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I’m so Alternative, My Beliefs are like the Latin Language- Dead.

April 23, 2017

I’m a very alternative person. I’m so alternative, I have to explain myself. I’m so alternative, my beliefs are like Latin, dead.

Like, take my sexuality- Androgyny. I’m even excommunicated from the Gay and Lesbian community, and they let everybody in, well anyone who knows how to have a good time anyways.

My sexuality is so distorted, the dictionaries had to change its meaning. It used to mean someone who’s personality is a balance between the masculine and feminine aspects of their inner self, in Jungian psychology, the term is Animus, now it just means a dude who looks like a chick. What kind of weak materialistic narrow-minded lack of developed consciousness is that redefinition?

People don’t like the term Androgynous because it’s not concrete enough to suit the needs of the extreme duality of abstractions that clearly define exactly how we’re better than somebody else.

But that’s why I love Androgyny. It doesn’t define anything. It forces you to be creative. It puts the control in your own hands and pushes you to define your own boundaries.

That’s why I’m a Techno-Anarchist. Again, I made this shit up. A ruler less society run by robots here to serve humanity, that’s L Ron Hubbard shit.

Speaking of Ron, I too created my own religion. Then I thought about it, and I didn’t want to be the guy responsible for the next Tom Cruise. So, I abandoned my religion and came to the conclusion that research on the subject is far more engaging than any kind of commitment. That’s how alternative I am.

Plus, I have issues with religion. I think it’s crazy. A group of people huddled together so they can feel superior to someone else because their collectiveness is closer to Nazism than some other group of people’s fucked up beliefs never made sense to me. It’s self-defeating. The purpose of religion is to develop consciousness in a group setting. That’s why Jesus Christ was created, as an icon of spiritual development, a tool to help the individual become more Christ-like in their own lives. It’s not so you can wear a cross pinned to the chest so the rest of world knows you voted for Trump. It’s self-defeating.

Is it weird that I found God and beyond on my own? Is it weird that I believe that all that exists, has or will ever exist comes from Chaos? That all existence is connected by emptiness filled with an invisible element- chaos. Or that their’s a universe far more infinite than our own that is made up of pure light? And that all exists from this light? That all is one, forever, immortal in this moment- except this very belief itself which is kinda exists everywhere but in this moment. It’s kinda just stuck there between the distance past and a far uncertain future.

 

Random Poem of the Week, Pictures of Earth

April 22, 2017

Heavenly blue marble,
fragile ringing bell
of white skies and ancient oceans
delicately rotating in the void;
mysterious mended canvas
containing every hue and shade.

You hold every terrain;
lovely tapestry of seasonal changes-
each region is a different atmosphere
each season its own texture
every day brings a little more detail
our heavenly blue marble.

Joke of the Day, Everyday is Earth Day but Really It’s Tomorrow

April 21, 2017 2 Comments

We have a day named after the sun. Sure the sun is awesome but only the Earth once a year during a fake holiday.

And how we repay the Earth? We shit all over it.

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I feel bad for the trees here on earth. They get cut down and sliced into tiny sheets for books that promotes polluting the earth and cutting down the trees.

I find Earth day ridiculous. If we’re so well aware of our wastefulness as a species that we have to dedicate a day for making us feel less at fault for being negligent of the Earth’s valuable natural resources. Shouldn’t maybe, we change our culture?

Nope. Slap a new day in their once a year to keep the hippies from rioting to congress; change nothing and call it progress. Now that’s what I call good public relations!

Druggies are a Strange Breed

April 20, 2017

Druggies are a strange breed of people. I never understood the long-term return from a momentary rush. I think it’s a pretty bad investment.

Like, take the drug crack for example. You spend all this money on a drug that makes you alert and paranoid. You spend most of the night listening to worms crawling in the ground, hoping it’s not the cops.

Heroin is no better. All though I do say it’s got to be the most relaxing descent into hell.

Then you got Meth heads, and those people freak out, hoping to turn their boring ass lives into an episode of breaking bad.

But a druggy, no matter what his drug of choice is, shares one common element. For us rational thinkers, we can all agree that money is a currency used for the exchange of goods and services.

But a druggy is different. A druggy sees money as a drug and drugs as a currency.

So when you borrow money from a druggy and he says he has it. Don’t be upset when he hands you the wrong kind of green.

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