Ur The Man

Concerning Horoscopes and Tarot Cards

A short summation, Horoscopes: bullshit, Tarot: Psychologically useful, but not for the reasons you think.  Fun fact, men ONLY know horoscopes because women place some weird emphasis on it, fun fact if you let sign compatibility dictate who you date, you deserve to be alone and we dont need your genes in the genepool.

Tarot is interesting ( not mystic at all ) in that depending what pattern you draw, its usually like this is the problem, this is a thing(s) effecting the problem, heres the things affecting you making a decision on how to solve the obstacles of the problem yadda yadda yadda.  theres nothing mystic about it, it just forces you to focus on your problems and possible causes and solutions.

In summation, horoscopes, kill yourself, dont care if youre a virgo or whatever, thats Babylonian babble.  Tarot, try it sometime

The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark's underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and hands, with its sickly light, making him long for a mirror in which to study his face. Surely he'd be able to see the bones beneath the meat; the skull gleaming the way his teeth gleamed when he smiled. After all, wasn't that what a smile said? Hello, world, this is the way I'll look when the wet parts are rotted.

Clive Barker, The Great and Secret Show

A man, perhaps even you, sits one day on a rockface high above a roaring sea.  He lights a cigarette, and watches as the water batters the rocks, as he watches, for hours the waters rise and fall, he contemplates that fate itself must work in much the same way, he inserts himself into this concept and continues contemplating his existence.  

A small child happens upon the man, the rock face though precarious being easily reachable by a certain means, and pulls from her pocket a small collection of shells and rocks she has found, and how proud she is of them.  The man speaks with her awhile, about her collection and how its a wonderful collection, the only of its kind in all of existence, and produces his own pretty rock he found on his walk, and places it in her hand.

The mother, finding lost child apprehensively calls to her, seeing she is amongst company of this strange man on the rock face.  As it happens, it then comes to pass a strong breeze hits them and the frail girl is sent hurtling towards the edge of the rocks, and the man grabbing her coat, stops her from tumbling down the cliffside.

The mother frantically runs towards the man and flings herself onto him, latching on in unbenounced appreciation and depth.  The man not anticipating this, loses footing and the man and mother topple down the rocks and the child is left an orphan, just her and her rocks.

No good deed goes unpunished, as they say.

an observation on the sexes by no one, IE me.  Women appear to be small children always, always needing validation, attention, affirmation they are alive via pretty nailpolish and well groomed hair, what have you, however when one is to observe this, they are reprehensible, terrible people, and are surely just sexist. 

Women dont lead the statistics in cutting and bulimia because men demand that of them, thats their own fuckin looney minds at work, and i refuse to be the scapegoat for womens fuckin hysteria, both sexes are damaged, your sex is just damaged in a very vocal fuckin, look at me sort of way...charming.

I carved you a little pumpkin Tumblr.  Holidays, carving Pumpkins, Carving turkey, cutting the christmas ham, nothing says celebration like drunks with knives

Lately I'm reading literature from 1930's Japan, I'm reading 1960's scifi, im reading 1800s philosophy and Ill tell ya a funny thing about it, nothing has changed, and probably nothing will change

A Thought on Brain Neurology and Hallucinogenics

( Working Title: A drunk monkey tries to lazily teach other monkeys the essence of monkeyness through half explanation and zero sources sited )

We are our brains, we know this, but do we really grasp what that means?  We are lumps of fat, with, for easy example lumps of different fat in which not actual thoughts but memories reside.  We fire an electrical charge through pathways to said fat pockets, think of it like hallways to different doors.  How your mind actually works, it doesn’t tell you fire is hot, you see fire and subconsciously remember a time when you were burned and know fire is hot.

So firstly your brains working in a sort of weird unbenounced symbolism, but here’s the fun bit:

A.) the more the “hallways” are used the wider they get, electricity always seeks the path of least residence, thus if you are depressed, anxious, what have you that is partly why, those hallways are big, but most lead to one redirectory door, we’ll cover that...

B.) each time you visit a door, each time you remember, you dont remember the event, you actually remember REMEMBERING the event, so each time you open the door like a bad game of telephone the room is different, the couch is green now and not blue or whatever.

Now i wont get into the complexities of the brain and all the different areas, but for easy talk, we have a part of the brain that’s like our autopilot, our automatic train of thought, when you watch tv, ,when you take a bath, when you do anything not too hard, you’re half in auto pilot.  It used to be rumored, and is now confirmed by science that hallucinogens expand the mind, and they make you more creative, and why that is, is most these hallways lead to this autopilot door, which then directs you down familiar hallways.  Psilocybin Mushrooms in particular, shut down this autopilot section, and thus you have to discover, lets call them round about hallways

These hallways which cut out that autopilot central hall directory, electricity will attempt to find the door its searching for for whatever experience its looking to relearn from at that moment, however it will often find a closer door, an unlocked door, which will open and be a recollection of a different memory that teaches the same thing, fire hot, whatever.  The brain has a way of compensating like that in more ways than one. 

Mushrooms are now being used fairly regularly in western medicine to cure depression, because unlike contemporary anti depressants, which depress the parts of the brain that create the depression, or stimulate the parts that will help, etc, they dont control the regulation of the squeaky door so to say, they find a whole new door, time and time again, your brain all doors.  Xanax will inhibit the anxiety bit of your brain, but you’ll always need xanax, youll never be cured, and really lets be honest western medicine doesn’t want you cured, you wont buy the xanax then.

If you love knowledge, if you love your brain, do mushrooms, drop acid, just like all the anti pot propaganda, its all lies and science proves its all lies time and time again.  Don’t do heroin, don’t smoke meth, but definitely trip.  Thank you for your kind attention, and i hope we can taste colors together sometime soon.