Sooner than you think, one of Steve Ditko's greatest creations, on the silver screen. |
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Doctor Strange
Lasers in Alpha Centauri will find less tech at home
Our world is a sailboat in the galaxy and don't get me started on the Universe |
been travelling in time
forever
and on whose dime
that's the question
the answer too
I need to find
travelling in time
I am a tiny spec on the cruise ship earth
which is a subatomic particle
in the universe
yes I am fucking small
still somehow feel
mighty
oh the hubris
that allows me
to think I am important
or that the Universe
as expressed by God
even cares
if I care
aboot thinking
something
needed for the universe
to fulfil its potential
like a squirrel who wont
gather nuts
because its nature
had to much nurture
and now I am that
nihilist squirrel
who just gets kicks
playing in traffic
trying to identify
the motorists
with empathy
The HVAC of the system
is seriously fucked up
to much dust, too much
CO2, too much poison
and heat to keep our world
spinning beautiful green and blue
clear water is dead water
and sand is a dessert
for all but the biggest
head
I have a tremendous capacity to believe
in things that are not true
just because they make me feel
six degrees of separation from blue
which means in my book
spending an eternity with you
and you and you
the ones I love
and want to meet
every place
on every street
Tiger never change their spots
and leopards run the same
lanes no matter what
the game
because we are animals
and animals
behave in predictable
ways no matter how
many Tony Frankenstein's
program them to
behave
Fundamentally if we want to survive
the discussion must change
from how we change everything
to how we must not change
anything
the world was fine until we
got the file
and believed
humans were the best OS
when really we all know now
deeep down we were just
a virus
Our mods are profound
and ultimately terrible
and so unnecessarily terminal
like New York City
big Apple shattered
so many times
yet the best survive
and actually thrive
and move the ball down
the field unorthodox style
humanity is like Tebow
winning the Superbowl
Love is a burning thing
says Johnny Cash
and I agree
its what makes us
mad
and sane
and everything else
we bring to our game
But love can not be quantified
or explained
so irrational is our base program
and that's a waste
in the land of ones and zeros
and the corporation
can not stand bad
math because they
are all invested
in predictable outcomes
and human variables
make even the best prognosticators
Nostradamus of folly
because no one has more
fun than people
and when they were supposed
to be killing game
most of the time
they wished they
were singing
The human patient is dying
and faces extinction
and it will take most of the mammals
with him
the planet will not die
no its seen at least 6 supercylces
and maybe more
the only ones I can talk about
is the ones where most the humans
die
Ever heard of Noah?
or maybe Lazours
long life
maybe the idea of Thor
brings the lighting
to your sheeple brain
but somehow
you have to wake up Zombie
cause humanity is now not
just a dead man walking
we are the walking dead
a pestilence on the planetary
conditions
and God is going to
exterminate us with the
green certified pesticide
we call global warming
People today living in Phoenix
at 120 degrees thinking they
are all ICUSR with carbon
fibre wings
We are the 6ht extinction
and thats my rock band
we will Mad Max soundtrack
the eve of destruction
with lyrics not just sound
Can a knife falling be caught
safely Sensie
well if you got Kevlar gloves
its clear
sharp blades will not cut you
but the problem is
to wear such equipment in the
cage is seen by the masters of the universe
as violation of the rule
or as they see it
there is not rule
only gold
and what gold thinks
is what I think
cause I am a very
heavy metal
If humanity is to survive
we got to share
but we can not go to places
where the loudest voices
get all the places there
After the 5th extinction
the survivors gathered somewhere
and they found people of every colour
and all creeds
of every superstitious belief
They were all speaking in tongues
and no one could understand
cause SIRI no longer exists
in this timeline
people wanted to talk
but the tech was
not back
What we know of the fifth extinction
is very limited but many markers exist
Islam, Sikhism, Mormonism, Christianity
and too many cults to mention
where not part of the equation
they did not exist in the fifth world
I describe
they are successful innovators
in the psyche of today people
and who is to say that's a bad
thing
innovation is the only thing that
can prevent the 6th extinction
Reliably we must assume that
the Greeks know the most about
the 5th world, after that the Vikings
have something similar to say
and then the Jews recorded
a typically self aggrandising
account of all of the above.
After that tales from distant
cultures that could not be cognisant
are unreliable. For sure there was a lot
going on in Egypt and South America
but maybe it was echos of the fourth
or the third, hell what do I know
Do squirrels have Gods
and do they see humans so
that the existential question
answered by the LEGO movie.
So enough with the preamble
you know if you read long
enough
there would be solutions
at this store.
The world is like a sailboat
totally equipped with every
device
rail gun security
that hit a submerged
container that had it
been made of steel
would never have\
happened because the sonar
would have change course
automatically
oh yes the ship of humanity
is the real deal
the problem was
as all the people in
the enquiring will agree
was barnacles
yep despite the most advanced
tech on the know planet
with sonar that could pick
the pepper out of flyshit
the boat hit the CUC
steel 40 foot traitor of humanity
It was never meant to be a stealth element
made in Malaysia of crappy steel to was
floating cause an act of God
or some call it weather
caused it to fall offstage
and just float
on the vast ocean
like a canary
in a coal mine singing
but disguised by all
the coal dust
and the barnacles that attached themselves
over time to this cubit
made detection impossible
it was biological stealth
Hitting that was
close to as exciting of sex
expert in this case erectile dysfunction
mean death
and the little blue pill
forever
and on whose dime
that's the question
the answer too
I need to find
travelling in time
I am a tiny spec on the cruise ship earth
which is a subatomic particle
in the universe
yes I am fucking small
still somehow feel
mighty
oh the hubris
that allows me
to think I am important
or that the Universe
as expressed by God
even cares
if I care
aboot thinking
something
needed for the universe
to fulfil its potential
like a squirrel who wont
gather nuts
because its nature
had to much nurture
and now I am that
nihilist squirrel
who just gets kicks
playing in traffic
trying to identify
the motorists
with empathy
The HVAC of the system
is seriously fucked up
to much dust, too much
CO2, too much poison
and heat to keep our world
spinning beautiful green and blue
clear water is dead water
and sand is a dessert
for all but the biggest
head
I have a tremendous capacity to believe
in things that are not true
just because they make me feel
six degrees of separation from blue
which means in my book
spending an eternity with you
and you and you
the ones I love
and want to meet
every place
on every street
Tiger never change their spots
and leopards run the same
lanes no matter what
the game
because we are animals
and animals
behave in predictable
ways no matter how
many Tony Frankenstein's
program them to
behave
Fundamentally if we want to survive
the discussion must change
from how we change everything
to how we must not change
anything
the world was fine until we
got the file
and believed
humans were the best OS
when really we all know now
deeep down we were just
a virus
Our mods are profound
and ultimately terrible
and so unnecessarily terminal
like New York City
big Apple shattered
so many times
yet the best survive
and actually thrive
and move the ball down
the field unorthodox style
humanity is like Tebow
winning the Superbowl
Love is a burning thing
says Johnny Cash
and I agree
its what makes us
mad
and sane
and everything else
we bring to our game
But love can not be quantified
or explained
so irrational is our base program
and that's a waste
in the land of ones and zeros
and the corporation
can not stand bad
math because they
are all invested
in predictable outcomes
and human variables
make even the best prognosticators
Nostradamus of folly
because no one has more
fun than people
and when they were supposed
to be killing game
most of the time
they wished they
were singing
The human patient is dying
and faces extinction
and it will take most of the mammals
with him
the planet will not die
no its seen at least 6 supercylces
and maybe more
the only ones I can talk about
is the ones where most the humans
die
Ever heard of Noah?
or maybe Lazours
long life
maybe the idea of Thor
brings the lighting
to your sheeple brain
but somehow
you have to wake up Zombie
cause humanity is now not
just a dead man walking
we are the walking dead
a pestilence on the planetary
conditions
and God is going to
exterminate us with the
green certified pesticide
we call global warming
People today living in Phoenix
at 120 degrees thinking they
are all ICUSR with carbon
fibre wings
We are the 6ht extinction
and thats my rock band
we will Mad Max soundtrack
the eve of destruction
with lyrics not just sound
Can a knife falling be caught
safely Sensie
well if you got Kevlar gloves
its clear
sharp blades will not cut you
but the problem is
to wear such equipment in the
cage is seen by the masters of the universe
as violation of the rule
or as they see it
there is not rule
only gold
and what gold thinks
is what I think
cause I am a very
heavy metal
If humanity is to survive
we got to share
but we can not go to places
where the loudest voices
get all the places there
After the 5th extinction
the survivors gathered somewhere
and they found people of every colour
and all creeds
of every superstitious belief
They were all speaking in tongues
and no one could understand
cause SIRI no longer exists
in this timeline
people wanted to talk
but the tech was
not back
What we know of the fifth extinction
is very limited but many markers exist
Islam, Sikhism, Mormonism, Christianity
and too many cults to mention
where not part of the equation
they did not exist in the fifth world
I describe
they are successful innovators
in the psyche of today people
and who is to say that's a bad
thing
innovation is the only thing that
can prevent the 6th extinction
Reliably we must assume that
the Greeks know the most about
the 5th world, after that the Vikings
have something similar to say
and then the Jews recorded
a typically self aggrandising
account of all of the above.
After that tales from distant
cultures that could not be cognisant
are unreliable. For sure there was a lot
going on in Egypt and South America
but maybe it was echos of the fourth
or the third, hell what do I know
Do squirrels have Gods
and do they see humans so
that the existential question
answered by the LEGO movie.
So enough with the preamble
you know if you read long
enough
there would be solutions
at this store.
The world is like a sailboat
totally equipped with every
device
rail gun security
that hit a submerged
container that had it
been made of steel
would never have\
happened because the sonar
would have change course
automatically
oh yes the ship of humanity
is the real deal
the problem was
as all the people in
the enquiring will agree
was barnacles
yep despite the most advanced
tech on the know planet
with sonar that could pick
the pepper out of flyshit
the boat hit the CUC
steel 40 foot traitor of humanity
It was never meant to be a stealth element
made in Malaysia of crappy steel to was
floating cause an act of God
or some call it weather
caused it to fall offstage
and just float
on the vast ocean
like a canary
in a coal mine singing
but disguised by all
the coal dust
and the barnacles that attached themselves
over time to this cubit
made detection impossible
it was biological stealth
Hitting that was
close to as exciting of sex
expert in this case erectile dysfunction
mean death
and the little blue pill
Friday, April 15, 2016
Thursday, April 14, 2016
What is it ?
"On August 24, 2014, Dutch pilot and photographer JPC van Heijst was five hours into the ten hour flight when he spotted a single intense bolt of light shoot vertically into the air. There were no other flashes or storms in the area or on their radar. Twenty minutes later, he saw the red glow. Having heard reports of earthquakes in California, Chile and Iceland, he checked for quakes or volcanic activity on the route but saw no alerts. "The closer we got, the more intense the glow became, illuminating the clouds and sky below us in a scary orange glow, in a part of the world where there was supposed to be nothing but water."
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Peabody is broke and Prine is still singing
Mr Peabody is broke. Happy Seventieth John, could you have gotten a sweeter present.
“And Daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County
“Down by the Green River where paradise lay?”
“Well, I’m sorry my son, but you’re too late in asking
Mister Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away”
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Monday, April 11, 2016
15 things you didn't know about Chernobyl • Thunderclap
the abandoned city of Pripyat / Chernobyl nuclear plant in the back (Greenpeace) |
...The long-lived radionuclides released by Chernobyl means the disaster continues 30 years later. It still affects the lives of millions of people. Here are 15 facts you may not know about the disaster –
more: 15 things you didn't know about Chernobyl | Greenpeace International
Please speak out in solidarity with Chernobyl survivors and join us for a twitter thunderclap.
Labels:
#OccupyNuclear,
chernobyl,
no nukes,
nuclear,
radiation,
renewable energy,
Thunderclap
Sunday, April 10, 2016
P E N E T R A T I O N
Labels:
above top secret,
acceptance,
aliens,
books,
C.I.A.,
disclosure,
moon,
truth
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Manure
I raise my glass to the statesmen who grin,
Then with neat footwork stately spin
Yet another web of steel and bile,
The better to manipulate those without guile
Who with trained minds and lame intellect,
Spit out the peanuts for them to select
The next government who then quickly learn
To ignore the electorate and democracy spurn,
As in this life, one thing's for sure,
The rich get the beef and the poor get manure.
Friday, April 8, 2016
Men Who Stare At Goats
Labels:
above top secret,
aliens,
C.I.A.,
crazy,
death,
deviant,
history,
insanity,
mind control
Thursday, April 7, 2016
You do not talk about Fight Club !
Labels:
art,
cult film,
deviant,
film,
movies,
perspective,
revolution,
sex,
violence
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Censorship
ALL AND ANY CENSORSHIP IS WRONG.
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
: :
Labels:
acceptance,
censorship,
free speech,
freedom
One
Funny how the ancestors of immigrants can so easily forget their history and turn against the immigrant with bile and rancour as if they were to blame for all a nation's ills. As if all their true history can be consigned to some dim and dark cupboard where no one ever looks anymore. Where the truth can be shackled and hidden away the better to twist the myth. As if being a member of the human race is not enough you still have to join and subscribe to their tribe, their clan, their faith.
What ever happened to one god. One faith. One human race?
Labels:
hominids,
humans,
kinship,
love,
world peace
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Monday, April 4, 2016
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Fukushima’s Former Residents Return Home To Ghost Town | 3tags
In “Retracing Our Steps,” French photographers Carlos Ayesta and Guillaume Bression asked some of the 80,000 nuclear refugees forced to evacuate areas near Fukushima to return to the places they once knew, a process that took nearly four years of detective work and jumping through administrative hoops. What they found was a world that had become almost unrecognizable, but also stories that were deeply human, calling to mind Auden’s famous poem “Musée des Beaux Arts...”
more: Fukushima’s Former Residents Return Home To Ghost Town | 3tags
no nukes (ever) – – – whats up nuclear blog
Friday, April 1, 2016
Thursday, March 31, 2016
poe the raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Mars:Game of Thrones Treatment
Arguably the Mars colonisation opus by Kim Stanley Robinson is the greatest trio ever written. As a devoted consumer of meaty science fiction I became completely immersed in this world. Now its coming to the screen.(January 2017) Yahooo! Cant wait.
The News is Fake
Everthing is fake, reality is what humans make it. Therefore our greatest dreams could be realized if only we thought properly.
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