Thursday, March 31, 2016

Excerpts of Future Histories


"You can't blame every American for the wrongs that its government and leaders have committed," said many Americans.

No one outside their country echoed this ridiculous notion, however.

It is a terrible tragedy that American citizens did not manage to act harmoniously and with conviction to right—or at least to end—the wrongs across the rest of the world that were both perpetrated in their names and made possible only by their knowing acquiescence. If only they had not turned away from higher instinct and rational foresight alike, perhaps the downfall of their society would not have come about in such a fiery and bloody manner. Some historians believe that an American civilization might even have persisted to this day had its people collectively elected to pursue one of the many possible constructive paths to which they had unobstructed access. Instead of taking purposeful advantage of their unprecedented opportunities in that time, Americans made the conscious choice to allow apathy and denial not only to control their own lives but to eventually corrupt all influence they exerted upon the world in turn.

With the ever-billowing smoke of their growing failures suffocating the world around them, they nevertheless danced gaily across a fiery landfill of self-righteous apathy as its unquenchable embers steadily burned away the last vestiges of their humanity - and by the time they realized that they were going to die, they were already dead. If any at all, very few among them likely realized that their demise was the sole fruit of their own laborious self-deceptions. For many decades they had been happy slaves, masters of the art of forging their own weightless and increasingly-invisible collars, but they were also self-indentured to the slow but steady construction of their own great coffin - and, eventually, their neighbors put them to rest in it. The citizens of the rest of the world collectively refused to allow global genocide to continue to follow in the footsteps of American ignorance and selfishness; at a certain point, after all attempts at peaceful resolution, negotiation, and reason had failed, the only possible solution was to stop its march once and for all.

All that remains today of Americans are their tragic celebrations of themselves in the social media records from that time: the trivial details of their wasted time on Earth - trophies to nothing more than the cursory self-acknowledgments of their egos that such activities represented. Like many ancient societies that rose and fell before and after them, the "USA" failed to even consider the possibility of its own inevitable downfall, much less plan for it. Its citizens' knowing-delusions of fundamental immortality was ultimately their fatal flaw.

The petrified nuclear forest that was once middle North America must be taught to current and future generations as exactly what it is: a stark reminder that a broader perspective MUST be cultivated—and, most importantly, must be *observed and acted upon*—by any human civilization that would endeavor to survive itself. The violent, catastrophic loss of what might someday have been a great society is a humbling lesson that can only be heeded or else suffered in future kind: that passivity is a delusion, that inaction is a potential force equivalent to that of any action, and that to abide willful ignorance is to invite inevitable extinction.

- "Histories of the Ancient World," (Holotext, Simms & Mandel, #37 Edition, 2683).

Monday, January 11, 2016

Who needs Netflix?



Inspired by Julia Landrith of Tulsa, Oklahoma.

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In related news: is our gene pool out of control? Tune in later!

Sunday, December 27, 2015

News From Around the World

The Japanese have uncovered a relic of Mozart's long lost "Tobacco Opera" encoded in previously-unknown modern notation! 

Could it be that our pal Wolfgang was actually a psychic with foreknowledge of times to come? Was he perhaps also a brilliant scientist who secretly developed a perfect algorithm that could predict all possible futures?

— Or is he really a secret agent of Philip Morris, bearing glad tidings of "healthful social indulgences" through time? If any modern entity were capable of constructing and powering a time machine, it would surely be the tobacco industry...

Only the Japanese know, it seems. Alas, the answer will probably never be—accurately—translated into English.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Frank's Observations

An intelligent person makes all measurements with immediacy, accuracy, and thoroughness. Any person inclined toward such observational acuity will quickly learn that the average human soul's contents are rather unremarkable - disappointing, even.

Happiness is a tenuous, many-layered delusion, and each of its layers relies upon a foundation more unstable than that of the layer beneath it. To maintain a modicum of contentment consistent with this delusion, intelligent people must avoid being too knowledgeable—too intelligent—about other people.

As for those poor souls whose happiness is contingent upon stabler and more fundamental notions of meaningful living, the notion of such contentment is merely a cruel abstraction.

Intelligent people must either take care not to evolve too far beyond the herd or else learn to sufficiently tend the substantial wounds received in leaving it.

Always,

Frank

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Not that I really care, but...

Existential crisis is the hallmark of sentient growth; if you're not in the middle of at least one right now, you're regressing.

Obituary: Rights, Bill O.

RIP, Bill.

Don't get me wrong, now; I would never criticize the divine wisdom of our supreme overlords as they gloriously smote your stale and heretical ideas in favor of a more... "structured" and "traditional"... approach to human rights. (We worship you, supreme overlords! I'm not a terrorist, I swear. Please don't kill my family again - I'm just getting used to the new one).

Still, I'm sure there are still plenty of—hateful, medieval, chaos-inspiring "free-thinking"—folks who lament good ol' Bill's passing... from within the deep recesses of their hidden lairs beneath the rocky fringes of our great nation, of course.

Again, no offense or disrespect was intended toward or should be inferred by the supreme overlords of our glorious state and country - may they reign supreme and just by the divinity of their godhead, Amen.


Sunday, November 29, 2015

Thankstaking Paingiving

11/29/2015

Today, the reality most believe in is still far less real than the fiction everyone knows about. We're still rolling backwards down Mt. Progress at full speed, and fewer care to remember which way is up or forward than did yesterday. Hope is a dark and heavy joke among the learned, employed in earnest only by necessity - as a litmus test of astuteness and intellectual discipline in strangers, and to inevitably discouraging effect. Most of us mistake truth for momentary smatterings of coherent confirmation bias in the otherwise din of attention deficits, and we couldn't learn the difference if our lives depended on it; we know this because our lives *have* depended on it for a long, long time - yet we're learning even less with every passing moment, each generation more content to die more ignorant and wasteful—more wasted—than the last. Typical conversation and interaction is so obscenely vain that it amounts to little more than oblivious pedantry.

— Diamonds are made of the densest bullshit ever, everyone wants the most carats, and nothing else matters. Life.

Our most acclaimed modern tradition is that of "investing" our best years in life into the best schools we can afford to teach us the best brand of consumer programming our withering faculties can accommodate, after which we peddle such pathetic trade for little more than the meaningless right to the laughable claim that we've earned it - and that "it" isn't the vacuum we know it to be. Nearly no one recognizes the con before becoming a part of it - but rather than choose to grow the backbone necessary to overcome the psychological inertia born of such shameful participation—rather than teach the lessons of our tremendous mistakes to those who will inherit the consequences—we lie to the next generation; we tell them it was worth it, that it was an achievement, that it was useful - that it contributed to our lives in some tangible way instead of pigeonholing our potential and dulling the point of our once-honesty about it to the point of our becoming completely useless human beings. Worse than merely allowing it to continue, we go so far as to build our identities upon our false endorsement of this lie as "education" - and so we limit what REAL education might become, dragging it even further away from what it should be with each celebrated diploma.

We are all cowards.

We're all so committed to resolving the cognitive dissonance of our long- and hard-fought self-loathing that we just can't help but preach it and ourselves as the best god-damned things since sliced bread - singing our praises all the louder as we bury ourselves deeper and deeper in our own proud bullshit. Black is white, truth is fiction, down is up... and thank god for that, too - because how on Earth else could we justify digging ourselves into the deepest and darkest hole possible while still calling it climbing a ladder?

THIS, here, today, is actual HELL; a grinning emoji; eventually, we'll even forget the denial behind it - and then it really will be all we are.

Happy fucking Thanksgiving.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

On the subject of misinterpreted idioms


I'm going to tell you a secret: 

The (proverbial) glass can only be "half full" if it's in the state of being filled.

Perception is not an adequate substitute for accurate context; true comprehension requires both. 

The idiom to which I refer is not actually the accessibly-whimsical endorsement of ambivalence implied by its vernacular usage. It is not a vague assertion of the yin/yang merits of optimism and cynicism in balance; it is not a playful-but-poignant juxtaposition of common grounds between the fundamentally-irrational opposite poles of positivity and negativity. 

The classic "glass half full/empty" idiom is instead a stark reminder of the dangers of perceptive emaciation, a warning that ambivalence and rhetorical intellect will inevitably fail us in our precise and measurable reality. Its message is that knowledge is never safe from the superficial machinations of our instinctual minds. It is a clever plea to "know, first and absolutely," the truth of a thing – rather than to decide it is what it merely appears to be at any given moment.


— a plea too clever for the modern human, evidently. What beautiful irony!


Thursday, August 13, 2015

Idiot-erections for primary elections

Every time I hear somebody talk about candidate _______, I just want to fucking Gordon Ramsay them:
"Ohhh, fuuuuuck me. Un-fucking-believable!
Hey, everybody, STOP!
Look at me, all of you... I SAID FUCKING ALL OF YOU!
- Not an OUNCE of fucking INTELLIGENCE!
- And just... just—*SIGH*—just fucking LOOK at the state of that THOUGHT; it's all over the fucking place, it's torn to shit, and... oh my GOD! Wait, wait, that's not even fucking all of it, look here: it's FUCKING RAW!
What are you fucking doing? You DONKEY!
I've... HAD... ENOUGH!
Do me a favor: YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU –
Fuck off out of here!
All of you, just FUCK OFF! You fucking muppets!"

Dear everybody,

Please be so kind as to shut the fuck up about which presidential candidate will be the most accommodating to whatever meager perceptions of importance you have flitting about in your particular la-la-land. You're all idiots. None of your opinions are good for ANYONE, so—for the love of future generations who have no choice but to inherit the consequences of your stupidity—stop spreading them!

Since nobody seems to have figured it out, let me clue you in: the most important issue actually facing our country today is that people like you are all somehow overwhelmingly content not just to encourage but to in fact participate in this utterly-meritless popularity circus - eagerly offering up your lives and livelihoods to a smorgasbord of insipid clowns from every neighborhood of Out-of-Touchville as they compete in ridiculous battles of vacuous rhetorical bullshit. ("Yayyyy! I hope my team winz!" – YOU). Fucking puppet theater! Unbelievable!

I know, I know, those candidates are all some seriously-impressive idiots, too - but please don't feel compelled to further fuck up society just because you can relate to that. YOU may perpetually be in the market for fashionable stupidity, but you're just a waste of fucking space; the rest of us prefer to avoid wearing our assholes around our collarbones.

Also, when you get around to it,
kill yourselves.


Sincerest nuclear wishes, 

The Voice of Fucking Reason!

Saturday, July 18, 2015

This can't be it

What say you, all,
As to why you buy up everything that you most hate?
Paying dearly with your finite chances to escape,
When you could simply blink,
And free yourself for free?

Even today,
There must be something real worth fighting hard to save -
A shard of self buried deep beneath the ruins of the refrain
— Or is it just me? I'm looking harder!
And some delusions just can't possibly be sustained...
Unless we're all insane,
And maybe we are.


Friday, July 10, 2015

Ragebowners for Ragebows: Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violent too.

What is this terrible fucking rainbow effect that people are putting up as their social media profile pictures? 


Is it the Christians attempting some kind of apocalyptic Noah reference? 

Is it the Sky People mocking Californians? 

Both of those would be funny on several dimensions as well as welcome changes of pace. I bet, though, that it's just the typically-oblivious anti-hippies hawking ideologically weaponized "love" like good little pseudointellectual hipster capitalist robots. (Err, or "pride," or whatever the PC rhetoric is for that nonsense nowadays; IDGAF, so it's hard to keep up with insanity's many and ever-changing malodorous perfumes). 

Worst of all, though... YOU ALL FORGOT THE "V" IN YOUR ROY G. BIV! Idiots!

Few will be asking these questions or making these observations, of course - because every rational person's instinctual response to rainbows appearing anywhere other than the sky is simply RAAAAAAAGE!!! 

So, with that said, all of these terrible affronts to coherent ideology will be hereby referred to by their proper designations of "ragebows," and perpetrators of such visual-and-likely-intellectual obscenity shall be dubbed "ragebowners." Why? Because both of those awful fucking terms—that a 2nd-grader could have come up with in half a second—are of far superior cleverness than rainbows as a statement about anything useful at all.

— please, ragebowners, once you're done violating everything that intelligence has fought for, (and once you're done violet-ing your ragebow overlay): go back in time and undo all of it.

:D

Untitled


Pianos and screams sound like themselves in every language.


Monday, April 6, 2015

Teething on the brimming teat of tit faux-freedom.

A "free the nipples" movement is presently sweeping through the enslaved minds of the self-labeled free peoples of our species. I'm actually not at all surprised, but—being the insatiably rational altruist that I am—I cannot help but do my due diligence - and eloquently poop intellect all over them.

To begin with, "freedom" is an actual delusion.

"Freedom" and "nipples" in the same general ideological circle is definitive insanity.
 
Consider the United States, for instance. The citizens of the USA call it the land of the free for the same reason people anywhere choose to think of anything as something it isn't: they're idiots, they don't care that they're idiots, and they don't care if anyone else is affected by their being idiots. Neither boobs, gender, politics or even the typical go-to (society) are to blame for this one. People are just predictably moronic at every opportunity.

But here's the catch: any proposal to take away anyone's rights to be exactly the idiots they want to be is EXACTLY the same as the perceived social pseudo-injustice it purports to fight. The best case scenario is that everyone ends up equally hypocritical - though whichever party ends up the least conscious of that fact is clearly the worst among the losers.

Men, women, mutants, whatever - go shirtless if you want to, but for god's sake, don't whine about it when people who genuinely don't want to see it—for any reason anywhere within the spectrum of bad reasons from which nearly everyone, including you, draws their monkey-do cards—exercise their equivalent right to complain about it, and definitely don't deceive yourself by rationalizing this nincompoopery as anything other than the latest transient bandwagon from which the masses are hanging their IV idiocy drips.

Everyone who has a half-decent reason to care one way or another is either shirtless right now, or wearing a shirt right now - and everyone else falls into the category of "those pretending to care about trivial bullshit that's only pretending to matter in the first place" - and, well, they matter even less.

How about you all pursue a better, more productive goal for the good of society?
— like KILL YOURSELVES. :)


Thursday, March 12, 2015

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Local folks! Should you be so inclined, you also can and should check out a few of his schweet finished projects firsthand at The Wizards Library in Bellingham, WA (South corner of Broadway and Bancroft).

I know that almost all of you have a keychain, wall, office or forehead that seriously needs decorating—or a secret stash of retro memorabilia and/or video game pr0n hidden under your bed that needs some shnazzy new material—so, for the love of Miyamoto, please do what you gotta do.

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Sunday, March 1, 2015

Cluseless

To hear the whispers on the wind, and
To see their writings on the wall;
To even tithe attention rewards an opulence of omniscience.
Having heard the madness warring in the voices, though,
And seen the desperate fallacies in their words,
Any person yet paying homage to any false idea—
Inevitable reality or no—will live and be and someday die
Truly poor and having never known.



Sunday, February 1, 2015

Visions of sugar plums... burning alive.

The happiest moment of my life would be the day after the day humans collectively acknowledged that the actual cost of living in "societies" had long since far outweighed even the maximum theoretical potential for its benefit to us - when we finally collect our closest friends and our families, say good-bye to everyone else, and wander back to our better, older selves again.

Sadly, such a day will never come =p
— But! There is still a slight chance (within our lifetimes) that the Earth will put us very close to that ultimate goal on its own - regardless of the present state of humanity at the time. I'm excited for the likely apocalypse of the not-nearly-near-enough future! 

Imagine the beautiful chaos working to re-simplify the arbitrary organization of all of humanity's energy...
Thousand-foot tidal waves. 
Continent-wide lightning storms. 
Hurricanes the size of Texas. 
Volcanoes, and pyroclastic surges... 
New Grand Canyons, miles deep, that will explode outward from the nearest major fault line, hopefully swallowing at least a few major cities... ahhhh! 

I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE BEGINNING OF THE END. Let's make this happen, people! This is a goal worth achieving. The public consciousness is oblivious to its existence, but we do have the technology!


Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Common Sense, Made Common Knowledge

False beliefs consume the mental space that truth requires.

Unless you choose rightly, your very thoughts will harm.


Thursday, January 15, 2015

Society is pay-to-lose only.

Aw, shucks - all ya need to do is freedom-ize our current state of affairs/imprisonment/enslavement in the right light, and you'll realize that it's really the best thing for us.

Consider this: if the only cost of living the American Dream is that we have to live the American Dream, then everyone is technically getting their American Dream-life for free!

–and there's no "fear" in "free."

When we apply the transitive property of rhetoric and take into account the commutative property of cognitive dissonance, I personally feel all of my would-be fears assuage themselves.

Yes, life is surely good. Life must be good! –'cause if it wasn't, and we were all just pretending it was, then that would actually make life pretty fuckin' horrifying...



Sunday, January 11, 2015

Solitary Confinement


A mind that can no more change is a mind no more –
Just a soul—the sole inmate—in a prison made from open doors.