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a gift...
artists initiate us into alternate realms, engage us and allow us to peer in at ourselves... what a view...
Lorde:
Thankyou soo much everyone for making this song explode because this world is mental. (Laughter). Planet Earth is run by psychopaths that hide behind slick marketing, ‘freedom’ propaganda and ‘economic growth’ rhetoric,[1] while they construct a global system of corporatized totalitarianism.
As American journalist Chris Hedges has identified, a corporate totalitarian core thrives inside a fictitious democratic shell.[2] This core yields an ‘inverted’ totalitarian state that few recognize because it does not look like the Orwellian world of Nineteen Eighty-four.[3]
This corporate totalitarian core is spreading outward from America. Planet Earth is being rapidly militarized by the world’s major and significant states, including their police forces.[4] Meanwhile, state surveillance is becoming universal[5] and torture is outsourced to gulags.[6]
Can we not imagine that in past times, simple folk found it hard to work out exactly how they were being manipulated by the Royal monarchies, and the Papal monarchy, who claimed a ‘divine right to rule’? Ordinary people from classical times through to the demise of Ancien Regime could not see how the rivalrous network of elites and oligarchs were linked, not least because the illiterate masses were indoctrinated to believe in their humble lot, to obey divinely-endorsed authority and to live in fear of damnation.
So, in today’s mental world, it should become clearer now that Planet Earth is ruled by super-wealthy people, who use their outrageous fortunes to steer the trajectories of whole societies for their own material and political gain.[7] These oligarchs are, in fact, colluding for economic gain and conspiring to augment more political power.[8] Armies of professional, political, religious and military elites serve them.[9 Together, they comprise a highly-networked transnational capitalist class that has been traced in studies by: Peter Phillips and Brady Osborne;[10] William K. Carroll;[11]David Rothkopf;[12] Daniel Estulin;[13] and Laurence H. Shoup and William Minter.[14]
As Canadian journalist Naomi Klein has argued in her book, The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism, ‘free markets’ were slickly marketed in the 1980s and 1990s with the idea that they would deliver individual freedom and prosperity for all.[15] Klein also wrote that the use of military violence to facilitate the spread of ‘free markets’ in the field-testing stage from the mid-1960s to the mid-1970s has continued into the 2000s. Her view is supported in Eugene Jarecki’s documentary Why We Fight, which compellingly showed that America fights wars to make the world secure for its corporations.[16] So, get reading and viewing! (Lorde giggles and half the audience rises to their feet applauding. The other half remain fixed in their chairs. Some reluctantly clap).
Thankyou soo much everyone for giving a shit about our song, ‘Royals’. May you all find the balls to help construct a world based on resilient community, bona-fide freedom, and peace. To do that, we will need to redeploy the psychopaths that currently run the world to the planet’s prisons.[17] Peace cannot happen with reconciliation. That was Nelson Mandela’s mistake.[18] The first step to peace is justice firmly served.
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See the full story “Clipping Queen Bee’s Wings: Lorde’s real Grammy speech suppressed” at
And also:
The inside story behind Lorde’s meteoric rise: “Queen Bee Mentor: The professor who fed Lorde’s mental buzz”
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It would be really cool if the new app were somehow made available for older ios versions since i dont own any device with ios 7 to run the new app on
In the fragmented world of materialism, consumerism and individualism, every perception is distorted. Beauty is a construct which has dissolved into a instinctual drive due to the constant bombardment by the world of advertising, Hollywood and all of its poisonous tentacles which stretch deep inside every sanctuary we try and keep pure.
Every face we see, we unconsciously scan for imperfections, our genetic code does a millisecond analysis and concludes if this member is fitting to have offspring with. But we are romantic, we try and read faces for their expressions, emotions, we cling to our stereotypical deductions to put people into molds, from which we conclude who is trustworthy and who can pose a threat. But we dig deeper.
The eyes are the window to the soul, but it doesn't stop at the eyes. The entire face gives us an impression and (like it or not) we give the cute, baby-like, round faces more leverage, bigger benefit of the doubt, whilst the rougher, sharper faces immediately provoke the animal inside to go on edge, to watch out and be prepared. To be careful. Every imperfection throws us off, and the initial impression is very hard to disregard, it takes a lot of time, conversation and insight to delete (or at least diminish) the initial feeling we got off someone.
The person in the image above is not someone who would physically impress us. This is a scared man, the face is not symmetrical, with somewhat strange imperfections spreading all over; peculiar facial hair and hairstyle might intrigue us, but by all standards, this is someone who we would probably avoid, maybe even be threatened by at first (we're talking about the first, millisecond impression).
But we don't know this mans' story! We don't know why he has this soldier-like expression, why he is so upright, uptight, mean-looking even. This is a conclusion we come up with without any real basis, the basis is completely instinctual, without any rational interaction. Emotionally we might even perceive that this is not a happy man. We could even conclude further, from the instincts onward, that the soldier-like expression stretches from a particular event in his past, he might have been abused, had a difficult childhood, a very unhappy love affair and a million other scenarios which we conjure up from our own experiences or from the Hollywood monster which pushes onto us its visions of perfection and where human fault comes from.
Yet, the rational part will always tell us; we just don't know. There is no Sherlock Holmes on this planet, there's a reason why this person is fictional. Although I'm sure some come close with the depth of their deductions, most of us know very little about the art of expression. We usually think we do, but truly we are wrong most of the time. But we always remember the times our first impressions were right about someone (which speaks volumes about us, not about the other person or our deduction skills).
So I think it's good to keep in mind, that first impressions tell a lot more about ourselves than anyone else. We must always keep in mind the possibility that our perception is wrong, that it just might be focused on the wrong things.
Behind what we perceive as an abused, bruised, melancholic, unhappy, imperfect face, there might lay a Lion in disguise...
Citric Acid Erodes Teeth.
Bone braces
for a corpse
would not
work.
One long black hair
on my chin
reminds me
my heart beats
today.
Steve likes anal sex
but only with men
otherwise he is confused.
I cannot emphasize enough
how important it is
to brush your teeth.
i stuck my head in the earth
and waited
(what seemed like an eternity)
until my brain cells grew
straight out of my skull
right through my dead hair
and into the black, cold, wet soil.
worms slowly wiggle through my eyes.
my arms and legs spread up to the sky
wavering
faltering
as these very deranged looking branches
grasp for air--
but my feet have forgotten how to breath!
and my skin has forgotten how to absorb nutrients
from the sun, the rain, the soil.
i scream for help, but choke.
suffocate, fall over...and
remember i'm only human.
only a human imagining myself as:
a plant, a vegetable, a root...a seed...the earth.
and i start to realize that
humans are just
upside down plants...
naked animals.
...and yet i wonder...
why.
I found this most endearing. What other band or musician can claim this?
"According to data from Wired.com, which aggregated information found on OK Cupid profiles, you're most likely to score a date if you mention surfing, yoga, the ocean or Radiohead."
http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/feb/04/dating-profile-picture-that-counts?CMP=fb_gu
Riot please.
The bartender witnesses all my indiscretions.
As I collect father figures.
Daddy?
The last stitch has come out.
I am naked.
The marks on my body create a pattern.
Of neglect.
I am no one left at home.
The husk of the scorpion falls from my shoulders.
The tender meat within is revolting.
I order another drink.
“Those eyes…” He tells me.
I stare.
I am callous.
and Riot please.
Velvet Milk.
I feel lonely
Burden bringer of honey warm my bones
feel sultry and never not alone
The tastes of a psychopath
reflect the doctrines of my own personal philosophy
and I repeat
I feel lonely
bite to the taste of blood and modify your slouch
cryptic melodies flavor the month
could you stand still long enough to bar the glare from the sun
I cannot see the wind breaking the trees
in half
time is condensed
I am selfless
and I am prepared to die before the funeral
if your promise me
to set flowers at my grave.
Wealth In Decency.
There’s a leprechaun at the end of the rainbow
smoking a cigarette sitting on a pile of gold
I am tempted to break his nose
give him a black eye and steal his gold
but then I heed the warning
God would want better of me
so I light my own cigarette and sit next to him
we share a thermos of coffee
and joke about the weather
wanting nothing more than what I’m offered.
snow. cats' footprints. their paths bending like snakes. i can see no need for that. but they probably do. i asked my cat about it yesterday evening. he laughed at me. directly to my face. i think he sometimes despises me.
German duo *Goose Bumps* presents *White Stripes*. White Stripes is filled with warm chords and a nice vocal to set a perfect atmosphere. Remixes are deeper and various from tech house to techno. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8eGdVkwNYM#t=238
SPREAD THE WORD ///LOCAL EVENT LISTINGS / GLOBAL MAP - JAN 25 2014 http://www.globalmarchagainstchemtrailsandgeoengineering.com/map.html///EVENTS LIST ALPHABETICAL ORDER: http://globalmarchagainstchemtrailsandgeoengineering.com/events.html
My Mother's Suicide.
There is moss that covers the lawn and it cradles my toes gentler then the grass
I witness my mother's suicide
As the grass claims it's fate from the mower
I know we are not alone
I know we are not gods
But I stand at the swings and declare myself the saltine cracker in earth's finer soups
I feel a plunge in my stomach as the plane I am on in the reality I have made shifts to adjust for the wind
And the wind howls as nothing before has torn through it
I own the pilot
This is my testimony to art
If only I could drive myself home
I know I am not alone
I know I am not god
But I am as yet no one known.
She used the scissors
To curl ribbons
Columns of red gushed
The pressure in my ears builds
And a sharp searing pain doubles me over
I hear her scream
The ants on the sidewalk build a boardwalk of practicality
I swallow a cherry
I wear lace underwear
The ambulance arrives and I wilt into the carpet
I know we are not alone
I know we are not gods
The hospital looms like a villain in the night.
I collapse.
A Fair Warning.
Don't drink the koolaid or step on the glass
This is a fair warning my little lass
The hunter is out and his Dalmatian is searching for another victim
Is it ever enough?
I can see there are pools forming at your eyes
I know it is me that you despise
The bearer of foul news
But I can't help but swim in those eyes
There's frost on the carpet
You left the door wide
And open mouthed you breathe
Like a shark on the scent of blood
I am ready for you my little lass
Hook line and summertime
We'll meet at the bottom of a river's end
In the forest of cancer's blame
And with one final kiss we shall fight
To the death
Your cheek is cold
My fist limp
I am the first to fail you
There is a winter coming
To bury my corpse
As you have no strength to lift the shovel
I'll see you in hell.
