Welcome to the Town Of Far Away. We hope you enjoy your visit.
– Town Motto: “If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.” -Marcus Tullius Cicero
– Town Mission: “Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.” -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
– Town Vision: “Everything we got, until we think of something better.”-Mayor, Richard J. Daley
Town Hall . .~Dos and Don’t in Far Away
smile genuinely and often.
mind your p’s and q’s, and hold the door open.
say thank you to those who hold the door open.
take a penny, leave a penny.
when in public, dress for guests.
treat family like company, and company like family.
exercise daily.
if angered, confused or troubled, take a walk.
if still angered, confused or troubled, clean something.
if still angered, confused or troubled, call dad or the like.
on occasion, enjoy doing nothing.
learn a skill, take up a hobby, become good at something else.
practice and learn to stop talking.
if there is trash in your path, pick it and toss it in the dustbin.
choose nature over modernity.
drive carefully.
never drink to excess.
do not break wind in an elevator, there is a $500 fine.
before walking into a public or private space, your body odor should not make other’s wretch, $500 fine..
send lost people home.
emancipation is age 21.
it’s all in the timing.
one vote per household.
single people live in apartments, families live in a house, widow/widower decide.
truth and loyalty are valued more than money.
know your breaking point.
no one is allowed to profit off a disease or war, only the cure and peace, but do not think you can make war or create disease in order to profit off of the cure, that will only create for you, life in prison.
sometimes, it’s time to go.
if you want nice and well meaning people to go away, ignore them.
if you make a statement of fact, back it up, post the link.
(more coming soon)
. . . Town Mascots ~Places of Interest in Far Away
Bol’shoy Library.
Atticus II, Outdoor Theatre (seasonal).
Tuesday’s Farmer’s Market (seasonal).
Fun Time, Water Slide & Ballooning (seasonal).
Fun Time, Skiing and Skating (seasonal).
Fun Time, Mountain Cycling & Bungee (at your peril).
Fun Time, Bowling & Roller Skating (seasonal).
Fun Time, Putt-Putt & Kiddieland Amusement (seasonal).
Lake Chrysos, Swimming, Sailing and Fishing (seasonal).
Lake Chrysos, Ice Skating, Hockey and Plunging (seasonal).
Mel’s Shooting, Archery & Golf Range (seasonal).
~Community
American Legion
Masonic Hall
Gnostic Church
Christian Churches
Asatru Temple
Far Away History Museum
Far Away Gun Club
. . . Town Seal . . . ~Festivals and Events in Far Away
~City Services
Mayor’s Office
Housing
Health & Clinic
Water & Sewer
Electric & Gas
Streets & Sanitation
Forestry & Landscaping
Sheriff’s Department
Magistrate
Fire Department
Schools & Rec
Post Office
Radio Station
Free Internet
Library: History & Philosophy Lectures.
Weekend Movies & Films.
we need more of this
(the conspiracy is to divide and conquer, by the people who say this is a conspiracy, they work for the money men)
What is Project 3? It is a novel. A different kind of novel, more on that later.
The story begins on a dark and rainy night in the Capital City of TBA.
The Plot: A group of low key highly trained mercenaries and weapon’s experts slip in and out of the book, with little to no detection. They are always covert, and known to carry false evidence to mislead the security force known as, the Black-lace Masks. They do this until the very end of the book, few have ever been caught.
There is also a group of lawyers who bring high drama to the story. They are a crack team of attorneys working, mostly in secret, who are well practiced in RICO Law. They create a media circus, because one insider is a dedicated state Attorney General, and his shadowy figure companion has the goods on the media cartel.
There is always high intrigue, conspiracy theories presented, and sometimes solved, and on occasion a miracle, just like real life.
Nuts & Bolts: This is a Community Project. The idea is to take current news and entertainment topics and blend them into this WORK OF FICTION. You will always get full credit for your contributions, which you can leave in the comments, email them or tweet them. You should, however, chose an author’s name, real or nom de guerre. You are allowed to tag your story onto the plot of the stories by other contributors, or you can work as an independent contractor. Be aware, your characters can be saints in this story and someone can come along and write that they once had a sketchy past. If you wish, you can then counter, accusing them of being an agent provocateur. Keep it in mind, it’s not a good thing to get stuck in circles or fights. Be civil, funny, have humility and take the compliment, also, act your age not your shoes size. Any proven plagiarism will have to be deleted.
Also, if for some reason this project ends up making some sort of fortune all contributors will have a share in the project. Otherwise this is for fun, fiction and fantasy no matter how good, bad or real the ideas are. If you want to work through nuances with other contributors, we’ll start a group on twitter.
Rules and Standards: this will grow
1. You can write just a few words or several paragraphs.
2. If you wish to go on for more than three paragraphs your continued contribution will be placed in a linked side page according to date submitted.
3. Come and go as you please.
4. One word in all caps is part of a secret code.
5. End your contribution with you initials or sign-off moniker.
6. Keep it clean, no porn. If you wish to provide proof of any allegations, link the post on your twitter via jpg. Any and all CP will be reported to the authorities, no exceptions.
7. Spammers will be arrested and used as weapons by the experts.
8. First come first served unless stated.
So, jump in! Tell us who your characters are, or create an event for others to hook onto.
Project 3
Chpt1 – It Begins
It was a dark and rainy night in the Capital City of TBA.
since I never completed the original, and David Lynch has gone missing, again, time to pick up where I left off in 2017. BACK! —–> to the miraculous white supremacy – pt 2, project!
last time… Day 129.
forgotten ol fashions make way,
on celebration’s day.
Incantation: clickity-clicks a scrap n clatters abracadabrahocuspocusmumbojumbo something once lost is now found.
Catechism murmurs; should it be disturbed or left preserved?
the muse doth whisper, let’s find out.
. . Day 134.
cheating and forgetting. (see entries 130 through 134)
. . Day 135.
almost 6 years, has it been?
where has the time gone?
so much has changed, not in a good way.
google became evil, truly evil.
a bad seed
terminate.
. . Day 136.
. . Day 137. tick tock clock time
. . Day 138.
. . Day 139. Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach,
undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life. – Hesse place
. . Day 140.
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. . Day 142.
You are over the daily limit for sending Tweets.
. . Day 143.
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. . Day 147.
Where we went wrong.
We said, everyone was a winner,
no losers,
a trophy at the end of every finish-line,
everyone wins because you are a unique snowflake.
Consequences were a time-out,
endless time outs,
for every mistake and for every bad behavior.
reinforced that everyone is equal and the same,
regardless of culture or station,
but equality and culture don’t mix,
one has to go.
Equality means you must stop building so others can catch up,
denial of culture means you lose your identity and the bond with your people.
Eventually, it’ll all catch up,
nature will reset, it always does,
you can’t deny nature,
it’s built in,
hubris to try.
To say, we are all one species and should simply get along,
how do you get along when you will have to kill those who do not think like you in order for everyone to think and be the same,
like you?
this contradicts your premise.
Everyone who gave up their culture,
even with the hope of equality or simply to survive,
lost their identity,
their collective snowflake,
and they lost their companionship,
they became,
slaves.
. . Day 148.
. . Day 149.
#helots
. . Day 150.
geophagy p /dʒiː`ɑːfədʒiː/ . .
Day 151. . .
Day 152.
low hanging fruit usSOF
save the world
seriously, you can save the world . .
Day 153.
Think how a lion, mauling the soft weak young
of a running deer, clamped in his massive jaws,
cracks their backbones with a snap – she’s stormed in,
invading the lair to tear their tender hearts out
and the mother doe, even if she’s dose by,
what can she do to save her fawns? She is helpless –
terrible trembling racks her body too – and suddenly
off she bounds through the glades and the thick woods,
drenched in sweat, leaping clear of the big eat’s pounce.
So not a single Trojan could save those two from death,
they fled themselves before the Argive charge. . .
Day 154. . .
Day 155. requires immediate justice . .
Day 156. . .
Day 157.
only idiots and neocons believe OBL did 911. Though the heavens fall, justice will be done! Even after the grave, hunters will travel through the gates of hell, pull you up for the trial; a jury of the quick and the dammed. Each day your sentence will be chained to a new rock and you will feel the pain, anguish and fear your action put upon the innocent. Your suffering will bring a new evil into the world that will gnaw forever at your liver, and the compost it lays will build a cave around you, that will never set you free. You will be the architype of what never should have been.
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Day 158.
why do I keep forgetting this? . .
Day 159. . .
Day 160.
My Favorite Documentary is Idiocracy . .
Day 161. date
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Day 162.
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Day 163. see 155. . .
Day 164.
This not for you.
Working for the Federal Government offers many advantages, especially these days. . .
Day 165.
removing my btc from twitter
1G1W36McVZdJN8tRsBKtRpWB2sC8ajT7ct . .
Day 166.
It’s hard, getting hit with so much stupidity at once. . .
Day 167.
grrrrrrrrrrr. . .
Day 168.
must say best meme to date on the topic
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Day 169.
Devil wears a suit and tie
Saw him driving down the 61 in early July
White as a cotton field and sharp as a knife
I heard him howling as he passed me by . .
Day 170. . .
Day 171.
will they let him run or kill him too? . .
Day 172. . .
. . Day 173.
The harsh and stark reality that I need to buy a gun,
and the realization that safety requires I will need to use it.
The only questions are, do I need a prescription or a referral?
. . Day 174.
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. . Day 176. . .
Day 177.
I remember the moment, the event that made me turn my back on feminism, not the historical context, the need for women’s rights, the protect of children, but when I saw the ugly face pushing women into concubines for the profiteers of Madison Avenue and all who employ them.
the miraculous white supremacy is a random off the wall word project with little to no meaning or context, much like white supremacy in the US and I needed a year long project just in case.
365 day of ideas and topics to deliberate, things to do and see, something to write home about or not.
defiantly dadaish.
got an idea to add, comment below, I’ll add it to the day with credit (if you want).
no cost to participate, a.k.a free.
started 082017
Day 1. winning the lottery could cure the mundane.
Day 2. go to the Trevi Fountain write about something there no one will ever read.
Day 3. people create things, write songs, make inventions and each inventor declares that some low income based family receive a chunk of the financial benefits of the creation.
Day 4. in three words.
Day 5. 4327.18
a. national cherry popsicle day is fast approaching, stock up! (jasper)
Day 6. in America it’s every man for himself – in the US Corporations you’re an employee, prepare to die for the profits of Wall Street.
Day 7.
a. it’s all yours, tanks!
Day 8. do you ever suffer from hydro-oxi evapotranspiration?
Day 9.
“That which is falling must also be pushed.” -Nietzsche
“Having a high IQ only makes you clever it doesn’t make you smart” -ish
“…. he wasn’t much into fame or fortune, and though the death was tragic and sad, it was highly unusual. No one had ever drowned by eating too much watermelon before. He made it into the Guinness World Record Book. Death By Watermelon. Killed by a pink squash. You just couldn’t make that up.”
Day 10. “So like I ask God for help and he’s all like, “Okay, here, go pick up this shit up again!” And I’m like, “Wait a sec, let me check my numbers, and then I’m like thinkin’ what’s the point of living?””
The Nazi party died in 1944 – the tyrants today are behind all the wars and run all the banks. You’re angry and fighting an imagination put in your head by your masters, they control the media. Turn off your TV, your chains will turn to dust.
Are you awash in savings?
Day 11. every once in a while it’s good to ask, “Why are we here?”
Day 12. just how deep does my autist run? Today I read War and Peace, the Brothers Karamazov, listen to 41 Mozart symphonies, baked a crumb cake, cleaned out the junk drawer, touched up all my paintings and folded 5 grocery bags.
Day 13. epoh?
no response is a response
Day 14. swordfish
slowing I turn, step by step, inch by inch
Day 15. Normies are everywhere!
So this government person, Equifax and Hillary Clinton walk into a bar…
Day 16. why fee fie foo fum
has anyone ever actually died of embarrassment?
Day 17. there’s this old(er) gentleman in my building, he’s a little crazy, but I guess in a good way. He’s tall, least 6 feel +, white hair, wears a tweed cap, bent over a bit forward and he’s a heavy walker. He does mostly nice things, odd, but nice. Like he’ll buy candy or flowers, fruits or yogurt; I think for himself, or maybe it’s for someone else, not really sure, but he always seems to have a little extra of what ever he buys. Same with either a storage locker or maybe he goes to a thrift store… not really sure. I see him couple times a week and noticed he always ends up giving some, if not all, of the stuff he has with him away either to people in the building or people walking by. Today he gave me a scratch off lottery ticket. I won $100! How bout dat?
Day 18. just then
“… just then she realized he wanted her dead.”
“…just then the north wind blew through the prairie and cleared the land.”
“…just then a letter arrived.”
“… just then he found a strudel.”
“…just then ja ja ja.”
“… just then it was a cold and rainy night.”
“…just then she realized that she was stuck on number 18.”
“…just then…, just then…”
“…just then, it was time for bed.”
“…just then it was time to wake up.”
“…just then the coffee was ready to serve.”
“…just then the light flickered.”
“…just then the phone rang.”
“…just then he vanished.”
“…just then a letter arrived.”
“…just then he was rich!”
“…just then the glass glass fell.”
“…just then a child appeared out of no where.”
“…just then he lit up a smoke.”
“…just then his phone died.”
Day 19. Today is the ?? anniversary of discovering that I could toss kleenex into the toilet and not the garbage.
. Day 28. nobody’s coming and you’re never going to win.
Day 29. right time, right place for everything, coming to a theatre soon.
Day 30. new tv ad – “dying is hard, dying alone sucks!” …
be prepared – only $29.99
-People are given so many blessings in life. Of course they are not distributed evenly and many could argue even fairly, but there comes a time when you are certain the bowl is empty, you’ve used the spatula to it’s full extent and the bowl is all, but licked clean. The question now is, what do you do? We will talk about that issues and more tonight, right after the commercial break.
-does eczema really cause heartache?
is the heartbreak of psoriasis real or just another conspiracy theory?
Day 31.
Day 32. Good news for parents, 80% of you fail. That’s right your kids hate you like you hate your parents for mostly no good reasons. Find solace in that.
…and we’ll be back to descending on the path to nihilism and mediocrity right after these messages.
Day 33.
Day 34.
This is the water and this is the well, drink full and descend.
The horse is the white of the eyes and dark within -David Lynch
cDay 34.
wanted audience .
Day 34.
time stopped
. Day 37.
there comes a time when love turns to hate that turns to indifference that turns to art.
. Day 38.
summer has ended… . Day 39.
nihilist band names
irony escapes
civic failure
in passing
cheap shit
money hungry
defiant dadaist
shylock
turncoats
redrum
here comes the apocalypse
satan’s love child
bad seed
i hate my job
pedoweinsteins
infected finger
band width
fucking flash drive
i hate this computer
ms windows sucks (last good OS was WIN95)
the end
. Day 40.
I met this incredible man, he said he could send me back to the beginning of my life and that I could relive it all over again, and if I go back soon I would remember everything I know now and could change all the bad things and relive all the good things over, even make them better. He said that I would still meet all the people I have known throughout my life so far.
. Day 42.
“The leaf cries out in pain as it rakes you” -metokur
It’s that time of year again for, Little Death Words of Wisdom:
remember when you’re an utter failure you can cry all you want, no one will care. focus now on the moment when you won’t wake up – find solace and comfort in that, make it a little game now, cause, well later you’ll miss the moment. don’t be too hard on yourself, take it one day at a time, the end is inevitable and once you reach your goal, well… it won’t matter. namaste. don’t forget to treat yourself now, go ahead open that new box of band aids rather than use the last 2 old ones, YOLO! look around you, is this how you want them to find all your things, in such disarray? don’t worry, you’ll be dead. is it really worth going through all the books looking for that $20 you hid in one of them for a rainy day 10 years ago? prioritize. when the day comes, how will you be remembered? again, you’ll be dead, it won’t matter. work on those memory skills now. what happens to all the internet stuff when you die? have you thought of all the people who have typed in forums, on blogs, left comments, pictures, unfinished
Day 43.
today I went to the grocery store, picked up the usual, bread, milk, cheese, eggs, butter, cereal, coffee, leaches, lettuce, sleuth, and honey. when I arrived home and put the goods away at the bottom of one of the bags was a bottle of nail polish. xtreane nail polish #139. what is the meaning of this?
I read a poem today, or was it a short story or a dream story or poem? it was in spanish, in the story an old short man accosted another man, the old man was looking to create a bouquet of blue eyes for his lover. defiantly not neruda.
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87850-053 .
if I had a cafe…. I’d have Bunuel et al, Hitchcock and Fellini clips, my own work of course, along with all the other interesting finds on youtube, with permission, projected, running all day. Id have a side room for special no talking film events which included live piano or chamber music for silent films weekly, radio theater for the holidays and the best homemade cakes, stews and soups this side of the Mississippi all reasonably priced. .
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Day 44.
“…to live in fear is to be a slave.” Roy Batty, Bladerunner
. . fiat justitia ruat cælum
Day 45.
. Day 46.
help?
need to stop scaring the middle class with the poor
boomers turned out to be greedy, pedos and perverts
Gen X & Y Nihilists YOLOs
Millennial self absorbed n bat-shit crazy
Gen Z the new commies and nazis
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Day 51.
got to be hard to always hate half of who you are and to admit that genetics and race are real.
with all the differences between alt-right n alt-left; including blm/antifa, one topic they have in common is Israel, funding and favor.
still, one needs to ask, if the white race, is so gullible, so uncaring for their own people, are they worth bothering over?
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Faith is believing in something you know to be untrue
Day 55.
Monday – chicken curry special or masala dosa, muttar paneer & salade
Tuesday – carrot miso and grinder
Wednesday – red chicken ench cilantro
Thursday – string pot roast whole carrots and oven baked russet potatoe
Friday – swordfish asparagus capers
Saturday – chicken chili fresh whole grain bread irish butter
Sunday – salmon strawberry cucumber
always on hand:
eggs all ways
home frys with farmer cheese and pepper (hot sauce)
crapes and swedish pancakes with lingering
carrot orange juice
beet wheat grass w/ pineapple or grapefruit
mixed berry cream custard smoothie
homemade cherry, chunk apple pie
apple pudding bread
cranberry quick bread w/ sunflower seeds or walnut
one seasonal: pumpkin, strawberry rhubarb, blackberry, blueberry
cold gazpacho, tomato soup and cheese sandwich (seasonal)
cinnamon stick coffee
drosty cocoa
real whipped cram
hot chai black tea
sleepy time .
the only good time to be a centrist is when someone asks you, what’s for dinner?
spring ahead fall behind now it’s back to real time
Missing for over 7 months long lost hour finally returns home.
a man is wakened, startled
he sits up in bed
he squints, rubs his his eyes
struggles in the dark peering down a windowless hallway
he sees a familiar shadow
he struggles to look, acclimate
a stark realization comes over him
he leans forward and cries, “Come to me Sunny Boy!”
he knows, he is now certain
he sits upright, extends his hands upwards, the creature flies into his open arms, they embraces, they hug tightly for a moment then fall away into sleep, united and happy once again for that long lost hour.
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the biggest bubble in the US is the one you’re living in your head
hedge funds and big banks have managed to steal almost every penny off boomers
they are now dying in debt average is $63k . .
Day 60.
A Short Story
It was a dark and stormy night and then there was this little old lady who every Thursday afternoon and Sunday morning would take a bath though she was partial to showers, and on Sundays she would wash her hair (description). She would tidy up around the place a little, make ready the trash, check clothes, air the place out, do the dishes and make a healthy lunch or sup. Usually a salad (description) [more on the ritual of making ready for the event]. The event was – wtl/ctn – tbc. .
Day 61.
… last words were, “Leaving now, goodbye.” Yet, in those three words lay so much, a whole life of things said and unsaid.Yet, even though they held immediate relief, there was a guilt and regret that would haunt and linger until his death, and they came in the quiet moments, the moments that gave excuse to self-medicate, remain in a now vanquished and hopeless relationship. Regrets do that, they travel in packs and attack when sullen and alone. Some reach out to animated spirits while other look to the grave and into the dark unknown.
Day 62.
Big Foot
How is it that one can be the nicest, most pleasant person in the world and yet, be completely unaware of the way in which one takes their stride? Like an approaching train full of iron and heavy coal, a cyclone swirling fast as it draws near, a truck on a road full of exploded land mines, 21 consecutive pianos falling from the roof of a 5 floor walk up… add at will…
A Happy Tragic Tale
There was a man, poor in purse, who inherited his father’s bad luck, [the logic], one day he realized that regardless of all his efforts he could not move forward in life so he decided to give it up. He sold all his possession, cashed in what little pension he had, maxed out all his credit cards; which was harder to do that one would think, then took off to see the world. -[ the world ]- The plan in the end was to jump off the highest cliff and plunge to his death [the death].
. . Day 63.
Metamorphosis
I have a dream where I am lost in an alien land. We are surrounded by foreign faces. We are strangers in a land tamed by our ancestors. Our numbers continue to decline. Our hopes continue to fade. I am afraid. I am afraid.
I live in the 21st century. Here, at the end of western civilization. I’m so despondent about everything. Everything I try goes completely wrong. There is no escape from this hole here. I feel drained. So far I still haven’t found a real purpose in life. Sometimes I’m afraid to get out of bed in the morning, and there’s noting to get up for.
But, I begin to see reality for what it is, rather than what I wanted it to be… but then everything changes. Apathy becomes idealism. Cynicism gives way to stoicism. A generation of men find their purpose to proudly carry the flame of their ancestors into a new century.
I begin to change. I harden myself for what it come. I learn to steady my rifle. Yet, I have not discarded my compassion. Once a man is robbed of everything, when is destiny is no longer his own, then, when he has nothing left, he is free.
I still have that dream where I am lost in an alien land. We are still surrounded by foreign faces. We are still strangers in a land tamed by our ancestors. Our numbers still continue to decline. Our hopes still continue to fade, but I am not afraid. I am not afraid. – anonymous
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What the heck were you thinking? There are no excuses, how could you not know better. How could you let this happen? There’s no rhyme or reason. There are not enough words regarding the outcome, no explanations that could suffice. I’ve seen some ill-gotten behaviors in my day, but this is beyond all comprehension. How on earth could you just up and die?
An Ongoing Conversation – Overheard:
Two people who do not know each other, but know of each other at opposite ends of a cafe.
N: “What makes this person think I’d be interested in any of this drivel?”
S: “His last work really sucked, guy’s a narcissist. Why do I bother to help?.”
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E: “You do know the faults we see in others is what we hate most in ourselves?”
S: “He wishes she were dead so he wouldn’t have to think or worry.”
E: “Fucking karma,eh?”
S: “You don’t believe in that shit, do you?
E: “I don’t know, sometimes I do.”
S: “What did she do?”
E: “Not sure, he won’t talk about it, acts like nothing’s wrong.”
S: “Weird. When I ask how’s she doing, he always says she’s fine.”
E: “Yeah, but he hasn’t seen her in 10 years.”
S: “Really weird!”
E: “Yeah, fucked up.”
E: “Ya know, someone said something nice about her to him a couple times and he said, “Thank you,” like nothing was wrong, but he hasn’t even talked to her in 10 years? Well not 10 years, but almost.”
S: “Still.”
E: “Yeah, still, that’s fucked up.”
S: “Yeah, that’s fucked up.”
E: “Now I’m curious.”
S: “Hmm?”
E: “Why?”
S: “Why what?”
E: “Why, what happen? How can he be that way?”
S: “I don’t know. I think I want some cocoa. With whipped cream!”
E: “I’m thinking I’ll have the Mexican coffee.”
S: “Mmmm, that sounds yummy, what is it?
E: “It’s the house blend with a cinnamon stick soaking in the pot and real whipped cream, a little sugar or honey.”
S: “Wow that sounds good. Now I don’t know what I want.”
[they settle on the coffee]
S: “Still, To produce a kid who hates his mother that much, she must have sold him into slavery.”
E: “Or spoiled him rotten.”
S: “You think so?”
E: “Yeah, did you ever meet her?”
S: “Once, maybe twice.”
E: “He was always so rude to her.”
S: “Really, I never noticed. She was pretty quiet, didn’t stick around long, but now that you mention it…”
E: “You couldn’t be too nice to him or he would talk to you like, like, like…”
S: “Like you were putting him out?”
E: “Exactly! And he knew he was doing it too.”
S: “I wonder what makes people the way they are? I hope I don’t do that.”
E: “Nah, you’re a good egg.”
S: “What caused the fall out?”
E: “Well the way SW tells it, he helped her move and then never called her again. Then when she’d call him he sounded like she was putting him out. That was that.”
SW: “Hey guys!”
S & E: “Well speak of the devil!”
SW: “I am what I am!”
SW: “What did I do to speak of?”
E: “Oh, not you, we were talking about NW”
S: “Well, about him and his mother.”
SW: “Yeah was tragic, I guess.”
E: “Tragic?”
SW: “Yeah she’s dead, they found her about a month ago.”
E: “Holy shit, that’s just so weird, what happen?!”
SW: “Man, I don’t know if I can say it without crying, she left this really long letter. He let me read it. Fucking breaks your heart. I don’t think anyone can feel that deep and live very long in this world.”
E: “Whoa! Shit! I don’t want to know.”
N: “I do.”
SW: “We’ll not here, let’s go someplace else, but I gotta eat first I’m starving!”
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N: “Oh hey,”
W: “Hey.”
W: “Well?”
N: “Well What?”
W: “Did you get them?”
N: “Yes.”
W: “When will they arrive?”
N: “One year.”
W: “A year?!”
N: “Yep.”
W: “Why a year?”
N: “That’s actually pretty fast, they have to build them and program them.”
W: “How does that all work?”
N: “There was a long questionnaire and I had to send a bunch of photos.”
W: “Are you sure you want to do this.”
N: “Too late now, and yes, I thought about it a long time.”
W: “How are you going to explain all this to everyone?”
N: “I was thinking I’d move. I’ve got a year, so it wouldn’t look suspicious. Some place no one will knows us.”
W: “That’s pretty smart.”
N: “I thought so.”
Day 66.
Recipe for Rage
Imagine if you will holding a smart phone in your hand and through some strange transference you could actually feel and see the lives, the pain, the anguish of the people who work to put it all together. You walk in their shoes, you see their lives, feel the endless hours, the boring days doing the same thing over and over and over and over again, reaching the point and understanding how death would bring peace to an imprisoned life with no end. Follow as they lead you through these empty lives all so you can waste away time using some clever ap, a trivial game, send a pointless text message, ignoring what is really important and worthwhile all by choosing to remain ignorant of their suffering. Then imagine there is someone looking into you who is now holding and feeling all the sorrow, pain, and future regrets you’ve set aside and like those workers choose to ignore. Bake for 30 minutes. .
Could it go there? Does that question even matter? .
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the rise of AI . .
To produce a kid who hates his mother than much, she must have sold him into slavery or spoiled him rotten. . .
“Knowledge is knowing what to gather, wisdom is knowing what to leave out” -ish
“An absolute truth, no matter where you go on this planet, in this dimension, in our time, the only place you are truly free, is in your mind.” -ish .
I am the archetypal unperson
the one who bowls alone
nihilism is my middle name
cynicism my bread and butter
apathy is what I long for at the end of the day
I am told I have inherited nothing from my ancestor
I am told not to carry anything with pride
I am told it is all my fault
I am told I should die alone
then let me go
no more shall I count the hour
no more prayers for the swift end
no ashes no dust no element shall be saved
no compassion for those who will remain.
. . Day 67.
new side little project – #swpl
. Day 68.
36 . . Day 69.
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“Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.” -Shakespeare . can you hear me now? . .
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we gone from howdy neighbor, to who is my neighbor? to as long as it’s not me, now we’ve crossed into every man for himself. I can understand now why people get religion. every decade, every year, every month, week, day and hour it all gets more and more convoluted. Lies do that. . .
how many people each year die of a broken heart? .
. . Day 70.
Oppenheimer’s bomb was really just a fancy intellectual box once owned by Pandora. .
potatoes .
well I’ll be! Manson wasn’t guilty of hypnotizing those girls, it was all a terrible corrupt, drug deal gone wrong, propaganda of lies. The DA, the judge, the lawyers, the police, the prisons, even the media, they all lied to cover their asses, make money or gain status and power, and who cares about a depression era jailbird, mentally ill, con-artists drifter from the mid-west? Some Humans really suck!
. Day 71.
before the wizard left his mind; upon their death they’re so inclined, with hermetic word and gesture did he move, for there was nothing left to prove. His voice did rise with a powerful breath his last words rung with poise and depth. “Right here is where I took a stand, and down below; his pointed hand, is where you’ll go if unworthy be, my staff is now a lollipop tree.” . .
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orange yellow blue and beige
a dash of green and caraway
a crunch a mosh and a chewy chew
so sorry, no leftovers for you
. Day 72.
-a list with distance . .
Jane: “So Martha how was your holiday?”
Martha: “Oh, you know just waiting to die.”
Jane “That’s nice.” . . Day 73.
the one call fixes everything card
. Day 74.
slacking for the daily bread and old debts
. Day 75. .
white magic .
and bring it up a Notch . .
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Day 76.
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Day 77.
. . Day 78.
on this day the last son of the west was born and died
materialism and darkness swept the earth
all was lost
the end had finally come
. . Day 79.
~Chronicles
obiter dictum:
“Think I shall die now. FTR. some of it was good.”
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. Day 80.
~Chronicles
obiter dictum:
“Had someone looking out for me, they died. There just wasn’t enough time.” . . .
. . . Day 81.
~Chronicles
obiter dictum:
“…when you’re a kid and no one cares the greatest lesson learned is, no one cares. It’s a lesson you bring with you into adulthood. We have a lot of that.”
. Day 82.
when people becomes filthy rich does some sinister forces visit them in the night advising them not to share their wealth or a goblin will eat their first born? why so greedy? why does money become God? economics was always more than money in the past, what changed?
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hit the road Jack . . Day 83.
“but you won. you vanquished your enemy. indifference now is the only goal left to achieve.” . . Day 84.
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~Chronicles
obiter dictum:
“You took all the legos to ah ah flee market then gave the money to the DNC? !” . .
did zero for xmas so it still feels like xmas is yet to come. maybe that’s the trick to keeping the Christmas spirit alive. like waiting for Godot
. . Day 91.
short a fork, where the hell do they go?! . .
Day 92. . . Day 93.
Since he was born Malachi Mordecai took a bath every New Years Eve of his life. From sun up until the bells of the New Year chimed he soaked and scrubbed. From head to toe, up and down, back and forth, inside and out. He used all the new tub toys he found throughout the year and he bought a very large fluffy wash clothes, a new bottle of shampoo and he opened a brand new bar of soap for this very special occasion. He sat and soaked, he scrubbed every last jot of dirt, smudge, dreck, gunk, gook, mud, muck and scuff that he has gathered the entire year away. He didn’t miss a speck. When the bells rang it was time to leave all of everything he had gathered that year behind in the tub. He stepped on a thick cotton rug, wrapped himself up in a big soft cotton towel and watched patiently as the water and everything else went down the drain. When all the water was gone, he smiled a little smile and he cried a little tear. Then he rinsed the tub well, turned off the light and sat down to a big bowl of soup and bread. As he stirred and blew, slurped and sipped he thought a little while about his bath. It was a good bath, a fine bath, the best bath he had ever had, and his heart filled with joy upon knowing he would have it all again next year.
. . Day 94.
mark it in slomo
. . Day 95.
after tree of life destiny would be a walk in the park.
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Day 96. .
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these are historical times .
my hair is 3.5 feet long. could walk out naked and it would look like I was wearing a onesie . .
Day 99.
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the opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference, and that is a powerful weapon for when it is realized it can kill without thought or reason, it can collapse suns and creates black holes and the pain it causes in the end curses the recipient for eternity. However, if the recipient overcomes the indifference through pure luck a flower will blossom and bear the fruit of hate. The field, the karma is then leveled and in that space a desert is born.
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the cause of climate change, global warming, cooling, whatever you wish to call it are, lies and larceny.
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Day 100. .
“…you may recall the description of the Man with the Muck-rake, the man who could look no way but downward with the muck-rake in his hands; who was offered a celestial crown for his muck-rake, but who would neither look up nor regard the crown he was offered, but continued to rake to himself the filth of the floor…” -Theodore Roosevelt
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Q: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
A: Yes
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All Aboard!
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Day 101. ….. . .
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Day 102. .
Some ideas die by the wayside, as fast as they are born. .
FFL
Food For Live, ALL YOU CAN EAT!
Food For Life, Come and Get IT!
Food For Life, ummmm… shite!
Let’s see what’s in my c/p?
dark red is outrageous indignation
. . Day 103.
Greenland Dateline:
“…he had already found his father dead, she thought is cruel to find her as well. So she sold all the furs, wrapped the money in a piece of tin foil, tied the sack with sinew and slipped a sprig of heather in-between the strands, that way he’d know the package was from her. She knew he wasn’t much for words so no note was left. She then grabbed the seal skins and stared walking north. She never looked back.”
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how do I remember things I forget? . . earth cams . .
Day 104.
rough encounters with greatness I . .
Day 105.
a new mag.a.zine found in the attic, this one is called The Abstract, Sample of some of the article:
“It’s been five years since I touched another human being, what’s it like?”
“Why some books smell good enough to eat?”
“Psychic dada”
“Snow plows and men’s shaving.”
“10 years since I cut my hair and why split ends don’t scare me.”
“Do craisins make you insane?”
“Why I hate my job, you would too.”
“Turn up at the next right.”
“Waiting to die, not all it’s cracked up to be. So boring!”
“Captchas and other crimes against humanity”
Day 106. .
a lot of loss . .
Day 107. .
rough encounters with greatness II . .
midnight shows, cult movies are predictors of the next generation’s future
eraserhead
rocky horro
fight club . .
Day 108. . . .
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gave up again today . . Day 109. . . . Day 110.
hold…
“If help doesn’t come soon within weeks I’ll be dead and I know what you’re thinking, good. right?”
. . Day 111. .
certain I missed one .
“Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life” -Oscar Wilde, Decay of Lying,1891. .
~Chronicles
obiter dictum:
“I expect to die by my own hand, and the question isn’t what led to the inevitable, but when, where and how. It’s the age old question, what knocks it out of the park?” . .
Day 112. .
we could have full solar and renewable
robots could be doing pointless jobs
we all could be enjoying life and education
yet, something, some group is stopping us because they make more money and keep power by keeping things the way they are.
It’s a small group, could they be killed?
. . Day 113. .
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. . Day 114.
~Chronicles
obiter dictum:
“…and everyday she thought he thought he hates me for not being enough and for everything wrong in the world. His judgments were harsh and she wondered how he got them. Would she die not knowing?”
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. . Day 115.
So I said, “I know and hear a lot of things, but I was told, ‘it doesn’t matter cause people are only ready to hear those things when people are ready to hear them.'” I said, “That’s weird.” Thing is, it turns out to be true. [shrug]
So I wondered, “What if I were to profit off some of those things I hear and know?”
He looked over his glasses, jiggled his head a bit as to say “no,” and I knew.
So I started to think about all the hairs on my head and realized they are all there, but I don’t look at and know every strand, but still they are there and I am glad of it.
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. . Day 124.
whoa! what if you’re already dead and this is the afterlife? . . .
Day 125. . . . .
Day 126.
sad
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. . Day 127.
reparation for white is
a peaceful state of mind
Day 128.
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Day 129.
Advice, wise men don’t need it and fools don’t heed it.
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The reward for patience is patience.
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Censorship is the death knell of Western Civilization.
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kairos .
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Art is the priestest of nature . .
God is Dead
Nietzsche is Dead
John Galt is Dead
Godot is Missing
Luck’s Run Dry
Faith is Washed Up
Even the Scots will not say his name.
Children of Niobe are dying
Tantalus, Prometheus, Sisyphus Will not Wake!
. . Day 129.
forgotten ol fashions make way,
on celebration’s day.
Incantation: clickity-clicks a scrap n clatters abracadabrahocuspocusmumbojumbo something once lost is now found.
Catechism murmurs; should it be disturbed or left preserved?
the muse doth whisper, let’s find out. . .
. . . . “Political violence is part of history, part of revolution. If people can’t come to amicable terms it is inevitable. Further, ‘just don’t do bad shit,’ is not an argument.” . “Do you honestly know what the real effects of the RED PILL are – stop buying stuff, work less, walk away and start a new country.” . . . . . .
Alt-Right
I intend to type these short thoughts and comments below out to form and better understand of the alt-right and hope to exceed any brilliance I come across into something more comprehensive and pleasurable to read.
The Alt-Left . .
The idea of the left and diversity is not unlike the stance the anti-abortion/pro-life people seem to take, they pressure the poor to keep an unexpected child they can ill afford, and once the child is born they abandon both the mother and child. This is not unlike forced diversity put upon the poor, people with different ways and cultures are dropped in on unprepared people with no support and once they are there both are left abandon.
Sacred Flame – Lagerlöf
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