Griderity (allience in silent society)
This will be a story. Although I had wished to create a seperate blog for storytelling nevertheless. Onward:
Were I to create an Eternal Sunshine I'd be most magnificent. And were I to make it grand it'd have to involve a mass stream of elements.
Paranoid in a final phase shift Mike rushes through something never really should have (started, or perhaps done in the ages when he had the layout for The Pixies songs and sequences. Fair enough).
An image would project into the back of the mind via a small flashing light, this would if projected constant enough begin to change the psyche. Reprogramming would take place after deleting a series of vital ego sequences. One starts to break down the ego you see, but you need much more than that. Seep into the soul, find the dreams, follow the sounds create an association like the dog with the Pavlov and then that should somewhat be the start.
An implant would be neccessary which most likely would be easily do-able if one were to A.)place a certain gas substance within said room, infultrate medications or vitamins or obviously countless other ways.
It's possible if tuning into the correct frequence within a remote control or one of the other many associated LCD and laser affilated radio waves (hack via address on the back, high frequency sounds change brain wave assocations. Outside the wall, find a fear and expose The Trial seqeunce).
Of course, it really would be a favor as long as you understand where and when this has happened.
Delete the memories that hinder ones soul. There's obvious instincts any person is going to notice immediately. Control a boy/girl with phermone sprays (take vengence for prior use, echo computer terminals on machines seemingly impossible... teach a lesson from a lesson. Retract, refract, education). Of course, it's alot of fun to be controlled. Eyes gloss over when one thinks they're going crazy, brain frequencies begin to change when you hear your brain frequency hacked into, vital elements gone from a personality only shifted because can you ever really delete energy? Don't clouds rain? Yes, they do.
There would be a couple of choices after a period of time. One could continue to be afraid (which is the easiest reaction when unsure who would be occuring... if it's the weaker of the people priorly upset, or atleast those who have brought you great disdain with their disrespectful views towards open religion and favorite band, just sit possum. If you cry, it's like you've died in the eyes of the heartless Babyshambles-core). But of course, after a period of time one cannot allow this sort of simplified justifcation for peace, allowing advantage to be taking for the sake of overall santification can only go so far. Being a sortly pacifist character and rather avoiding the insanity of past altercations with known friends who had reactionary measures, it's better to sacrafice and keep the peace for the sake of good (even though allowing an ass of image) rather than creating more hate for hate. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. You know, Ghandi really you should look into it if you don't. It's always been a part of my personal references. Eventually, it's better to die swinging. Particularly pointing in a situation where old friends turn new enemies. There are many ways to save your home and many ways if afraid of characters and people to attack back. Had our main character, young Michael truly believed he was being attacked by friends whom he'd de-facebooked (in some sort of vengence eyeballed 'we have to be friends with you. We used all your shit last year and we'll do it ever year) line of thought, well he would have eliminated the situation. In death there is santified freedom, forever echoes back and back again, to hide from your shadow means an ass eating dog's hair.
It's usually best to be under-estimated. Which is why these past years the Bush-ism in a neo-con way was really as pragmatic as a knife through your heel before the 5 burrough marathon. Attack a couple of countries, spread your resources internationally and at home really like poorly shaved toast (throw the fucking butter on the wall, jelly on your ass and cockel toilet) and now we have nobody to defend national disasters. So what, you get attacked, you don't decide to take over the world. There's a certain measure of logic in finding the problem, but just totally staying off track and throwing distractions all over the board really shows a particular lack of political spectrum planning and foreshadowing (or rather foreshadows a situation of taking advantage behind the scenes... ala ~ the easiest way to take control of a future disaster is the continue creating disasters, weaken the people and drain the reserves of a very dirty source of energy... you then have them in your palms when the fan hits kaka and nobodies developed phase.2 clean energy... thus you can un-do everything go F.D.R. did what the New Deal unless someone is around with enough financial resources to stop this burden. But that's just my opinion I could be wrong. And that's quoting Dennis Miller. Fuck him by the way).
And so alas that would be the situation of our main character. If Mike was going to be hunted by some sort of angry crew of kids who he'd pretended to be politically different from (for the sake of their future, in a scene much like prior paragraph thought sequence) one, Mike, would surely be drawn to only so far of an extreme. Never fully let them know what you can do, it's better to be under-estimated.
There are many other ways one could create this sequence of Eternal Sunshine. Much like a 1984 scenario Mike would have looked into the brain wave technologies, attempting and acting to finally match the frequencies and bullshit that has dulled the world into this alternative 1985 (with Biff and the casino) which seems to be said reality. Where good is evil and saving the world becomes the least frequent objective of anyone, anywhere? Better dead than giving control to the corporation for public dimming. But nevertheless, that's certainly another subject and watchable from 18 minutes of television viewing, and counting the seconds between cuts on MTV (then watching the reaction to retinas. You can fool the public for a certain amount of time, even convince them the world is somewhere and something it is not. Darken the souls, eventually they rise like a phoenix, doesn't matter if it's America, it's past that point ala ~ the internet. This time, if the hippies [in ideal more so than drugs or anything] took a scientific approach to saving the world it'd be permanent).
There's too much technology really to go back now. It's the point of no return for humanity, which Mike our main character, would surely have known in his soul since he was 4 years of age attempting to comb over the possibilities in doing most good for the world; almost being comedian at the time.
With Mike always intending to do the most good for all without a pretense, the best way of savings oneself is the keep your enemies close. Join a party you don't even like. Side with people you've seen slaughter the ideas of happiness. Disagree with people you agree with, get people active, create another persona upon a persona. The world has a certain disdain for the goodness which is at the core of all things. You can call it alot of things, Indigo, Crystal kids, fucking Planet Terra, it's all the same for the frequency of urgency mankind now feels within themselves. 2012 whatever, the point is no longer are we counting towards some 'oops. this is it' kinda scene. When did people stop believing in the future? It seems awfully boring to me (living in this tense ideal... anymoment it's going to end. Living youth running down pants before kids pop out and your eyes gloss backward and down towards a lawnmower and white house picket fence whole shit).
Inevitably, somebody has to fix things and there's going to be people out there who are going to feel it.
Of course, if there were people listening to your phones, wouldn't you assume George Bush just wanted to continue his scenario that never made sense in the first place? What good is money if it doesn't bring any love or joy to people? It's really pointless to hunt out like Nixon, it didn't work out for him and never will. Watergate has already happened for our generation, but it's much bigger than that, it's called fuck this bullshit.
I purpose a 3rd party is formed without actually being political.
I say, a group of people take political action by just shitting out the speeches of anyone fake. Anyone who doesn't actually talk to people but through people, just fucking throw eggs at them, let off stink bombs at their speeches, do absurd shit to make a point. Everyone is sick of nothing. They're going to have to come up with some solutions to the problems, but if you do it under a political party you already have an enemy.
I hope Al Gore doesn't run (even though I still think he is the president), for the same reason I read he didn't want to run. It's too important to stop the global situation to get political. Right now, he's for the planet, he laughs about the absurd bullshit of having a court pick the president. When he speaks, people see it's from the heart and years of data he's collected and waited until now. Now that he's old enough, free enough, and has invented the internet (which I believe he did via funding) he can finally speak. Of course, it's going to take a little bit more charm to get people running around. I tried to force people into his movie and they really didn't get on the up and up.
There are solutions to all of these problems.
The real situation with the world is ratings.
You start a 24 hour news station and you talk about a cow crying in a field? Why? People are dead. And still being shot. I don't care for your 'Monkeys re-union and hey, how about those Mets?' Besides fuck the Mets. Yankees. And I don't even like sports. I'm just used to saying that.
Seriously. This is really the time to do this. But after spending years and years telling people every inch of altering the United States has gone through and watching the political paradigm shift, blacken, and smell like sweetened winter shit aside Starbucks coffee; nobody is going to do it if you're not for the solution.
So I make my plans myself. I speak for myself. And what I've said on the outside has had no regard for the internal. But that's taken far too much of my soul, fracturing a personality to hide the good for a grey skinned nobodies sake. No no. Nothing more of that.
It's very much like N.Y.C. and this gentrifcation issue.
Because I've had a great deal of guilt on even supporting Guliani in anyway. I didn't live here. I don't know anything except that he'd placed an oil bunker in WorldTrade3 causing downtown Manhattan to become a disaster area. I wasn't here. But that I know from Amy Goodman (Democracy Now). We all have to become Amy Goodmans in our own ways now. I know that Guliani made the city safe... or that's what people tell me. I'm pretty sure it was the police commissoner but I don't know. Reactionary support of that whole deal was something like this:
Other Person: THE CITY IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE CRIME! AND DIRTY DIRTY PLACES! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GET MUGGED!!
Mike: well, um. I certainly don't like being mugged.
Other Person: THATS THE HISTORY OF THE CITY! GULIANI TOOK AWAY MUGGING, DIRT AND TITTY BARS!!!!!!!!!
Mike: Oh. Well, it sounds like a good thing.
Other Person: NOOOOOO!!!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL YOUR A REPUBLICAN!!! YOUR A REPUBLICAN.
The other person then dances madly on a tugboat and screams around. Mike gets drunk and says things to anger the other person into a reactionary stance creating some sort of fabricated hate. Mike has fun and is more amused with gaining reactions than the shameful things said.
Here's what, after dirt and grime cleared from the mind, our dear Mike speaking outwardly and inwardly would finally think on that matter:
Don't know what happened. Doesn't matter. It does but really people just are going to argue about it. Awfulness has come and gone. Crime is bad. Costs going up also sucks. The only way to make things right is to become 'the man'. But not like this cliche Donald T; no no. I've never really looked good with a comb over and only he can (does he?) No, much much more important is to find or create however you must the funding for ideas. Create oh... say more fucking venues for music. Create a music scene. Open more independent cinema houses, create a sort of interactive gallery like in an Alex Grey way but involving virtual reality and the new technology of beaming within minds. It's also another way to de-sensitize people to something which can bring about doom. But also, you can also figure out many ways to support local musicians within modern fun-houses and about a million other things that should be done to save the city's soul. Manhattan, New York City, etc; works like one big swing of a biosphere. It has to work for everyone or it won't work at all. And that's much like the world, if you can get this off swinging here, you can get this off swinging anywhere. Then, you can probably save alot of kids lives like the many who've died in young Mike's past from drugs and the nothingness placed inside fitting some expectation that never really existed. There's a big plan and the nature of the future is to fix it to truth. No longer glass shrines of budget jumps and downward spirals. Something forever, more than stone or air, glass or etheric doom. Eternal light of nature, de-form the spidy crawling leeches of segregational society, take apart everything that never made any sense, own your heritage as the heritage of humanity. That's really the only way. Or so that would be how Mike would think after an Eternal Sunshine and then reflecting on his times admiring John Lennon, Martin Luther, Malcom X, J.F.K. and F.D.R.
And so, that would be that story.
All in good fun and a few points of real immediate concern.
And in this story of a post of a characterization novella play life in motion art in sequence yada; Mike would be writing this in the 3rd person. Ok. Thats all.
Were I to create an Eternal Sunshine I'd be most magnificent. And were I to make it grand it'd have to involve a mass stream of elements.
Paranoid in a final phase shift Mike rushes through something never really should have (started, or perhaps done in the ages when he had the layout for The Pixies songs and sequences. Fair enough).
An image would project into the back of the mind via a small flashing light, this would if projected constant enough begin to change the psyche. Reprogramming would take place after deleting a series of vital ego sequences. One starts to break down the ego you see, but you need much more than that. Seep into the soul, find the dreams, follow the sounds create an association like the dog with the Pavlov and then that should somewhat be the start.
An implant would be neccessary which most likely would be easily do-able if one were to A.)place a certain gas substance within said room, infultrate medications or vitamins or obviously countless other ways.
It's possible if tuning into the correct frequence within a remote control or one of the other many associated LCD and laser affilated radio waves (hack via address on the back, high frequency sounds change brain wave assocations. Outside the wall, find a fear and expose The Trial seqeunce).
Of course, it really would be a favor as long as you understand where and when this has happened.
Delete the memories that hinder ones soul. There's obvious instincts any person is going to notice immediately. Control a boy/girl with phermone sprays (take vengence for prior use, echo computer terminals on machines seemingly impossible... teach a lesson from a lesson. Retract, refract, education). Of course, it's alot of fun to be controlled. Eyes gloss over when one thinks they're going crazy, brain frequencies begin to change when you hear your brain frequency hacked into, vital elements gone from a personality only shifted because can you ever really delete energy? Don't clouds rain? Yes, they do.
There would be a couple of choices after a period of time. One could continue to be afraid (which is the easiest reaction when unsure who would be occuring... if it's the weaker of the people priorly upset, or atleast those who have brought you great disdain with their disrespectful views towards open religion and favorite band, just sit possum. If you cry, it's like you've died in the eyes of the heartless Babyshambles-core). But of course, after a period of time one cannot allow this sort of simplified justifcation for peace, allowing advantage to be taking for the sake of overall santification can only go so far. Being a sortly pacifist character and rather avoiding the insanity of past altercations with known friends who had reactionary measures, it's better to sacrafice and keep the peace for the sake of good (even though allowing an ass of image) rather than creating more hate for hate. An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. You know, Ghandi really you should look into it if you don't. It's always been a part of my personal references. Eventually, it's better to die swinging. Particularly pointing in a situation where old friends turn new enemies. There are many ways to save your home and many ways if afraid of characters and people to attack back. Had our main character, young Michael truly believed he was being attacked by friends whom he'd de-facebooked (in some sort of vengence eyeballed 'we have to be friends with you. We used all your shit last year and we'll do it ever year) line of thought, well he would have eliminated the situation. In death there is santified freedom, forever echoes back and back again, to hide from your shadow means an ass eating dog's hair.
It's usually best to be under-estimated. Which is why these past years the Bush-ism in a neo-con way was really as pragmatic as a knife through your heel before the 5 burrough marathon. Attack a couple of countries, spread your resources internationally and at home really like poorly shaved toast (throw the fucking butter on the wall, jelly on your ass and cockel toilet) and now we have nobody to defend national disasters. So what, you get attacked, you don't decide to take over the world. There's a certain measure of logic in finding the problem, but just totally staying off track and throwing distractions all over the board really shows a particular lack of political spectrum planning and foreshadowing (or rather foreshadows a situation of taking advantage behind the scenes... ala ~ the easiest way to take control of a future disaster is the continue creating disasters, weaken the people and drain the reserves of a very dirty source of energy... you then have them in your palms when the fan hits kaka and nobodies developed phase.2 clean energy... thus you can un-do everything go F.D.R. did what the New Deal unless someone is around with enough financial resources to stop this burden. But that's just my opinion I could be wrong. And that's quoting Dennis Miller. Fuck him by the way).
And so alas that would be the situation of our main character. If Mike was going to be hunted by some sort of angry crew of kids who he'd pretended to be politically different from (for the sake of their future, in a scene much like prior paragraph thought sequence) one, Mike, would surely be drawn to only so far of an extreme. Never fully let them know what you can do, it's better to be under-estimated.
There are many other ways one could create this sequence of Eternal Sunshine. Much like a 1984 scenario Mike would have looked into the brain wave technologies, attempting and acting to finally match the frequencies and bullshit that has dulled the world into this alternative 1985 (with Biff and the casino) which seems to be said reality. Where good is evil and saving the world becomes the least frequent objective of anyone, anywhere? Better dead than giving control to the corporation for public dimming. But nevertheless, that's certainly another subject and watchable from 18 minutes of television viewing, and counting the seconds between cuts on MTV (then watching the reaction to retinas. You can fool the public for a certain amount of time, even convince them the world is somewhere and something it is not. Darken the souls, eventually they rise like a phoenix, doesn't matter if it's America, it's past that point ala ~ the internet. This time, if the hippies [in ideal more so than drugs or anything] took a scientific approach to saving the world it'd be permanent).
There's too much technology really to go back now. It's the point of no return for humanity, which Mike our main character, would surely have known in his soul since he was 4 years of age attempting to comb over the possibilities in doing most good for the world; almost being comedian at the time.
With Mike always intending to do the most good for all without a pretense, the best way of savings oneself is the keep your enemies close. Join a party you don't even like. Side with people you've seen slaughter the ideas of happiness. Disagree with people you agree with, get people active, create another persona upon a persona. The world has a certain disdain for the goodness which is at the core of all things. You can call it alot of things, Indigo, Crystal kids, fucking Planet Terra, it's all the same for the frequency of urgency mankind now feels within themselves. 2012 whatever, the point is no longer are we counting towards some 'oops. this is it' kinda scene. When did people stop believing in the future? It seems awfully boring to me (living in this tense ideal... anymoment it's going to end. Living youth running down pants before kids pop out and your eyes gloss backward and down towards a lawnmower and white house picket fence whole shit).
Inevitably, somebody has to fix things and there's going to be people out there who are going to feel it.
Of course, if there were people listening to your phones, wouldn't you assume George Bush just wanted to continue his scenario that never made sense in the first place? What good is money if it doesn't bring any love or joy to people? It's really pointless to hunt out like Nixon, it didn't work out for him and never will. Watergate has already happened for our generation, but it's much bigger than that, it's called fuck this bullshit.
I purpose a 3rd party is formed without actually being political.
I say, a group of people take political action by just shitting out the speeches of anyone fake. Anyone who doesn't actually talk to people but through people, just fucking throw eggs at them, let off stink bombs at their speeches, do absurd shit to make a point. Everyone is sick of nothing. They're going to have to come up with some solutions to the problems, but if you do it under a political party you already have an enemy.
I hope Al Gore doesn't run (even though I still think he is the president), for the same reason I read he didn't want to run. It's too important to stop the global situation to get political. Right now, he's for the planet, he laughs about the absurd bullshit of having a court pick the president. When he speaks, people see it's from the heart and years of data he's collected and waited until now. Now that he's old enough, free enough, and has invented the internet (which I believe he did via funding) he can finally speak. Of course, it's going to take a little bit more charm to get people running around. I tried to force people into his movie and they really didn't get on the up and up.
There are solutions to all of these problems.
The real situation with the world is ratings.
You start a 24 hour news station and you talk about a cow crying in a field? Why? People are dead. And still being shot. I don't care for your 'Monkeys re-union and hey, how about those Mets?' Besides fuck the Mets. Yankees. And I don't even like sports. I'm just used to saying that.
Seriously. This is really the time to do this. But after spending years and years telling people every inch of altering the United States has gone through and watching the political paradigm shift, blacken, and smell like sweetened winter shit aside Starbucks coffee; nobody is going to do it if you're not for the solution.
So I make my plans myself. I speak for myself. And what I've said on the outside has had no regard for the internal. But that's taken far too much of my soul, fracturing a personality to hide the good for a grey skinned nobodies sake. No no. Nothing more of that.
It's very much like N.Y.C. and this gentrifcation issue.
Because I've had a great deal of guilt on even supporting Guliani in anyway. I didn't live here. I don't know anything except that he'd placed an oil bunker in WorldTrade3 causing downtown Manhattan to become a disaster area. I wasn't here. But that I know from Amy Goodman (Democracy Now). We all have to become Amy Goodmans in our own ways now. I know that Guliani made the city safe... or that's what people tell me. I'm pretty sure it was the police commissoner but I don't know. Reactionary support of that whole deal was something like this:
Other Person: THE CITY IS SUPPOSED TO HAVE CRIME! AND DIRTY DIRTY PLACES! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GET MUGGED!!
Mike: well, um. I certainly don't like being mugged.
Other Person: THATS THE HISTORY OF THE CITY! GULIANI TOOK AWAY MUGGING, DIRT AND TITTY BARS!!!!!!!!!
Mike: Oh. Well, it sounds like a good thing.
Other Person: NOOOOOO!!!!! DAMN YOU TO HELL YOUR A REPUBLICAN!!! YOUR A REPUBLICAN.
The other person then dances madly on a tugboat and screams around. Mike gets drunk and says things to anger the other person into a reactionary stance creating some sort of fabricated hate. Mike has fun and is more amused with gaining reactions than the shameful things said.
Here's what, after dirt and grime cleared from the mind, our dear Mike speaking outwardly and inwardly would finally think on that matter:
Don't know what happened. Doesn't matter. It does but really people just are going to argue about it. Awfulness has come and gone. Crime is bad. Costs going up also sucks. The only way to make things right is to become 'the man'. But not like this cliche Donald T; no no. I've never really looked good with a comb over and only he can (does he?) No, much much more important is to find or create however you must the funding for ideas. Create oh... say more fucking venues for music. Create a music scene. Open more independent cinema houses, create a sort of interactive gallery like in an Alex Grey way but involving virtual reality and the new technology of beaming within minds. It's also another way to de-sensitize people to something which can bring about doom. But also, you can also figure out many ways to support local musicians within modern fun-houses and about a million other things that should be done to save the city's soul. Manhattan, New York City, etc; works like one big swing of a biosphere. It has to work for everyone or it won't work at all. And that's much like the world, if you can get this off swinging here, you can get this off swinging anywhere. Then, you can probably save alot of kids lives like the many who've died in young Mike's past from drugs and the nothingness placed inside fitting some expectation that never really existed. There's a big plan and the nature of the future is to fix it to truth. No longer glass shrines of budget jumps and downward spirals. Something forever, more than stone or air, glass or etheric doom. Eternal light of nature, de-form the spidy crawling leeches of segregational society, take apart everything that never made any sense, own your heritage as the heritage of humanity. That's really the only way. Or so that would be how Mike would think after an Eternal Sunshine and then reflecting on his times admiring John Lennon, Martin Luther, Malcom X, J.F.K. and F.D.R.
And so, that would be that story.
All in good fun and a few points of real immediate concern.
And in this story of a post of a characterization novella play life in motion art in sequence yada; Mike would be writing this in the 3rd person. Ok. Thats all.
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