Author: filthyrathskeller

we have similar d.n.a.

.in real time.

it is always getting heavier and heavier as time lapses on.  the mystery is what intrigues us.  it keeps us interested in our own realities.  nothing remains the same.  there are underlying principals to this thing, that cannot be denied, but that isnt to say we will ever fully understand these things.   everything is connected, it is something that is known throughout all the aethers of space.  nothing ever gets harder, only more understood.  lessons are learned through an understanding of past endeavors.  hold on to all of it.  dont ever forget.  not even your dreams.  they are a part of your reality, a part of my reality.  if anything, always have a record of them that you can look back on.  forgetting dreams is like forgetting a part of your reality.  even if they dont mean anything to us now, they may be well understood at a later point in time.  its all part of a bigger picture that creates for eternity….

 

 

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.rotting animal flesh.

next to read:

***david foster wallace

“the pale king”

***william s. burroughs

“the soft machine”

“nova express”

“the ticket that exploded”

***irvine welsh

“the sex lives of siamese twins”

***hunter s. thompson

“better than sex”

***henry miller

“sexus”

“plexus”

“nexus”

***charles bukowski

“hot water music”

***dave eggers

“the circle”

***billy rose (illustrated by salvador dali)

“wine women and words”

***carl  g. jung

“the red book”

***herman hesse

“beneath the wheel”

“narcissus and goldmund”

 

more later…

 

.hobo sandwhich.

back to the grindstone.  helping the “less fortunate” types in the city to perform the life sustaining activity of eating food is something that shouldn’t be neglected…  no-one should go hungry in this fine nation.  there is so much food that is thrown away everyday (mostly to rig the pricing markets through supply and demand), that if we were to only salvage a small percentage of said “waste,” we could feed most (if not all) of the starving people in our communities.  this should be an automatic response to the hunger problem that upsets the flow of everyday society.  if you only knew what is thrown in the dumpsters out back of your local; fast food joint, baker, grocery store, pizza shop, restaurant, etc., it would make you want to EAT ALL OF IT!  so don’t just sit around and let all this delicious fanfare go to the dogs…  get involved!!!!!

there is ; soup kitchens, food banks, mens/women’s shelters, missions, food not bombs…

…etc...

in just about every major city in this country (and most in the world)…

FIND ONE AND HELP OUT!

(it won’t cost you a dime)

.having my way with them.

too much time goes by and we all tend to just forget what all has transpired that has led us to our current predicaments.  no-one wants to question any-fucking-thing.  all one has to do is; take a brief moment out of their daily endeavors in order to take a glance at why things are the way they are.  I’m pretty sure (correct me if i am wrong) that i was born completely free (and so were you).  i dont remember ever giving anyone the authority to shape the outcome of this life in a way they saw fit for me to exist.

“liberties are not given, they are taken.”

-aldous huxley

thats one of my all time favorite quotes.  most of us never gave any sort of asshole (or their regime) permission to control us.  i dont care if there is the option to “vote” for the degenerate swine who will eventually control every aspect of our beings, but is that liberty???  is that freedom?!  put it this way:  if the police took off for a week, would anything change?  probably not.  the human race isnt inherently bad!  there is only a small minority out there that will cause problems for the rest of us.  everyone is born with moral standards.  religion and government only cause problems with the way we interact with each other.  to not QUESTION EVERYTHING, is to live a life of bondage….

.the movement is static.

as the line between fiction and reality is sometimes so fine, it would seem as if it didn’t even exist sometimes.  the thing that is most astounding, is how we are able to perceive everything around us and enjoy the trivialities of life so much more when we sneak in that little bit of fictional mystique into our tales and nostalgic musings.  there is no such thing as a departure from the truth, when it comes to entertainment.  no-one sits around a campfire for “story time” and tells a bunch of pedestrian tales about how boring their day was.  there is that old adage that “fact is so much stranger than fiction.”  i am going to go ahead and call shenanigans on that ridiculous sentiment.  the fact is: when a little bit of fiction is mixed in, fact is all that much more enjoyable.  this isn’t to say that we should all just be telling each other lies all of the time and resorting to an Orwellian dystopia of “newspeak” and “doublethink” in all our daily affairs (and of course we have this new phenomenon of “alternative facts”).  when it comes to the daily struggles of modern man, honesty is necessary.  but when it comes to the memories of past times, they are always more interesting when we add a little bit of obscurity.  this is the beauty of stories.  they have been around since time immemorial, and their origins were no doubt to teach, as well  to entertain.

.crawl spaces.

I’m down here in the crawl space.  I’m writing this to get my mind off the smell of rotting rat carcasses that are festering in a fetid funk (the only good funk, is the musical kind) all around me.  it seems like this is the best place that i can get some real thinking done.  it is “saint patricks day” and i am certain that most of the humanoid population is out right now (20:00 hours) imbibing massive amounts of the fermented waste products of yeast (and the like).  not that there is any problem with enjoying an “adult beverage” from time to time, but today (among others) is one that i would rather not take part in the public displays of the “common mans” barbaric drinking bouts (and all the things that go along with them).  sans the few exceptions to the rule (kerouac, fitzgerald, and hemingway come to mind), no great man ever made an impression on this world while in the throes of an alcoholic stupor.  not that i wouldn’t mind going out and having a few drinks on such an occasion…  i am just a little leery of having to deal with all the treachery and despair that goes along with having to witness a bunch of imbeciles make fools out of themselves.  i guess down here among the rats is the best place for me to make friends with my thoughts right now…

.beware the cretinous.

it has come to this.  the cretins and mongoloids have infiltrated our towns, our cities, even our (oh so sacred) personal space.  there is no hiding from their banal existences.  it is like the plagues of the dark ages.    a pestilence that cannot be ignored.  they bombard us with their mediocre, mundane and materialistic platitudes.  their world-views are nothing but hollow and meaningless shells of selfishness and sadism.  the few of us who have survived to embrace the full capacity of the intelligence bestowed upon us (furthered, no doubt, by our own esoteric musings and exoteric research) are left to deal with the wreckage of what (we hope) was a once prosperous and healthy cultural existence.  no longer can we sink so low as to withstand the barrages of senseless carnage and atrophy…

“taking to the streets” has long ago failed us.  we are overrun by moronic slaves to a culture that tells us that we don’t have enough.  enough what?  i am not sure answering that question would be so simple.  even if i could answer it, the meaning would be so oblique in relation to its original implications, that i would only be feeding you (strapped down with a feeding tube shoved down you throat) nothing but subterfuge (rotten liquified meat).  we are only squandering our precious time (while wasting away to nothing) attempting to “roll with the punches” and trying to “put on a happy face.”  like all pestilences that have come before (and there have been many), we must hide the numinous works of our divine minds….

the only thing left is to take to the cellars. 

 

.And it begins.

 

                  .BEWARE THE CRETINOUS.
it has come to this. the cretins and mongoloids have infiltrated our towns, our cities, even our (oh so sacred) personal space. there is no hiding from their banal existences. it is like the plagues of the dark ages. a pestilence that cannot be ignored. they bombard us with their mediocre, mundane and materialistic platitudes. their world-views are nothing but hollow and meaningless shells of selfishness and sadism. the few of us who have survived to embrace the full capacity of the intelligence bestowed upon us (furthered, no doubt, by our own esoteric musings and exoteric research) are left to deal with the wreckage of what (we hope) was a once prosperous and healthy cultural existence. no longer can we sink so low as to withstand the barrages of senseless carnage and atrophy…

“taking to the streets” has long ago failed us. we are overrun by moronic slaves to a culture that tells us that we don’t have enough. enough what? i am not sure answering that question would be so simple. even if i could answer it, the meaning would be so oblique in relation to its original implications, that i would only be feeding you (strapped down with a feeding tube shoved down you throat) nothing but subterfuge (rotten liquified meat). we are only squandering our precious time (while wasting away to nothing) attempting to “roll with the punches” and trying to “put on a happy face.” like all pestilences that have come before (and there have been many), we must hide the numinous works of our divine minds….

the only thing left is to take to the cellars.