A rain drop like a tear falls into stillness/ An unnatural event of stillness/ The humans are visible from/ 300 feet above the Earth's surface/ Clusters of dark skinned young ones move like schools of fish/ All this rain drop has ever done was flow, rise, fall, and flow/ Fluidity, evaporation, condensation, velocity, and impact/ Now/ By an upward pressure this rain drop has come to a halt/ A standstill, an uneasy rest/ A gaseous existence/ Far off toward the horizon blackened seagulls circle/ The other rain drops begin falling in countless numbers/ The sun has been shut out in this area/ Overcast skies stretch far beyond the blackened gulls/ The children begin to flow from the wooded area/ Toward the shelter giving structures/ The humans often react in such a fashion/ The other rains create turbulent disruptions in the air/ Falling past this droplet as it just hangs there/ Suspended indefinitely without understanding or care/ Or rather, with a different understanding and care/ Lightening cracks past, close, and connected to the ground/ Orange sparks leap from a tree followed by thunder sound/ The tree splits and like the other rain drops falls down down down/ And, while not so much in the sky,/ The wind has accelerated below/ The branches shift, sway, and blow/ The storm will continue to grow/ Lightening shoots across the sky/ Glowing and forming jagged currents/ From above, an impact shatters the rain drop/ Throwing it an equal and opposite distance/ Another droplet has merged with the first/ So the rain drop has grown but still not fallen/Also, the hail has begun/ Falling in sharp cuts through the sky by the rain drop/ And from a ways away comes a rumble beyond thunder/ Something else... highly pressured and of a solid chaotic presence/ And the mass is moving/ Far off houses toward the water's edge begin to splinter/ They come apart and the pieces blow away in the deadly wind/ Below, their cars are tumbling through their streets/ Another droplet collides with the first/ Purple and blue showers of sparks dance across the landscape/ Power lines explode one by one/ Almost making a sound through the prominent roar/ Houses below come apart and blow away/ A single person flies over several streets/ Colliding with a building of red brick/ Planks of wood, shards of metal,/ Leafy tree limbs, flapping vinyl siding,/ Broken glass shimmering in the lightening,/ Scared small animals and humans silently screaming/ Drifting through the air/ They fly through the air/ A gas station explodes and whips fire through the debris/ Suppressed fires burn muted without understanding or care/ Or rather, with a different understanding and care/ Another droplet collides with the rain drop/ Something gives/ The rain drop is taken by the wind/ The ground grows larger and larger, as usual/ Decimated houses grow larger and larger/ Though much else is blurred/ Only flames and lightening stand out/ And the deep green of healthy grass/ Of which the drop of rain collides with a single blade/ Dripping into a small pool below
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We don’t get them like you in the wasteland/ The scum of the earth, that’s what they call us/ We do what we can. Your wish, my command./ I will show you and will honor your trust/ I wasn’t ready either; that’s nature/ Behold the high priestess and her magi/ With you here this glass ball is crystal clear/ Not clouded like a dogs cataract eye/ On this side of fate the nerves will vibrate/ Ask me for world peace and you will have it/ An end to the perpetual debate/ Let me lift you up out of this snake-pit/ This national charade cannot end well/ We belong transcended, beyond the hell
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India is not a nation no more/ The calm in her heart is primordial/ From her highest peak to her sandy shore/ India has become ethereal/ On the day before tomorrow we met/ Transcending the phantasmagorical/ She was more than I could ever expect/ Thus appeared her aura so auroral/ India is like my aspirations/ To be so true, so supreme, so special/ To attain such compassion/ If her and I could be on the level/ Of India, Karma, and affinity:/ Serendipity is divinity
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It seems she has fallen into prickles/ She struggles to get out, to no avail/ We lost her out there, beyond the veil/ The poor dear, she walked into a pit fall/ Fingers reaching through bud and piercing spike/ We see her struggling but simply can’t aid/ She followed her heart and, so, too far strayed/ As she cleared her mind on a peaceful hike/ It is well known that the young girl survived/ And that she is with the lowlanders now/ She waves us hello from the flower beds/ They saved her, after her dive, and she thrived/ They taught her harmonious oneness/ Down below is where the fallen girl treads
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You are like water to a throat that’s dried/ Like food to famine; like air to the flow/ Like the moon to the shifting ocean tide/ You are like the above to my below/ I will confide, I crave what you provide/ Since girls slip away like hourglass sands/ I’m the page; abandoned, and cast aside/ Torn apart by torrid laws and lost lands/ A shriveled heart comes alive and expands/ Promising what it can at this juncture/ All I want is for you to understand/ I can only offer you conjecture/ We will become half of one happily/ And liberate the people dreamily
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The atmosphere was murky and windy/ With intoxication in the ether/ That’s where I was at when I saw Indy/ And sensed she was infinitely fresher/ Purity drifting through dismal wormholes/ As an infant afraid underwater/ At this festering sore, soiree of soul/ India, these moments define lovers/ When you entered my energy field/ Two minds aligned to view supreme vision/ The people disappeared and concealed/ Alone, we remained in the excision/ To witness that scene for it’s true nature/ You are like me, and we are the future
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I can’t describe what is waiting for you/ Where we are going they know no sorrow/ Together we will dare to break on through/ It is our western frontier to debut/ We will leave breadcrumbs for them to follow/ I can’t describe what is waiting for you/ For us; we’ll forget what we thought we knew/ A part of the void, like a graveyard crow/ Together we will dare to break on through/ You’re one. I’m one. As one, this is our two/ Gifted with thousands of sweet tomorrows/ I can’t describe what is waiting for you/ And I regret I can’t offer you clues/ You will have to listen for the echoes/ Together we will dare to break on through/ Princess, your soft mystique is fair and true/ The death system is ours to overthrow/ I won’t say what I want to do to you/ Together we will dare to break on through
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Every writer is dead to the page/ We create something false/ All fiction is fake/ All fiction is dead/ Never once alive/ We manufacture/ Your thoughts/ Spending our own/ Nothing in return/ Nothing but despair/ Hopes become despair/ Phases end in failure/ Otherwise,/ they last forever/ Texts to be discovered/ From a dead author/ Who wrote them/ After he crossed over/ Death is a funny thing/ It's always happening/ Except right now,/ It's choking/ And look at this page/ It's like when I first started/ Completely lost/ And broken hearted/ I thought I did so much good/ If I ever understood/ To come first, I should/ Put others first, I would/ Now, late, I feel I could/ The problem was I did it for you/ A readership who may never exist/ You are a damned miracle to me/ All things considered/ You're becoming meaningless/ The writing is dead/ The reactions in you are you/ They've nothing to do with me/ I am dying or dead/ I know this to be true
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Blood becomes pulp in Merlot/ The most romantic moment/ Is still pathetic when you're alone/ The left hand gets fleshy/ Bloated and weak/ The right hand gets a complex/ As though it's been challenged/ This razor is sharp and capable/ These veins are anxiously waiting/ For the right amount of pressure/ Venules will bleed but/ Arteries will gush/ One final rush/ To maybe hear a song/ Or to maybe pull the bong/ The lumpy Merlot/ Is ingested and gone/ The red plastic cup/ Is white inside/ Except where it is not/ Trails of dried blood/ Coagulated/ Waiting to rot/ So much like myself/ The medicines/ Have thickened my plasma/ And I can't even bleed right/ Deeper and deeper/ My flesh is like mush/ Like cutting into mud/ And what about the meds?/ They will be the death of me/ At least alcoholics get to live/ Go within they say/ And have never been/ There is an abyss/ A maddening void/ I'd do anything/ To escape from
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ake up to addictions/ Fast on chemicals and water/ Smoke too much poison/ Drink too much toxin/ Or not enough/ Vitality is what's inside/ Eat pills and wait days/ That coin has two sides/ What decisions?/ Forget it, and get high/ Where isn't last refuge?/ Don't leave the death cave/ Under a rock there is delay/ Unnerved by the way/ Next week isn't real/ Remember earlier?/ The dream could only be felt/ Recall it was vaguely of love?/ The right one for once/ Take off the headphones/ There's a cat cry to mind/ Earlier, strung out and upset/ To the very last second/ SSRI's aren't a joke/ Control lost, it is serious/ Wake up intending to work/ Then don't move for hours/ Pages are for others/ There can be no identity/ In what is most personal/ We are one person, after all/ I'm your wrist that bleeds/ You're my hand that cuts
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Let me tell you about a hidden place and time/ Let me show you the criminals inside/ And remind you why you love your life/ Multiple reflections on various surfaces shine with the shadows of the space between light/ Criminals are characters to some/ But to these eyes they are merely space between light/ Here we are alone together/ Discussing injuries but not the weather/ And some assholes harass you/ To get their own measure/ Or to show you how clever/ A person with nothing to lose can be/ And my eyes see the silent unity/ Of a very unhappy family/ Born to a hostile reality/ With our action as fathers/ And township interpretations as mothers/ And government reactions to our actions bring us here/ Into an afterbirth of greed that bleeds through the paperwork/ Criminal dockets are cash in pockets/ My wish is for them to stop dealing in human misery/ But wishes don't guarantee charity/ I get my charity from the hilarity of clever assholes with decent measures of rude humor/ And a good lawyer/ I watch the doomed prison dwellers harass one another/ They argue and banter forever and ever/ While my eyes reside in proximity to a cautious mind/ Obviously/ I would feel so terrible if I couldn't hide behind this pencil/ These little pencils/ As incomprehensible as a gathering destiny swirling/ These little pencils say nothing about the rest of me/ With an ego impossible to ignore/ Shun me or run from me/ I am the scorpion lion/ Just try to see what we all see/ A world of beauty and misery/ Of love and tragedy/ An abstract consistency connected by destiny/ Through our eyes/ To a separate reality
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Searching for new roads/ Finding wasted gasoline/ A loss has taken from me/ Love/ All that I feel I need/ Metaphysical experiments/ Manifest homicidal thoughts/ We can only change ourselves/ If I want him harmed/ I'll have to do it myself/ I'm being interrupted by the police/ And I don't know what they want/ I'm parked on a friend's yard/ This is so typical/ What a pain?/ Nothing is ever simple/ And none think black and white/ Except for absent minds/ And if I had more time/ I could say what's on my mind/ But at this point/ I stepped out of the car/ You're welcome/ It was the burbs somewhere/ My trunk was half open/ We hadn't wanted to slam it/ It's always ironic with police/ If someone were on your road/ With the dome light on/ And the trunk half open/ You would check it out, too/ You wouldn't call your two friends/ Now I'm getting stoned/ Off the pot I had to eat/ Neat/ They'd smelled the smoke/ Without a sense of humor/ They call jokes 'Getting Smart.’/ Maybe to them…/ Three/ The senior making executive decisions/ The weathered skinhead doing grunt work/ The harassing one/ Why are skinheads always assholes?/ He rifled through my belongings/ The rookie standing there/ Young enough to still believe in free speech/ Conditioned to the prompt,/ “American”/ Who cares what happened?/They woke up J's dad/ Inconvenienced me/ Then they left/ My papers were barely in order/ I miss my Lover/ At that
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Nothing to say/ The worst writing/ Sexual concerns/ On a bad day/ Since I sent Medusa away/ I've been worried/ What if women are broken?/ Or worse, it's me?/ Whatever the issue/Nomadic taxing/ Depleting me/ Break my book’s spine/ Like it's my talent's will/ If you can't get in the back/ Wait out front like the rest/ Wait in line while/ all the time/ humanity dissolves/ From the inside/ Where should I go?/ What should I do?/ If that leap didn't kill me/ Or take me where I should be/ Laid out again at the bar/ Fighting traffic in the car/ Wondering/ When I might kick in the door/ Where I'll be/ Near or far/ Maybe I will fast again/ Or drink away/ Hey hey hey/ The letdown upset/ Until I awake hungover,/ And for once not depressed/ Because mental throws of distress/ And surprisingly neutral/ Who do they think they're talking to?/ I have come on behalf of the truth/ Write my name in the toilet/ I came to bless this place/ Always here, completely erased/ Today, tomorrow, until I die/ I wouldn't ask why/ I'm here only by clouded vision/ The clouded vision of an executive decision/ This derision/ Another door breaking my foot/ Only this time/ I'm bleeding out/ Opportunity slips away at a glance/ Days when you may have/ murdered the romance of success/ Don't look to a window/ Like it's a mirror/ There is someone looking back/ Dumb voice blonde works the restaurant/ Watching you get less than what you want/ What you said you wouldn't want/ When you said you'd never want again/ The time drifts to tomorrow/ Forever in the now/ The club owner takes a look/ Doesn't notice/ And goes back to his business/ The reason nothing ever changes/ Thanks Mister/ Many an artist been turned to the door/ To be heard from again, nevermore/ Many an artist lost among the poor,/ to be heard from again, nevermore/ Many an artist playing the unwanted whore/ Heard from, nevermore/ His whispers lost to another's inspired lore/ Heard from again, NEVERMORE/ He can't count the times it's happened before/ He chokes to find a voice, nevermore/ Feet, eyes, spine, all sore/ To live well again, nevermore/ A maddening failure/ pushes closer to the source/ to be heard, nevermore/ A seven year moment/ Fails in the fashion/ Of anything sudden/ Or long time coming/ Tonight I'm spirited/ Lost to the lights/ The cold wind/ The faces that, drunk,/ leave these places/ One way or another/ We ask each other/ How we are,/ like a radar/ to catch distress/ Sad sadness is stealth/ I drink to your health/ I drink to my wealth/ Hoping these drinks/ Are on the house/ There's urine/ on my soles/ Maybe yours, too/ Have I forgotten yet/ My soles are wet/ Don't forget/ The hour fades/ and stays the same/ Bartenders will be done/ Free from the strange labor/ Of wasting others/ Making the crowd louder/ To a din of those coming and going customers/ This shirt, for me, radiates failure/ Don't know why it's on my back/ And not out the window/ Hot pepper give me pain/ Fuck me up/ Make me real again/ And woman?/ If I lose my faith,/ can you restore it?/ When I am so low,/ will we see eye to eye?/ When I say hello/ will you say goodbye?/ Please don't show me/ A romantic dead zone/ I've seen enough of those/ Women don't respect men/ They tell how dead romance is/ Like men are just good/ For keeping our distance/ They love that/ when you keep your distance/ I remember being cocksure/ And worrying I'd fuck it up/ Now, insecure, I can/ only fuck it up/ Unnerved,/ I can only fuck it up/ Old man, go die/ If no one helped/ No one else/ Equality and harmony/ Hours pass/ Nothing changes/ For a minute/ Anguish fades/ To return exponential/ After a pill/ Like it weren't gone at all/ I want my work to matter/ Everyday/ Like it's new/ I am so alone again/ In this last call crowd/ Still as alone as I'd been/ All night long/ Did he think I'm stupid?/ Like I would waste his time?/ Did he think I wanted to stand there/ Like I would waste all that nerve/ Without a good reason/ I am the higher level/ Here to lift you up/ Out of your hesitance/ Never willing to ascend/ This virus won't get my help/ But, with a lot of luck/ Will help itself/ To die for real/ As I died to feel/ Her love slip away/ On a day like/ Any other day/ To die/ To live/ Why?/ No love/ No life
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Lovely destructive force burning today/ Chaos and carnage, mayhem and murder/ Law and order/ Ignored and sent away/ The first time I've seen beauty such as her/ Lo would I learn to respect such a force/ Lest the balance of divinity shift/ All was right until all was wrong and so/ Epic psychosis burns away remorse/ Hope for water and leap into the rift/ There is no way to know what lies below
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Occupy Secession
1st analysis
3/18/2012
In the United States of America we have to make a decision between seceding and not seceding. The statists tell us to get
out if we don’t like the way our civilization is. Our parent’s teach us, ‘if you can't change what you don't like then leave.’ We propose to take these advices and venture into a new frontier that exists out in the human element. Nobody received this document by accident. You understand why we are considering these things seriously. People don’t accidently secede. The USoA government is barbaric sophistication. Murderous modernization. Occupy Secession, along with Occupy Everywhere, and Occupy, aim to adapt human culture to protect itself against the crisis presented by the reactive effects of our technology by enhancing the wisdom of our peers.
This document exists to serve as a primer for those entering the vocation of liberation, like I was about a week ago. I sent out a form letter to every secessionist website I could, plus assorted good people, and many replied with well wishes, suggestions, and offers to get involved. There is an outstanding network of secessionist organizations spread out across this land, including Alaska and Hawaii. The way I see it is we want to learn the material of these entities; organizations, web-sites, cultural traditions, independent republics, and so on. Occupy- if they haven’t gotten involved with these organizations already- which they likely have- should probably get on this sometime soon. If the general strikes are happening, then the secession contingency is undoubtedly around the bend. Whether strikes succeed or fail, this school of thought is still going to be relevant and imperative.
This article will begin with history; to attempt to define our odds. Then geography; somehow we have to identify with the land we dwell upon. Then civics; to describe an obvious point about the dynamics of public relations. Then philosophy; of or pertaining to empowerment. By the end we’ll be getting fairly sociological, if not downright anthropological.
HISTORY:
The United States. Not surprisingly, it seems that ever since this nation was created people have been trying to separate themselves from it; overtly or covertly. ‘Hawaiians,’ for instance, seem to have never agreed to any sort of exchange with the USoA government. Most famously there’s the example of Dixie. Texas seceded from Mexico in 1836 and started the Mexican-American war in 1846. There has been victory and defeat. We’re peaceful people. Most of us would die before we’d go on the offensive. That’s just good sense. It’s more of a crusade for sovereignty. The supreme court declared that while secession is unconstitutional, if there were a revolution it could rightly occur. Today there is a revolution against capitalism and the secession is occurring. It has to occur. This is the 21st century and we’ll have to do things differently. This secession is going to have to happen outside and independent of the government it is seceding from. Which means no reformist side tracking. This is an example of a correct non-conformist policy. We offer a better way. We have to create and maintain a presence that can influence society. Again. The better work we do, the more effective we will be. Secession, in this political climate, can theoretically level the playing field so for once the people and the politicos will see to eye. Our perspective is better than anyone who has ever evaded this opponent. We know our enemy and know what we have to do. Where our predecessors failed, we must succeed... To secede...
Geography:
It’s not about land alone, although that is part of it. It is a landscape of ideals. It’s an escape to a healthier way from the culture of control and conquest. Temporarily ignoring how wherever there is a government there are people who want to secede from it, let’s examine the USoA secessioscape. There are a number of factors we should familiarize ourselves with; we have to consider regions- large and small- from mountain ranges to rivers and every other possible feature of terra firma; we have to consider that opposition is everywhere; we have to identify nearby lands the state won’t miss and then claim them for the free people(1 acre per person and .3 acres for commonwealth per person is a fair workable figure based on the division of USoA acreage equally across the population, and qualified in quantity for courteous negotiation purposes). By the time nation states would consider seceding they may already be dissolving, so that’s like something I hear secessionists say often, ‘don’t wait for nothing or no one,’ so to speak. I understand that our people are everywhere. Some peoples get completely overlooked, but if you love freedom then freedom lovers are going to love you- that’s how healthy well-adjusted people are, they tell me. If you have ‘free’ land then there will be downtrodden people willing to live on it with you; so call the place whatever you want and squat against the machine. If you seriously plan to be free, no matter where you are, there will be people trying to be free near you, somewhere; working together people can achieve liberation. ‘Free your mind and the rest will follow’ is an applicable creed. Think of us as gypsy bandits delivering illicit knowledge to where it does not belong. Unusual and vague methods will serve us well if we are relentless in our efforts.
Civics:
A basic fact of secession, historically, is that to eliminate the current dominating system there has to be something to replace it; this is why whenever a new nation forms, sooner or later you hear about a constitution being drafted. Most don’t even stop to consider if it’s a good idea. Thankfully, the modern secessionists, to their credit, are no different. Most of the existing independence organizations have various forms of working constitutions available to utilize, so we can’t let anyone think we don’t know what we’re doing or don’t know how to keep a population content. If anything capitalism is the failure in that regard. Humane societies are blissful. Free living is contingent upon common law, which isn’t common anywhere on Earth because everywhere you go it changes- so you cannot trust common law any more than you can trust a stranger. Humane- enlightened- living is culture contingent on the golden rule, ‘Do unto others as you’d have them do unto you.’ Don’t lie, cheat, steal, do harm, or do anything else that isn’t copacetic and neither will I. If you can’t chill and be cool then you can go back to the fascists or try your luck elsewhere. This kind of reasoning comes naturally once people get involved with a situation where to benefit themselves they have to benefit each other. That is the natural way. Enlightened people look out for other people, not just their people, because karma keeps track. “Everything for everyone and nothing for ourselves.”-Zapatistas. They know. Most problems in society are rooted in some form of selfishness, or maliciousness. Without a strong sense of community, and indeed a familial love for your fellow humans, people can’t coexist any better than under capitalism. That capitalist ‘take it all, call it yours, and then fight for it,’ mentality causes severe problems and we have little to no use for it. For us to expect what is fair we have to want for everyone to get what is fair; this means doing the right thing. Eliminate the state and what happens? Nothing. If people are doing things that have to be done, they will continue doing them. If people were performing pointless tasks that benefit no one and no longer receive funding then they will stop and assimilate easily into a dramatically relieved society. There is more than enough food but not enough money to pay for it. If we shut down the government will commerce come to a halt? No. Because it cannot. It will have to adapt to a real market, which would mean expanding, since the convenient market is contingent upon the state, supposedly... and the state represents suppression… definitely… We have to work directly with people so they become cognizant of the truths hidden behind outright lies. It would be best if we could hijack primetime television and air 9/11 truth footage. Teaching the fundamentals of non-violent civilization is like spreading a new language. We have to find people willing to learn and then teach them to teach. Our fellow human beings don’t know they are being manipulated and it’s causing slavery.
Philosophy:
We have to teach, as always, but we have to teach secessionist logic whenever we can. It will get easier the more we do it. They will ask where we will go and we’ll say we don’t have to go far. They’ll ask what we can do and we’ll say we can do the best we can. I don’t know what it feels like to be free. There isn’t an official name for su
ch a thing; leagues, independence movements or parties, autonomist movements, commonwealths, nationalists, societies, confederated communities, and so on. Freedom is unbounded by nature, so it might not be labeled at all. I figure that when we renounce citizenship we’ll be illegal aliens or immigrants. I expect free people to be sovereign. The lawmakers are the illegals in awakened eyes. I know free cultures can’t exist without co-existing peacefully. As long as there is violence on this planet no one is really free and that’s why we cannot limit ourselves about this; we have to collectively create and proliferate an ideology so potent that every human can identify with it. What else but love? Love is the most powerful resource we have regardless of if people understand how to use it or not. Love is the reason we’re trying to escape, because the state is violent and hateful. There has to be an alternative and if it isn’t ideal, it is at least a step in the right direction. No matter what we do we will still make people wonder ‘why, if their society is so great and good then why are people going to such great lengths to separate themselves from it?’ That’s what we have to do. In Occupy we captivated people with our actions, I suggest Occupy Secession captivate people with the specific struggle of renouncing our condemnable citizenship; which is the same as theirs, after all. This may involve a migration off the grid and into the underground. Regardless, secession is a major asset in the political thunder dome and it hasn’t been utilized yet.
Occupy Secession:
We intend to spread general awareness of this ideal ‘ology’ throughout Occupy and begin discussing what Occupy nations look like; no doubt while other people are physically creating them, but that’s the nature of strategizing… you’re perpetually behind the pulse and looking ahead of it… Next time Occupy Secession releases a statement it won’t be written by me; it should be written by many of us to serve as an appeal we will solicit to the general public encouraging them to participate in our crusade with us and also as a declaration of intent to our inevitably upset overlords and their goons. We have to pledge to support each other in our individual quests toward independence; be they in the name of many or in the name of few. We can’t let the opposition mess with us. We’re in this endeavor together. That’s why Occupy Secession exists; so, if there are secessionists in Alaska, they know they can count on support from the Natchaug river- that’s east of the Connecticut river.
Our people might be living on a farm in ‘Kentucky,’ but if they are secessionists or seeking independence for some other separatist reason- if they are struggling against money or authority- they must be able to trust their farm really exists within the secessioscape, so it’s sovereign and protected by the people’s solidarity. This is a rebellion. Us against each other. Eventually it is going to get ugly. People of the secessioscape don’t owe anyone money and should answer to no authority except that which is rooted in love. There won’t be a shortage of people pushing us around. It’s what they do naturally; to answer to one of them is answering to them all- we may not have anything to hide, but we still want to set an example so authority knows what kind of response to expect from us. Tell law officers to come alone, and bring tea. There is no such thing as money since it has been counterfeit, basically, for a century. There is property and services but such things have an intrinsically subjective value. No one is adjusting. It’s fabricated. Fractional reserve central banking must go somehow. This is Occupy. In an Occupy society we want people fed, healthy, clothed, warm, comfortable, and free. That’s priceless. The opposition makes us angry. They want to take the best of us; our peace. Nowhere in our unwritten ideology would we advocate tolerating extortionists. Extortionists are the main reason people fear being free, because they owe money; but it can’t be like that. Banks stole everything from everyone. We have the right as dignified persons to strike payments to corporate thieves and not just that, we also have to get money out of our lives in whatever other ways we can. The more I hear how this sounds, the more I think I should put it differently, like; ‘we have to excavate the foundation of this nation.’ Rampant reformism is a valid explanation why people aren’t giving Occupy as much credibility as it deserves. We’re not here to patch up a broken machine; we’re here to destroy it once and for all. If we fail, then maybe one day others will not. We were urged by an expert on this subject to declare our efforts explicitly against the United States empire. I couldn’t imagine being any other way.
Outreach:
We have to stay reaching out. We answer to the people. We want to get some good land for a good cause. We have a responsibility to release the best information possible. The public is a wild animal we have to coexist with. We have to level with it and make it see us as nonthreatening. This wild animal is on a short leash in a chaotic and unfamiliar environment. Situations like these end in blood baths frequently. We must rehabilitate the wild animals in our own hearts. Offer people a better alternative and they should take to it.
We have to spotlight the work of Architects and Engineers for 9/11 Truth. When the people understand who their real enemy is- who their ‘handlers’ are- then they will redirect their hostilities. Those who believe the official version of the story are an unstoppable demographic and it is their right to know the truth. They have the majority and the propaganda but we have a minority and the truth. The only thing more powerful than truth is love and we have that, too. Those involved with this project innately understand morality, civility, and ethics better than most people and are perfectly capable of representing this struggle to outsiders and subsequently initiating them into what we do. It’s a chain reaction. Like Occupy always has been. Like the strikes will be. And if the strikes strike out, we strike. As yet another chain reaction of justice. Shock and awesome.
We will form confederated communities so people can regain control of their lives by determining how their realm operates and hence creating a variety of options to choose from; an ultimate way to foster diversity. We’ll have to reject the oppressors in every feasible way, if just for the sake of distancing ourselves. We want as little involvement with the USoA as possible. There has to be a middle ground. Like conscientious objector colonies; to create as many new worlds as we need until they’ll respect our disposition enough to adopt it. We are a family. They are thugs and thieves. People don’t have to bow down to that. We are mighty in our solidarity. ‘Divided we stand together.’ Be creative and do what you have to.
There is a lot to consider. For instance, the Free State Project wants hordes of activist types to move to New Hampshire and create a people oriented political environment of some kind. If they extended that offer to Occupy then it could probably happen. That’s the point. If any secession movement would extend their outreach opportunities toward Occupy then they would find a root in that connection from which the cause will benefit. We want to be everywhere and nowhere. To accomplish the sensitive coordination this task involves we will work together like a family; with love. One enormous family, against a gargantuan machine. Government is not as abstract as they want people to think it is. When left alone people govern themselves naturally. We’re victims to systems; debt, taxes, laws, the state, indoctrination, mass hypnosis, religions, militaries, corporations, banks, and so on; when we remove ourselves from these threats we’re then free to choose the kinds of lives we want to live. Such is the nature of a confederated community.
This is a monumental undertaking. Still, we’re qualified and we can qualify others. Fundamental changes are what we need. There are better ways; mind blowing possibilities on the tips of our tongues and at our fingertips. This isn’t an if; it’s a when, so let’s rise to the occasion together.
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Occupy Constitutions
1#/ There can be no control/ None may govern/ Power must be honest/ Authority must be lovely/ 2#/ Humility;/ Bow down to actuality/ Acceptance is relief/ When consumed by grief/ 3#/ I am a you/ You are a me/ We’re born free to live free/ In anarchist sovereignty/ 4#/ Nationalist plagues/ Fly flags at the border/ Insid
e our confines/ Cut off from salvation/ 5#/ Fleshy and confused/ Consumed by machines/ Subjected to the system:/ Serfdom mechanisms/ 6#/ Toothy snarling monsters/ Lurking in every shadow/ We worship them/ In fear/ They exploit us/ 7#/ Military personnel/ Your place is at home/ In our towns and cities/ In civilian clothes/ 8#/ We are flesh/ Too fragile to outlast:/ Destructive Industries:/ Threaten ecology/ 9#/ ‘There is no government/ Like no government’/ Less control is more/ More control is less/ 10#/ Fungus, slime, primordial ooze/ That is us/ To us/ Capitalism is oil/ 11#/ Be not hypnotized/ Clear your foggy eyes/ They’re harvesting our minds/ The time will come to rise/ 12#/ Commercialism/ Consumerism/ Capitalism/ Murder for profit/ 13#/ Bow down to the ghost/ The ghost is our host/ Humility is harmony/ May the humble boast most/ 14#/Humility is what we need/ Helpless against greed/ Admit we have a problem/ Concede, we’re in too deep/ 15#/ Empower people/ With people power/ No congress nor assembly/ Will defeat the enemy/ 16#/ We know/ What we are is evil/ There has to be a better way/ Struggle to be gently raging/ 17#/ Accountability/ Transparency/ Things we wouldn’t need/ If information flowed free/ 18#/ There is no justice/ There is just us/ If you want vindication/ Then rise way high up/ 19#/ If there were justice/ We’d have no word for it/ If there will be justice/ We cannot know yet/ 20#/ We have to attack/ The defense contracts/ They pollute/ What they don’t destroy/ 21#/ The land is us/ We depend on it/ The land is us/ Independent of wallets/ 22#/ They teach obedience/ We preach rebellion/ Unlearn their lesson/ Practice our blessing/ 23#/ Egalitarian autonomy/ We could be so free/ Free in that way/ We aspire to be/ 24#/ Equality, the idea of ‘we’/ We each bleed red/ We are the same/ In all honesty/ 25#/ Locked in cities like sardines/ Sprawl out and live sustainably/ Take land to love/ Abandon concrete/ 26#/ Been this way always/ Can’t change they say/ Never like this;/ The final opportunity/ 27#/ People are as they is/ They do as they does/ If we fail to change/ That will be why because/ 28#/ Hundreds of years’ deceit/ Countless hour’s effort/ Today we tear it down/ Tomorrow we prevent it/ 29#/ Freedom is free/ In a free domain/ There is no capital/ No capital, no state/ 30#/ Money is no good/ It doesn’t do/ What we think it should/ Make change; money changers/ 31#/ Trivial trivial/ Typical typical/ Get together/ Occupy revolution/ 32#/ Hordes of us/ Wandering spirits/ Multiplying, dying, and feeding/ Always radioactive/ 33#/ Give what you can/ You know what you’ve got/ It’s all for naught/ Throw it into the pot/ 34#/ Vice is dead to the world/ No one who gets it cares/ About puppet presidents/ They mean nothing/ 35#/ Bow to ecocide/ Bow to be equalized/ Bow to genocide/ Targeted for annihilation/ 36#/ Don’t keep chaos away/ We need it to change/ Empower people directly/ Never a system/ 37#/ The CIA/ Gave us the GA/ They got us together/ To govern each other/ 38#/ Such a joke/ Grassroots democracy/ No one knows better/ Occupy is anarchy!/ 39#/ Our colony/ Is borderless/ Our nation is in the heart/ They can never arrest us/ 40#/ Mystic hypnosis/ Sheepish obedience/ Social control/ Familiar MO/ 41#/ The peasants are revolting/ Again and again and again/ If they won’t learn/ This will happen again/ 42#/ Brace for impact/ The water is out to sea/ The mountain trembles/ Hailstorms batter homes/ 43#/ Education/ The intelligent defense/ Brutal cognizance/ Can’t comprehend/ 44#/ Teach children the truth/ Learn truth, share truth/ Seek truth, teach children, teach/ To learn to seek to learn to teach/ 45#/ The grids of Chicago lights/ Stretch over the Earth’s curves/ We must be in their homes/ And in their hearts/ 46#/ Economy means/ No sardine cities/ Sustainability/ Not fiat/ currencies/ 47#/ Aggression is cyclical/ We hate hate/ Peace seeds grow peace trees/ Violent revolution is ludicrous/ 48#/ They come in droves/ For ice cream cones/ They leave you alone/ When you’re crying in a megaphone/ 49#/ Solidarity/ Our precious unity/ We search for you/ And find you in the action/ 50#/ Legal woes are why/ The gardens cannot grow/ With laws in lawns/ And mitigation in manure/ 51#/ Our minds are/ Levers, buttons, and nobs/ Remain vigilant/ To combat hypnotics/ 52#/ They act, we react/ They lie, we ring true/ By any means necessary/ We eek by on their terms/ 53#/ Sinister profits/ To oblivion/ To never return:/ Greed Intolerance/ 54#/ Establishment efforts;/ Constant agenda/ To nullify minds/ The vacuum of influence/ 55#/ Weapons made to order/ Orders placed to deliver/ Deliveries decimate/ Decimation vocation/ 56#/ In a thoughtful land/ Cohesion is inherent/ Truth dictates/ Armies of lovers/ 57#/ A call for vengeance/ Spilled blood spills blood/ Non-involvement is peace/ Evade confrontation/ 58#/ Followers, be leaders/ Leaders catch up to/ Fall behind,/ And the tag-alongs charge/ 59#/ Nothing without humility/ We are vulnerable/ With head over heels/ We belong upright/ 60#/ Empty homes are everywhere/ Unaffordable/ The homeless roam/ Too penniless to pay rent/ 61#/ Replace infomercials/ With 9/11 truth/ Erase News Corps/ Erase Viacom/ 62#/ Shelter/ Is a right/ We need each other/ Stifling unity is tyranny/ 63#/ Unaffordable food rots/ More than enough/ To share around/ Not enough money/ 64#/ Finance crimes/ Like election fraud/ Faith betrayed/ In the first place/ 65#/ Don’t hand yourself over/ Remain sovereign always/ There is no cost of living/ Don’t be owned/ 66#/ Soldiers, bow to children/ And remember your honor/ Power/ To the peacekeepers/ 67#/ Only the government is free/ There can be no liberty/ Without anarchy/ And community/ 68#/ We’ll be lucky/ If the food and water/ Don’t turn against us/ Save yourselves; help each other/ 69#/ One human family/ Here together then gone/ In harmony/ Below and above, one/ 70#/ Cruel cruel world/ Art imitates life/ Love is a paradox/ Transcendence is relief/ 71#/ Labor forces/ Look to the future/ Find the seventh generation/ Do what is best for them/ 72#/ Legalize everything/ Outlaw laws/ The laymen need to learn/ What fundamental change means/ 75#/ USA is a debt prison/ Like a concentration reservation/ We/ Are the mechanisms/ 76#/ Law and order/ Is too civil/ Punishment is not justice/ Fairness is subjective/ 77#/ A new law creates/ A new industry/ Jailers deal/ In human suffering/ 78#/ Do good, do evil/ Good or evil upon you/ The consensus is/ We want what is best/ 79#/ Consensus/ Is verifiable force/ Nine against one/ Democratic oppression/ 80#/ Corruption is when/ Men manipulate/ The systems we empower/ Don’t allow them/ 81#/ People, empower the person/ You have a you/ Us has an us/ This is all we need to be free/ 82#/ Deprivatize public affairs/ Profits drag people down/ Need/ Is no one’s opportunity/ 83#/ May decent people/ With nothing to hide/ Nothing to fear/ Follow the power lines to safety/ 84#/ Aim along the chains of command/ Money festers/ Follow the paper trail/ There are your demons/ 85#/ Sovereignty is for/ Confederated communities/ Choose/ Your own government/ 86#/ No such thing as science fiction/ Death rays and weather engineers/ Exist/ This is the future/ 87#/ Oily wasteland oceans/ Acidified shorelines/ Depleted fish numbers/ Slit throat dolphins/ 88#/ We live within/ A gentle microwave/ Background radiation/ Will never relent/ 89#/ Who is served?/ Who is protected?/ Selling children matches/ To make a dollar/ 90#/ Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop this/ This has to be stopped/ Progress must be tempered/ Or we will not survive/ 91#/ Eliminate politicians/ They force you into submission/ Enslave you/ And don’t apologize/ 92#/ It is time to go home/ The lights are on/ The music is over/ Oil’s dismal dependence dance/ 93#/ Merciless/ We’re on our own/ Soon they’ll be revealed;/ Our vengeful overlords/ 94#/ For the victims;/ For what we’ve done;/ For what we’ve become:/ This is for what we could be/ 95#/ Honesty, love, truth, honor/ Respect, humility, sacrifice/ That/ Is how to overcome struggle/ 96#/ Healthcare will sell you poison/ To make you sick/ To sell you treatment/ Be well. Be healthful/ 97#/ Crusades and holy wars/ Against terror/ Against drugs/ Against free humanity/ 98#/ A person is one/ Human people are one/ Across the planet/ Under a golden dawn/ 99#/ Love is true authority/ Religions are corrupt/ Governments, too/ We’re all we’ve got/ 100#/ We do what we have to do/ If it isn’t clear/ We’re nobody’s slaves/ Liberty or death out here
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In a moment of catatonic despair/ I wonder why I should ever care/ About the decisions/ that have brought me here/ ****Why won’t someone kill me/ Make it easy/ To get away/ I ain’t got no sanity/ Now look at me/ I'm fading away/ ****We've got no more feeling/ You can't ever hurt us/ You are just stealing ou
r girl/ ****Our hearts always healing/ We are blessed by space dust/ You are just stealing our girl/ ****Why won't someone kill me/ Make it easy/ To get away/ I ain’t got no sanity/ Now look at me/ I'm fading away/ ****Now you're smashing pumpkins/ And I can't do nothing/ You are just pissing me off/ My girl knows where you live/ I can burn your house down/ You're just pissing me off
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My Life: The Untrue Story
This one is for:
All the dolphins in the world. Except ugly freshwater ones
Calvin and his good friend Hobbes
Bill Waterson. Thanks for bringing so much joy to the world
Kai. You're a great long dead dog
Karrie, you are my beloved newly dead dog
Mom. Thanks for life
Dad. Thanks for life, asshole
Kristen. Big sis. You were still abusing me when this was first written, so sponsor my work
Fred. This document informs me you were a noble turtle
Wilma. Yet another noble turtle belonging to a one 'Seth P.'
Seth S.W. That was a hell of a disappearing act dude (and timely reappearance)
Seth P. I think I saw you at LocoBazooka in 2000
Mr. P. You were the teacher who made me write this in fifth grade. Way to catch the red flag. Not!
Mrs. D. I think you were blowing Mr. P but married to someone else (I really do think this). Good teacher's aide, bad wife
And of course, me. I wrote it when I was ten. I'm rewriting it 13 years later. I thanked myself back then and I'll do it again now. You're awesome, me
10 year old me was really into dedications. Enough of that. Let's get on with the carnage. Expect this to be slightly off. To reiterate; it was first written by a ten year old
$Hanging Around the House$
We can't keep a butler. I won't allow it. I am going to see how long it will take- using filth and dust and garbage and moisture- to rot out the walls and load bearing structures of time. I want to do a controlled demolition experiment over the course of my life. One day I will inherit this mansion and when that day comes the East Wing had better not be here.
I take shots at those butlers. I don't need them. I don't want them. I don't want this. I am so bored of this, but the situation is really what makes sense. Seriously, my father insists on binding a certain number of the Daggers to this location specifically to aide me. I want the west wing and the central areas for myself. And the yard, too. I want to forget about the way I've been stuck over here avoiding the Daggers. Roaming among material desires gets boring so quickly. I've come to love learning and to love killing; it’s what I do.
The people around me do exactly what I tell them when I tell them so it has become impossible to befriend them because I don’t respect them. Faces and stories and lessons and fear. These people are delivery boys. Or lunatic volunteers. Basically, whoever we force to tend to the phenomena of I.
I haven't seen my father in a couple months, but he always has spectacular weapons brought to me. The bigger I get, the bigger the guns I get get. I'm finally blowing apart the walls with an Italian made semi automatic shotgun instead of the boring old .22's. This is separate from the cache pact. The cache pact is exactly what it sounds like and occurs in the event of my father's untimely demise.
I wander through the living shadows and dead dust of the west wing from one enormous room filled with spectacular distractions to another. The old school arcade is filled with glowing and fabulous interactive machines and the new school halls are lined in enormous plasma screens with every video game ever created. Not that it matters. I am more of an animal lover. There is a zoo in the basement and side yard and I've got alligators and snakes, scorpions, a lion, crows, bats, wolverines, and some other animals, too. They’re taken care of by the Dagger people.
I’ve given the animals names. The three alligators are stooges. My lion is Murdock. So on and so forth. The emperor scorpions are Jeanie, Samantha, Major Nelson and Shaft. The birds are pin up girls. Reptiles are people like Shirley Temple and Charlie Chaplin.
Animals are nice and there's other things on the second floor, too; rides and various neat cultural amusements- like voodoo dolls and didgeridoos; things my father sends home from the places he goes to. The entire east wing is rigged with a system of ropes to represent vines. I spend days and weeks being Tarzan. Because George of the Jungle has a vagina.
This isolation is changing tomorrow. I'm on my way to school for the first time. Until now I've always had various tutors from the east wing but now I am going out in the world. Because someone, I don't know who, has decided it is time for me to be around other children. Probably an idiot politician.
I don't know what to expect. I haven't left the property since I got back from the hospital. And that was probably a year ago. So I mean. I'm watching the television. I've got a slushee from my private machine and I’ve got a smile. But, if you came close enough to me I would stab you in the gut and run away. If you followed, I would shoot you. This is because I want to. I will kill you myself within the whisper of a thought. It happens. This is why politicos are panicking. They’re trying to make a gesture of good faith. They don't yet know what I can do with my intentions. Dagger people send civilians to me to be sacrificed. Trust me when I say this; I will not do anything other than what I desire. There is nothing you or anyone else in the world can do to protect yourself from the Dagger People. And the Dagger People answer to me. They are with me.
My name is Richie Richie Rage. I live somewhere in Texas. Keep away from me.
Or better yet, keep away from Texas.
Oh. I've been wandering around dictating this and I have come upon the kitchen in a state of disarray. I keep this room clean and stocked for obvious reasons, but the refrigerator is lying on it's side. There are multicolored puddles of spilled food and drink amassed on the black and white tile. There is a crater of splintered black painted wood where some cabinets and counter tops used to be. The bull I let out must have gotten spooked in here. There is a shotgun loaded with high velocity slugs in the corner and it's time to hunt this week’s dinner for the resident Dagger people in the east wing. I don't want to talk about this and you don't need to hear about it. They tell me tomorrow will be a big day and someone suggested I keep this audio diary. I've introduced myself. You should know me well enough by now.
$Waiting For The Bus$
I've woken up early in preparation for this school thing and now have a few minutes before the bus arrives. The haze is out today. That hot wet haze you see rising on grassland at this time of morning. I popped off a few shots out of my .22 revolver and watched the crows fly away. Things are very peaceful here. I'm down the long hill from the house. Yonder off I can hear the Dagger people moving around and tending to daily affairs of Dagger life- steel clanking and dull monotone shouting. Every half an hour or so a Dagger helicopter thumps past overhead and it is going by now. As for me, I've decided I want the entire elementary school experience. If I am going to humor this diplomatic request in order to bypass a war- one I’d win without any contest, by the way- I am also going to humor myself for the day or two it takes for me to get bored. And yes, the entire state of Texas might be my hostage but I'm hoping that won't make things awkward between me and my potential school friends.
Talking to you is somewhat boring for me. Self-reflection is the dagger you cut yourselves with and look at me here indulging. I apologize for not experiencing humanity. I abandoned sobriety about ten minutes ago when I smoked that marijuana joint. You got me. RRRage smokes doobies. Reefers... I figure you deserve to know these things about me after everything I've put you through. Even I am not comfortable with the way things happened between us. I wasn't real then. I was still part of the spirit. My father, though… I guess he started it. All I do is hang around this compound. But pops is out there turning the world's indigenous people into Dagger's. He had his reasons for focusing mainly on that demographic. As for me, I'll be taking
it to the suburbs when my day comes. That day has not come however and I do not wish to get ahead of myself…
Let's talk some about my origin. I was born in the Black Hills of South Dakota. At the deepest geological point people have ever reached. I wasn't even part of the third dimension until they dug me up. I had the mind of a mineral deposit. I was in mica for Christ's sake. I know I shouldn't be here. You people made the wrong decision and I am what you chose, I am what happened when you introduced a consciousness like mine to synthetic dark matter; I am what happened when you failed to monitor your scientists. You made me and you can blame Steven Potter and the man who became my father, Keller Voyt. Didn’t you ever even think to monitor your scientists?
Trust me when I say this is embarrassing for both sides. The allies aren't blood thirsty by nature but I am. So I promise the Dagger people will be gone with my passing. Though, we will not know for certain until I witness the effects of my father’s passing. The theory is our deaths should exterminate our influence over your world with us. Hence, no more Daggers. Still, my passing is going to be on my terms and not yours. I know you'll get used to this idea. Or not. Hell if I care.
Because, listen, I could dig up that hole again. I could have my source once again extracted from hell. We could make more dark matter and voila, more of us. I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me. But I don't want more of me. I have no desire to aid the continuity of ‘my species.’ That's a third dimensional thing. And on the bright side, those living in the foreseeable future will never know what it is to live in an overpopulated world. So yay…. We have a way of thinning out your herds apparently.
Unpleasantness aside, I want us to be friends. You and me. I could use someone who will listen to what I have to say. I can tell you about what it's like to be me. You don't even have to like me because we know nobody does. And that is what makes sense.
If you are living in the distant future- and I am long dead- and they've started the date back at zero- I want you to know about who I was. And about the way the world was before me. Before me there was war. You live in peace. Sometimes you have to make something hurt as bad as it possibly can if you want the pain to go away. Or maybe you're reading this a month from now and still sleeping with one eye open. That's ok, too.
About me? I'm four foot six inches and going into the fifth grade today. The allies- inorganic life, most of you can't even, see that gusts and howls through this world on the wind- affectionately call me short stack. Allies are what dwells within the Dagger People. I don't think that's common knowledge, actually. I know it though. And now so do you. So of course they are a big part of my life. The allies acquiesce my every desire for they know that only through me can they experience the powers of this dense realm. Essentially they snatch the bodies I leave for them. Genocide and slaughter everywhere goes through my mind first. Or, for now, through my father’s mind.
We have a fairly simple system going on but the particular lineages become... stale... quickly, so they are always trying to get more High Daggers out of me. And I, of course, oblige. Or maybe it is I who wants more regular Daggers. I mean, it would make sense for them to create more of themselves, but the allies don't really care in the same way I do. It's not characteristic of them. I want though. And mine and the ally destinies and desires are intertwined in that way.
And even though we don't speak, I know my Father is out doing what I’d be doing. He is my Father because of what he did to create me. Heinous Henry, formally Keller Voyt, is the only other one of me alive. The mica poisoned his lungs and by synthetic means that person became the man my father is. His identity became the same identity I have. The same anguished mind of a hot stone vibrating like screaming electric guitars.
There was a hero who closed off that hole in South Dakota, and maybe I'll tell you that story someday, but before the hole closed my father had taken a pregnant woman down there. I am that baby. I know not of the woman. I know my birth came on the dawn of a new era and I am here to show you what that era will be.
I kind of get lonely out in open spaces like here though. A big part of me is confined to places with shadow and there are no dark forests here. I need walls. If it weren't for the allies I would be truly alone. Dagger's are unsettling to my nerves because they remind me too much of people. Allies are calming spirits. Calming to me….
In its proper natural form inorganic life is quite pleasant. To me at least. Except- unless I drastically shift my awareness- I can only meet them in the shadows and in the dark. Inorganic life is comforting presences that are invisible. Or they or very much real depending on a certain shift that occurs in my awareness. If I am in the right state of mind, you might suddenly find yourself in a crowd of merciless heathens at the shopping mall. Not unlike a prison riot. Or hell, maybe you can watch some beautiful women with me. It depends on my mood.
Oh, well. The allies can poke fun all they want. Short stack…? I feel no use for height. My situation has little to do with how many hoops I can shoot. I do like pancakes though. I should tell you more about myself. So... what I look like is this; I've got black hair and pale skin. Green eyes. Nothing about me is mutated. Or mutilated for that matter. My cheeks are like a chipmunks and I kind of have buck teeth. I wear black clothes. Articles that are practical for a cat burglar or a guerrilla warrior. A red bandana sits across my forehead to keep my hair out of my face.
Actually, speaking of red, I do aspire to join the street gang Bloods. I respect them. I met one before and I appreciated his values. Family, gang life, murder, rape, shootouts, and car chases. Very cool to me. I think they will serve a frivolous desire of mine and I will give them fame, fortune, riches, power, and control. There is a good chance that when I die, the Bloods will be facilitating this planet.
Besides senseless acts of destruction and murder or 'sacrifice,' I enjoy getting whiplash swinging around on my ropes. I got them coated in this light rubber kind of material. So swinging is a hobby you could say. Some allies call me whiplash.
The bus is rolling toward me from the distance. It's a big atrocious yellow thing barreling down the dirt road, kicking up dust, just like on the television. I'm trying to think of some way to mess with these people without being too vile. But I'm drawing a blank. I can simply kill the children, kill the bus driver, go back to bed, and let the Daggers have the bodies.
Except I was thinking something more like a prank, and I've never been a prankster is the problem. I am more into explosives than jokes. And as much as I enjoy doing what I do, there really isn't anything funny about my life. I guess I'll keep going with this audio diary when I get done with this school debacle.
$Somewhere In A Wall$
The air is draftier where I am. Not surprisingly I've ended up hiding away. This after having been alone on the bus ride. They couldn’t get any children to ride with me. Also, for whatever reason, the Australian scientist from the hospital drove me. I went all the way into Houston to this downtown pit; a school built with crumbling materials.
I've never been to a place so crowded; the humans keep a perimeter of fear from me at about a twenty foot radius. The sixth grade girls are whores. Same goes for seventh and eighth grade ones. The things they do with their eyes are strange. They obviously want to kiss me. Boys are much more fearful. Most scurry away into the classrooms. Everyone is aware of me. I don’t blame them. They all know my face from their nightmares. And from television. Like there's a difference!
I've found a decent sized hiding space here in the auditorium. Hidden behind a maroon stage curtain there was a short ladder built into the wall and this room was behind a midget sized unlocked door. Pipes, cement, and safety lighting. A faint scent of urine lingers at one corner. The walls have scuff marks from snuffed out cigarettes.
The allies are agitated; glowing reds and oranges and rushing around and seemingly through each other. Their glow is pulsating and telling me to be on edge. This explains the wind that has become of the draft.
/> “Is there something nobody has told me?”