug our shoulders and sigh. Just what could the poor old Brit government, lead by a sex criminal, and the UK Monarch, who was in on the kill, have done. Caught between a rock and a hard place. Help the Romanovs and Red Clydeside would have swept the country in fire. Help the homocidal, psychopathic, genocidal, Afflicted, commie, Kazari, New York funded bitch boys and Red Clydeside would string up the Royal family.
Oooooooo what a conundrum. Hey ho on with the show, Highers coming up soon. You aren’t supposed to recognise the signature of the puppetmaster.
You aren’t supposed to see the deliberate state of stasis induced to hide the kill or the steal. Induced by seemingly irreconcilable conflict and dead ended solutions. All fomented by ridiculously unreasonable forces concocted to keep the sane unsane and the mad in power.
The words you needed to know and would never be told are Bullingdon, OxBridge and Altinum.
Today’s examples of this kind of madness?
In UKplc you get thrown in the slammer for joking about blowing up airports in a manufactured security emergency. You also get to wander around the streets without hinderance yelling about killing the aboriginals if you are an asylum seeker/refugee nutter.
See the Bullingdon puppetmaster at work.
Don’t snicker USofA corp. You are going to get it right Royally. Commie Queenie wants her property back under control soon.
When these guys were in charge anyone pulling this shit would have had visitors.
However we now see the hidden hand because nowadays USofA corp. has been assimilated into the commie bitchboy world of the commintern bankers’ next ten year PLAN thanks to Jekyll’s plot and there is a nothing in the White House causing decision paralysis.
When you’ve got a rocket trail, a la Jericho, you know that political stasis is being engineered. That the appropriate bitchboys and boybitches are in place or queueing. That the induced madness which will turn the sane unsane is iGREEN. That the same madhatters are in power again getting ready to throw the die.
Secret cabal front the junta.
Pilates exercise spies.
Turncoat slaving fucktard talks out his arse.
Where is Madeleine McCann?
NATO/EU sacrifice?
Chink Slaving Scion continues the communitarian steal. (Love the comments.)
Don’t be confused just wake up.
One of the great whitewash jobs done on the British, whenever they are given a predictive squeek at history they need to be aware of, is this. H/T ZGR.
We are all supposed to shrug our shoulders and sigh. Just what could the poor old Brit government, lead by a sex criminal, and the UK Monarch, who was in on the kill, have done. Caught between a rock and a hard place. Help the Romanovs and Red Clydeside would have swept the country in fire. Help the homocidal, psychopathic, genocidal, Afflicted, commie, Kazari, New York funded bitch boys and Red Clydeside would string up the Royal family.
Oooooooo what a conundrum. Hey ho on with the show, Highers coming up soon. You aren’t supposed to recognise the signature of the puppetmaster.
You aren’t supposed to see the deliberate state of stasis induced to hide the kill or the steal. Induced by seemingly irreconcilable conflict and dead ended solutions. All fomented by ridiculously unreasonable forces concocted to keep the sane unsane and the mad in power.
The words you needed to know and would never be told are Bullingdon, OxBridge and Altinum.
Today’s examples of this kind of madness?
In UKplc you get thrown in the slammer for joking about blowing up airports in a manufactured security emergency. You also get to wander around the streets without hinderance yelling about killing the aboriginals if you are an asylum seeker/refugee nutter.
See the Bullingdon puppetmaster at work.
Don’t snicker USofA corp. You are going to get it right Royally. Commie Queenie wants her property back under control soon.
When these guys were in charge anyone pulling this shit would have had visitors.
However we now see the hidden hand because nowadays USofA corp. has been assimilated into the commie bitchboy world of the commintern bankers’ next ten year PLAN thanks to Jekyll’s plot and there is a nothing in the White House causing decision paralysis.
When you’ve got a rocket trail, a la Jericho, you know that political stasis is being engineered. That the appropriate bitchboys and boybitches are in place or queueing. That the induced madness which will turn the sane unsane is iGREEN. That the same madhatters are in power again getting ready to throw the die.
For the gamble is a sacrament.
However USofA corp, because you are broke, the funny funding for the homicidal, psychopathic, genocidal, Afflicted, commie, bankster bitchboys and boybitches will come from their extended familes parked, over there decades ago on plan, in Shanghai.
As DIcke says, whenever you have a bad case of the Keystone Cops near a crime scene then you know there is a puppetmaster at work. What type of Reduced Instruction Set Clown is ideal for the purpose?
However USofA corp, because you are broke, the funny funding for the homicidal, psychopathic, genocidal, Afflicted, commie, bankster bitchboys and boybitches will come from their extended familes parked, over there decades ago on plan, in Shanghai.
As DIcke says, whenever you have a bad case of the Keystone Cops near a crime scene then you know there is a puppetmaster at work. What type of Reduced Instruction Set Clown is ideal for the purpose?
Law givers of course. Take a look at the iGREEN lunacy to clarify that one. I wonder if the statutes will be applied in Iraq and Af/Pak.
Lawyers=RISC of deliberate confusion and stasis. Layers of lawyers causing societal torpor and releasing the moral pustulosolvent into any structure that can get in the way of the communitarian paradise they hope to shit, deliberate choice of word there, on top of.
Go on then check out what all those genocidal muppets were trained in when they were brought into the Commintern training regimes in London, Paris and Moscow before heading back to their home countries to kill everyone within their homelands with the banksters help.
The unquestioning certainty of arrogance versus the unquestioning certainty of ignorance.
Both deadly to the rest of us.
Sing me a song then on the X-Turder.
What are the names of the lawyers of its love? Mandela, Clinton, Blair, Fidel, Van Jones, Schwartz, Weathermen.
What are the names of the fools of its love? Any contested state in the Reduced Instruction Set Criminality, as above.
Never forget the foundations look after their own no matter what they have done. Don’t get in their way or you’ll at best end up in a broomcupboard counting paper clips.
How many numbers do you count in a Reduced Instruction Set Court?
Count Zero Statute.
Then invent and create our own numerology just to destroy their symboliotic simplicity.
Beavis and Butthead, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, STASI, NKVD, TPTB really hate that.
There is no point in raging against the machine, against the symbol and symbiosis. We might as well rage against the fairies. There is no doubt though that fairie believers will kill and like it. That they do believe their unsanity is proven to them by their success. They have the power and money.
However you and I know that their trinkets and traipings do not exist. It is a state of mind reinforced by a tissue of ritual, ceremony and worship in a repetitive Reduced Instruction State.
So be it, ignore and maneouvre. Leave them alone. Abandon their every offering, every invitation, every come on. We give them that imaginary power by our acceptance of the proferred poisoned chalice.
However the real fight, which we are losing, is the removal of the suppression of our imagination and humanity. Imagination and humanity is our spirit. Again I concur with DIcke, we are deep into a spiritual war. Most do not realise it.
We are not atomised as they’d like us to be. We are infinitely varied, the spermatazoon of the universe, though we realise singular. The RISC just want multiple clones of one seed. Well they can go fuck themselves into a frenzy in the sacred geometry of their temple cellars all they like, it ain’t going to happen.
Ignore those who will tilt at wankstators. Get creative everywhere, everytime and sabotage at every and all opportunity. Mess with their minds for they are truly spiritless.
We count, not them.
Lawyers=RISC of deliberate confusion and stasis. Layers of lawyers causing societal torpor and releasing the moral pustulosolvent into any structure that can get in the way of the communitarian paradise they hope to shit, deliberate choice of word there, on top of.
Go on then check out what all those genocidal muppets were trained in when they were brought into the Commintern training regimes in London, Paris and Moscow before heading back to their home countries to kill everyone within their homelands with the banksters help.
The unquestioning certainty of arrogance versus the unquestioning certainty of ignorance.
Both deadly to the rest of us.
Sing me a song then on the X-Turder.
What are the names of the lawyers of its love? Mandela, Clinton, Blair, Fidel, Van Jones, Schwartz, Weathermen.
What are the names of the fools of its love? Any contested state in the Reduced Instruction Set Criminality, as above.
Never forget the foundations look after their own no matter what they have done. Don’t get in their way or you’ll at best end up in a broomcupboard counting paper clips.
How many numbers do you count in a Reduced Instruction Set Court?
Count Zero Statute.
Then invent and create our own numerology just to destroy their symboliotic simplicity.
Beavis and Butthead, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, STASI, NKVD, TPTB really hate that.
There is no point in raging against the machine, against the symbol and symbiosis. We might as well rage against the fairies. There is no doubt though that fairie believers will kill and like it. That they do believe their unsanity is proven to them by their success. They have the power and money.
However you and I know that their trinkets and traipings do not exist. It is a state of mind reinforced by a tissue of ritual, ceremony and worship in a repetitive Reduced Instruction State.
So be it, ignore and maneouvre. Leave them alone. Abandon their every offering, every invitation, every come on. We give them that imaginary power by our acceptance of the proferred poisoned chalice.
However the real fight, which we are losing, is the removal of the suppression of our imagination and humanity. Imagination and humanity is our spirit. Again I concur with DIcke, we are deep into a spiritual war. Most do not realise it.
We are not atomised as they’d like us to be. We are infinitely varied, the spermatazoon of the universe, though we realise singular. The RISC just want multiple clones of one seed. Well they can go fuck themselves into a frenzy in the sacred geometry of their temple cellars all they like, it ain’t going to happen.
Ignore those who will tilt at wankstators. Get creative everywhere, everytime and sabotage at every and all opportunity. Mess with their minds for they are truly spiritless.
We count, not them.
Wednesday, 10 November 2010
Ceremonial Weapons
Nothing changes
Menschevik
Menschevik
Kulak
Community Organisers
Mentalists
We contribute.
We buy.
We Worship & Ritual.
I think we are incurable.
In our presented state.
We kill all the dead people.
That is correct.
Refute and bring it on.
Community Organisers
Mentalists
How many are they?
Doing the Djinn's work.
As Maximum Max sayidsauid recently, the aim is to have 99% of the human population subsisting on 2-3USD per day.
The cold war is coming.
Getting it yet?
Brrrrr..
Do you think that when the last two of us were left standing that we’d lose to a pustulent, inbred, onanistic, supremacist, buboid, virulent, afflicted fuckwitz? We always have. That thing is us.
We’ve been imprinted and memed.
As Maximum Max sayidsauid recently, the aim is to have 99% of the human population subsisting on 2-3USD per day.
The cold war is coming.
Getting it yet?
Brrrrr..
Do you think that when the last two of us were left standing that we’d lose to a pustulent, inbred, onanistic, supremacist, buboid, virulent, afflicted fuckwitz? We always have. That thing is us.
We’ve been imprinted and memed.
Who’s ceremonial weapons are these?
Have you done the body count?
We contribute.
We buy.
We Worship & Ritual.
I think we are incurable.
In our presented state.
We kill all the dead people.
That is correct.
Refute and bring it on.
Ignore and restore.
We are their danger.
They are Reduced Instruction Set Phukkedwitz.
They cannot handle being alive without killing vast numbers of us.
Ignore them and all they do and they will kill themselves.
It has been done before after all.
Monday, 11 October 2010
The Terrible Beauty in Beleif.
“I long for the day I can return to my beloved parents when my service is over.
I am here far away from home. Even when I die, no one will cry for me;
how lonely it is only to hear cicadas cry.
No one will come to visit my tomb. Then, I am better off buried along the road,
since someone might offer flowers.
I don’t care which flowers they offer. Perhaps camellia blooming in the wild along
the road?
No water is necessary, since it will rain.”
“die like beautiful falling cherry petals”
Yet many never volunteered, so do we have peer pressure at work or a fatal flaw in the behaviour of the human being? Strength or weakness?
Valour is as nothing, indeed a weakness, in the Methuselahn struggle. Martial might is a frail construct upon which to base your survival. Look back in time ask yourself just what are the successful strategies to ensure the survival of your seed? Don’t get all confused and start thinking about Darwinian and Malthusian preditive programming.
Don’t be thinking King of the jungle. Don’t be thinking Duelists. Don’t be thinking Red Baron vs Billy Bishop. Forget that stuff, you need to think survival of those who can take down more of the weakest than any rival. To set potential rivals against each other in a foolish survival of the fittest congame. You need to be ubiquitous and descernable by your signage and baggage. For that role you cannot allow yourself to be burdened with the weight of a state or ideology since those two factors require the protection of the weak by the strong, things to be built up. Let others build these things for you to take over.
Think Death Star Commander, who cares who built the thing just so long as you can use it to snuff out the lives of those you want to rob, preferably after a long period of turmoil in their midst so they won’t know what hits them. In fact getting them to beg you for help and then blasting them after you’ve looted all their valuables will give you a right hardon. Sweet.
Think long lines of traumatised refugees getting machine gunned by ground attack aircraft. Think destruction of anything that doesn’t contain precious metals, make sure you grab those, from their jaws especially.
All that is required is to look around and see that burning bush. How many years ago now? What was the population of the planet back then? A paultry few millions and into the that body of humanity was injected the hermetic memetic.
Put yourself in their place what would you do if you were them? Are you too special to think for yourself. Chosen to have a constantly repeated reduced set of instructions to shamble through every day. Driven to reduce all others to that simple set of rules. Ancient and backward. Simplified jinnbitchboys on Darkness’ monotonous chessboard.
Yet there are always replication errors in the genetics of the hermetic memetic. Every so often the great big cuckoo in our nest reveals itself and things like this give the game away.
God’s work? You fuckedwitz. You are a jinnbitchboy. What does he believe? Nothing. He’s runniing on a reduced instruction set. He’s divorced from humanity. Muppet. Jinn’s hand puppet. Hope you enjoy the fisting Lloyd.
This also suggests that a replication error has occurred.
Lloyd and his jinn worshipping empty sets, numerologically obsessed, astrological slaves and OCD’d retards are not part of us. They make that obvious over and over again by the millions of dead people they cause to appear thousands of miles away from their ceremonial sites and dank temple cellars of worship.
Jinn rewards them with all the money that doesn’t really exist, that is magic and proves to us their vacuous existence if you care to look. They are a RISC to us all, Reduced Instruction Set Counts. No wonder they are so shit at the arts and sciences. Everything they do is ugly. The haggard diseased mask of their unbeleif. They know not what they believe. They are nihilistic.
Truly retarded creations of the jinn, too thick to be anything other than banksters and Rock/Roth flunkies. Anywhere anyone or any group has their own belief system these RISCs will sidle up and take them out. They hate anyone operating with a fuller deck than them.
This takes me back to the beautiful falling cherry blossoms.
I don’t judge them, I just ask you to compare. You would never find a RISC with the backbone to do any of that. Jinn needs you to hide, the hermetic memetic you carry cannot be risked.
I am here far away from home. Even when I die, no one will cry for me;
how lonely it is only to hear cicadas cry.
No one will come to visit my tomb. Then, I am better off buried along the road,
since someone might offer flowers.
I don’t care which flowers they offer. Perhaps camellia blooming in the wild along
the road?
No water is necessary, since it will rain.”
“die like beautiful falling cherry petals”
Yet many never volunteered, so do we have peer pressure at work or a fatal flaw in the behaviour of the human being? Strength or weakness?
Valour is as nothing, indeed a weakness, in the Methuselahn struggle. Martial might is a frail construct upon which to base your survival. Look back in time ask yourself just what are the successful strategies to ensure the survival of your seed? Don’t get all confused and start thinking about Darwinian and Malthusian preditive programming.
Don’t be thinking King of the jungle. Don’t be thinking Duelists. Don’t be thinking Red Baron vs Billy Bishop. Forget that stuff, you need to think survival of those who can take down more of the weakest than any rival. To set potential rivals against each other in a foolish survival of the fittest congame. You need to be ubiquitous and descernable by your signage and baggage. For that role you cannot allow yourself to be burdened with the weight of a state or ideology since those two factors require the protection of the weak by the strong, things to be built up. Let others build these things for you to take over.
Think Death Star Commander, who cares who built the thing just so long as you can use it to snuff out the lives of those you want to rob, preferably after a long period of turmoil in their midst so they won’t know what hits them. In fact getting them to beg you for help and then blasting them after you’ve looted all their valuables will give you a right hardon. Sweet.
Think long lines of traumatised refugees getting machine gunned by ground attack aircraft. Think destruction of anything that doesn’t contain precious metals, make sure you grab those, from their jaws especially.
All that is required is to look around and see that burning bush. How many years ago now? What was the population of the planet back then? A paultry few millions and into the that body of humanity was injected the hermetic memetic.
Put yourself in their place what would you do if you were them? Are you too special to think for yourself. Chosen to have a constantly repeated reduced set of instructions to shamble through every day. Driven to reduce all others to that simple set of rules. Ancient and backward. Simplified jinnbitchboys on Darkness’ monotonous chessboard.
Yet there are always replication errors in the genetics of the hermetic memetic. Every so often the great big cuckoo in our nest reveals itself and things like this give the game away.
God’s work? You fuckedwitz. You are a jinnbitchboy. What does he believe? Nothing. He’s runniing on a reduced instruction set. He’s divorced from humanity. Muppet. Jinn’s hand puppet. Hope you enjoy the fisting Lloyd.
This also suggests that a replication error has occurred.
Lloyd and his jinn worshipping empty sets, numerologically obsessed, astrological slaves and OCD’d retards are not part of us. They make that obvious over and over again by the millions of dead people they cause to appear thousands of miles away from their ceremonial sites and dank temple cellars of worship.
Jinn rewards them with all the money that doesn’t really exist, that is magic and proves to us their vacuous existence if you care to look. They are a RISC to us all, Reduced Instruction Set Counts. No wonder they are so shit at the arts and sciences. Everything they do is ugly. The haggard diseased mask of their unbeleif. They know not what they believe. They are nihilistic.
Truly retarded creations of the jinn, too thick to be anything other than banksters and Rock/Roth flunkies. Anywhere anyone or any group has their own belief system these RISCs will sidle up and take them out. They hate anyone operating with a fuller deck than them.
This takes me back to the beautiful falling cherry blossoms.
I don’t judge them, I just ask you to compare. You would never find a RISC with the backbone to do any of that. Jinn needs you to hide, the hermetic memetic you carry cannot be risked.
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