Motherfuckin World War Three

Gonna buy a fuck ton of canned goods and Jell-O. Got a thousand packs of cigarettes. Gonna hole up in a Mormon Church. Gonna sharpen sticks. Gonna get me a gas mask and a flash light. Gonna stack the bricks up in an orderly manner. Gonna wait for the bombs with my poodle. Got a helmet for the poodle. And four years of poodle food.

IS IT WORLD WAR THREE YET?

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Are you a Penguin or a Seal?

This morning I attempted to write a piece to be displayed on the tumblr and blog pages. It was going to be a piece about Donald Trump preforming lewd acts with girls of lower social responsibility - even though they are the best in the world, or course. And only the best for that man, right? Instead I found myself reading an article about seals raping penguins. I watched three videos of it as well. Scientist are still in the process of figuring out why this happens. Maybe we will never know, but honestly, I blame Trump for the incidents. In the Vietnam era, you were asked if you were a dove or a hawk. In the Trump era you will be asked are you a penguin or a seal. I'm pretty sure that the majority of people reading this would identify with the seal, futilely pecking away at the blubbery mass of rape that lay on it.

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Nigga' I see you slippin'

But seriously, we've been really lazy.

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We met on Tinder

So I met this guy on Tinder the other day. It was was going well and we had met up a couple times for coffee and a couple times for drinks. So I finally take him home and we get to touching and kissing and all. When it came down to take him taking off my panties and going for it we hit a road block. He started talking about Jesus and how he was saving himself for the right one. "What the Fuck!" I thought. "I think you are using the wrong dating site", I told him. After that I broke it off and we didn't see each other any more. I'd give the whole experience a 6.4/10. I just wish a swipe right meant full commitment. I guess one day I'll meet the one that's the right fit.

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Happy Kim Jong-il's Deathday

Presents in the form on yet another Kim Jong-il issue.


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The Manual of Kim Jong-il

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Happy 9/11 Day !!!

I hope you are all wearing your flags at mast!!

Also issue 30 Trying to exit with grace and dignity

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On the cage of the narrative

"There are no stories in the world. There is no such thing as a story, there are only events and occurrences. We tend to deny this, but it is the only truth. These occurances are totally without moral interest or value. We ascribe, we create, the moral aspects and the value to the events. We pick the events and subevents that we find salient or convenient, those that we desire and link them together and turn them into a story. It is at once a skill but also a natural movement. Inescapable. It is something we have in us, impossible to stifle. It is a natural urge, a tic, a fault really. I call it a fault because consider how frequently our lives are made worst by story creation. Consider how much our lives would be improved if we could just accept the randomness of events, could just accept that things happened for no reason. Consider how much happier we would be if we didn’t get stuck asking the why questions, or trying to figure out the how’s of the world. We would be so much happier, really. We would be freed from a lot of time spent ruminating and worrying. Of trying to connect disparate points. We would just accept that things happen, nearly always for no reason or at best out of chance. 

We wouldn’t look for reasons behind disasters or pain or atrocity. We wouldn’t look for retribution or revenge or any of that. We wouldn’t try to live our lives like stories with defined heroes and villains and narrative arcs but would simply accept what happened, what came to us and let it be, knowing that nearly nothing occurred because of our own choosing but nearly always from outside sources and causes. Not only in ourselves this would free us up from other, and from creating narratives for larger things, like businesses, countries, religions.

Interesting how religion is just a narrative. It is a story you tell yourself that then guides your actions. Too narratives of the future, i.e. if I do this now then these good things will happen to me in the future, these good situations will be made inevitable somewhere down the line. How do these help us? Do they ever really come true? Do these things come true most of the time or some of the time or never?

These narratives of the self, perhaps most disrupting, allow us to feel self-pity and indignation and so on. We create one story for ourselves and when that story does not fulfill we get angry and shunt these feelings to other places. We sublimate these feelings in a way and end up in these locked in cycles that just make us feel bad.

I guess none of this is new. I think the really interesting part is how it is pretty much impossible for us to keep ourselves from making narratives from random events. Like what would it be like to totally train yourself to stop doing this? What would a person who could do this be like? How would a person who had removed the narratives of their lives live? Would this person be happier or feel more free or be aware of this trait (I guess they would have to be because they would force themselves to do this)? How would this person interact with the world, how would this person approach things. It makes me thing that they would be really strange, that they would be really unusual. It makes me thing they would stand out in a crowd, or in conversation.

I mean but really this would be impossible. It just wouldn’t work. This need to make stories. This need to string together events and connect them. This need to connect ever part of these events into a coherent string so that each part follows (logically, I guess) from the once proceeding it. The tendency to take distinct points in time and space and connect them and ascribe some value to those points and then some value to the whole so that one ends up with this coherent package, this thing that can be pointed to."

The long awaited number 26

...and I Quiver With Joy
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404

not really

I killed time by reading this.

I killed the mood by showing up. I killed the power and killed the show. The band almost killed it. I killed the lights, then I killed my enemy. I killed the dragon for my king. I killed millions for my country. I killed the bottle by drinking it. I killed the joint by smoking it. I killed the raccoon by driving over it. I killed the conversation when I mentioned unmentionables. I killed a man for money. I killed a man that almost killed me. I killed for pleasure, I don't anymore. I killed the rat in my house. I killed the rat in my organization. I killed an elephant, they are extinct now. I killed the chance for the future to study a live elephant. I killed the elephant for pleasure. I killed my brother. I killed my aunt. I killed my father. I killed my fuckin' dog. I killed a lot of things. I killed germs off my hands. I killed Germans with my hands. I killed my braincells. I killed them all. But most importantly I Killed my Father. I killed him for pleasure.

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Get Ready To Be Sucked On!

Get ready for this summer's next blockbuster pile of nothing! No, it's not Shia La Beouf running rampant with his ‘Robot-Friendship League of Goodness’ or a particular Greek trying to cope with domestic life, after having completed an incredible to-do list, becoming a soldier of fortune or aging film stars turned retired soldiers turn the world's most feared anti-terrorist/terrorist unit. No, sorry this next blockbuster has none of that. In fact it's not even a movie or a blockbuster. Nevertheless, get ready for zombies [a shotgun blast is heard], traveling people [a crowd of people scream], love and loss [a woman crying], weird things [yet another shotgun blast], triangles [the sound of people gasping], and not too many dick jokes [a hearty round of applause]. Get ready for the action-adventure-family-comedy-sci-fi-classic-with-something for everybody-and-a-heart-in-just-the-right-spot twenty-third installment of the Nada series. Get ready to be sucked on by "Getting suckedon by the Bermuda Triangle".

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Россия, вы всегда будете в моем Хартленд

Imagine Vladimir Putin and Ambraham Lincoln arm wrestling in a snow capped valley in the arctic or maykosky and Hart crane laying bridge and eating cheese curds looking with unsteady eyes at lake Erie and maybe arguing although you get the sense that Cranes rather bored. Parts of Indiana resemble parts of Crimea and both of them are shadows of something that one could call home. Russia you'll always be in my heartland.

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UNCLASSIFIED

                Hurricane Laura is back, she is in every city at any given time, and depending on geographic location, a catastrophe or a murmur heard under world or in the stratosphere. I have given three years to thinking about the damage reaped by hurricanes, and already so many words and hours and yet, so many to come with Hurricane Laura, who, like the aftermath of Sandy, is only a heap of failure and alert sensitivity to doom, but there have always been and always will be hurricanes, I'm spending all my money on hurricane protection, but I doubt it will do a thing, you know me.  


Already so invested in the situation

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OPERATION SCORPION

Anothing fucking Monday

Monday morning found Tom Sawyer miserable. Monday morning always found him so -- because it began another week's slow suffering in school. He generally began that day with wishing he had had no intervening holiday, it made the going into captivity and fetters again so much more odious.

People on Monday

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Could you do just one thing for me before you tuck yourself in at night?

PRAY FOR AMERICA

PRAY FOR AMERICA

PRAY FOR AMERICA

Kim Jong-il, long may you run

Two years in the ground, but always in our hearts. This one goes out to you Kim Jong-il.
Issue best enjoyed with the North Korean National Anthem. Kim Il-sung and Kim Jong-suk enjoyed it while they fucked to create our dearest leader Kim Jong-il, that is a fact.



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