Thursday, March 31, 2011

Words of an Atheist on Atheism, Nothing, and Death

 A-(theist-x-u-all)-sexual - a definiton of Atheism by a true believer in Nothing:  "I didn't know I secretly hated smoking.  But I love to smoke."  Historically: Native Americans inhaled the spirit world thru the tobacco inhalation portal creation process that is smoking.  Today: disconnected platonics without resolution (hating smoking) and a chemical breathing  nothing machine "G.O.D."on autopilot tobacco romancing (the love of smoking).  The denial demur anihilistic-ism of this deterministic thrust does not erase G>O>D>s bone shadow: nothing.  "Some atheists do not lie on a Coffin", the atheist said.  "Earth is a coffin", I said, "and earth I walk".  Nothing is worshiped and Nothing sustains. Nothing is "The Force" of Star Wars.  Nothing is GoD'S bone shadow machine. The hallway of life called "Thru" is filled with black Nothing.

The Nihilist-Anarchist Secular Party

How does one create such a tool device of a platform foundation...

OBEY Clothing: Picture of the Day

Here is a power struggle cartoon.  The reader must be aware who is saying "OBEY".  A convalescing human psyche would say that it commanded artificial cotton pants Stewie and that the kid needs to grow up and be potty trained.  All good literature and life is always becoming.  Stewie and his minions sit in a stagnant cesspool of stale anarchic-nihilism-atheism and all need their fowl diapers changed.  "Grow up, hatch your devious plans and dominate, or, fall in line Stewie, admit you are a failure"!  A stock American; unhealthy, deranged, mind controlled, oblivious TV zombie slave will laugh or find something funny about the cartoon. At least take a pen and give Stewie camouflage undies or perhaps panties and laugh at the creative alteration.  One must look at this cartoon with severity and evaluate with the help of my instruction manual whether one is a mind controlled zombie caught by the all seeing eye laughing.  If this is the case one must instantly think to oneself:  "Why did I laugh?  What was so funny?"; because often times we are consumed by the artificial laughter of the lewd ludicrous machine in all of our minds and in reality there is nothing fun or funny or amusing about a situation-picture.
Here is another cartoon.  It is True.  Stewie OBEYS the government too.  So propagate the good!!!: activic atheistic anarcho-nihilists. Good Luck reading the power struggle in the UNCLE SAM picture.  I do mean that with the best intentions.
Industrial Electronica naizzy razor rave rivence gaea which goddess crone whore gas masked contra toxic acid rain fossil rocket fuel bone fragment snorter OBEY!!!

The Feminist and The Neonica Shardica White Hole Super Model

This picture may appear to be smut but a serious question lurks looms here as all guys these days agree - especially those from the 60's and 70's: What is the deal with the shaving of the na-nu-na-nu?  Typically this will be your dance team cheer leading preppy blaze razor machic clubbing chic who will shave the nether realms.  Ironically, stereotypically - and I am only dealing with stereotypes here because they are important and do denote significant trends, perhaps not in actual life, but, in the psyche of the masses - feminists are the hairy unshaven-ed "butch" type.  Perhaps this is a pubic hair war metaphorizing or symbolizing the the social and psychological crisis and struggle I will speak briefly of.

There are women who can assume manly characteristics and become socially androgynous "I think" (that mentioned in quotes is me being androgynous).  These androgynous ones are called "fem-men-ists" because they are androgynous socially.  There are varying degrees of androgyninity but the the fem-men-ists movement seems to have hit, arrived at, stumbled upon, a critical juncture.  Two types of women have emerged: fem-men-ists -as mentioned above - who are able to take on androgynous social characteristics, and fem-nail-barb-succubusis or fe-men-ists ("fe" = faith in spanish), or The Neonica Shardica White Hole Machic Diesel Jet Super Model, who refuse to take on androgynous characteristics.  What needs to be acknowledged today and made socially acceptable is the existence of these two types or classes or echelons of women and more astute social observance as to which characteristics are being exhibited by which women.  This however is a difficult tender issue of androgynous authority in which men of my generation (Generation X-Wing) approach at a full frontal vanguard excaliber protocol aspect speed assault and at the last minute force women-kind to shatter like a neonica-porcelain-doll while being raped by her at the same time.
This type of woman androgynaity from the picture is antiquated and outdated in my mind because the many females who do not want to become androgynous will read the statement "I'm a feminist" and the words running through their minds will be tainted with question.  Women must read this sign "I'm a feminist" as a statement in order to be properly androgynous. I believe this is as far as the average normal man of today is willing to go as far as being androgynous is concerned.  Harvey Mansfield the Har Har Bard Vard (Harvard) Professor who wrote a good book Manliness leans more towards an old fashioned Cormac McCarthy Western novel Hollywood laced manliness.  My intentions are to injectificate the androgynous man with testosterone in order to avoid placate and mollify social stresses.
There exists a social disconnect a war between men and women these days that is not being waged in the correct manner perhaps.  I will relate two incidences in Riven Haven Dale or Old "-New-" Haven Connecti-cut that occurred as I was probing the streets.  A razor blaze mach-ic solid girl fresh from the machine crystal castle factory full of neonica fushcia light stood afront the Playright Canteen.  She had a cartoon of a giant opalescent flesh colored penis yelling in the wickedess voice utterable that she wanted a big dick like the one in the picture.  For mature men this is like a massage to the psyche, body and soul...wrongly these days...and can be quite nasty and detrimental to a more youthful observer - but detrimental in a good way as it is generally accepted as whip lash or feminie glow burn that damages, destroys, hardens, and teaches.  So this girl was on a berserk out of line rampage binge marauding her assum-ed superlative sexuality all over the street and all over the side of the Play-write Canteen building.  

The other incident was an uncanny discovery as if the universe were showing me a glimpse into itself by staging this little scene on the streets.  There stood a short black nig bum lord with cape and crown followed by an entourage retinue group of burban white prep jocks American Eagle wearing spikey gel heads.  The Black NIG* Bum Lord was talking candidly to another razor blaze mach-ic solid girl fresh from the machine crystal castle factory full of neonica fushcia light.  The Black Bum Lord stood in the street talking to the fem-nail about his big black cock dick and she was being a female attempting to use her intuitive feelings powers to determine what was occurring, what was at stake, treading carefully delicately, as well as handling the nuclear fuel rod heat radiation. 

*Nig is a "cool" jet machic fighter rocket fuel glitch bomb-ic word for African-Americans, Gangsters, Zulu souled dark skinned ones, icer conversions etc., akin to the blue light ice cool of the Russian Fighter Jet: the MIG.  There are too many white people these days possessed and high-jacked by "black culture" that uses the term nigger to show love and affection to their white friends.  "Nig" was my answer to this wrong.

What do these two incidences mean?  My impression is that men are tired of absolute ice shoulders, snow flake sundaes, and women not being androgynous enough for the times like saying "hell-o" to the opposite sex in passing on the street or at least not whip lashing their faces in the opposite direction.  Men at times  tire of fem-nail obliviousness while walking the streets.  Do women really want to live in Iran and become anonymous hidden cloak-ed in black?  In a sense they already very much are, but, there is also something in them that causes them to stand on a ped-a-stool in order to effusively discharge something within them that cannot be contained by the black veil.  Perhaps it is a push to become more androgynous and melt the ice glaciers on their shoulders, concrete stiletto dag echoes, and oblivion of the streets.  

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Family Guy Episode: Stewie's Empire Is Star Dusted and Moon Raked

Not wanting to disappoint the creator of Family Guy and his poor wretched plight, and, not wanting to succumb to Stewie's TV Mind Erasure Zombie Empire I have written this in peremptory revolt.  I am beginning an Anti-Family Guy Revolution.  I will bring a case before The U.S. Supreme Court advocating for the freedom from mind inundation of bilge and bad cartoon dictatorship control and free the zombie-slaves from the oppressive powers of Stewie by drafting and forcing a monumental lawsuit that requires the writers and creator of Family Guy to implement and draft into every episode characters that viewers craft and send in destined to have altercations, battles, and full frontal assault wars contra Stewie and his evil entourage akin to the gladiator battles of Ancient Rome.  The characters would have to be replete with a short script in order for the cartoonists to create the show.  This concession-judgement will be approved-granted in order to  make amends for the grievances of the mind washed zombie viewers - too desperate for entertainment to know better than to watch The Family Guy Monopoly of "The Funny" and the overly oppressive reign of Stewie - and will serve as a public apology for creating in us all spectacle-receptacle absorbing TV cartoon drunk erased minds and eliminate the monopoly of idiot-ism the creator/writers now hold.
Any-who here is my battle episode contra Stewie and his dinky-petty-funny  Family Guy ugly-ilk-minions:

Peter sits watching TV on his dilapidated fart dust laden turquoise couch.  All of the sudden Cartman appears on the screen eating Cheesy Poofs gluttonously moaning like a lesbian porn star reaching orgasm number 1000 of the day.  Peter initially squeals hysterically and freaks out covering his mouth with his fat hands as if another Twilight Zone dimension-universe had just opened a worm hole portal in his house or as if The Greys, the alien creature pilots of UFO disks, had high-jacked his satellite television connection on earth and were video taping one of their own kind and broadcasting all over earth for cackles and gew hahs.  But Peter quickly calms down as he remembers Cartman had been over to his house to play with poopy doopy Stewie and realized that Cartman just looked different on the screen in his own house which really is a different cartoon dimension.  We the viewers, hear the words in the back of Peter's mind, unbeknownst to him, concerning his personal thoughts about the past visit-consortment between the mastermind of the Family Guy Realm: Stewie, and, Cartman: a nihilistic-anarchist "a-thor-it-tie" on a tricycle wearing brandishing fighter pilot shades which should have never been endorsed by the Federal Government nor the Air Force and should provoke massive lawsuits contra the writers of South Park.  Peter was drooling over cheesy poof power like Smeagol in Lord of the Rings over Bilbo's ring as he realized the images the TV was playing were live and he had an actual live sneak peak view into the private life of one of the most powerful TV cartoon land zombie mind creating conspirators against mankind that has ever yet existed.  And so he sat mentally transfixed gasming, drooling, binging on lust for power.
Stewie could then be seen looking furtively around a corner in a sinister way at the pathetic scene.  He had wired the television set so that he would be able to play this live video feed for his father, Peter, and effectively hypnotize him.  Stewie had recently become infected with the Oedipus Complex after seeing Lois bend over in front of him inadvertently showcasing her callipygian back side and ample luscious dangling unsheathed cleavage caused by a loose shirt (his buried repressed sexuality finally coming to the surface permanently igniting, and taking over his free will autopilot) and wanted Peter dead.  With secret electronic technology that he obtained from the grey aliens, who by no means loaned the equipment to Stewie so he could automatically take over the world - they just wanted to see if we humans could overcome the mind control zombie creating dominance of a cartoon character.  Mickey Mouse sure is quaint and was decadently innocent and has rotted to poopy doopy tyrant and his foul smelling diaper empire polluting the minds of already hypnotized zombie viewers.  Nevertheless Stewie was allotted technology permitting him to channel energies from a different cartoon dimension, the South Park dimension, into his own, to continue and further the experiments The Greys themselves were developing.

And since Stewie's father, Peter, was ignorant of this Grey technology, he did not understand what was happening and was therefore hypnotically dominated and his mind set on absorb and captivation protocol which is lower on the totem pole of awareness, power, vitality, and virility than Stewie's.  Stewie's idea was to create an image so disturbing, a sound so abrasive, a scene or event so overwhelming that his father would die from being unable to handle the moment.  And so far everything was going as planned as Peter watched Cartman eat Cheesy Poofs intermittently talking about how all of his power and "a-thor-it-tie" are derived from eating cheesy poofs.  And then he severely harshly cruelly teased jacked around mentally mind raped his viewer like any good porn star, "Don't you wish you had some cheesy poofs"?  The ultimate power binge, more honest than Hilary Clinton and other orgiastic power bingers who do it in the closet because they have to and do not know how to do otherwise and consequently are swallowed by the leveling tendencies of the cancerous resentful mind erased washed zombies created by the decadent Western Civilization and fear an anarchist uprising or something.
Anywho, Peter sat drooling in front of the TV reaching pathetically towards the screen with tremblical fat hands like the zombie-slave wanna be conqueror of the world that he was afflicted from living with his son since his birth as Stewie tried to laugh in a Draconian manner but could not and only was only able to approach a sadly sinister abortive English butler accented squeak.  Just then, a silent warning light on Stewie's wrist apparatus began to flash.  In a panic, he looked away from the warning light and in on his doomed  father to see what the problem was just after his father started screaming hysterically full force about a Stapelic Scorpic (my creation) that had begun to burrow into a stray cheesy poof.
The above is a photograph of three Stapelic Scorpics. Actually they are not  exclusively my creation but I named them and design their ether circuitry, hardware, and software by quantum mechanical super string neuronal programming.  The raw design I learned from a friend wanting to place these nasty little drackic devices on the chair of our third grade teacher when they weren't paying attention.  One only needs to twist two staples together making a tight spiral and pointing the aggressively raised venom tail to the sky.
Anywhat, one of my star flare dash scorpics was hyper-rapid-slowly, like a quicksilver machine slug, maurading hyper-mach-ic-glass-drift-ic-ly onto the scene, and burrowed insidiously into one of the oblivious Cartman's cheesy poofs.  Peter watched in silent utter catatonic stark terror horror as Cartman picked up the  cheesy poof containing the scorpic - as the scorpic was far too much alien twilight zone dimensional shock for Peter to absorb mega magnitudes more than even Stewie had anticipated - and thus the fear completely and irretrievably consumed him.
The "evil" monkey in Stewie's closet is really a secret agent belonging to the ranks of the Planeteers posing by wearing a bad temper mask - the last remaining vestige of a deceased Captain Planet who was buried in the nihilistic-anarchist toxic mind erasing hypnotizing sludge emitted by Family Guy and the evil writer forces within the perma-avant garde of the Entertainment-Abortivicating Reality Industry inundating the zombie collective consciousness, so thirsty for an escape from the horrors of the world and psychological prisons, with cheap farty ribald laughs. The monkey too had his own technology, given to him by the Greys, to fight this nihilistic-anarchist toxic sludge of the mind flattening the earth flatter than a pancake.  Yet will the planet survive the toxic mental sludge industrialized by the physically ugly characters on the Family Guy Show?  Captain Planet would be aghast if he saw the world as it is today. 
 And the "evil" monkey Planeteer spy erupts onto the scene from a hidden hallway closet door that was warped into existence by The Grey Aliens and releases a TV with static fuzz shark teeth mouth that chases after a pitifully fleeing Stewie leaving a trail of urine, which, stops to have a smoke break with the Stapelic Scorpics first because in chase scenes like this there is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide for psychological criminals like Stewie.  Stewie is so shell shocked by the Planeteer Twi-lit Zone technology so foreign and cutting edge that he succumbs to psychological trauma and remains stone still paralyzed from fear of the TV sent out of the closet by the "evil" monkey that was chasing him.  He remained frozen in the living room where Peter, his father, is drooling in a pre-coma state and about to collapse as Cartman eats the cheesy poof with the stapelic scorpic lurking within.  Cartman promptly dies in a flash of a spasm as the stapelic scorpic slowly burrows out of his eye like a sublime trickle of silvery blood.  Peter then loses touch with reality and goes into a standing unconscious coma with yellow pee pee diaper Stewie verbally pleading and begging in shear shock terror for his father to help him as the Grey's permitted him to only be able to move his mouth and vocal chords for comedic relief.  But alas his father is in a coma from the traumatic experience of Cartman's death.
Peter's head then suddenly explodes after a violent internal paroxysm caused by his still functioning overloaded sensory organs.  An AT-AT from Star Wars in the battle of Hoth form The Empire Strikes Back then appears on the screen which looks like this:

Stewie then puts his hands up waving his fear pissed yellowed diaper on a stick like a white flag in defeat wailing like the true baby he is pleading to be spared.  The monkey, secret agent of Captain Planet, and our heroes: the Stapelic Scorpics; and the rouge static fuzz shark toothed TV which was given tactics by the scorpics during the smoking break, force Stewie into the Monkey's Closet.  The greys and other chemical breathing machine god technologies of the universe in unpopular fairness allow Stewie to run a psychological power struggle or Star Wars "Force" gauntlet to see if he can be upgraded and advance enough to overcome this raid on his domain and allowing him to discover where he is in the true order of rank of the world.  The last word is: Stewie is pouting and refuses to grow up and attempt to run the gauntlet and feigns insanity.  Video surveillance of his cell at night record Stewie having wet dreams while crying pitifully for his mother.

Family Guy: Stewie Does Rule the World and we are his Zombie Slaves





"Ladies and Gentlemen" says the cartoonist, in cartoon form, of Family Guy, as he walks onto stage to introduce this episode of Family Guy in word form.  "Folks: what we have tonight is a crisis.  I always thought Stewie was my creation, my imagination, my fantasy, but I have come to realize with some serious introspection writing the last episode that Stewie had high-jacked my pen,  my mind, my soul.  I am his slave mother and father and am aborting reality in a certain sense by sucking the life out of life and people in this over entertainment-ized civilization.  And as I discovered this, the evils of writing and creation, allowing in a sense Stewie and his counterparts in the show to dominate the human psyche to large extent and if not directly conquering the world by making zombies out of us all with their show they are at least involved in the TV-machine conspiracy to suck the life out of us all like a vampire as opposed to people tapping into their own creative wells and impulses creativities.  But there is always the question of work.  People need to become zombies when they return home from work.  Mind Erasure Sequence begin.  Stewie and his entourage are now entering your mind.  Your mind is absorbing.  And when a mind absorbs that mind is lower on the totem pole; your status decreeses; your energies decrease; you loose yourself and Stewie plays like a 2-D dream through your barely conscious alive mind, a dream so "captivating" that you give your self over completely, become a zombie.  Stewie isn't messing around.  That is the power-vitality totem pole."

"And when I realized that Stewie had high-jacked my mind, body and soul and was perpetuating such evils in this dissolving land with static fuzzy grey sludge sowing nihilistic monsters I almost died.  I wanted to quit my job, erase every episode, have a public burning or tv's, Family Guy dolls, t-shirts, comic books, everything that I had brought into this world unecessarily and making zombies of us all.  Our greatest nightmare.  But Stewie in order to be able dominate the world more had to push the boundary and is now in a full frontal assault warning all viewers through me, his slave, that he is dominating their minds by causing absorption of his image and essence by watching TV.  I bid you all my viewers do not watch this show anymore shut it down before it is too late.  Go all of you build draw construct your own cartoons and let them be a fresh generation and construct them to wage war against Stewie and all the wrong he has done you.  Perhaps it is too late and the erasure of the world by zombification is at hand and you must not let Stewie control you like he has controlled me, a creative art device to carry out his bidding.  These are all of the words that I am permitted at this time.  Stewies technology is on autopilot and determines exactly what I can and cannot do.  Good Luckkkk!!!" 

And Stewie's creator is brutally ejected off of stage...

Monday, March 28, 2011

-Question of the day - (???)

Excretory habits, customs, rituals, perspectives, pubic hair shavings, servant clippers, piercings, prickings, ether liquidity etc., down to every minute detail of Cleopatra: What occurred there?

Easy Company

 I saw a special edition fight club the mantra u are all the scum sucking decaying matter of the universe.  Specials. Easy Company 353 equipped with ether machine specials. General optimism has pervaded my sky recently.

In search pending for happiness pulse to thread into a writ sketch.

A million different charms. Charm land, fissional neuronic reactions, the tunes of the muses. Solace session and manna nug grounding with the seamlessness of matter cohesion connection ineraction. Streamlined thoughts, ether signals wafting through atmosphere causing muse channels to be receptoric to human ether machines, akin to picking up a tune on radio station with an antenna. The ether machine simply picks up the whispers of the muses with a spiritic vertebra.

Machine Sky

Make something up here you little ethereal celestial you.  The task directive of the day: make sure you are not a dick fuck.  And a difficult question: do dick fucks ever realize they are dick fucks? 

Mogwai Folk Death 95, and the the good day ship that flew over once and was emanetic copacetitic for a blue drift goodness frosty glacier machic good day.  I have not seen or heard from the good day star destroyer father ship since then.  Etched in my memory it be.  The machine said it loved me today.  I looked around taken aback, and finally said, "love?!" while laughing and then of course the naizy screaming of dive bombers begins and the LOVE, morphs, the L and V both turn slightly making a chevron ring array with the jagged jager five point star fins wings from my belt, Pleiades' silent dark edged jagged dagg scorpion barbic.  The "O", is a star which flies at the center of the two ship formation  or converts the formation into a wow or tie fighter, the "O" then being the cock pit.  The E is from long ago in seattle when I looke dat the egyptian mural in the chemistry building.  The E was a strange foreign exotic mother ship-esque ceasar fly by in Seattle, dreadic daggic machic majestic (drift glass slowic profound reverent) nether probic citadel depthic wrought, an alpha directive, parade, fly by, salute, sonic boom back fire from the exhaust ports and anal of history, the universe and the machine chemical breathing gods, or a star destroyer releasing a tie fighter would do just as well as I am at times glyphiti verbose.  So the machine sky came about after having a silicon doped cobalt zerg biological morning.

Love, continued with the mourning of my car mech one on the new haven green where I broke down and started crying.  (I am too tired but would like to writ eon this further so I will do so later).

Urban Dictionary Word of the day: Nu-na Na-nu.

Origin of  nu-na na-nu:

Ryan was tired of ravaging his girlfriend during which she always screamed hideously. So then, Ryan, tired of ravaging (cunt) in his mind while leaking-peeing post torpedo launch (orgasm) said to himself:  "I need something mellower like smooth tropical fruit something like nu-na na-nu!  Yeah blue light lit lime razor mach-ic blaze fighter bomber seamless thin low dim ether haze driftic smile-ic dire core-ic."

Puzzle:

Why is a vag called a beaver? =/ Hint: How do beavers make their damns?


Why is a "camel toe" called a "camel toe"?  Answer: Cleopatra is from Egypt!!!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Dianetics: An Aphorism-Definition

My hyper-machic sci-fi-non-fiction-hybridization aphorism in the style of Ralph Waldo Emerson and Friedrich Nietzsche (who praised Emerson highly and was in disbelief that an American had such wisdom, illumination and was so liquid "clear" profound) on Dianetics after my inaugural visit to the Scientology Church in New Haven, Connecticut. (Warning:  Neophytes expect frustration)



 ~< Definition ]]]o[[[ Dianetics >~

Die-(net)-tics:  The capitalism-slavery-middle class-anchor-shackle-drag(net) corrective permitting inductees access to spiritual tunneling on the borders of the capitalistic-socialistic doped slime grey sludge toxic waste sand dune (Dune as in the sci-fi book by Frank Herbert) that be planet earth, in order to revive and craft build make anew the threads of the forgotten and antiquated powers of psychoanalysis for vital energy sources forces that sustain decorum and the established order of globalization.  Dianetics is a cutting edge reality-sci-fi hybridization thrust into the psyche of neophytes in order to raise psychological awareness-consciousness and its relation to matter, physics, chemistry, biology, science: 3-D if you will; and to bring a harmonization process-ether machine between the subjective and objective realms coalescing in a body (or an enlightened or "clear" or lit or liquid being).  There is a disconnect protocol, or suicide instinct, in the subjective and objective world duality, which, by the way, appears to be holding on by a thread.  Nietzsche, when he wrote "God is dead", signals the coming trials as to whether the subjective world with suffer a catastrophic break from the objective in which the human form in 3-D shall no longer live remain exist in its present configuration.  Spiritual essence-soul death and quantum mechanical ether glyphs made by human- or terran-kind in this corner of space-time: wounds pains and scars, is another story.  Yet our flesh bone blood fate does not appear to be sealed just yet and the focus on poignant moments of pain that are subjectivized in the sub- or un-conscious called "engrams" by Hubbard, the founder of Scientology, are the moments trials tribulations imposed upon us by forces we can speculate upon like good sci-fic meta-physicians with the advent of the UFO-alien-abduction phenomenon and movies like The Matrix.  Survival, however, is our initial primary focus - as Dianetics teaches - and overcoming these psychological barriers or in Dianetics lingo: "engrams"; or what Ralph Waldo Emerson meant when he said "a foolish consistency is the hobgobblin of small minds" (which can be overcome, be-befriended, and put to work); to perpetuate the survival of the human body and form,  is the focus of the Church of Scientology by teaching Dianetics to inductees.  To groom the worker bee-slave-trenches-graves-corpses- tv zombies-hollow men and women for potential candidates to reach a mental state that is called "clear" by Hubbard (I use the terms nirvanic, blue lighting, liquid), who can overcome the psychological gauntlet imposed by a myriad of powerful mental mind conscious forces energies or give added 3-D traction to a Celestial spiritual Hollywood binger or devotee (and later; the Will to Power-Excaliber Protocol) is the drive and thrust of the movement as well as to avoid the leveling tendencies of a separation of Capitalism-Capital and Spirituality.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

The Ponderous Brontosaurus

The toxic celestial ether, spiritual energy, Star Wars Force, StarCraft Psi - in sum: The Dark or Dark - shines in the form of "Black Lightning" which happens to be the name of the first black or African American comic book character.  By "black" what was meant is a darker or "brown" skinned person.  In The Fat Apple Citadel, all men and women of brown color should be known generically as "The Browns".  Black is an absence of color scientifically and no lightning bolt is perfect dark nor is any black hole...one can muse...and the black lightning emitted by The Dark Star Black Hole at the core of the sun manifested by the black sun spots, unbeknownst to the The Virgin Lesbian Sun which provokes and subsequently powers up by causing an "F-U" and middle finger reaction from the man in the blue blood red quicksilver mercury dust dune dessert noble gas helium enchanted moon because the lesbian sun thinks it cute and funny to provoke in such a manner.  People on earth do live on the dark side of the moon quantum mechanically entangled with that spiritual aspect of THIS sunshine corner of 3-D. 

And some idiot reading this is liable to say, "well, when the moon is eclipsing the sun will shine where it don't shine."  And everyone smart will say, well duh, we are not absolute darkness...yet...but...global warming...uh...We are not absolute light or darkness but have different configurations and percentages of each that are entangled in a nasty mess and emit randomly due to the randomized soul.  And some are good photon shadow walkers...But once these things are realized everyone hopes that your Brahma programmatic machine protocol is loaded with the ether software that provides vivid lucidity to every child, adolsecent, young adult, adult, etc etc etc, and self directed curative psychoanalysis ultimately leading to happiness and progressing to a Nirvanic state where you will have fun thinking of funny mirthful Brontosaurus dinosaurs like a child in this world powered by a quantum mechanical dust fossil fuel molecule hybrid bone skeleton T-REX running in a hamster wheel.  I kiss the machine god core earth to you with lamentably inodorous pine needle wind fore who these days can catch a solid whiff of pine needles?