And Heres A Song About Being Lost At Sea, And Deciding Who To Eat, And Right After Eating Said Person,

Watching nazi shit lately, Anne frank made it til something like 3 weeks before the war ended, she and her sister died of typhoid, shall we then assume that despite good or bad, we are to make it right up until we may make it, and die short? Do we all simply live JUST to die? what is life, is life truly contingent on those around you that allow it?  Is life forever a witch hunt?

Are you only heard when some crazy force silences you?  if anne frank, despite her words that should have been heard, were ugly, would her diary sell as well?  Many many MANY deep thinking minds were destroyed in ww2,i find it strangely convenient that the stories that sell best are the ones with a good face that are edited well, are all stories contingent on how we sell them to the tribe of man?

What makes a story you want to read,is it the thoughts therein or is it how pretty the thoughts are worded, do the sounds need to come out of a face you somehow remotely relate to?  what IS it you consider depth, and more importantly WHY is it considered depth?  Have you any questions to ask?  Is the editor of the story really the one that makes ya dick hard/ginny tickle, do you even know what it IS that really tickles you? Questions Questions.

Shall it then forever be a battle of who has the prettiest words,or is it, supplementally the one who says the words closest to your own thoughts?  Do you strive to relate to people or do you strive to find those who would mirror yourself in your small view of the world and tiny endeavors therein?  

shall you then punish those who would deny your instant gratification?  should a stifling word become you antithesis?   Have I done too many mushrooms in my life?  Probably...

Do you really know what it is to be alive before you face death?  How many people do you have to bury do you think before youve outlived enough people?  what is it you want from life, what the fuck IS it you want?!

Do you imagine death as some floating experience in the clouds, do you see it as the end?  Are there truly any ends?  What IS it to end?  are not all beginnings some other end?  Can your tiny brain even conceive of not being?  If not, is that some copping mechanism?   Are you just stupid?  what IS stupid?

Are the victims of the world the only voices that matter?  Do we all not suffer our own hell, Is the winner not really a loser? Has not every action we should do have repercussions of which we cant comprehend, can we even comprehend ourselves?  

Will our spouses that cheat on us, or our self involved children save us from such fates?  are we just dooming those around us to suffer in our fate, to drown in the tides of our own raging waters?  Why is it we only destroy that which we hold dear?

Are you breathing right now?  Are you sure?  if you were to wake up tomorrow after that 8 hour death and find out there were infact no life to return to,would YOU be any different?  Do you cry out of pain or do you cry for attention?  What IS it to cry?....

“ Im a hot junkie girl, all my bills are paid for me and my life is SO tough...”

" Walter Benjamin, he wrote an essay titled: ' The Destructive Character ' in which he said ' The destructive character is cheerful and friendly, and knows only one motto, make room. ' and there is no moral value whatsoever in that...no good, no evil.  No apocalyptic ulterior motives associated with it, no war and destructive wrath." " There is nothing more than the need thereby recognized, that for all, for every, for anything new to emerge, the preconditions must first be created, the old must be eliminated, room must be made, and that's simply why destruction is needed. " - Blixa Bargeld, Einstürzende Neubauten

I’m a huge Dock Boggs fan, also any music thats as good as it is annoying is ok in my book.

and since i just seem to be arbitrarily posting music ya dont know ( because I’m lazy ) here’s a song you know in a language youve never heard, youd be shocked maybe to find this language is actually the granddaddy of English, but we dont want the tumblr community thinking too abstractly now do we.

Rap started as African American expressionism, done in minimalist fashion due to lack of equipment, it started as early as the 50′s in one form or another.  It has since gone from expressionism to capitalism, but we wont get into that.  I find though, ironically, Shakespearean English may have rolled off the tongue nicely but modern English is very bumbly and flows only due to added suffixes, in my opinion anyways.

I find it amazing all the international rap I hear, Russian I think is THE perfect language for rap ( really I’ve always thought Russian was a beautiful language anyways, French is very overrated ) but English being the bastard Child of low German and Scandinavian dialects, you’d think say German rap would be just as bumbly as English, yet somehow even IT flows very nicely in poetic verse.  I’m actually a German speaker, but that has nothing to do with this post other than i know the lyrics to this song aren’t overly deep or creative, BUT, the flow for a language usually considered ugly is, incredible to me, and Sido has always done it well.

Concerning Lucifer part 1

Lucifer, latin for the morning star, venus, or simply light bringer, the enlightened one.  In pre Judaic times, Canaanite mythology, Lucifer, or Attar, as he’s referred as, attempted to claim the throne of Ba'al and, finding he was unable to do so, descended and ruled the underworld.  Our Judaeo-Christian version is about the same, in ours Lucifer thought God was treating humans as children and puppets and thought we could handle more, he also thought he could handle more and was being underutilized in heaven, and god and him had a war and you know the rest.

In the garden, he appears as a serpent, and tells Eve to eat from the “ tree of knowledge of good and evil “ which we all sort of assume is sex, and yeah, it is, but it has more undertones than that, anyways I digress.  He wanted humans, being godlike in the very nature of their creation, like lucifer, in gods image, thought they deserved to know more. 

If you actually read the bible, and take it literally ( it’s been proven atheists actually know the bible a large percentage more than devout christians, like the bible says, know thy enemy... ) then everything that makes humans, humans, is due to lucifers influence.  Our need to question, explore ( especially sexually ) our distaste for authority and our love of knowledge and of conquer.  Our innate need to scape the world in straight lines we can understand rather than letting the path wind as it may. 

All god did was make us, kick us out of his house, drowned us, turned us to salt, then said well you’re on your own now, and abandoned us.  In the book of Job God makes a bet with Satan, God being petty as he is says no no, people all love me, look at job, job praises me daily.  Satan says well thats just because you’re good to him, if you werent hed curse your name.  So god killed all of jobs livestock and crops, killed his wife and children and gave job painful blisters all over his body, and job still praises gods name.  God turns to satan and says ha ha poopyface, see, i win!  Poopyface.  and Satan presumably takes a sip of booze in silent horror and confusion and says yup, you win again, i guess...

Satan appeared to jesus when he was in the desert and said you know, ya dads gonna kill you, your friends betrayed you and i just wanted you to know, im not like, asking for your soul or anything.  And jesus was like fuck you satan my daddys the best, my daddies always right poopyface!  and satan shrugged and said like, the fuck is up with these people...can lead a horse to water I guess, then he presumably got drunk and had some kinky leatherclad fetish sex with someone. 

People are always hating on Satan, because they dont understand him, and nothing scares humans more than what they cant understand.

“ But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian's daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest? “ - Mark Twain

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.

RIP America, You Won’t Be Missed

Once upon a time, Hitler took power in Germany and the German people backed him, under the guise of a work party to compensate lost jobs due to immigration, and we all know how THAT went.  The Germans, they took a long rich history of intelligent hard working people, and forever ruined their credibility thereafter.

When America elected trump, under the guise of immigrants ruining our welfare, and by improving our infrastructure somehow magically by creating more jobs no one wants and by building a wall on a border that’s nothing but underground drug tunnels,  we did the exact same thing, and when america fails and disappears, which it will, we will be a footnote in a book written in some new language, we'll go down as a short lived failed experiment of redneck morons, built on lies, genocide and slavery, and ending just as cartoony, and not soon enough.

I’m an American, a REAL American, none of this eagle bumpersticker love it or leave it horseshit, an American questions, an American doesn’t love it or leave it, he changes it through peaceful democratic means.  This whole heritage not hate shit is just that, shit, you don’t see Germans flying swastika flags for history.  No you’re neonazis and that’s why you elected trump, lets be honest now,  He said everything your ill-informed mind wanted to hear, you, much like him, researched none of the facts, he just said shit, and you just listened because it was what you wanted to hear, and now we as Americans have lost what LITTLE intellectual credibility we had in the world, and will probably get bombed from if not it, the domino effect thereafter.

The Buddhist in me would like to remind you: Everything is as it should be, and we live long enough to be enlightened enough to be dead for even longer, to be free of the suffering of need, by no longer having any needs.  Don’t cry when America is gone, don’t cry when anyones gone, you’re a child of the Earth and to the Earth you’ll return, anything else is Babylonian babble.  America....it was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it kids?

Aldous Huxley’s death note.