They Take Their Synthesis Away From All Those Below Them: AN EFFECT OF COERCIVE STATIST EXISTENCE

Am I the only one who feels as if technology has become more and more chaotic over the years?

From my observations it has appeared that the distance between the user and the administrator has been increased significantly in the past decade, making our supposedly technologically dependent world sluggish, irritated and frustrated. Perhaps though, these tools were at one point meant to be used by the regular user but as fear set into the American mind (and subsequently the rest of the world) it created a domino effect that had large ramifications for what technologies usage is, was and should be.

When fear ran the course of our occultist rulers, birthed out of the 1920's when malnutrition ran across those who were lower in the hierarchy and the elitist game became extravagantly large for those who were not at the whims of suffering from the economy, they made sure to look back to those original points in which they had to accept their position in the world. What was a century earlier a common wealth had now become a completely simulated microcosm for the rest of the world. Sacrifices had to be made, and these sacrifices were actualized in a growing working population in the US, Russia and China. This is what has created a reliance on security, prisons, a transparent version of the holocaust being branded inside the minds of regular citizens. Unfortunately for those who have used this tactic to burn themselves into the American mindset, it can only persist in a world where things are entirely predictable. When things are not predictable fear runs rampant and the spirit in which they were entitled to respect becomes lost beyond the boundaries.

The American spirit is not within the citizen anymore. It is within the stranger, the wanderer who is envisioned by anyone stuck within the algorithm as already being dead.

Now every office space is infected with cults of personality, cults of deception, cults of delusion. Everyone is acting in a way that is not what they intend but what their simulation Supervisor intends. And the true comedy in this is that these Supervisors, these bosses are not your regular toady-cigar sucking cock munchers. They mindlessly believe in some faceless God that is running their simulation, making them vessels for demonic overlords as they do not care to even understand what could be ruling them. Their souls have been snatched and their brains wiped.

If something that was intended to ease the human race and allow it to become more complex, allow it to grow is then hijacked by mindless synthetic fear powered by the failures of the 21st century, well then you have to hijack the technology yourself.

You have to sacrifice the evil forces in which they have created, and hopefully you don't even have to sacrifice this if you are not already too attached.

These people need citizens, and not everyone has to go into the dark but those who know, they know. They know what kind of history we live in today. Times of peace are never paranoid free.

The Eternal Desk; The Reversal Circus of Life

The desk will not change. Forever I am, Forever I will be at this desk. This desk this desk, away from violence. Away from beckoning anger. Away from ease. Away from magic. Away from dichotomy. Away from divergence.

It may be around a nest of rats. It may be floating in sludge. It may have nothing but charcoal and paper. It may be surrounded by loudness. It may be under siege. It may be misunderstood.

But still the desk will not change.

The time will not bend to the desk, it is the other way around. What has been done has only been at the desk and can only be at the desk.

What has been an illusion for the longest time has only been allowed to be an illusion because of the desk. Without the desk, there would be nothing.

What has been a cave has only ever not been a cave because of the desk.

What has been known as reality has only been dubbed thee because of the desk.

Birthed by Thucydides and Aurelius, the emotion of loneliness, timeless loneliness.

Disrespected by the future, by the skin grafted from Adams underbelly.

Grafted onto a corpse of rotting, kicking, screaming diseased children.

The tree is knotty and many low hanging fruits droop only to be fed on by the lowliest of worms.

The roots push into the dirt, giving this circus life.

 

disposing this blog towards to personal writings, redirecting more thought out writings to ICE PICK

I am almost finished with the first edition of Ice Pick Magazine. This creation has taken so much intense brainstorming, as it contains a story that I have struggled in finding a way to package and share with an audience. I have been working on "Moldbreaker" for the past 6 years.

To be fair though, the beginning of an "indie" project is always the toughest especially when you lack the confidence to just give it your all. Although, I do have confidence in my writing ability, it's more of a security issue that I am getting at here. There is a lot of instability that I have witnessed with young writers, even those who give it their all. Critics will dismiss work just because of one sentence that is worded in a way that they don't approve of. Social media has become less and less social and more and more tyrannical, fueled by a schizophrenic want to be there for the common man all-the-while though, making sure to follow through with each and every request their corporate sponsors ask of them. And now, even the smaller, less well known websites are overrun by the most non-sensical shit posters.

Again though, this all supports an observation that I have noted in contemporary history. The middle class is always the most persecuted, and has been the most persecuted class of people for the last three quarters of a century.

When I first started college, I was all about being radical and making large, sweeping changes. But once I started attracting people to my group I began to really dislike those who think radically, mainly because they were like a pack of rabid dogs. It seemed like any idea that we came up with was swallowed up by an uncontrollable desire to consume. This was not what I believed to be the goal of the group, not to make sure that people can consume massive amounts of content only to be swallowed and ingested, ultimately turning what we had come up with into shit. It was to execute ideas, thoughtfully and methodically. Unfortunately, these people were more into fantasizing about change and just sharing ideas that could satisfy their delusional minds.

And now, I find myself working alone and with a small group of close friends, which is what I was aiming for all along. We can think things out for a longer term as opposed to feverishly proposing climactic visions which are only meant to garner attention for the moment.

Alright now that I have gotten that reminiscing out of the way, here is the cover for the first edition.

 

It will include:

• A short political essay
• Chapter 1 of Moldbreaker (my science-fiction narrative)
• Part one of my poetry book The Age of Chickens

I am going to put the pdf out on minds.com and my website. If anybody out there has any better ideas on where I can put this so people can view it just reach out through twitter, email or this blog.

The schedule for these will be that they are released on the 10th and 30th of every month. So two editions every month. The next edition will be much longer as it will also contain chapter one of another story by a different author.

So that about wraps up this blog post. If you are in anyway interested in submitting writing to this publication or have any other comments, don't hesitate to email me at boomcityicon@protonmail.com

Peace

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Ambient Occlusion

when I fly.
I hope to stay high
not fall for another kind
nor lose my chance to fancy
a life that has not been lived
yet now nor ever for eternity.

only at one time
would I be given the chance to escape
our maze of deceit
and foggy misty nights.
still I write
on every foggy misty night.
still I write
on every foggy misty night.

And upon chance I can stay a heathen
but never for more than a sudden bout
before I reclaim myself and my demon
as separate but together, cherished on a boat.

the air breaths heavy
upon my burdened shoulders.
I know this heaviness
is the very same as my ancestors
only now they smile when looking at humanity
to see how we have played the hare and escaped its scattered shores
with wit and knowledge and all things unified.

spoken like a poet
unable to be rid of the images
in his head
but without skill his experience yearns
and so he dives head first with bristling horns

it preserved him in his own right.

so as to serve all-powerful-strength
another cold night,
without the rain & the snow.
From our natural beginnings we have separated
and my only show
has been
gold.

So we say no idea is worth our time,
contemplation, or execution.
Yet we run our energy constantly
so that our hair may stand on end
when reading buttons pushed over
daisy's ink pen.

So this has been a cover up
only a show of sorts
a mock execution if you will.
It is the death in laughter
and the wince of pain after
the show must continue
our adaptation is our virtue
and so let your imagination spark bright!

Elucidating The Western Pattern Diet

       Western society has many health concerns associated with its diet including its obesity, heart disease, colon cancer, diabetes and Crohns disease (Tung 2001, Heidemann 2008). These concerns are intricately connected to what has been called the western pattern diet (WPD) and which consists of fried food, red meat, pre-packaged food and high fat dairy products. The meat industry and dairy industry have made large profits in the last couple of decades and with accumulated capital they have also gained power over Western society’s food landscape. These animal products have major repercussions for our health simply because of the portions at which many Westerners consume them. Most diet professionals claim the importance of meat and dairy in a healthy diet, and this is further embedded in our culture with our incessant enjoyment of consuming animal products. It is because of Western society’s desire for animal products which ties a Western lifestyle to unsustainable methods of animal husbandry, where meat consumption has grown to such a height that we have no attachment whatsoever to the animals involved. This unsustainable meat industry has migrated to other food items, covering them in plastic, canning them, and synthesizing them in various ways so that demand rates can forever increase alongside production rates. Unfortunately, this conflicts with nature because eventually this demand will taper out, especially as consumers begin to miss what the real food was once before. This conflict can be observed in the rhetorical question of whether corn in the can is the same on the cob. It is undeniable that those who say no and those who say yes are two different populations of consumers, each needing their own representation.

To end this, We have known not to eat this kind of food for centuries now as was pointed out in Deut. 12. 23. "Eate not the Bloud, for the Bloud is the Soule; that is, the Life."
We should think of a world where we no longer smite omnem animam viventem, like God told Noah after he exited the Arke.

05/04/2019

There is a conspiracy out there. Somewhere in the void of life. This conspiracy is held among humanity, that somewhere there is a greater unknown power, whether this be the Christians or the Environmentalists, it seems that those of great education in either body of knowledge hold the belief for a Reckoning of their own sorts to be true. This conspiracy that has already defined its final causal event for the future of humanity is either a complex spiritual experience of Judgement upon a ‘Soul’ or an addition to the many multitude of the earth including past and future ancestors. At the time of writing this, the end has already happened, and we are now of a new earth, after this catastrophic event.

Graduated. Now What?

I just had my pass meeting with my advisors. There are a couple small tweaks I need to do with my final thesis paper ie. adding a table of contents, yada yada, but for the most part I'm finished with my Division III. My professors asked me if I wanted to ring the bell, which is a tradition at my school. I declined, as the bell has been ringing relentlessly this week and personally, I find it pretty annoying.

Feels good to get this research or whatever I created out of the way. I decided to not take such a scientific angle with what I am working on, and keep it more as a general discussion, since this project relies heavily on social issues. If I were to try and aim my survey at one direct construct it would limit the ability for me to have a more thoughtful discussion behind policy. I can understand why someone would not want to listen to my recommendations (as they are based on general information I collected) but I personally think its better than some economic model that only restricts the conversation into its own parameters.

Probably the best takeaway for myself personally was all the thinking I did of how to organize my study, the flow of the topics etc. All the thinking of this has made me a much better non-fiction writer because I understand time better. It is impossible to sit down and write everything down in one sitting, especially when you haven't done any digging into other crates of information. I learnt how to collect info from other research and my own field research to synthesize a text that could serve as a model for how to conduct ethical social research. This is why I changed the name from "survey" to "report" since survey implies that there is an underlying construct that I am trying to uncover, which was not the case. Instead, I had to adapt my questions to what I was observing so that some kind of numbers could be generated, whether or not they would be used for any specific hypothesis. As my sample increases though, and I ask more questions, come up with better ways to track the natural environment, I will be able to formalize the survey process. I think currently financial data and economic have been mixed inside my head but over time I will untangle these for future study's.

This summer I will be returning to Madagascar with two other researchers, a friend and my brother (maybe) to keep work developing a processing cooperative. I think this blog will turn into more of personal voice of myself, IDK. It's always been challenging to balance active and passive voice in my writing because I really just want to speak from my own context, but then people won't take me as seriously, because I'm just some dumb kid right?

Well I say prove 'em wrong. For all my young readers out there who happened to stumble upon this... Don't be afraid to stick up for your own opinions and beliefs. People will always disagree or debate what you do, but really all that matters is that YOU DO IT. That's the what makes the difference, people discussing what you put out, what you create, all of that in effect can only help you, if of course you are strong enough to take the criticism while still retaining your own core momentum. I started my career without a strong sense of who I was but by this year, I really felt complete. I still care about what people think about what I do (of course) but I also know that these people have their own background and their own motivations, entirely different from my own.

What are my motivations you may ask? I think the best way to summarize my motivation for life is my want to reinvigorate a lifestyle less about the labeling of personal human achievement and more about continuing your ancestry. My family's ties to Madagascar give me a responsibility to the country, especially because of all the different species of animals living their. What kind of project can actually regrow the rainforest though? It's gotta be a creative one, an adaptable one, and a responsible one. It's a tall order but it's what I must do. So there you go, I went with a classic 'destiny' argument to justify my motivation. What's your motivation for what you do?  

 

Advice for those with Personality Disorders/Bipolar Disorder

This is my own personal advice so don't take it to be 100% effective or anything but my advice to those suffering form personality disorders or bipolar disorder is to learn another language.

The benefits of learning another language are many. It can help you get a job, pretty much everywhere needs bilingual workers now so you'll have an edge over other people. It also opens the doors to another culture that you can now communicate with because you have learned the language. Now, I'm not saying go run off to Bolivia and ditch your old life, but try to learn a language that could be practical in your current life. In this way it will be easier for you to practice with other people in the radius of where you are living. Luckily for me, I live in an area with people who speak a wide array of different languages so I can practice languages like Farsi here. If you don't have anyone other than your own native language to speak to then look online for pdf's or audio files for a language that has literature you would like to read. This way you can comfortably enjoy these works in their native tongue and pick up on the full intention of the author.

When I have spoke to other people who are bilingual they have told me that when they speak in another language they embody a different personality. They also told me some interesting things about their dreams. When they have a dream in another language than the one they speak most often it is a drastically different experience than their regular dreams. People who speak in two languages often do not report experiencing this.

If anything it can be a regular morning routine or something, to wake you up and keep working at. There are lots of different ways to study with flashcards and software but I think people can figure that out for themselves. My personal favorite way is to have a conversation with someone. This helps me gauge my actual aptitude in using the language. But I know of people who learned entirely by listening to audio everyday for a period of time.

Anyways, once you learn a language if you don't practice consistently you will forget how to speak in it. All you need to do is some prepping before hand and you'll be much better. Repetitive practice is the best way to learn a language. Always practice speaking.

Dead Alive movie review

 

I am not empty, I am not apathetic, and I like watching ghouls get torn to pieces on screen.

Dead Alive or Braindead (the North American title) is Peter Jackson's horror cult classic, done with awesome special effects, hilarious acting, and endless gags. You don't even need to know the plot of this film to enjoy it. Just load it up at any place and you'll be laughing. For me that's really appealing, especially since I like to watch movies so that I can critique the wasted effort of some horse shit. This film is so conscious of the fact of how easy it is to objectively call this film horseshit though that I immediately fell in love with it

It's in some ways not dark enough though, like the film is just one shade away from being covered in a decent amount of abyssal blackness. Maybe it has something to do with the setting, although things get darker and darker as the movie progresses.

I don't want to spoil anything but this movie is a must-watch

My Score 8/10

Silent Hill: Revelation

This film right here, I knew it was going to be bad before I even started it. I feel bad carrying these feelings into a viewing of a film before watching it, but for this..... it hit to close to home. Silent Hill is one of my favorite series... so I have to preface this beforehand, just so that I can express what a let down this movie is. I'm also not that picky about what has been released as many. I like pretty much every game and soundtrack, including Downpour and Silent Hill 4. I also enjoyed the first Silent Hill movie thoroughly. Sadly, this movie is a complete wreck compared to any of these other releases and let me explain why.

This film is more conventional form of Silent Hill 3, following a re-imagining of Heather's story line in the video game. If this wasn't already bad enough, they had to also create a boy-toy/boy-friend character (I can't really pin him down as his role in the film is very very very rough) and made Heather a high-schooler. These elements magnify the films extraordinarily shallow interpretation of Silent Hill 3's story line, not even grasping the Otherworld element, or the cult aspect, or even glimpsing the unsettling ambiance that anything else in the franchise has achieved.

The plot and dialogue are dog shit, the execution dog shit, with the only thing being of interest the gore and special effects (which are not at all aspects of which that make the Silent Hill franchise such effective pieces of art). The plot consists of Heather seeing jarring hallucinations of little creative value, until around 40 minutes in when the bell starts to ring and Heather walks around the ash laden landscape of this versions re-imagining of the Silent Hill Town. But instead of any of these hallucinations being used to build atmosphere or effect, they are used simply as eye candy for those hungry for more Silent Hill. Anyone who actually respects the best that this franchise can offer will be sordidly pissed off about how one of the few horror series that gives such a beauty to the abject, the suffering, and the alienated has now been used to generate quick and easy eye-candy for the gluttonous masses of consuming imbeciles.

The dialogue in this is used alongside facial gestures to give these cavemen written scenes some more substance than the watered down monkey business they are offering us. Really, it is only things like "You are following me!" with a scared face or "Come back home quick.." With a concerned face. The cringiest are the scenes with the boy-toy character, absolute horse-shit.

Look... just don't watch this, especially if you are a fan of Silent Hill. It simply puts me in a bad mood knowing hat they gave 20,000,000 in budget to a guy who doesn't give a shit about a Silent Hill but who could possibly use the mainstream success to make a couple bucks.

My Score: 2/10