Time to get away again.

Time to feel again.

On the front cover of a local newspaper today there was an article about a siren that emits a high pitched noise that would be used to deter teenagers from loitering in parking lots of shopping malls.

Looking around one can inevitably see that new condos are being developed so all of the worker bees can live there during the evenings after their slave shifts - a byproduct of this growth is that parks for the teenagers to play in are not keeping up with this growth, honey. And some kids growing up in these condos sure as hell don't want to be stuck inside all night while their GM hormones are flaring up. This particular group of kids are fortunate to evade the video games and movies and reality shows by going outside to see how fake everything is in our modern world. Tangent again.

Really though, sirens. Fucking sirens. If that technique becomes common and it doesn't wake up the kids to what is going on in their hand me down world, then perhaps they don't deserve to hear anything anyway.

Keep those iPod's on and remove the sounds of the world.

Keep those sunglasses on and don't look me in the eye.

Keep that sucralose in your mouth so your food can be sweeter.

Keep the gag ball in your mouth to lose your voice.

And hey, one more sense left. Might as well get whipped by some monster with leather pants on while you are at it and get desensitized to love of the flesh.

Let's be cyborgs already and get it over with.

Driving to a remote location on the edge of the country that has traditionally been inhabited by transients and hippies one can begin to notice the amount of old style VW wagons on the road. If you look closely within the vehicles you will see the unshaven rugged wannabe young dudes (all the young dudes!) and their surfboards along with some hot braided sexy smelly hippy chicks. Those chicks are around every generation and can make the world go round I tell ya. Another story for the another day.

What is NOT around every generation is the VW wagon. Seriously people, come on. The sixties fucking called and wants their wagons back. Do you guys honestly think you are the first ones to do this? Get a hybrid (great way to increase automotive sales for those fatcats that ignore the melting planet, those things, yet another story) or hitch hike if you really want to live that independent freewheeling life. Because you are just repaving a trail that was paved a long time ago when you drive your wagons.

Come on kids, start your own revolution. The library of freedom says you're overdue.

Afghanistan and Vietnam both were massive growers of Opium.

Derivatives of Opium are everywhere and they have slowed down many.

Flouride is a byproduct of industry and does not need to be purchased in large amounts and processed through a filter.

So for those that don't like that stuff:

Let's drink some Diet Coke!

Toxins are your friend! Toxins are YOUR friend!

Everyone is getting dumbed down, too busy to ask questions, not ready to EXCELERATE!!

You've been SOLD!

SALE TODAY!

I will use your five senses against you and the sixth sense will be obliterated.

How do you slow down a speeding train without breaks (brakes)?

Tell them they are crazy. Because I am fucking crazy.

Or you can just feed them something sweet:

Planning everything and making time for the routines is not the life we expected. Necessary evil in this day and age or one can lose all their marbles.

Morning jog. Coffee at Starbucks. Select song of the day. Newspaper tells you what is important. And so on.

6 Billion of us on this planet and rising. Walking into each other and bumping into each other. I'm here this week stuck in remote nowhere and it's not so bad. No planning needed if I lived out there in the fields I breezed by today. Just some cotton flying around and a gentle breeze. Some livestock. Some peacefulness.

Better start planning. Maybe life can be on a level like those god awful Coors commercials portray.

I want to talk about how modern day sport is a way to control the masses of men. Our natural inhibitions and instincts are to be fiery and competitive and there is anger out there for us to inflict on innocent men, women, children and goats. Now, we don't sacrifice the goats like we used to nor do we publicly hang in most parts of the world. Sport serves the purpose of controlling instinctual soldiers for the most part. The big stadiums are filled with modern day gladiators and when they are empty and desolate like the Astrodome is today, the future generations will wonder what exactly caused the thousands of people to enter the coliseums of today. They will wonder why we looked at the gladiators in awe; just like an alien would look at my corpse to see traces of mercury in tooth. The man who wakes up and decides to walk on a high wire today is crazy only if he falls.

I will talk some other time about drugs and coffee and dairy products.

I will also discuss the role of Hollywood to control the population; how you can measure the reaction of people to certain events and then manipulate them with real life events based on their reactions. You can even get them to pay for the screening experiments and even profit off it.

Can someone please do a study of how many war movies were released per annum in the USA and corelate those to nevermind.

Never you mind.

Give and take.

When it comes down to it, those two words are what we are all about here.

So take this message. I'm giving it to you right now:

Take care.

Look into a human's eyes. See how fragile they can be. Throw a goldfish in a bowl and watch it swim in circles when it gets scared from that other vicious fish there. Throw the cat into the dog's play pen. Watch the eyes. Watch them. So fragile.

Today the mountains were visible and the sky was clear blue. The lone jet made a streak across it. Touch of grey. I'm waiting for the sky to open up and suck us all away.

Let's all build a sandcastle on this big ball we are floating on in space. Oh space! Oh universe! I can't wait to go out on a date with you. I'll order caviar and you wear your cheap perfume while I daydream about the darkness that is you and how we'll forever be walking hand in hand across the rings of Saturn inhaling all the lovely particles and choking forever in love.

fresh start
fresh tarts
snow here
supposed to be there
sun there
supposed to be here
radiation suntans
the myth of the smog
consume consume
memories lost
headline news is our common factor
not love
push
then shove
and cry
and stress
and worry
and fear
and pain
and suffering
and death
and hate
and noise
and sirens
and hysteria
it's tough to care but yet i still do

Like riding a stationary bike and trying to get somewhere. Sparks will fly and fly. Hope they catch the kindling. Hope they start the fire because it was never burning.

One person's hero can be another person's enemy. A Patriot here can mean a Scud over there. A Rendition here can mean Torture over there. Insurgent here or avenging father there. Electoral here or Popular there.

Literacy helps us understand this complicated world. Take aside language and rhetoric and look at the actions of people as if they were as pure as the gold that was under the Trade Center at one time though. Will you now see what is right and what is wrong?

Perhaps there is no right and wrong. Do I eat the cow because I am hungry? Do I eat the cow because it tastes good?

Edinburgh, October 2006

Funny how there are signs to help the western civilization cross the street properly over in England. Funny how we don't extend the same courtesy on our streets to them.

Is it a courtesy or is it because we are stupid?

Everyone on the metro tube looked like zombies for the most part. Some reading their papers. Others just staring straight ahead. Getting herded like cows before being slaughtered.

A taxi driver once said something about getting nowhere. He said we all eat at the same time. We all drink at the same time. We all plan our functions at the same time. That's why it was hard for him to get through the traffic jam. That's why he was angry at everyone.

Glasgow Hotel Room, October 2006

Ding. Ding. Ding. The bells ring from day one. The alarm clock. The phone. The recess bell. The Stock Exhange. The fire alarm. The trolley.

Finding ourselves intoxicated to release our inhibitions and to be who we should be. To break the barriers of fear and ridicule.

Being afraid to be who we really are. What we really stand for. What we could have, should have, would have been.

Only because the people that will never take that risk themselves will be the first to criticize you, cut you down, and slaughter you like the fucking cow you are.

America took some more of its citizens liberties away when it snuck an online gaming ban into the Safe Port Act that was signed today.

So basically anyone that lives there can't play a game of online poker with their hard earned income because, dare i say it - no, I won't.

I can only shake my head.

It's not even about the game. This decision is wrong on so many levels. Let's ban spinach and cigarettes while we are at it.

It's hard to justify the death of hundreds of thousands of Iraqi's so they can have freedom when you don't even have it in your own homeland.

Edinburgh and I, October 2006

Truth is something we all want. Like opportunity, its something you have to be ready for to recognize it.

In my opinion, people "now" take clean water, electricity and their feeling of safety for granted. If they leave the city in search of fresh water they first have to make the realization that fresh water is a problem. It's much easier to demand someone else owes you fresh water than it is to leave the lifestyle that made it bad in the first place.

You must realize that why people are fighting is more important that what they are fighting with. The conflict was not about taking and holding ground it was about order and rights. They were betting that people wanted security instead of freedom and they were wrong.

Do you blame yourself for not taking any action right now to "save" people living on your streets or suffering from poverty and disease?