Christmas in Bhang Country
2112
Two years remain.
Aight, so this shit be aight.
A plague has infected the lands; a plague only Goddess Sativa can cure
Aight, so this shit be aight.
A plague has infected the lands; a plague only Goddess Sativa can cure
lobster cooperative
"Keep on nagging woman"
Kinky kinks escort me through waves of Karty Konfusion. Christmas days appear like love from dissilusion, and birthed out of its velvet womb, a knight so bright insists on fighting to death.
This unprecedented pretence performed by predescessors of a peculiar world, as if pretending to procreate with great precaution causing the presense of pretext to morph into the premis of this perscription.
Hoix
He plucked the milky leaves out of its mother earth and studied it. It served exhibit by my dirtied windows gazing out on the dirtied streets. He defiled it and violated, for he fancied it far too much to let it slip. But worlds of dirtied windows and dirtied streets are cruel indeed.
Fellers
Kinky kinks escort me through waves of Karty Konfusion. Christmas days appear like love from dissilusion, and birthed out of its velvet womb, a knight so bright insists on fighting to death.
This unprecedented pretence performed by predescessors of a peculiar world, as if pretending to procreate with great precaution causing the presense of pretext to morph into the premis of this perscription.
Hoix
He plucked the milky leaves out of its mother earth and studied it. It served exhibit by my dirtied windows gazing out on the dirtied streets. He defiled it and violated, for he fancied it far too much to let it slip. But worlds of dirtied windows and dirtied streets are cruel indeed.
Fellers
dust
Pressed - to the point where resisting becomes utterly futile by my own mind, I carry on this two faced life; this life of showcasing and smiling, all the while restricting the tremendous maelstrom within me; this endless war on society and its feeble demagogues, seemingly endless in numbers.
For too long has this war raged and ravaged what once was such a peaceful land. For too long have I fought on both sides.
But there is no turning back now,eh. The sativian mind will assist me, I'm sure, but what if it is not enough?
All I want, is to become one with The Tree, so that all the petty conflicts within me can dissolve into nothingness.
Aw, the little boy is disillusioned, what a shame. Well, what did you expect when playing with the waves, huh?
Anywho. The mountain of fucking work that is school, is calling for me with its oh so deceptive voice. Sirene song. They promised us leisure, didn't they? I don't know, I'm too dried out to even care.
I blame my parents for not saving me. For I am far too receptible to their fucking bullshit.
For too long has this war raged and ravaged what once was such a peaceful land. For too long have I fought on both sides.
But there is no turning back now,eh. The sativian mind will assist me, I'm sure, but what if it is not enough?
All I want, is to become one with The Tree, so that all the petty conflicts within me can dissolve into nothingness.
Aw, the little boy is disillusioned, what a shame. Well, what did you expect when playing with the waves, huh?
Anywho. The mountain of fucking work that is school, is calling for me with its oh so deceptive voice. Sirene song. They promised us leisure, didn't they? I don't know, I'm too dried out to even care.
I blame my parents for not saving me. For I am far too receptible to their fucking bullshit.
Beautiful, is it not?
d-man
Well Well..
I guess that's all one can say really. A man who has seen dungen is a rich man indeed. And rich men tend to fall into the depressive depths of stagnation..
well well
I guess that's all one can say really. A man who has seen dungen is a rich man indeed. And rich men tend to fall into the depressive depths of stagnation..
well well
D to the -
Friends and foes of the Empire! Listen up! For today is not a day like any other, nay, it is a day bestowed upon us by the very Gods above. It is a day birthed out of hazed Mario Karting and Led Zeppelin 1. It is a day birthed out of the wishes of the yestermonth. It is a day, perhaps just like any other, yet I can't help but feel the glowing inside of me. Today, I'm going to see Dungen. Hell to the yes.
Great Bhang received shall accompany me through the hardships of apathy.
Can of Laughter, laughing away my life, as if it belonged to them. And I can't help but pushing them away, I don't know why, I just need to.
"Who be the one steppin in the rooom
Everybody puff at the Temple of Boom"
Great Bhang received shall accompany me through the hardships of apathy.
Can of Laughter, laughing away my life, as if it belonged to them. And I can't help but pushing them away, I don't know why, I just need to.
"Who be the one steppin in the rooom
Everybody puff at the Temple of Boom"
a pint or two will more than do
Also, I thought it necessary to add acouple of things. Ironically (God I always think of Iron Maiden when I see the word "Ironical"... Pisses me off) enough my auntie just asked me: "little feller, have you ever been victim to severe anxiety?" When I didn't answer her, finding the activities on the telly much more entangling, she proceeded on to ask me of any tips I may or may not have as to what can be done about said anxiety. I laughed heartily, as I imagined myself telling her of a certain thing or two.
Yes it was delicious indeed.
Anywho, so she continued her monologue by talking about how a lot of people are suffering from it in Sweden especially during the cold days of winter. I carefully ignored her and went upstairs to write this.
Now my conclusions from this were rather tasty. I was reassured in my old waven belief and also in that that people in general are miserable. Trivia is hell, unless you're too stupid to realize how hellish it is. Hypo-what?
CRITICAL
Anyway, so I say to all you well-to-do:ers out there, with your TV:s and your games and your jobs and your kids and your animals and your trips abroad and your gambling and your drinking and your reading and your excessive use of sugar and your fast foods and your walks and your partying and your sex to go fuck yourselves. I chose my path as wisely as I could, seing as I'm a man of thought, and you should chose yours just as wisely, and just as fitting to the person you are. But promise me this, and this only: Don't let the society of man stand in your way. And don't, by any means, refrain from using soma given to you by society (Tv,alcohol,party) for the mere cause of rebellion, that won't do.
Be true niggaz
delicious
Yes it was delicious indeed.
Anywho, so she continued her monologue by talking about how a lot of people are suffering from it in Sweden especially during the cold days of winter. I carefully ignored her and went upstairs to write this.
Now my conclusions from this were rather tasty. I was reassured in my old waven belief and also in that that people in general are miserable. Trivia is hell, unless you're too stupid to realize how hellish it is. Hypo-what?
CRITICAL
Anyway, so I say to all you well-to-do:ers out there, with your TV:s and your games and your jobs and your kids and your animals and your trips abroad and your gambling and your drinking and your reading and your excessive use of sugar and your fast foods and your walks and your partying and your sex to go fuck yourselves. I chose my path as wisely as I could, seing as I'm a man of thought, and you should chose yours just as wisely, and just as fitting to the person you are. But promise me this, and this only: Don't let the society of man stand in your way. And don't, by any means, refrain from using soma given to you by society (Tv,alcohol,party) for the mere cause of rebellion, that won't do.
Be true niggaz
delicious
Bhang, bangue, charas, ma
Still sitting with the door opened, God knows how long it's been now. What am I doing? Those three condescending words keep appearing before me like some sort of cosmic ad, paving its neon path inside my head. The goal, the mission, the duty? Harmony, nothingness and numbness.
Inner completion along with inner satisfaction.
Yet we continue to fucking deprive ourselves of this harmony by going along with this society of cynicism and suffering that we all cherish and praise. This lovely hell of ours tells us that disharmony is the cure. Work, not for the Self, but for the higher power.
Your reward? Acceptance, love but most important of all: Validation.
Because we are so FUCKING FED with the conviction that Society holds life's greatest secrets and is the most trust worthy entity in the world; that it is some utopian concoction of moral will to do well, thus making it the highest authority. Yes, school, yes municipality, yes state and yes world, you ought to be trusted with my life, for I am not unique, no, THERE ARE 6.7 BILLIONS OF ME OUT THERE, ISN'T IT FUCKING SO.
Great job, you succeeded, you created chaos in my once so peaceful lands. Your seeds are sown within me and only help from the outside can protect me now.
For now that I've found my path back to harmony, there is nothing you can do.
fuck you..
Inner completion along with inner satisfaction.
Yet we continue to fucking deprive ourselves of this harmony by going along with this society of cynicism and suffering that we all cherish and praise. This lovely hell of ours tells us that disharmony is the cure. Work, not for the Self, but for the higher power.
Your reward? Acceptance, love but most important of all: Validation.
Because we are so FUCKING FED with the conviction that Society holds life's greatest secrets and is the most trust worthy entity in the world; that it is some utopian concoction of moral will to do well, thus making it the highest authority. Yes, school, yes municipality, yes state and yes world, you ought to be trusted with my life, for I am not unique, no, THERE ARE 6.7 BILLIONS OF ME OUT THERE, ISN'T IT FUCKING SO.
Great job, you succeeded, you created chaos in my once so peaceful lands. Your seeds are sown within me and only help from the outside can protect me now.
For now that I've found my path back to harmony, there is nothing you can do.
fuck you..
Payday
What am I doing?
Yes, well, I suppose that's a valid question after all. What the fuck is going on. I'm sitting on my rather uncomfortable chair with the door opened just waiting for something to happen. Hah. The door is opened, and I ask myself why?
My aunt is nearby, walking around, moaning and groaning miserably. God, it's as if its contagious, that shit. I can't bare listening to all those dried out fucking grunts of pain and anxiety. She calls for me, repeatedly. I remain silent, the only sound reaching her ears being the mechanical noice coming from me tapping this keyboard. Yet my door remains open.
Two meters, that's all it takes, get up, go up to the door and close it. But I don't want to. I cringe at the very idea.
I haven't been out today, you know, xcept for the usual school duties. Duties.
And I do need to visit the restroom, ta taah, for I'm a crazed wicked colonial man, interested in thine fine wares, maha, and by wares I mean yer children. I'm too bored to laugh out of boredom.
But it is as it should be. A pile of homework awaits in the horizon.
What the fuck ever, what am I whining about, tomorrows payday
Yes, well, I suppose that's a valid question after all. What the fuck is going on. I'm sitting on my rather uncomfortable chair with the door opened just waiting for something to happen. Hah. The door is opened, and I ask myself why?
My aunt is nearby, walking around, moaning and groaning miserably. God, it's as if its contagious, that shit. I can't bare listening to all those dried out fucking grunts of pain and anxiety. She calls for me, repeatedly. I remain silent, the only sound reaching her ears being the mechanical noice coming from me tapping this keyboard. Yet my door remains open.
Two meters, that's all it takes, get up, go up to the door and close it. But I don't want to. I cringe at the very idea.
I haven't been out today, you know, xcept for the usual school duties. Duties.
And I do need to visit the restroom, ta taah, for I'm a crazed wicked colonial man, interested in thine fine wares, maha, and by wares I mean yer children. I'm too bored to laugh out of boredom.
But it is as it should be. A pile of homework awaits in the horizon.
What the fuck ever, what am I whining about, tomorrows payday
Quirk
I watch them dirty niggez step out the roof, bulletproof!
Henchmen of olden thoughts arrive at dawn to wake me up. From their dazed past they call upon me, requesting that I too shall walk their crimson pathway.
Through the velvet vestibule a man steps forth so bright. To sing a song of golden halls and journeys in the night.
Hello friends, life's treatin me real well, except for the fact that Lovely Maiden races towards me, what with me spending up all my lifen coins. The currency of life, the youth, the curiosity, the life lust.
The lust to do sin. The craving for pleasure. The numbing of the senses.
Indeed, the gift given to us is fragile and it shall not withstand the agony of apathy.
Henchmen of olden thoughts arrive at dawn to wake me up. From their dazed past they call upon me, requesting that I too shall walk their crimson pathway.
Through the velvet vestibule a man steps forth so bright. To sing a song of golden halls and journeys in the night.
Hello friends, life's treatin me real well, except for the fact that Lovely Maiden races towards me, what with me spending up all my lifen coins. The currency of life, the youth, the curiosity, the life lust.
The lust to do sin. The craving for pleasure. The numbing of the senses.
Indeed, the gift given to us is fragile and it shall not withstand the agony of apathy.
InsAAD, frumm the HiveMIIND, creepin up like Kuuubla... khAAN
Spoken like a true Englishmen
Energetic aromas round energetic comas.
See, nothing gives a man more pleasure in a world, such as your own, for I too have drunk the milk of liberty, and I can assure you, my involvment in the Roscorp. crisis left many unanswered questions indeed, yet they all contained the magical remedy of astral flight.
The men, tired and wise, stepped upon the cobbled streets and hurried towards their foreseen destination.
A wolf howls, a song cries, nothing remains in humble eyes.
A dove is in the lunar hell, dripping away into his shell. One and two, the beavers came, they understood the width of pain. In the seas of pleasure blue, their howled and howled a wolf named two. In his ears, a thousand thanks, for all the work in databanks. And into hell another came, to see the land of gloorious fame, and into me another wept, and saw the dollar bills in debt.
Energetic aromas round energetic comas.
See, nothing gives a man more pleasure in a world, such as your own, for I too have drunk the milk of liberty, and I can assure you, my involvment in the Roscorp. crisis left many unanswered questions indeed, yet they all contained the magical remedy of astral flight.
The men, tired and wise, stepped upon the cobbled streets and hurried towards their foreseen destination.
A wolf howls, a song cries, nothing remains in humble eyes.
A dove is in the lunar hell, dripping away into his shell. One and two, the beavers came, they understood the width of pain. In the seas of pleasure blue, their howled and howled a wolf named two. In his ears, a thousand thanks, for all the work in databanks. And into hell another came, to see the land of gloorious fame, and into me another wept, and saw the dollar bills in debt.
