.Everything I Need To Know About My Mind and Life; I Learned From Guns.

The harnessing of guns can be the difference between an entire civilization prospering and expanding, or being swept away. You can stay alive another day through the correct application of your gun, or blow your foot off by accident by being dumb with it and not paying attention to what you are doing.

Never point the gun at anything you do not intend to hit with a round. Your focus, control, and capabilities are your direct responsibility; no one and nothing else can be blamed for a round going where you pointed your gun.

Allow only trusted, responsible, capable people handle your gun. Never let just anyone play with you gun, for they will inevitably blow you away, prolly by accident.

There are times when the gun is out, and times when the gun is put away. To leave a gun laying around is going to lead to a random person picking up the gun and doing something stupid with it.

Some people HATE guns, for no other reason then the choice of application some humans have used them for. Guns don't kill people; people that go ape shit kill people, and professional soldiers, mercenaries, police, prolly the Pope if he had the chance (Actually the current Pope was a member of the Hitler Youth, so he more then likely has...), anyone defending their house, home, or nation, and a wide variety of people, such as myself; who enjoy target shooting for the skill based aspects of it.

To quote Agent Cooper regarding golf: "I enjoy it's precision."

Keeping your gun clean and well maintained will not only improve it's performance and capacity for inflicting maximum round output, but also keep it from exploding in your hands while you unload down range.

Know your gun inside out at that, know the pressure of the trigger, the pull of the overall weapon, which way is the most comfortable to place everything, which position is best for you to fire from (My preference is a cross legged sitting position, using my left arm to keep tension across my knees, with the rifle balanced in the left hand shooting right, it takes some practice to get used to, but essentially makes your body a mobile shooting rest for superior accuracy.), how long it takes you to reload, what noises it makes, what mechanisms are at work within it, and so forth.

.Life Lessons From The Bud Buster.

So this bud buster that sits on the coffee table told me something important today.

Several of it's bottom teeth are missing; the metal pegs have wiggled loose and flown free from the base; due to massive amounts of marijuana passing through it's way.

Now; one could say it's a chintzy buster; or one could realize that when a full set of pegs were in there, it often times had trouble turning; too many things in too small a space and would often get jammed.

In the present the bud buster is untamable; wild and free.

No amount of bud can clog it; and it spins with all the force of a truly unabashed tornado vacuum spinning vortex sort of thing.

Sometimes in life; the stuff that sort of fluffs off, prolly wasn't supposed to be there to begin with.

Kinda sucks; yeah; but thats just the waaay it is. Somethings will never chaaange.

People used to trip out together and look like this, now they stare at a glowing box like this.

Conan The Barbarian Training Guide

So after coming full circle on developing a gentle spirit and such; it has become apparent it is time to harden the external self; to combine these two in a way that will ultimately unlock the mental AND physical poweress of the human subject using this guide.

Step 1 - Stare down a ninja once a day.

Failing to find a ninja once a day; standing in a cross walk and staring down an oncoming SUV will also do. Please stay INSIDE the crosswalk as it is the only way you will get your monetary bonus award should you refuse to chicken out before the SUV.

Should a collision be immanent, remember when you were a kid playing foot ball, or riding bicycles in a dangerous fashion (Leading to collisions.), there was one simple rule for winning a collision; you must carry forth more speed and mass then the SUV; when you have perfected this, your barbarian body will actually cleave the SUV in twain. (That means half.)

Also keep in mind; during the winter the amount of ninjas roaming the streets increases dramatically; approching these ninja mask wearing individuals with a combat stance and a fiery eye full of magnitude will typically deter their ninja intentions; some will even cower in fear from you simply raising a large ice club above your head, as you attempt to over come the ninja. Day time ninjas are especially easy to stare down; as they havn't even graduated passed their fear of the dark. They are also more foolish; wearing dark colours during the bright day to blend into snow.

Step 2 - Run.

It doesn't matter where, it doesn't matter when.

Pull a Forrest Gump and just keep a runnin'.

The only time your allowed to stop running is when running no longer tires you out.

When you reach this level of no tiring, start running through knee deep snow over mountains.

Step 3 - Sword Play.

At every opportunity (The bar tender short changing you, librarians pulling tricks, babies up chucking on your shirt.) you must practice sword play; this means simply that a sequence of events occures usually in the following order:

1) INSULT - The victim of your sword play insults you.

2) SWORD PLAY - This mostly involves you chopping off their head; if they also use a sword to attempt to thwart your sword play; then extra steps towards chopping off their head as the final goal may be taken.

3) CONQUEST - Stick the point of your sword in the fallen enemies face; and parade it around high in the air; feel free to place a boot on their chest in order to strike a Hero pose.

Step 4 - Over Throw Evil Empire.

They destroyed your family; stole your life and wiped out your people. Time to grow some manhood and kill every last one of them.

There's an army of over a million?

THE LEGENDS OF YOUR DEED SHALL BE GRAND!

The million man army is hidden in the worlds most impenetrable fortress?

Don't worry! Conan's people: The Carthaginians are renowned for their climbing skills!

Make sure when you find the king, emperor, counselor, president, or prime minister of your Evil Empire of choice that you decapitate him on live television (If TV has been invented in your time frame yet.) so that the people know of their liberation; and new benevolent ruler.

Step 5 - Party Time.

You've quested and adventured and found all the wealth.

Now spend it.

Grog, and unimaginable amounts of food to consume.

Or in more modern times you could invest the money into civilization altering technologies and so forth.

.When digging one finds funny treasures.

Found this in an obscure corner of my hard drive.

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Stimulation of the nation of abrogation in the imagination stations;

of our minds eye.

Maybe our quest to find the other;

is no more then to bring our two brains back together.

To walk inside that living reality,

and know our subconscious is really quiet ready;

to guide us forth, and show us things we cannot see now.

Smash 'em together, gentle is not the matter,

rough like an ocean during a storm,

will bring the ship to the shore;

and probably throw it further up to it's destination or more.

To forth, from with, the in, the out, the out, then in.

Breath.

Push harder, then slower, till one tear forms on the outer;

edge.

Of.

Your.

Eye.

Then go faster; until the plateau.

Never feel fear of what is inner, do you hear?

The trees.

They speak.

For all of us to understand this delicate thing that is reality.

The living moving reality.

It is alive; man.

Stop polluting it, seriously.

Seriously.

This isn't a poem or story any more.

You are choking reality with your normal way of living.

Smile... It won't kill ya : A Poem.

I wrote this a few years ago when I was a bottle bum... Those are the people you see pushing carts/wagons full of bottles they've collected from the garbage to take to the recycle depot in exchange for a small amount of money.

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Smile... It won't kill ya : A Poem.

As I push this cart down the street,

covered in grim, and sweat and gross sheet,

my smile beams wide and true,

I'm apparently having much more fun then you!

Frowning and staring straight ahead,

the finely dressed people mess with my head,

you got the nice cloths, the house and the spouse;

so where be that smile, to show it off to the world without?

Don't tell me your sad, or mad, even with all your grand establishment?

You got a car, a family, and more money then is necessary, and when a mofo with a cart and smile slogs on by, you stare straight ahead, unable to look your fellow man in the eye!

What is it then, that the poor around me,

are smiling quiet keenly, while still you are steaming;

inside the SUV you break your back to pay off,

going to the house that sucks the adventures dead before they take off,

to the wife that shrieks, a selfish bitch,

and the children that scream constantly, you shoulda taught them to fish.

Then in on the morrow you go back to the job,

that makes you wanna kill yourself every day that you show up.

So back to the push with my sunshine smile I go,

leaving you to a life that's cushy and plated in gold!

To deal with the bitch, and the brats, and bills;

so that I can leave my head in the clouds,

talking to whatever should find me a deal.

.Reality/Technological Hyper Reality Comparison Map.

One day it popped into my head that all technology is just mankind's attempt to externalize something already within himself... Then one other day I happened across Marshall McLuhan, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marshall_McLuhan) who stated something to a similar effect in:

"...[I]f a new technology extends one or more of our senses outside us into the social world, then new ratios among all of our senses will occur in that particular culture. It is comparable to what happens when a new note is added to a melody. And when the sense ratios alter in any culture then what had appeared lucid before may suddenly become opaque, and what had been vague or opaque will become translucent."

Now if he is right, then the most High Tech societies on the planet are currently the most esoterically and physically weak individuals and societies, despite the perception that the poorest nations are the reciving end of an evolutionary butt kicking. Which means we. the shiny cities; glittering in the sky, with all our mighty machines will pass as a cosmic fart; while the mud smeared tribesmen of Planet Earth continue on their trek onward into Infinity.

This is an attempt to physically map out which Hyper Reality (Using http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperreality as a reference.) technologies are reflections of which natural... Phenomenon, found within the Reality (Using http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reality as a reference.) around us.

It is also an on going work, unless I forget about it in a few days and get caught up in some other Thought.

I'll try to start with the basics and work it up to the newer more futuristic items.

And first we need to start with the idea that humans and the civilizations they build are "But Reflections of Reality." as stated by the enormousness of Infinity on one rather relaxing mushroom trip with one then two friends who may remain anonymous if so desired.

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As of January 16, 2010:

Chair = Ground/Base of Tree.

Table = Rock.

Building = Sheltered Area.

Plumbing = River.

Dining Ware = Hands/Teeth/Gums/Jaw.

Cooking Appliances = Fire.

Fridge = Salt.

Telephone = Psychic Intuition.

Vehicle = Legs.

Trunk of Vehicle = Arms/Back.

Television = Life Experience.

Audio Recordings = Hanging Out Playing Music.

Display Monitors (TVs, Computers, Hand Held.) = From Humans: External Imagination Projection. / From

Infinity: Everything/God.

Movies = Drugs/Imagination Projection/Blending and removing the line between Inner/Outer space.

Information Regarding Anything Learned At School = Information From The Depths of The Universe.

Video Games: Dreaming (Awake and asleep.), Real Life Experience.

Internet: Civilization: Planet Earth. To a degree the cybernetic world has become a reflection of the reflections of the reflections of reality... Humanity is attempting to add another mirror, built out of digital code to the equation.

Email/Instant Messengers = Telephone = Psychic Intuition.

Notebooks (As in a book that you write notes in)/PDAs = Mental Memory.

youTube = Television/Libraries/Magazines/Crazy Man On Street Corner Screaming About Reptile Overlords = Real Life Experience/Thinking And Learning For Oneself/Meeting Reptile People Who Are Not Overlords.

Social Networking Sites = Inquisitive Nature of Humans To Socialize and the Magic therein.

MMORPGs = The drive to kick everyone else's ass at everything One does in Life/Early Civilizations/The 60s/The 70s/The 80s/1990-1993.

Pharmaceutical Psychiatry = Lobotomy = Self Mastery.

Money = A Person's Worth.

Artistic Medium = Stomping around a field of Mud/Snow/Tall Grass.

Government, Cooperate, and Sub Culture Propaganda and Indoctrination/Societies Imprints (Barbie, GI Joe, Saved By The Bell, $!&%%& Nu-Metal Bands, Main Stream Music, Fast And The Furious for example.) = One's True Self.

Religion = Individual Mystic Experience And Journey.

Modern Sanity = Traditional Pussy.

Modern Insanity = Traditional Normal.

Nation = City = Landscape = Citizens = Average Individual's Inner State.

The News = Whats Actually Going On AROUND You.

NASA = The Psychedelic Experience.

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.Mike Tyson: Champion, Philosopher Sage, All Around Dude.

After watching the Mike Tyson documentary, which is essentially a very long interview with Mike Tyson; I found a respect for him as a human that I rarely find myself finding in people.

Here are some inspirational Life quotes from Mr. Tyson.

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"Anyone with a grain of sense would know that if I punched my wife I would rip her head off. It's all lies. I have never laid a finger on her."

"Real freedom is having nothing. I was freer when I didn't have a cent. Do you know what I do sometimes? Put on a ski mask and dress in old clothes, go out on the streets and beg for quarters."

"When I fight someone, I want to break his will. I want to take his manhood. I want to rip out his heart and show it to him."

"I could sell out Madison Square Garden masturbating."

"I'm on the Zoloft to keep me from killing y'all. ... It has really messed me up, and I don't want to be taking it, but they are concerned about the fact that I am a violent person, almost an animal. And they only want me to be an animal in the ring."

"It's no doubt I am going to win this fight and I feel confident about winning this fight. I normally don't do interviews with women unless I fornicate with them. So you shouldn't talk anymore ... Unless you want to, you know."

During a press conference, boxer Mike Tyson tells reporters: "I wish that you guys had children so I could kick them in the fucking head or stomp on their testicles so you could feel my pain because that's the pain I have waking up every day."

In an interview, boxer Mike Tyson denounces Desiree Washington as "just a lying, reptilian, monstrous, young lady. I just hate her guts. She put me in that state where, I don't know, I really wish I did now. Now I really do want to rape her and her fucking mama."

Mike Tyson attends a charity benefit at Michael Jackson's Neverland Ranch. When asked why he came, Tyson confesses "Because I've got nothing else to do."

"The one thing I know, everyone respects the true person and everyone's not true with themselves. All of these people who are heroes, these guys who have been lily white and clean all their lives, if they went through what I went through, they would commit suicide. They don't have the heart that I have. I've lived places they can't defecate in."

""I feel like sometimes that I was born, that I'm not meant for this society because everyone here is a fucking hypocrite. Everybody says they believe in God but they don't do God's work. Everybody counteracts what God is really about. If Jesus was here, do you think Jesus would show me any love? Do you think Jesus would love me? I'm a Muslim, but do you think Jesus would love me ... I think Jesus would have a drink with me and discuss ... why you acting like that? Now, he would be cool. He would talk to me. No Christian ever did that and said in the name of Jesus even ... They'd throw me in jail and write bad articles about me and then go to church on Sunday and say Jesus is a wonderful man and he's coming back to save us. But they don't understand that when he comes back, that these crazy greedy capitalistic men are gonna kill him again."

.The Modern Human. - (A Schizo Poem.)

Everything you read here is organized as such.

Unbracketed text is the Modern Human; anything in brackets are the voices of things around him he can no longer interact with; quiet possibly because those things banned Modern Man from visiting them for a reason.

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Wake up and start my day right, drink some coffee, open the paper to the sports page; who won the game last night, did my team do alright; I'm gonna be mad if we didn't take out the opposition!

(You're a fucking idiot, you don't dream at night, keep chugging those stimulants, cause you have no idea how to use them right, it's not your team, it's just a game, it doesn't even matter in the long run of thangs. To start your day right, you forgot the light that comes with night; you know not how to boot up your brain or hop on the thought train... Speaking of which; you totally forgot the train even exists...)

Gotta go to work and get my life right; gonna go to work and earn me the right to spend some money and live a good time; gonna hire me some hookers and drink me some wine!

(Man, what's wrong with you? Slaves do this work, people you captured who are weaker, which you subjugate to these conditions... No REAL Human would volunteer to have their freedom of schedule stripped away and the right to be told what to do and when to do it enforced! You spineless cowards, why can't you earn your own? You need a rich fat cat barking down your throat to make you feel at home? Weak and pathetic is all that you are, you don't need money to have fun nor a fast car; in fact your vehicle is choking those kids, while you yell at the man smoking the cigarette. Get a clue, you're everything wrong with the world.)

Sitting down after work, wanna play video games but this stupid cat keeps crawling onto my lap and bugging me.

(You selfish little spoiled brat, what the fuck didju just say to that cat? He loves you and wants to be near, but you brush him off just to declare your love affair for the digital world you wander around in... How about you see that the CAT IS REAL, but the video games... They are not even close to being... You waste your time and waste your Life; could have been out collecting Prima Materia and REAL EXPERIENCE POINTS. The cat feels dejected now, so don't be surprised if when you arrive here, we just ignore you.)

God does nothing for little old me, no wonder I don't believe in he! Satisfy, satisfy, satisfy MEEEE ME ME ME ME ME ME MEMEMEMEMEMEMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

(Dude, you're dumb, you never even looked; there are people who have fearlessly died just to glimpse the face of their creator, to be brought back into the Arena of Life to wake you shit heads up; but no no no no no, your opinion we must respect, even though it means less then shit; you gotta realize, at least shit fertilizes the soil; an opinion just poisons the Truth. You think God needs you to exist? Hahahaha, pathetic modern man; you are but a reflection of a shadow of the True Divine Plan, at the edge of a dream, not even able to see the bigger things that around you, being!)

UGH, this crazy homeless man who crosses my path, every single day, asking me for change; you stupid junkie leave me alone, stop bothering me for the scraps in my pockets and the time on my mind! I have to get to work, where a responsible person goes, we do the things there that we be told!

(That man who is spaced out and staring off like a piece of ham has left his body to interface with things outside your little mind's capacity; his cosmic family is great and strong, he lives with the Rhythm of Life and answers to NO MAN.)

I wanna be Brad Pitt....

(Fuck you're pathetic... You are you; why would you ever let someone tell you who you are or give you instructions to define what you be? Oh wait, I know the answer, Modern Man is pathetic you see... You're lost in distractions, that keep you from me; your silly little toys blind your mind so you will never see; upon your death you will cease to be.)

Monty Python And The Quest For The Holy Grail - A Dissection And Dissertation On Imagination And It's Influence On An Individual's Life And Environment.

FAN RAGE TRIGGER SPOILER WARNING OBVIOUSLY: IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE FILM (WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?) AND WANT TO; THEN DON'T READ THIS.

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King Arthur, Tim the Enchanter, The Swamp King - All high end DMT production machines, the absolute dreamers and weavers. They gallivant around the world inspired by their highly over imaginative minds into quests and adventures and ideas and realms that no ordinary person would ever even THINK of considering partaking in. Tim the Enchanter is as powerful as he is because he lives in the middle of no where, so no one else is influencing reality in that area, while King Arthur influences the several minds of the Knights of the Round table as well as his own, so while they get chased by monsters and have a glorious old time he cannot shoot fire balls. The Swamp King has stopped travelling and digressed into the physical realm of things, he no longer has eccentric visions and has produced a whiny brat who is unable to even produce his own energy supply as his Vampiric appearance would suggest. Or possibly his father is a vampire and holds him locked up to feed. Either way, the only way the Kings world now can expand is through manipulation of politics due to his atrophied meta physical influence which dropped as he stayed put and stopped moving so much, thus inspiring greater and greater adventures. These people have usually taken a bonk on the head at a young age, or eaten some kind of psychotropic device which causes a massive rupturing of the pinal and pituitary gland activity within the brain. Some lucky contestants are simply born this way.

King Arthur's Men - Well fed by King Arthur's imagination they are rather intelligent individuals who are limited simply by the fact they listen to what they are told rather then think for themselves. A simply mental block keeps them from being the one who bears the Sun emblem as Arthur does and building the reality of their dreams. Tsk Tsk - Even Brave Sir Gallahan one of the smartest of the lot has a hard time simply understanding he needs to use the word Nii to scare the villagers, not the word NEWT... Even after repeated attempts he fails, then finally he understands the specific word has some kind of power, as to what it is, he is clueless as demonstrated by the vicious Nii-ing he gives to the shrubber, this cluelessness is due to the fact he is not listening to anything said around his environment except when specifically addressed to him as an individual, Arthur then has to instruct him to stop Nii-ing the shrubber because they do not wish to attack him, Gallahan is ignorant that the word is even an attack.

The Peasants digging in mud and covered in shit - The majority. Unimaginative, uninspired, and simple not bothered enough to stop living covered in shit all day, when all they have to do is move slightly to the right or left. How dreary.

One even exclaims "Help! Help! I'm being oppressed!" when Arthur offers him up the chance to be part of a ridiculous adventure, when in reality he is oppressing his own self by sticking around to stack mud up on a pile for an unmentioned reason.

The Bridge Guy and French Men - The Living Universe, who sends all the high end DMT machines on these missions places these various obstacles in their path. These obstacles remove the various entities from the quest who are not capable of arriving at the Holy Grail.

The Black Knight - Some guy emulating the black he saw his various obstacles wearing, he doesn't know when a fight is lost, when to back off or even how to think of a new strategy. And for some reason unknown to all just wants to block people from passing a simple point in the path. He is observant of his environment, but not thinking of what to do with it beyond what he has already thought on.

The hilarious part of it all is, right before they get The Holy Grail along comes government control of humans, who promptly arrest the two high end thinkers of the group who are inspiring the whole journey and tell those not capable of thinking for themselves yet who were caught up in the torrent to simply go home, then the historians spin it into a totally different story of our modern day knowledge of King Arthur.