Special Guest: Sam Zurick

Our outer-Bardo correspondent, Inter- and Inner – galactic bureau chief Sam Zurick has played in such under-appreciated and under-paid bands as Cap’n Jazz, Owls, Make Believe and Joan of Arc. He has also, since about 1989, functioned in a casual capacity as yours truly’s spiritual mentor and guide.

As my idea of cultivating a virtual identity was taking form, I knew Sam’s knowledge would be a vital contribution – as Sam’s knowledge has been a vital contribution to just about any undertaking I’ve even taken  . . . under?

I interviewed Sam via email, 4 questions – What’s up Sam? What’s happening? Really, Wow? Tell me more please.

What follows is his response. If the simple facts of his existence these days remain unclear from the interview, think about how the police or the army function to dislocate the violence necessary to sustain our privileges so the individual citizen can remain unencumbered by the shame. Sam is doing something like that on behalf of all of us, except instead of violence he’s on a mission of freedom and love.

The next two weeks I will be blissfully sans computer. I hope that is enough time to wrap your head around this.

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     CHICAGO of DEATH

“Love is when someone else touches your genitalia in a way that creates the false sensation that the world is providing you with everything a person could ever want or hope for.” – Sudden Porthole

DEDICATION: 

           

            I dedicate this blob to the man known as ‘Tim Kinsella’…I have a feeling your interest in my well-being goes well-beyond our Earth-friendship.

DISCLAIMER: 

           

            Hello, ‘Sam Zurick’ here, how are you? Huh? Before you venture into this blob I wanted to make you aware of my mission statement. This is the first time I’ve written anything like this, so please, be easy on me. If it comes off as cheesy well then make yourself a sandwich. 

MISSION STATEMENT: 

      The question I’ve heard consistently throughout this entire experience I’ve had walking around on top of the outer shell of some sorta spherical mass of living plants and animals has been, “Sam, how are you?”At which point I always think to myself, “I’m you, how are you?”, but since I know it would create a conversation-glitch I instead reply with the typical, “Fine, how are you?” The other person usually says something about how they’re doing while I space-out and wonder to myself what life would be like if people replaced the word ‘fine’ with ‘you’ during small-talk. 

            Another question I’ve consistently heard during my appearance inside the riddle has been, “Sam, is there life in outer-space?” At which point I reply with the same thing I say each and every time someone asks me this, and that is, “Please locate the nearest mirror and take a look…that thing looking back at you is life in outer space.” Guys…gals…our very own big-fat planet is in outer-space! And we are forms of life! Put these two facts together and there you have it, life in outer-space! It’s so simple. All of this is actually very simple, I swear. We are here for a very brief time and it chaps my hide to see so many nice people suffering away the days behind the veil of ignorance that’s been placed before us by some genuinely psychotic assholes that get-off on us walking around like question-marks with legs (and a face). 

here’s me and my hairy boob blowing a kiss to a cute little hairy dog, the pretty hand with the engagement ring belongs to my ex…this was taken on the night I proposed to her via a tattoo that said “BABE, will you please marry me?”…she said ‘yes’, 8 months later she revised her answer to ‘no’ 

           

            i have this game I play where every time Im reminded of my ex-fiancee i pluck a pubic hair from my carrot-patch and blow it in the wind towards Chicago in hopes that it will instinctively fly like a pigeon to her doorstep and magically turn into a bag-of-flaming-dog-shit in which she steps on in a scenario so chaotic that people gather around and watch in befuddled-amazement as she hops around on one flaming-dog-shit-covered foot…JUST KIDDING! I’m not that immature, in fact, I’m not even upset with her personally because I gave her no other choice than to dump me. The part that makes me upset is the fact I can’t hangout with my best-friend and my best-friend’s dog anymore…I’d donate all my body parts to charity (except my eyes) if it meant I could see them again. It’s painful, but yeah, losing them as it turns out was just another interesting test of my free-will.

            So it turns out human life on Earth is a divine experiment, a test of endurance designed to measure the emotional ramifications of free-will…in other words, this shit ain’t easy! I have an innate and very real sense of empathy for all of us as we plod through our lives, trying to be the best (or worst) we can be. We live in an age that is NOT human-friendly, and so with this here blob I hope to uplift humanity in a way that reminds everyone that the Earth is our playground and there’s absolutely nothing to fear.

Humanity Uplifted

            I hope to facilitate your reconnection with the source by re-igniting the archetypal energies within you. We are being hoaxed and deceived in nearly every aspect of our lives. It’s my mission to spark the creation of 6 billion parallel-societies, each with a population of 1…societies that IGNORE the constant stream of horse-fed bullshit we’re subjected to day in and day out like cornbread being buttered on both sides. 

            No, this is not my ‘new-agey’ way of luring you into my van so I can take topless-polaroids of you, nor is this a scornful ‘tough-love’ condemnation of all those who’ve fallen victim to the spells of our era…rather, this is simply my attempt at relating the finer points of the self-initiated deprogramming process I’ve recently experienced. I’ve re-claimed my birthrights from a small group of psychotic men and feel it’s my duty to help others do the same, but more importantly, I feel that by making this blob a part of the public record I’m finalizing the pact I’ve made between myself and MOTHER-EARTH. No, I’m not going to chop your head off with a solar-powered guillotine if I see you throw away a Coke can instead of placing it in a recycling bin: part of what I’ve rid myself of is the programmed-guilt that we’re the ones destroying MOTHER-EARTH (none of that ‘going green’ shit is real btw, it’s just one of the more recent popular mass-delusions). 

following getting dumped I sat in my Chicago apartment for 4 months by myself, at which time I made all kinds of ‘stuff’…I knew it was time to get the heck out of Chicago upon sticking my wad of gum upon the head of my sea-otter pen that was stuck in the clasp of a glass-container (notice the ‘SHIT BURNER’ patch in the container, the scene depicted on the patch would coincidentally play itself out in real-life as I journeyed westward from Chicago)

            I represent nothing. I’m not an obnoxious atheist (materialist). I don’t associate myself with the disinformation of fad-science that relies on incomprehensible math-equations. I have zero affiliations. I love my friends and family deeply, though I’m a contented-loner by choice. I don’t talk to candles, in fact, a big part of my job is to de-mystify the overly exclusive ‘mystical experience’. I’m just a dude from the suburbs who at age 6 lucked into discovering the joys of mind-exploration when my dad first introduced me to the band DEVO. Being so young, I had no frame-of-reference or pop-culture provided explanation for what I was feeling as I ingested the music and imagery of DEVO…to call it magical would be an understatement: I felt awash in supernatural loveliness and immediately realized the public school system wasn’t feeding me the good stuff. 

  

         

And so my exploration began, DEVO turned into the Talking Heads, Talking Heads turned into Van Halen, Van Halen turned into RUN-DMC & the Beastie Boys etc etc etc…it was a joyous and constant thrill to discover new bands that gave me that ‘special feeling’ of blissful inter-connectedness. 

             A major part of the problem nowadays is that there’s a frame-of-reference for everything imaginable, it’s as if some psychotic assholes have deliberately programmed ‘the experience’ OUT of the actual experience of being a human being. Along with spontaneous dream-logic, curiosity has been phased out of the program completely. The conditioning we’re constantly exposed to has transformed the mysteries of life into a meaningless black-hole of vacuous-insignificance mired in the boredom associated with that unsettling feeling that nothing is actually happening…this is all by design of course. The world we’re offered is purposefully so utterly dissatisfying and such a monstrosity that we react by seeking external forms of sugar-coated entertainment. We’re unwillingly painted into corners and forced to sit in front of screens that will hopefully (fingers-crossed) provide an experience that resembles what it means ‘to be alive’. 

            So here I am, attempting to help us out a little bit, if I end up helping only one-half of a siamese twin then my job has been done. My enemy is the conditioned mind. My aim is to shed light on the patriarchal social system that has kidnapped our minds away from MOTHER-EARTH. Once the identification of ‘the problem’ is complete, I will move on to explain how simple and nice it is to live without the burden of feeling the need to acknowledge bullshit all day. 

            One of the most google’d words nowadays is ‘illuminati’. It’s a well-known fact that a small group of sociopathic men intentionally saturate the public-arena with psychotically derived falsehoods that eventually become the bricks in the walls of the mazes we stumble and salivate through. These sick-fucks, these PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS, have literally taken control of our collective destiny by using the illusion known as ‘fear’ as their primary weapon in their quest to convert mankind into a heaving mass of schizophrenic energy (they’re creating us in their image). 

            Fear itself is an artificially constructed form of entertainment introduced by the monotheistic priest class approximately 2000 years ago as a part of a package-deal that also included several other now world-famous concoctions that continue to mesmerize the masses to this day. The most prominent of these man-made constructs is the false-notion that there’s an epic battle of ‘universal-good’ vs. ‘universal-evil’ permeating throughout both the material and spiritual planes. Representing the spiritual plane, God and Satan are featured as the main characters in this fictitious war. According to what we’ve been instructed to believe, God is the spokesman for good stuff…good stuff like love, sunsets, and long walks on the beach during a sunset with someone you love. In the opposite corner is Satan, who in addition to being the spokesman for evil, plays an integral role as the ultimate embodiment of all that is to be feared. The permutations of good and evil get a bit more convoluted in the material plane with universal-good being portrayed by a christ-like messiah figure that will one-day (hopefully!) sprout from the clouds and save us all from the vague and purposefully abstracted idea that human life is akin to the suffering associated with crucifixion. Opposing christ in the physical realm is the multi-tentacled cabal of insane-fuckers (the aforementioned illuminati aka PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS) that want us to believe they’re all-encompassing world-domination is the result of a mysterious occult practice that enables them to tap into and harness the universally-evil powers of the dark-lord himself…Satan. It’s all quite brilliant. The deceptive genius of psychopathy has brought forth the ultimate scapegoat in the form of Satan  (“the devil made me do it!”), and that’s just the tip of the hamburger. I’ll introduce some other classic tricks of the ‘elite’ in my DEFINITIONS section below, for now, let’s take a closer look at how they go about gutting the magic from life via their overt manipulation of symbols. I figured the following correlations out when I was riding my bike through a forest preserve and saw a dude hanging upside down from a tree-branch (I think he was doing ‘extreme’ sit-ups?)…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t want to cheapen the above sequence for you by explaining it with words, but I suppose I should make sure I can lay it all out it in case I’m ever interrogated by the thought-police:  ok, here we go…so the five-pointed pentagram was originally a symbol for man and the 5 senses man used to interact with nature…back in the days of Paganism, turning the pentagram upside down was symbolic of man creating a union with nature and ‘becoming one’ with MOTHER-EARTH …the Tarot card entitled ‘The Hanged Man’ is also symbolic of this hyper-aware and enlightened state that occurs when man surrenders his ego-based desires to the whims of MOTHER-EARTH…ok, here’s where the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS step in and fuck shit up…since the modus operandi of  the ‘illuminati’ is to separate man from the divine-source, the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS went ahead and changed the symbol for enlightenment into a symbol for the evils of Satanism, thereby butchering the original meaning entirely…not only did the assholes reverse the meaning of the upside-down pentagram, they also cleverly superimposed a goats-head over their ‘new’ symbol, this was done I believe as an inside joke amongst the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS because they all know the fictional Satan is their number one scapegoat in the grand scheme of things…I’m not sure if I’m the first to figure this out, so please forgive me if I’m ripping-off someone else’s epiphany…I included the Republican party elephant at the end to show how convoluted sacred symbology has become in this era of obfuscation in which we live

 

         Most people plan for retirement, well I’m planning for death: I’m very aware of the fact my time here is temporary, it’s now up to me to get my work done and get the heck outta here. I’m not sure where my home is, but I know it isn’t here. I’ve never in my 35 years felt like I belong here, yet here I sit making a blob. I’ve recently experienced a tidal-wave of insight regarding my mission here, which is why I’m putting forth the effort to write some of it down. In a nutshell, I’m here to heighten the frequency of humanity as we collectively move out of this age of oppression. My assignment here consists of me just ‘being’ here, it’s that simple. All I have to do is avoid physical death (for now) and hangout, I don’t necessarily have to tell anyone anything…which I guess then makes this blob extra-credit? Who knows, maybe back home I’m a teacher’s pet…

here we see a picture of the words ‘Teacher’s Pet’        

         It just doesn’t feel good to know we’re being experimented on and toyed with. The latest social-experiment being that of the 2012 meme that’s been popping in and out of culture for over a decade now. Much like the Y2K non-event, the 2012 experiment is a well-orchestrated attack on our sensibilities designed to keep us in a state of low-vibratory fear. The ‘end is near’ programming is everywhere, however, not many people know the word APOCALYPSE literally means “lifting of the veil”, it does not mean COMETS, EARTHQUAKES, and FLOODS are going to zap you, swallow you, and then drown you. Along with so many other words and concepts, APOCALYPSE has been hijacked and re-purposed for nefarious reasons. 

         Speaking of the APOCALYPSE, look at this picture I took the other day…it’s both sad and funny that we’ve been reduced to making these kind of flyers in order to survive.  

Sad and funny indeed. 

 

         I simply want to remind you all that we’re alive at a very special and unique point in the cycle of the ages. We have a front row seat for a tremendous period of revelation and transformation. There is a golden age on the horizon that will welcome us following the great “unveiling” (APOCALYPSE). So buckle them safety belts and shine your daughters, because when the shit goes down you’re gonna want plenty of apples at the ready…mmmmm, apples. And bananas. Now, onto the interview…

 

TK: Sam, what’s up? Where are you?

What it ain’t Tim. Thanks very much for having me. Over the past 20 years you’ve graciously provided a time&space for me to comfortably ride-it-out/write-it-out/jam-it-out/freak-the-fuck-out/mellow-out/sleep-it-off/shoot-hoops/etc…if it wasn’t for you and our bands we’ve made together I’d probably be in a state-penitentiary sporting some kinda nose-tattoo, so I thank you again kind sir!

 

I’ll now switch from conversational English into more of a narrative tone for the sake of the medium…

 

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3 and poof…I switched.

 

I’ve been living and traveling in my van the past 5 months. I started in Chicago and have since found myself swirling around the southwest. I must say, living in a van probably isn’t for everyone. For example about a week ago I accidentally drank my own urine (it tasted like Sun-Chips). But yeah, these things happen when you’re on the road, it’s just part of the deal. That said, if success were measured by how much free-time a person has, well then I’d most certainly have a gigantic, elegantly tailored blue ribbon around my neck indicating my first-place status as the “Person with the Most Free-Time”. Similarly, If you looked up “fuckin’ off” in a dictionary you’d undoubtedly see a picture of me stuffing generic pop-tarts into my shorts pockets after infiltrating yet another free continental breakfast buffet at a 2 star hotel. I basically do lots of whatever the heck I want and have finally reached my childhood goal of TOTAL-DETACHMENT.

 

Speaking of being a child, amongst my favorite TV shows as a youngster was an HBO series called The Hitchhiker. I was fascinated by the concept of some guy drifting around the desert, investigating life’s mysteries with nothing more than a leather jacket, a backpack, and well-fitting blue jeans.

 

 

The show was reminiscent of the Twilight Zone in that the episodes weren’t directly linked via characters or plot, rather they were all ambiguously connected via the mysterious drifter dude who more or less played the role of Rod Serling. The combination of un-linked episodes held together by the archetype of mystery had a profound effect on my young psyche. Around this time, my family used to poke fun at the fact I’d change what I wanted to be ‘when I grow up’ on a daily basis (my most consistent choices being archaeologist and janitor, I guess I like to sweep dust off stuff?) Well, it all makes sense to me now. This connection actually just hit me this morning as I prepared to write this: I’ve finally become what I always yearned to be….a loser! Just kidding, a drifter! that investigates weird stuff! Hell yeah! I know it’s not the most attractive ambition to you ladies (I guess I’ll never have meaningful sex again), but oh well, I don’t give a hoot. The events that sparked all of this were due to the fact I was much too involved with the REAL-FAKE-WORLD.

 

Prior to leaving Chicago I had a decent job, some bands, and a lovely fiancee…and, so what? Exactly, so what. I knew in my gut I wasn’t cutout for all the stuff I was participating in. I slowly but surely sabotaged it all with some drug-addled behavior that eventually led to my fiancee leaving me in the dust…so, greetings from the dust y’all! I’m doing just fine. With all this free-time I’ve been able to dig into the topics that interest me the most. In doing so, I learned that I have inadvertently made an OATH-OF-THE-ABYSS, which basically means life has become magical again instead of a day-to-day drudgery of physical survival and meaningless relationships fueled by the desire to love and be loved (get laid). I can’t imagine a better way of explaining this OATH-OF-THE-ABYSS than the following video:

<a href=”http://youtu.be/wOyOcjA_T6k“>click here for an excellent ‘Oath of the Abyss’ explanation</a>

So that’s that. While still in Chicago I was doing all types of miniature OATHS before taking the plunge for reals. Following the breakup I had no job, no bands, and 4 months of Chicago winter to meditate on what I wasn’t doing correctly. I found myself practicing Buddhism all day and night. I’d wake up, turn on the music, light the incense, assume the position and it was Buddha time. Never before had I journeyed so deep into one specific subject…it truly kept me interested in being alive. Speaking of stuff that starts with the letter B, I’ve always been a fan of baseball: something about the geometry mixed with the relaxed pace of it makes me slobber like a great dane. So as part of my daily exercises I would swing baseball bats over and over and over until I felt better than I did before I started swinging….EVERYONE, I’m happy to report that my swing is looking quite balanced nowadays! See look…

<a href=”http://youtu.be/sGHtyLbAeQg“>click here for bat swinging mini-movie</a>

I also made a bunch of images during this time. I must admit I had quite a nice time making them. So if anyone knows anyone that likes calendars, please get them in touch with me at samzurick@gmail.com – because these will all soon be apart of a calendar that I’ll offer for free to anyone that offers a donation towards the large cost of shipping my van from Panama to Colombia (it’s impossible to drive through the thick jungles that divide Central and South America).

 

 

Anyway, the point of this particular chunk of text is to introduce a video I made during this alone-time in Chicago, a time when I felt particularly infused with eastern-ness. It was filmed during what the news was calling the “worst Chicago blizzard ever” (whatever that means). During the height of the storm I decided to go grocery shopping on my bike because I wanted to see what would happen (miniature OATH perhaps? or just plain stupidity? I’ll let you decide.) The store was 6 blocks away and I made it there no problem. Me and my ego got a bit cocky and decided to make a video on the way home to document my “conquering of the storm”, or something…as you will see, the bag I had with me was heavily weighted down with large bottles of water. Keep in mind when I shot this video I was only 2 blocks from my apartment.  It took me 3 hours to get home. 

 <a href=”http://youtu.be/K_hIa9Szn4I“>click here for Chicago blizzard mini-movie</a>     

I turned the camera off and tried to push on but was immediately overwhelmed with some kinda wobbly-kneed blood sugar plunge. The weight of the bike combined with the weight of the 2 bags combined with the horizontal blizzard winds combined with the snow drifts combined with the fact no one heard me screaming for help…nearly killed me. It was awesome. I abandoned my stuff in the middle of a side-street and slowly made my way to what felt like a building (I couldn’t see). I decided to scrape myself along the wall in hopes that I’d eventually fall into a doorway of some sort; and guess what happened next? That’s right, I fell into a doorway of some sort! Upon further investigation I determined I was in the vestibule of an alleyway service door and not in someone’s front or back doorway. I felt an awful black-wave of panic come into my mind, yet was instantly able to wrangle and then jettison it out my left ear…that was key. WIthout strength, visibility, or a sense of direction, I made the conscious choice to huddle up and retreat as far as I could within myself. My attention went straight to my breath. I began to breathe with my diaphragm in the slowest most deliberate way possible. I thought about nothing but breathing for what turned out to be 2 and a half hours. It was a very strange experience for me because it was the first time that I’d ever felt in control of my thoughts, which may sound odd but I don’t know how else to describe it. My sense of identity completely vanished by the end of the first hour. By the end of the second hour I was nothing but an undulating snow-creature; I had no name, no ego, no fear, no future, no past, no reason to go on, no reason not to go on, it was wild indeed. I felt like what I imagine a pair of boots might feel like. My indifference about life and death was at an all-time high and I was loving it! The reason I’m going into this now is because it turns out that this episode of inward-gazing & thought-control was just a minor precursor to the major mind-fuck that eventually transpired four months later while I worked on an Alpaca farm in Taos, New Mexico. 

By the way, I survived the ordeal (duh). If you want to know how just imagine me regaining enough strength to walk home in the waist-deep snow with a smile on my face, because that’s exactly what happened. My bike and the groceries needed to be excavated from the intersection the following morning, and I was happily drinking water later that same day.  

THE END. OR IS IT? It’s not. 

Apparently, I’m a person. If I were an outhouse, there’d need to be a third option beyond the familiar OCCUPIED or UNOCCUPIED above my doorknob…and this option would read, PREOCCUPIED WITH DEATH. I realized  early on that my preoccupation with the temporal nature of life could be upsetting to others. My second grade teacher made this fact very apparent when she called for a special chat to take place between myself, my mother, and the school psychiatrist. We discussed the “troubling” fact that the stories I scribbled out all ended in the same exact fashion: my abrupt death. It didn’t matter if it was a fictional story or a nonfiction assignment in which I had to write a little something about my weekend, I’d be dead at the end no matter what. For example, I’d write “The circus was a great time. I think my favorite part was the seals the way they clapped their fins. I also liked the funny clowns when they honked with their noses. And then the ceiling caved in and I died…THE END”. As a 6 year old I thought this was quite funny. I remember sitting and laughing at my desk as I wrote my stories because it all seemed so ridiculous. Not only did I think it was funny, I also valued the effectiveness of my writing “style” because I could end any assignment at any point and have fun doing it. Here’s a report I wrote for science class about the sun…”The sun is so hot. I cannot believe the fireball is so hot. All men and women wear sunglasses in the summer because of the sunshine all over their body especially the eyes. I was at the pool looking at the sun. It was so bright. I became blind, fell into a sewer, and died…THE END”. Anyway, not much has changed since then. To this day I have sincere difficulty taking the REAL-FAKE-WORLD seriously. It blows my mind that people actually pay attention to the things we’re programmed to pay attention to! I understand it’s easier for people to ‘go along to get along’, but still, I am shocked at the willingness of people to hand over their entire existence on earth to some pig swallowing assholes in shark-skinned suits, aka, the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS. Before i continue, I feel it’s necessary to layout some definitions of the terms I will be using throughout this blob of a blog entry…

REAL-FAKE-WORLD:

for upmost effectiveness, imagine Bradley Pitt’s character from Fight Club espousing the below definition as a monologue on a crudely built stage within one of those walk-in construction site dumpsters 

■ the REAL-FAKE-WORLD is the problem, it’s the land of categories constructed by the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS masquerading as men ■ the crux of this world is based on an unspoken agreement in which the burden of thinking is alleviated to those who agree to participate in the perpetuation of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD…as part of the agreement, every potential thought is provided to you in exchange for your commitment to play the role of an individual ■ the REAL-FAKE-WORLD is an achievement competition fueled by our ignorant yearning to be ‘saved’ by an external something or other ■ it’s the cult of “keeping busy”■ it’s where we all willingly sacrifice our souls to become cardboard cutouts with identities, names, and credit ratings ■ the REAL-FAKE-WORLD is divided into 2 equal blobs of either exaggerated fear or exaggerated acceptance ■ the REAL-FAKE-WORLD is a dominant multi-headed beast with multiple upturned pig-noses designed to sniff out and squash dead the bonafide human tribes abiding by natural law ■ the REAL-FAKE-WORLD is where DMT is illegal even though it occurs naturally within our bodies ■ vague references to ‘hope’ and ‘change’ will get you elected president of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD ■ 

a well-coiffed slice of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD: the sheared beauty of this landscaping put me into a trance-like state in which I immediately snapped out of upon learning the men’s long underwear was no longer on sale

■ the REAL-FAKE-WORLD annoyingly stokes your inner-hedonist so as to keep you frothing with lust for beers and butts ■ the reason the REAL-FAKE-WORLD resembles a haphazardly constructed simulacrum is because it is ■ much like the Poltergeist movie-set, the REAL-FAKE-WORLD is built on the graves of Indians and subsequently oozes with vengeful spirits ■ as it lured us all into resigning to the life of a 2 dimensional baseball card, Facebook has emerged as the digital equivalent to the REAL-FAKE-WORLD ■ it’s where a team of emergency-room nurses is required to topple the painful inconvenience of a 7-hour Viagra boner ■ EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS envelops us and destroys our sense of worth in the REAL-FAKE-WORLD by holding us up to the standards and reflections of an uncivilized civilization…it’s the land of insecurity, you’re never going to be good enough in the REAL-FAKE-WORLD ■ think: Las Vegas ■ think: a guy covered in tattoos strutting along a sidewalk with a lady covered in tattoos…they’ve become each other’s cool new tattoo! ■ if you dare question the validity of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD you’re immediately marked as a ‘paranoid kook’ with ‘terrorist tendencies’ ■ the REAL-FAKE-WORLD has shrunken the capacity for an actual experience down to the size of an imperceptible worm-hole ■

while taking in some televised news in a Jiffy Lube waiting room, I was reminded of a certain cartoon-duck’s birthday…if I remember right, the duck’s name is ‘Donald’…I forget how old the journalist said this cartoon-duck was turning…regardless, I’m glad they informed me of this joyous occasion because I was a bit bummed out by the previous news-story that detailed the pending 3-way Holy War between the Christians, Jews, and Muslims…(happy belated b-day Donald if you’re reading this! all of us from the Jiffy Lube waiting room hope you live to see another cartoon-duck birthday)

■ the REAL-FAKE-WORLD is a fully-clothed orgy of deceit being promulgated by a hierarchy of hypnotized hypnotists ■ language functions strictly as computer code, the onset of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD displaced oral traditions with the written word ■ 85% of monies earned in the REAL-FAKE-WORLD goes towards energy-related expenses, even though there has been free-energy ether-technologies on the shelf for over 100 years (if energy was free it would create a world of splendor where people would have time to explore consciousness rather than spending most of their lives dealing with day-to-day survival crap) ■ in the REAL-FAKE-WORLD you’re nothing more than a pair of floating-eyeballs-on-a-stick, your attention-span is highly coveted as corporations battle feverishly amongst themselves for the controlling-rights of your mind ■

“where are the carrots?!”…the human population as perceived by competing corporations, awaiting guidance in the form of advertised marching orders

■ all ‘experiences’ within the REAL-FAKE-WORLD are perceived in relation to the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP…the clock ticks incessantly…your days are numbered…the omnipresent backdrop of BIRTH.SCHOOL.WORK.DIE. taunts you at every turn and informs your every decision…’time is money’, ‘the world is a stage’ ■ predicated on the fear of being alone with your thoughts, the REAL-FAKE-WORLD is where neuroses sprout and fester, pathological attachments flourish ■ 

the empty promises of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD are often colorful

■ the REAL-FAKE-WORLD came with a handy instructional pamphlet in the form of the ’10 Commandments’…here’s what the 2nd commandment says, “Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth…” , in other words, no one was allowed to draw pretty pictures or make triumphant statues of this new and improved singular almighty God ■ the REAL-FAKE-WORLD pushes the fallacy that the elements of civilization were brought by the ‘chosen people’ from the east to west (replace the word ‘chosen’ with ‘psychotic’ and the statement would be accurate) ■ my squeaking brain is telling me that this commandment represents the initial and overt mystification of what we now know as ‘the religious experience’, and was put into effect to deliberately muddle the minds of those who sought an intimate relationship with the ‘source’: these so-called commandments marked the beginning of the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS’ kidnapping of our minds ■

on the left we have a lively depiction of the many gods and goddesses of ancient Egypt…on the right is how a small group of psychotic-dick-ticklers COMMANDED us to envision the one almighty Judeo-Christian god…this ‘argument’ can be reconciled by simply ignoring both choices in a non-theistic approach that highlights the relationship between the unconditioned mind and MOTHER-EARTH

■ the female-stifling ideals of misogyny masquerade as ‘morality’ in the REAL-FAKE-WORLD ■ the REAL-FAKE-WORLD relies on THE-DEATH-CONSPIRACY to keep you enamored with the day-to-day struggle ■ it’s a paradoxical pay-to-play arrangement, you must work at Taco Bell in order to gain the ‘privilege’ of participating in the REAL-FAKE-WORLD ■ the REAL-FAKE-WORLD is where gun-toting apes wearing bullet-proof vests scoot around in armored cars filled with the magical-green-paper we so mightily battle to obtain in hopes to survive and battle some more ■ a thick layer of greasy wet cement shrouds the entirety of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD in an attempt to weigh it down in the face of FLUX ■ due to the duality that springs forth from it, I hereby declare THEE-ALMIGHTY-ORGASM is both GOD and SATAN in the REAL-FAKE-WORLD ■

EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS:

■ EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS equates to a person being pre-occupied with the illusion they’re on an ‘individual quest’ through time with their own special little destiny ■ EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS is the mindset that ignores the collective destiny of mankind ■ EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS is the root cause of our current predicament as it acts as the Old-Satan archetype that binds the REAL-FAKE-WORLD together ■ EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS is the ongoing-war within us that gives rise to the self-conceived false-identities that reflect our individual egos (persona) ■ 

63 year old sheik Hamad Bin Hamdan Al Nahyan ordered workers to etch his name in the sand such that his EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS could be viewed from outer-space

■ EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS is an insatiable non-entity that needs to continuously grasp and cling onto things that will justify and bolster it’s false existence ■ EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS desperately looks to clocks and calendars for motivation as it scrambles to endure the quest for ‘security’ and other unattainable concepts ■  EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS hungers to possess everything a person does, perceives, and thinks…”I am the doer”, “I am the perceiver”, “I am the thinker” are 3 examples of EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS in action ■ EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS rapes MOTHER-EARTH with fits of trauma in hopes of controlling the natural-rhythms of nature (FLUX) ■ the Earth is sick, infected with EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS…and like any other sick body the Earth will eventually flush it all away so it can get back to being a kick-ass ball that’s alive ■ EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS is perishable, it’s been created therefore can be destroyed ■ like an epic game of ‘show and tell’, juvenile participants in the REAL-FAKE-WORLD ballyhoo their EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS around town as if anyone actually cared, which reminds me…the one thing the TV and YAHOO news leaves out when they’re pumping people full of lies is the fact no one really gives a shit about how loud you can play shitty music from your stupid fucking car as you speed through strip-mall parking lots…just the other day I found myself playing the role of ‘Baby-Duck-Shepherd’ as I assisted the plight of some winged-creatures trying to get across a parking lot…before I turned the camera on, I literally had to pull a Tienanmen Square to stop the flow of ‘cool-fast’ cars being driven by EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS that didn’t give a flying hoot about some lost ducks….

<a href=”http://youtu.be/LAML_aq-KK8“>click here for baby-duck shepherding mini-movie</a>

* females: please note I’m NOT trying to get in your pants by posting this heroic movie in which I assist some cute little fuzz-balls with underdeveloped flying-wings…I’m MUCH more concerned with the proper maturation of those baby-ducks than I am with what may lie within the confines of your butt-shorts ; )

PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS:

here we see a childhood picture of Alex Jones, the ‘truth-seeking’ radio host that is actually a well-paid actor playing the role of a ‘revolutionary’ that’s extremely fed-up with the system…I’ve chosen him as my poster-boy for PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS because I believe it’s important to alert people of his deceitful practices as he becomes more and more mainstream – I urge anyone that is curious to hear what neuro-linguistic-programming sounds like to turn on ‘The Alex Jones Show’ for five minutes, but please be careful, he is a true master of his craft (I speak from experience)

■ I’ve chosen the term PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS for these dudes because that’s exactly how they behave ■ PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS are bonded by blood, for example, Barack Obama is related to George W. Bush, George H.W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Harry Truman, Gerald Ford, Lyndon Johnson, Brad Pitt and one of the writers of the constitution, James Madison ■ PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS want people to think they’re infused with incredibly obscure powers that they’ve managed to tap into following centuries of occult cultivation, well, I’m here to tell you that this notion of them being representatives of the ‘dark side’ is a scare tactic intended to keep people in fear of confronting them ■ the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS are the guys that switch the printing press to ‘on’ whenever they want some walking around money…they literally print the magical-green-paper we chase ■ PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS prefer to keep populations impoverished so as to keep the military well-stocked with destitute individuals who volunteer to die in bogus wars in exchange for a steady ration of food and a place to sleep ■ if a PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOY showed up to your house for tea and crackers he’d also expect a quick hand-job from your 10 year old son ■ think: the Pope ■ think: Barack Obama ■ think: the Pope snorting an extraordinarily-pure blend of cocaine and heroin off of Barack Obama’s erect phallus…these guys party harder than Guns & Roses and Def Leppard combined ■ studies show that about 4% of the human population is psychotic, here are the 3 primary characteristics of a psychopath…

NO EMPATHY – they could give a shit about how their actions effect people ☢ they get off on dividing people into opposing groups and watching them fight it out

EXTREMELY CLEVER – psychopaths are gifted stage-magicians that subsist on the fruits of their tricks ☢ 2 examples of their incredibly-brazen hoaxes in America are the Federal Reserve and the IRS: both of these institutions are privately-run corporations fronting as a part of the actual federal government ☢ in actuality, the IRS is a subcontracted third-party collection agency with headquarters in Puerto Rico ☢ the IRS has no legal authority to operate within the 50 united states ☢ the money collected by the IRS is used to pay off the interest owed by the actual US government to the privately held Federal Reserve ☢ every dollar bill in circulation is on loan from the Federal Reserve ☢ to maintain their prominence, these 2 organizations rely on the willingness of an ignorant herd to suspend disbelief ☢

EXTREMELY ADAPTIVE – just like a charming tuxedo-wearing chameleon, these masters-of-camouflage can blend in anywhere without being detected (a significant part of my mission entails showing others how to detect these germs)

here we see the ‘mad as hell’ Alex Jones putting his psychotically-charming chameleon skills on display while he shmoozes with the gals on ‘The View’, in this episode Alex was called upon by his masters to go on TV and defend the shenanigans of one of his best friends, Charlie Sheen…umm, what about that whole revolution, Alex? I know I know, it’s all apart of the script…the Charlie Sheen debacle was a perfect way to introduce Alex Jones to millions of potential new followers 

■ PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS love toys, they love shiny shit (gold mainly), they love deep underground bases equipped with an endless supply of primo narcotics being dispensed by bent-over and underage mind-controlled sex-slaves ■ much like an apathetic drug addict indirectly hindering the overall well-being of the people, places, and things surrounding him/her, PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS are totally unaware of the trickle-down-despair they instigate with their drug and sex addicted minds ■ PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS are masters of the ‘divide and conquer’ dialectic and utilize it exhaustively around the world to keep categorized populations busily fighting amongst each other instead of challenging those wielding the true-power…think: Democrats v. Republicans, Catholics v. Protestants, Hippies v. Greasears ■ PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS intentionally perpetuate the mystery & confusion about who you really are and where you really came from ■ they horde the true knowledge for themselves while offering the masses things like ‘Christopher Columbus’, and ‘Revolutionary Wars’■ 

here’s Alex Jones hanging out with Geraldo Rivera during a FOX news broadcast, LOL! btw, Alex’s Sunday broadcast from ‘behind enemy lines’ is produced by FOX news…again, my mini-obsession with Alex is because I want people to be leery of his spell…he talks a good game regarding the machinations of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD yet he intentionally leaves out half the story…I predict we’ll see Alex piloting his own FOX News broadcast any day now as America gets more and more divided

■ PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS have dethroned and replaced the feminine goddess principle with monotheistic cock-and-balls based religions (Judaism, Christianity, Islam) ■ they are master occultists, though their power is limited by the natural laws of intention ■ think of the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS as middle-management, they take instruction from the off-planet CUSTODIAL-OVERLORDS…however, they are planning an eventual rebellion against the CUSTODIAL-OVERLORDS so that they can rule over Earth sans oversight; if successful, this overthrow would mean the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS could portray themselves to the ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEYS as bonafide ‘Gods’ instead of their current status as intermediaries ■ meanwhile, the never-ending battle vs. FLUX keeps the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS occupied, they’re counting on their December 22nd, 2012 attacks on MOTHER-EARTH to cull the human population down from 7 billion to 500 million ■ another major ‘to-do’ on the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS’ agenda is to harness the full-spectrum of TRANS-HUMANISM in hopes to choke-out MOTHER-EARTH, render FLUX a non-factor and achieve immortality ■ 

TRANS-HUMANISM: 

■ the art and science of transcending the innate limitations of the human body via mechanical augmentation is called TRANS-HUMANISM ■ a simple example of TRANS-HUMANISM would be a pair of prescription-eyeglasses…a more advanced example would be an artificial heart ■ PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS are in love with the death-defying antics of TRANS-HUMANISM because they believe it will eventually allow them to achieve immortality and remain in power of planet Earth for all eternity ■ once perfected,  TRANS-HUMANISM will be offered to select portions of humanity as a panacea to THE-DEATH-CONSPIRACY…in other words, the agonizing fear caused by THE-DEATH-CONSPIRACY will be negated by the glories of ‘everlasting-life’, when in reality, the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS simply want the LIGHT-BODIES of certain slaves to remain trapped inside the ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEY meat-suits forever ■ here’s a hypothetical conversation that further illustrates the pending quandary our species faces…

DUDE 1: “Say bro, are you sure you want to join the Army? What if they ship you out to the war-zone? Aren’t you afraid of dying? Death is some kinda scary!”

DUDE 2: “Nah bro I ain’t scared, didn’t you read my Facebook post?”

DUDE 1: “Shoot! Nah bro, I accidentally dislodged my Facebook plug-in when I was blowing my nose this morning…I think I might have swallowed it again…what did your FB post say brosepherina?”

DUDE 2: “Don’t call me brosepherina bro…thanks, anyways, in my Facebook post I was electronically thinking out loud about how the Army is offering new recruits the power-of-immortality in addition to the college fund…so basically I have to commit to spending eternity on Earth in exchange for my services on the battlefield…what’s up bro?! I’m never going to die!!!”

DUDE 1: “Wow bro-man! I’m so scared of death that I think I’m going to sign up for the Army too! Just last night I saw a TV show in which someone died…boy-o-boy was it dramatic!”

DUDE 2: “Yeah bro, death is something I definitely want to avoid because of all the movies and TV shows I’ve seen that have indicated that death is scary and also very dramatic…dude think about it, we eventually might even get laid if we’re immortal!”

DUDE 1: “Shoot bro! I bet we get laid a couple times!!”

Dude 1 and Dude 2 high-five at the prospect of perhaps getting laid within the infinite-landscape of eternity

ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEY:

2 of Earth’s ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEYS: pictured here is Unification Church founder Sun Myung Moon and his lovely wife Hak Ja An…Mr. Moon is a multibillionaire cult-leader that believes he is the second coming of Christ – he also owns the Washington Times and happens to be one of the most powerful political-power brokers in the United States (despite the fact he’s Korean and lives in Korea, hmmm)

■ POP QUIZ TIME ■

QUESTION: what do you get when you cross the DNA of a celestial-entity with the DNA of an Earthbound-monkey?

A) oppressed souls shrink-wrapped within a mysterious flesh-tone skin-prison

 

B) a hard-working slave race that instinctively digs around for natural resources while attempting to decipher various riddles of natural philosophy

C) an easily-manipulated population comprised of beings akin to balls-of-clay awaiting the ‘divine molding’ of an external shape-shifting force that can provide guidance in the face of the seemingly insurmountable existential confusion associated with ‘being alive’

D) a glitched-out baboon so overly burdened by the responsibility of free-will and sophisticated emotions that it turns on it’s own kind during the unreasonably-backwards practice of intra-species murder (the only other critter on Earth that commits unprovoked murder against his own kind are chimpanzees, hmmm)

E) none of the above

ANSWER: if you guessed E, ‘none of the above’, then you win a free vacation to your own bathroom (make yourself a hot bath and go soak in it)

■ pardon my redundancy for a moment if you will…the sad reality of our predicament is the fact we’ve been programmed with lies by the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS regarding what we are and where we came from ■ most of these lies entail how oppressed and incapable we are as we suffer through the ‘servitude’ of life ■ once again, I’m doing this here blob to remind people that ignoring the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS is an excellent first step in actualizing a life that isn’t reminiscent of slave-labor, they’ve cleverly tricked us into donating our attention-spans to the REAL-FAKE-WORLD as if it’s the only world available, this handing-over of our conscious-mind makes us extremely vulnerable to the suggestive practices of the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS ■  you ever get lost in a grocery store as a child? pretty scary, eh? well that’s the exact feeling the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS want us to carry around 24/7, which is pretty damn rude if you ask this ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEY ■ human beings are obviously odd as shit, though upon doing just a little research the oddness dissipates and is replaced with very simple and reasonable explanations as to who we are and what we’re doing here…broken down into 3 individual components, the ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEY kinda makes sense…

1) ALIEN: (up, light, macrocosm, infinite universe)

■ in keeping with my interest in duality, I’d like to pretend for a moment to be a PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOY and offer up 2 of the more popular theories regarding our genetic link to extraterrestrial life…and remember, since I’m playing the role of PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOY I hereby COMMAND that you not look beyond the 2 theories I’m presenting…it’s option A or option B – like or dislike – thumbs up or thumbs down – democrat or republican – Luke Skywalker or Darth Vader – etc…if you decide to seek out other options you will be kicked out of the herd and will forever be remembered as some kinda ‘weirdo-fringe-dweller’ with ‘terrorist tendencies’…got it?!? jkomg ■ ok, by far the most popular humans-are-part-alien theory comes to us via the translation of cuneiform clay tablets discovered in ancient Mesopotamia…the short version of the story is that an ALIEN race known as the ‘Anunnaki’ became stranded here on Earth about 6000 years ago, instead of just fucking around with all the animals and playing beach-volleyball they decided to get some work done and so created human beings to do the dirty work (this ‘dirty work’ is what we call ‘science’ today)…this theory is so popular because it translates to us being SLAVES, the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS love this theory because it maintains the slave-mentality within us ■ the other much-less popular theory is the mythology that portrays the Earth as a living-breathing mother-goddess that is originally from the galactic center of the Milky Way…the Gnostics and Pagans and pretty much everyone prior to the patriarchal takeover of the planet believed in the idea that MOTHER-EARTH was the only goddess necessary for a full and happy life…I tend to agree with the Pagans and Gnostics (I will be going into this 2nd theory in much greater detail in future posts, FYI BTW OMG) ■ 

2) ROBOT: (in-between, equalizing-interface, operating-system, the two little dots in a yin-yang) 

■ our bodies are obviously robotic in nature, our ‘personalities’ act as the response mechanism ■ one needn’t look any further than our own auto-piloted hearts to realize our LIGHT-BODIES are entrapped within a highly-sophisticated mishmash of mechanized systems designed to complement one another in some sorta blood-drenched symphony of organic-technologies ■ for more evidence, I urge you dear reader to go in the bathroom, take off your pants, better yet keep your pants on…look in the mirror and SWITCH the lights from ‘ON’ to ‘OFF’ while paying close attention to your pupil as the iris reacts to the amount of light in the room; what you’ll see is quite remarkable…and remarkably robotic ■ “but Sam, what about my free-will? is that also robotic in nature?!”…great question young lady-man, allow me to expound on a little theory I came up with while cruising the sidewalks of Huntington Beach, California ■ you know how computer programming is based on ONES and ZEROS? well, it’s my hypothesis that every thing we do, think, or say is also based on this ONE/ZERO, YES/NO, ON/OFF duality ■ I call my speculations the BODY-OF-SWITCHES theory (if you can think of a better name please call me at samzurick@gmail.com with you suggestion) ■ I propose that everything on this Earth, regardless if it exists in the material OR emotional realm, has an accompanying SWITCH that becomes attached to our being upon initial perception ■ while traversing the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP we absorb countless new SWITCHES each day while simultaneously being reminded of SWITCHES we’ve collected previously ■ even if it’s something we see or hear only once and never think about again, the SWITCH becomes apart of us and remains apart of us until physical-death ■ for example, let’s say you’re happily skipping down the sidewalk and glance at an advertisement for the new Smurfette movie…well, unbeknownst to you, you’ve just absorbed and assimilated the ‘SMURFETTE-MOVIE-SWITCH’ into your BODY-OF-SWITCHES (again, the BODY-OF-SWITCHES represents the ROBOT in ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEY) ■

my 30-second Smurfette analysis tells me she’s designed to give little boys’ their first boners while also alerting them of their duty to eventually reproduce within the confines of a monogamous relationship

 ■ ok, so you’ve just absorbed yet another SWITCH, it’s now up to your so-called free-will to decide whether to turn the SMURFETTE-MOVIE-SWITCH to ‘ON’, or just leave it in the ‘OFF’ position ■ a slightly more sophisticated SWITCH would be the ‘CAREER-SWITCH’…this is the SWITCH that was planted in us at a very young age and might be our most active SWITCH (right up there with the XXX-SWITCH) ■ we are constantly turning the CAREER-SWITCH to the ‘ON’ position because we’re constantly prompted to do so ■ for example, if you have no career but really want to see the Smurfette movie, you might briefly turn the CAREER-SWITCH to ‘ON’ as you examine the reasons why you cannot afford to see it…you then quickly turn the CAREER-SWITCH back to ‘OFF’ upon determining you’d rather not get a job just so you can see the Smurfette movie in 3D…the BOOTLEG-DVD-SWITCH is activated soon thereafter and life continues ■ from what I’ve experienced both in the REAL-FAKE-WORLD and the REAL-WORLD, it’s my conclusion that the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS want to saturate us with as many REAL-FAKE-WORLD associated SWITCHES as possible so that we become overstimulated and psychically-paralyzed ■ ridding the body of these ‘switches’ is key to my Scientology-like theory for success (Thomas Cruise, if you’re reading this please get back in touch with me regarding you leaving L. Ron Hubbard’s imagination and entering mine…thanks guy!) ■

3) MONKEY: (down, mud, microcosm, infinitesimal universe) 

■ the MONKEY is the exquisite creature in all of us ■ the MONKEY is that wonderful feeling one gets while spending time with MOTHER-EARTH ■ the MONKEY is what nudges us to walk on our hands along the path to food and shelter ■ the MONKEY is hairy, therefore our very own armpit hair is a direct link to the worldwide network of MONKEYs that frolic MOTHER-EARTH with bananas in their pockets ■ the MONKEY is the intuitive Earth-guardian that cringes with rage at the sight of the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS persistent raping of MOTHER-EARTH ■ except for a certain professional wrestler that did some serious damage in his prime, the MONKEY told me there’s no such thing as the ‘missing link’, so y’all can stop looking ■

an enigmatic professional until the day he died, the Missing Link would rarely be found out of character…here we see him on a typical off-day doing what he loved most: bare-handed fishing

caption-free since 2011

LINEAR-TIME-TRAP:

from cradle to grave, the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP acts as a multi-layered metaphorical prison designed to keep you reaching for answers within the confines of predetermined boxes

■ the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP keeps track of that which does not exist…it is the illusory backdrop of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD ■ right now, then, the future…the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP is a specific group of 2 dimensional words used to describe a 5 dimensional occurrence ■ all of life’s events within the REAL-FAKE-WORLD are perceived in relation to the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP ■ memories of prior data ingestions dictate which particular ‘frame-of-reference’ our brain utilizes so that it can comprehend that which is unfolding before it, or, the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP is merely a way to control the natural FLUX of life via predictions based upon mind-programming ■ the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP boasts of fortune-telling powers while passing the Old and New Testaments off as ‘blueprints for humanity’ ■ perfunctory gestures of approval begets narcissistic peacockery as the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP spits plastic-plated trophies to those who dutifully click along the industrial notches of predetermination ■ the notion of ‘getting’ lubricates the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP as people strive to ‘get this’, ‘get that’, ‘get drunk’, ‘get a job’, ‘get high’, ‘get laid’, ‘get time off’, ‘get some money’, ‘get a girlfriend’, ‘get a toupee’,…and the grandaddy of getting, ‘GET A LIFE’ ■ 

I went through a 6 year phase in which I’d play every episode of ‘Get A Life’ on a repeating-loop in my bedroom – after about a year of doing this I was able to tell time by looking at what scene Chris Elliot was playing-out on my TV/VCR combo in the corner…I thoroughly enjoyed my own little LINEAR-TIME-TRAP because the show was so cheek-slappingly funny (if there’s anyone out there that wants to physically re-enact the ‘Zoo Animals on Wheels’ episode in the form of an actual theatrical play, lemmy kno! samzurick@gmail)

■ the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS have tricked us into using LINEAR-TIME-TRAP sponsored clocks and calendars so as to reinforce the idea of a finite ‘end’, which apparently is supposed to be scary, for example, “OH NO MY LIFE IS OVER!!! DOES THAT MEAN I NO LONGER WORK AT TACO BELL??? AHHHHH, WHO IS GOING TO PAY MY TEXT-MESSAGE BILL!?!? DOES MY CREDIT RATING CARRY-OVER INTO HEAVEN/HELL?!?!? AHHHHHHH!!!” WHO IS GOING TO WATCH GREEN-ACRES RERUNS NOW THAT I’M ENDED?!?!?!) ■ the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP is the whipping action of a measuring stick in the reptile-like hands of a devilish old nun wearing adult-diapers brimming with old-fashioned confectionary ■ death & taxes ■ the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP is littered with an endless supply of fabricated memories in the form of ‘history books’ ■  the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP happens, whereas FLUX exists ■ much like the REAL-FAKE-WORLD, the LINEAR-TIME-TRAP can be ignored and will even disappear upon lack of acknowledgement ■ 

INTERGALACTIC-COMMUNITY:

■ aliens are 100% real and exist within the INTERGALACTIC-COMMUNITY…this is what we’re NOT supposed to know ■ we’re administered speculative snippets of alien existence through pop-culture so as to appease our collective curiosities, and then it’s back school/work for us ■ the media portrays aliens in one of two ways:

1) benevolent creatures on a mission to save us from ourselves…

2) or, malevolent aggressors hell-bent on harvesting our souls…

trauma based mind control: the above ‘make-believe’ imagery is designed to traumatize and splinter young minds (because a splintered mind is an easily controlled mind)…

what exactly is an 8 year-old supposed to think when he discovers this under the ole christmas tree?…”umm, thanks Santa, yeah…so Mom, how bout that Jesus guy? will he be around when the aliens attack? or is he too busy bleeding to death?”…”shut up Johnny!…remember the first rule of life, NO AWKWARD QUESTIONS! especially on Christmas morning!”

■ these 2 portrayals of what aliens ‘might be’ is simply more holographic duality for us to swallow within the context of ‘what the fuck is going on here?’, the subtext being to keep us confused about how we’re supposed to react when the government script-writers decide to disclose the ‘truth’ regarding what’s up with all those aborted-fetus looking creatures flying around in UFO’s ■ I wish the ‘powers that be’ would just drop the duality schtick and combine the 2 above scenarios into some sorta swirlingly delicious after-school treat that we all could potentially obtain in a convenient marketplace setting…OMG!

dare to dream! the creative geniuses responsible for the latest Slurpee marketing campaign might want to put the crack-pipe down and get back to the worldwide spreading of early-onset diabetes: here we have the ‘out-of-this-world’ concept of combining 3 different artificial flavors into one singular paradigm-shattering product…I’d like to slip into a professional-wrestling leotard and find the asshole that came up with ‘Alienade’  so I can put him in an ‘out-of-this-world’  headlock that forces compressed oxygen into the grand-opening of several of his hitherto unused neural-pathways (if it was a lady that came up with ‘Alienade’  well then I’d like to slip into a professional-wrestling leotard and show up on her doorstep covered head-to-toe in the tri-colored remnants of her invention so as to prove some kinda to-be-determined point) 

 

■ there are 450 billion galaxies (I counted) ■ the house-o-cards that is the REAL-FAKE-WORLD would topple and the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS would cry if we were to become aware of the whole truth regarding aliens and the INTERGALACTIC-COMMUNITY ■ let’s say you’re working at Taco Bell, busily squeezing meat-paste from a plastic tube onto someone’s chicken-claw burrito, when suddenly over the radio an angelic voice announces that humans are in fact apart of a vibrant INTERGALACTIC-COMMUNITY based on free energy, light and love…I’m fairly certain the burrito you’re slaving over would take a backseat to the news ■ the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS absolutely need us to remain conflicted on the issue of aliens in order for their ‘power’ to remain intact…if we knew the truth we’d be inspired to naturally awaken from their spell ■

THE-DEATH-CONSPIRACY:

■ “our greatest fear is that when we die we will become nothing…we believe that we are born from nothing and that when we die we become nothing, and so we are filled with the fear of annihilation” – Thich Nhat Hanh from his book ‘No Death, No Fear’ ■ I’m sorry, I did not finish this part because of a van emergency I had yesterday, basically, the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS want us to be very afraid of physical-death because it keeps us enamored with the REAL-FAKE-WORLD…to be continued maybe

ahh, life at the Huntington Beach pier…I love hanging out down there because the wackos outnumber the capitalists 99-1, it feels great being around a bunch of people who could care less if their ass-crack is showing: here we see a woman so proud of herself that she could make her delusional thoughts rhyme that she felt compelled to make a sign to show everyone how fearful of death she is…I’m sorry, that was mean…she’s just spellbound : ( 

CUSTODIAL-OVERLORDS:

■ our creators ■ the ‘gods’ ■ the ‘watchers’ ■ the ‘keepers of the garden’ ■ these are the aliens that when faced with the task of exploring and exploiting Earth’s natural resources decided to combine segments of their own genetic-code with that of an earthbound monkey so as to create an explorer-race that they could manipulate from a distance…this new ‘fish-out-of-water’, remote-controlled species became know as human-beings, or as I call them, ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEYS ■ CUSTODIAL-OVERLORDS are well-versed in the properties of what we call ‘dark-matter’, and because of this can travel inter-dimensionally ■ CUSTODIAL-OVERLORDS have no need for food, water, and bathrooms; they process energy from the ether through their skin ■ a major stipulation in the covenant between ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEYS, PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS, and CUSTODIAL-OVERLORDS is fear; we’re designed to be very afraid of our creators in the name of efficiency, BUT, there’s absolutely nothing to fear…our CUSTODIAL-OVERLORDS want us to experience full lives in which we evolve away from the old-Earth, wheel-of-Karma paradigm…the problem again is the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS chronic meddling with the divine experiment ■ the CUSTODIAL-OVERLORDS are bound to the laws of non-interference, however, if we reach the brink of extinction they WILL step in and save us from ourselves because the experiment must continue ■ I was brushing my teeth in a parking lot the other day and saw a shit-load of ants scurrying about in a remarkable fashion. I swiftly put the toothbrush down and picked up my camera, my teeth were gonna have to wait….

<a href=”http://youtu.be/H021sytJE-Y“>click here for an ant expressway mini-movie</a>

■ with a mouth full of toothpaste I exclaimed to myself, “this must be how the CUSTODIAL-OVERLORDS view the ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEYS!…except for the walking up the tree part!” Thankfully no one was within earshot of me when I proclaimed this aloud with my foamy toothpaste mouth (I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to blob with a straightjacket on) ■ 

TOTAL-DETACHMENT: 

Hunting and gathering anyone?: here’s ‘me’, staring blankly into the abyss with absolutely no goals to speak of…

■ TOTAL-DETACHMENT a state of mind in which a person feels absolutely no pressure to succeed at anything besides being nice to others and perhaps finding some clean water to drink ■ TOTAL-DETACHMENT unconsciously turns off every bit of whiz-bang the REAL-FAKE-WORLD has to offer; whether it be an upside down pineapple cake or an erotic encounter with a former lover, it’s all the same nothing to the TOTALLY-DETACHED ■ TOTAL-DETACHMENT is the golden mindset, the tabula rasa, it clears room for the creative process and other worthwhile psychic activities ■

being TOTALLY-DETACHED leaves plenty of room for the appreciation of little-kid art…seeing goofy shit on the sidewalk is refreshing as it interrupts the visual-monotony of walking along a sidewalk to nowhere in particular

■ because the REAL-FAKE-WORLD propagates falsehoods via neuro-linguistic-programming, TOTAL-DETACHMENT is oft confused with crazy, when in fact, TOTAL-DETACHMENT is the exact opposite of crazy, crazy…right? ■ let’s briefly examine the difference between “crazy” and TOTAL-DETACHMENT for the folks reading this that appreciate a blob infused with rock-solid comparative analysis ■ crazy is when a ranting homeless dude makes fun of your shoes in a brazen display of contempt for your fashion sense, whereas TOTAL-DETACHMENT is when a homeless dude reading a book about shoes offers a tidbit of enriching information regarding the history of shoes (if he’s asked to do so)…though they may smell similar, these two dudes are worlds apart in how they interface with the phantasmagoria around them: which brings up a vital point regarding the notion of a person ‘going crazy’ whilst trekking along the solitary path of self-examination…that is, a common pitfall for the questing individual is the need to feel unified with the concept of “God”, but when God doesn’t answer his phone the person ‘goes crazy’ by unifying him or herself with their own unconscious mind…this leads to what is commonly referred to as schizophrenia, which then leads to your shoes getting made fun of (sorry, not sure if that made any sense, I must be going crazy!) ■ the lesson here is to not confuse ‘cutoff from the world’ with ‘cutoff from the REAL-FAKE-WORLD’ ■ it can be a long and arduous journey before one reaches this semi-enlightened state, I wish you the best of luck in finding your peace regardless of how detached you are or become…much like accidentally drinking your own piss, this isn’t for everyone ■

REAL-WORLD:

the REAL-WORLD is where planetary tantra goes fractal…y’all!

■ the REAL-WORLD is the imagined world ■ observing the unconditioned mind takes precedent over seeking external answers in the REAL-WORLD ■ reality is malleable within the REAL-WORLD, anything is possible ■ the REAL-WORLD is an exotic plaid waiting room filled with rainbow-faced baboons peering into old-fashioned kaleidoscopes ■ the REAL-WORLD is where the cyclical quality of FLUX is acknowledged and celebrated with spontaneous offerings of balance and humility  ■ it’s the land where religions offer hand-me-down riddles that no one cares to solve ■ the 10 o’clock news nightly-corpse-tallying ritual has been replaced with naked-eye astronomical observations in the REAL-WORLD ■ the REAL-WORLD is the place of imminent blast-offs from launch-pads atop hills within mysterious aromatic playgrounds ■ the REAL-WORLD is 7 billion human hearts beeping in an uncoordinated passage of heart-felt music ■ the REAL-WORLD is where men and women understand they’re one-half of each other and another half of one-another ■ the mantra, ‘what goes around comes around’, provides a perpetual subtext as it traces an infinite loop within the thought-patterns of REAL-WORLD inhabitants who are well-aware that timeless awareness is regulated by spiraling concentric-circles ■ the REAL-WORLD is an unharvested wall of throbbing white-noise waiting to be picked at by the intuitive-tentacles of song-farmers (musicians, duh) ■ 

<a href=”http://youtu.be/7lBEqTPQR9A“>click here for a REAL-WORLD mini-movie</a>

■ the REAL-WORLD is Star Trek ■ pyramids in the REAL-WORLD function as entrances to a vast honeycomb of underground civilizations ■ there are no ‘to-do’ lists in the REAL-WORLD (it’s all already been done) ■ in the REAL-WORLD the indigenous wisdom of plants stimulates conversations amongst trees ■ death is as simple as a 6th-grade physics experiment in the REAL-WORLD ■ the REAL-WORLD is where the persistence of memory collapses under the metaphorical weight of the omnipotent beauty present within the eternal-now…there are no memories in the REAL-WORLD because memories aren’t real (as I’m sitting here revising this, I cannot remember what I was smoking when I wrote the previous sentence, jkomg I don’t smoke…I must’ve been in a great mood that day, who knows, who cares) ■ the REAL-WORLD is the name of a reality television show on MTV that glorifies the lives of cardboard-cutouts within the REAL-FAKE-WORLD ■

CONSCIOUSNESS:

here we briefly are, divided by a concept

■ we’re all divine manifestations of the same underlying reality…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ before you have animals you must have plants…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ sex is the grandaddy of all drugs and people who are ‘in relationships’ are really just drug-buddies…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ fear does not exist, it’s merely entertainment…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ pure knowledge is rooted in the self and can be cultivated upon aligning oneself with the natural laws of MOTHER-EARTH…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ tarot card imagery provides a ‘pause’ or ‘freeze-frame’ option on the VCR playing the tape labeled ‘dream-logic loop’…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ the word ‘aryan’ originally had nothing to do with race or nationality, rather it was a word that defined a person on a spiritual-path who lived a life in harmony with nature – yet more evidence of the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS systematic meddling and eventual destruction of sacred Earth-first concepts…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■  we each have a unique gift that upon sufficient cultivation will contribute to the transformation of humanity…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ timeless awareness…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS can be slain with the sword of pure knowledge…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ people have been trained by the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS to have either an attraction or a repulsion to every-gosh-licking-thing under the sun…CONSCIOUSNESS! (for further proof of this, see Facebook’s ‘Like’ or ‘Dislike’ buttons, or YouTube’s ‘thumbs up’ or ‘thumbs down’ button, I believe there should be a third-button that says ‘INTEGRATE’ because true intellectualism isn’t simply the knowledge of facts, rather it’s the wisdom of understanding how facts relate to one another….beyotch ■

here we see the roots of Facebook’s Machiavellian ‘divide & conquer’ dualism in the form of a newspaper I found from the 1930′s…again, the overall strategy here is to train people to ONLY react with either attraction or aversion to every-slip-sliding-thing under the sun: this particular hoax is part of the bigger scam called ‘democracy’ 

■ the hyper-dimensional nature of sudden-portholes will spawn the universal-mind scientist named Sudden Porthole…CONSCIOUSNESS! (we are scientists!) ■ our true self is not our body, not our thoughts, not the things we say or see, nor is it the things we do…our true self transcends the ‘thinker’ in all of us…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ we create our realities instantaneously as we go, the idea of a physical reality is what our brain manufactures for us in nanoseconds, the mind however is everywhere…including the multiverses…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ I just scored yet another free apple from the lobby of a fancy hotel…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ Stanley Kubrick was murdered by the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS after showing Hollywood executives the unedited version of Eyes Wide Shut…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■ consciousness is eternal, it cannot be created, it cannot be destroyed – not even tupperware can contain it…CONSCIOUSNESS! ■

MOTHER-EARTH:

■ oh so very simple, MOTHER-EARTH is the Mothership that we’re passengers on, she provides us with everything we could ever want or need ■ contrary to what the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS want us to think, MOTHER-EARTH does not need to be raped and controlled ■ 

LIGHT-BODY:

there are no pictures of the LIGHT-BODY, please take this time to exercise your imaginative powers if you wanna 

■ soul ■ you ■ me ■ everyone ■ consciousness ■ animals ■ trees ■ plants ■ essence ■ the divine messenger ■ the traveler ■ the LIGHT-BODY is the true self that’s trapped within the ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEY ■ the LIGHT-BODY embodies the wild nature one must surrender to in order to facilitate the transformation from the slave mindset to the AWESOME mindset ■ the LIGHT-BODY traverses the 33 created layers of the cosmic-egg in hopes of being reunited with divinity (the source) ■ the CUSTODIAL-OVERLORDS have figured out a way to attach the LIGHT-BODY to the ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEY in such a way that we cannot come and go as we please, which sucks ■ upon physical death the LIGHT-BODY sheds the ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEY outfit and either reincarnates in the material realm to continue it’s awareness-training or remains in the ether as a graduated being of light ■ the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS promote the machinations of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD in an attempt to stifle the evolution of your LIGHT-BODY, they want to keep you here so they can have something to fuck with ■

FLUX:

there are no pictures of FLUX, please take this time to exercise your imaginative powers if you wanna

■ moon-time ■ constant change ■ music ■ aboriginal dream-time ■ FLUX is the cleansing mechanism of MOTHER-EARTH ■ FLUX is when a snake eats it’s tail ■ FLUX is the pulsating backdrop of the THE-REAL-WORLD ■ FLUX is the friction that occurs when realms are rubbed together ■ FLUX creates conflict, conflict creates harmony ■ FLUX will provide the space if you provide the time ■ FLUX is patience ■ FLUX is forgiveness ■ the moment something comes together…whether it be a chair, a relationship, a song, a 25-cheese lasagna, is also the moment it begins to fall apart…this is thanks to FLUX ■ like a dog shaking off fleas, FLUX will eventually exterminate the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS ■ bubbles of radiant light percolate skyward from the pool of silent darkness as FLUX does it’s ebbing and flowing ■ and most importantly, FLUX gives birth to movie sequels like the Final Destination series (the only movies of the past decade that I’ve gotten excited for are the ones comprising the Final Destination series…and upon further self-psychoanalysis I’ve realized that the ‘concept’ underlying the stories I wrote as a grade-schooler is the same concept that connects the Final Destination movies…yet more proof that the passage of time is a big fat lie ■

I think I might have some kinda movie-poster fetish…I enjoy decoding them in my spare time which is all the time

APOCALYPSE: 

■ the APOCALYPSE is a natural ‘flushing’ process that has to happen because Mother-Earth is infected with EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS…it’s simply a resetting of the balance to achieve homeostasis ■ like I mentioned in my introduction, APOCALYPSE literally translates to ‘lifting of the veil’, or ‘revelation’…don’t believe me? why oh why do you not believe me? well, for you non-believers here’s the first line of the WIKIPEDIA entry for ‘apocalypse’…from Wiki: An Apocalypse (Greek: ἀποκάλυψις apokálypsis; “lifting of the veil” or “revelation”) is a disclosure of something hidden from the majority of mankind in an era dominated by falsehood and misconception, i.e. the veil to be lifted…end of Wiki ■ the APOCALYPSE will prompt the ALIEN-ROBOT-MONKEY masses to seize the war with themselves and in doing so shake free from the mental-prison that is the EGO-CONSCIOUSNESS, thereby releasing the metaphysical entrapments of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD ■ the APOCALYPSE will set the conditions for a world based on natural law and positive intention ■ here’s a quick little bedtime story I wrote for all you toddlers out there that want to fully grasp the APOCALYPSE concept:

           

            There once was a smiling-happy-boy named Elroy McTrigger. As time went on, Elroy’s age increased and he soon found himself entering high school with a big fat smile on the lower half of his face. The social pressures of high school blindsided Elroy McTrigger, and so he was forced to scramble to figure out how he fit-in with the blob of humanity called ‘peers’. So after watching some MTV one day, Elroy decided to change his name to MC TRIGGER and become a world-famous gangster-rapper…and guess what?!? That’s exactly what he did! 

            MC TRIGGER went on to excite audiences worldwide with the identity he was pressured into creating while existing in the REAL-FAKE-WORLD (ask your parents what the REAL-FAKE-WORLD is). One night after a gangster-iffic concert, MC TRIGGER accidentally choked some unlucky bastard to death in the parking lot; it wasn’t MC TRIGGER’s intention to kill the man, but sadly that’s what happened! And then the police came!

            MC TRIGGER gave tough looking gangster-rapper smiles to the news cameras as he was arrested and taken to jail because he wanted to maintain his identity. Upon checking into jail, the policeman instructed TRIGG to go into the prison shower-room with all his gangster-rapper clothes and jewelry still on. MC TRIGGER did as he was told and waited in the shower-room for the policeman. 

            Some time passed when all of a sudden a policeman appeared with a fire-hose and blasted the living daylights out of MC TRIGGER! Oh boy, water was spurting everywhere! Because the water-stream from the hose was so powerful it ripped all of MC TRIGGERS gangster-rapper clothes and jewelry off of his body and down the drain it all went, never to be seen again (even MC TRIGGER’s gold-teeth went down the drain boys and girls!). 

            The shower-room APOCALYPSE that MC TRIGGER experienced inspired him to change his name back to Elroy McTrigger. Elroy went on to live a happy life in jail where he read countless books on the wonders of mother nature. Then one night he died of bologna-sandwich poisoning…THE END – MORAL OF STORY:  KIDS, don’t be stupid little shits that eventually goto prison for being too cool.

■ many prominent researchers believe the APOCALYPSE is already here and has been here since about 2003; it’s difficult for me to argue with that assertion if one looks to the incredible amount of negativity the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS have been injecting into the conversation in an effort to off-set the positivity associated with a mass awakening ■

my homage to the excellent JOA record “The Gap”: I sent my shadow-self to gather recon of the pending fake-APOCALYPSE and this is what he brought back…I rewarded his hard work by going to sleep and letting him run wild in my dream about gigantic-flying-boats filled with girls that were buoyant in all the right places ; )

TO CONCLUDE NOW:

I’d like to leave you with a series of photos interspersed with quotes from people saying things related to my blob-post…I’m including the quotes to offer some historical context to my particular frame-o-mind, enjoy the schmear….

Huntington Beach Library: imprisoned by walls of memories (stored information), here we see an unfortunate soul buckling under the pressures of competitive money-gathering…the guy on top is happy to step on his fellow-man in the race to see who can obtain the most muffler-less Harley Davidsons

“I have examined all the known superstitions of the world, and I do not find in our particular superstition of Christianity one redeeming feature. They are all alike founded on fables and mythology. Millions of innocent men, women and children, since the introduction of Christianity, have been burnt, tortured, fined and imprisoned. What has been the effect of this coercion? To make one half the world fools and the other half hypocrites; to support roguery and error all over the earth” – President Thomas Jefferson 

“The doctrine of the divinity of Jesus is made a convenient cover for absurdity” – President John Adams

“The clergy converted the simple teachings of Jesus into an engine for enslaving the world and adulterated by artificial constructions into a contrivance to filch wealth and power to themselves…these clergy, in fact, constitute the real Anti-Christ”- President Thomas Jefferson

the abyss strikes back!  the best part about being in Southern California is the fact that at any moment the ocean may decide to swallow you like a vitamin (and for all you ironic street-sign fans, I took this photo in Huntington Beach, CA, aka ‘SURF CITY, USA’ …btw-fyi-omg-lmfao)

“Our government has kept us in a perpetual state of fear…kept us in a continuous stampeded of patriotic fervor with the cry of grave national emergency. Always there has been some terrible monstrous foreign power that was going to gobble us up if we did not blindly rally behind it.” – General Douglas MacArthur, 1957

“While granting that we do not have much direct knowledge of man’s psyche before the beginning of the Neolithic period, there are good reasons to assume that the most primitive men were not characterized by destructiveness or sadism. In fact, the negative qualities that are commonly attributed to human nature become more powerful and wide-spread as civilization developed.” – Erich Fromm from ‘Anatomy of Human Destructiveness’

said the bagel poster to the hungry person, “Allow me to remind you that bagels do indeed exist within these walls”…who can resist the subtle-coaxing of bagel photography? <—–that was my one allotted rhetorical question, please don’t email me the answer (actually go ahead, it’ll be lmfao)

“After Christians had spent years destroying books and libraries, St. John Chrysostom, the pre-eminent Greek Father of the Church, proudly declared, ‘Every trace of the old philosophy and literature of the ancient world has vanished from the face of the earth’…” – Helen Elerbe from ‘The Dark Side of Christian History’

“I have a dream home, two nice cars, three beautiful dogs, but I haven’t enjoyed one part of it. And it was hard to understand why.” – quote from All-Pro wide receiver Brandon Marshall during the ‘coming out’ press conference in which he disclosed his recent diagnosis of BDP, or, ‘borderline personality disorder’, the implication here being that there must be something WRONG with people who don’t enjoy the spoils of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD…might as well add ‘subtle-terrorist’ to the diagnosis because in a roundabout way he’s undermining the preciousness of our American ‘way of life’ 

“Before we choose to merely laugh off the nonsense of the Bible and flippantly or indignantly dismiss the outlandish forgeries and fictions, let us realize that, as preposterous and spurious as most of the content surely is, it was not composed by pathologically impressionable or illiterate men with chronically naive minds. No, in our opinion, the Testaments were commissioned and composed by men of high intelligence for an cozened audience of impressionable, illiterate, and naive men ready to credulously believe the myriad fabulous lies spun by their imperious overlords” – Michael Tsarion from ‘Irish Origins of Civilization, Vol. 1′

giving my imagination time-off is important in my overall daily balancing act…here I’m lazily looking at a picture of  a lawn-maze in lieu of having to imagine one

“Pagan temples were either closed, transformed into Christian shrines or demolished. Their properties were summarily added to the Church’s patrimony. The wealth of sundry religions were mercilessly expropriated, their clergy dismissed or persecuted, when not civilly or even physically obliterated” – Avro Manhattan from ‘Vatican Billions’

what we now call the ‘Jewish star’ was originally a magical sigil that expressed the wonderfully synergistic concept of ‘as above, so below’: notice the tiny swastikas that dot the corners, it’s obvious now that the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS ‘divided and conquered’ the harmony that this universal-symbol once represented by slicing it into 2 opposing fictional factions…the idea being to create a schizoid-population at war with themselves and each other

“It is perfectly possible for a man to be out of prison, and yet not free – to be under no physical captive, compelled to think, feel and act as the representatives of the national state, or of some private interest within the nation, wants him to think, feel and act…The nature of psychological compulsion is such that those who act under constraint remain under the impression that they are acting on their own initiative. The victim of mind-manipulation does not know that he is a victim. To him the walls of his prison are invisible, and he believes himself to be free. That he is not free is apparent only to other people. His servitude is strictly objective.” – Aldous Huxley from Brave New World Revisited

“I will destroy man whom I have created format he face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing, and the fowls of the air; for it repenteth me that I have made them” – Genesis 6:8

between 2 worlds: here we see a man skimming delicately along the crest of the ubiquitous wave that bifurcates our Earth-time for the perverted benefit of a tiny group of psychotic men that enjoy peeping in on our useless devotion to the daily tugs-of-war…this hard-working young man’s goatee and elongated hair are indicative of mankind’s yearning to be free from the shackles of the REAL-FAKE-WORLD (you can also sense a ‘disturbance in the force’ in the way the word FRIDAY is expressively written)

“Beware the leader who bangs the drums of war in order to whip the citizenry into a patriotic fervor, for patriotism is indeed a double-edged sword…it both emboldens the blood just as it narrows the mind. And when the drums of war have reached a fever pitch and the blood boils with hate and the mind has closed, the leader will have no need in seizing the rights of the citizenry. Rather, the citizenry, infused with fear and blinded by patriotism, will offer up all of their rights unto the leader and gladly so. How do I know? For this is what I have done…and I am Caesar!” – Julius Caesar 

“We reproduce catastrophe because we ourselves are traumatized – both as a species and individually, beginning at birth. Because we are wounded, we have put up psychic defense against reality and have become so cut off from direct participation in the multidimensional wilderness in which we are embedded that all we can do is to navigate our way cautiously through a humanly designed day-to-day substitute world of symbols – a world of dollars, minutes, numbers, images and words that are constantly being manipulated to wring the most possible profit from every conceivable circumstance. The body and spirit both rebel.” – David Watson from ‘The Pathology of Civilization’

this is a photo of Saturn’s hexagonal north-pole taken by NASA’s Cassini spacecraft…*insert your favorite stop-sign joke here*

“Patriarchy arose after the threat of invasion, conquest and war. Tribes feared being overtaken and decimated, and therefore, out of necessity, strong male leaders began to replace the female matriarchs. The influence of the Mother Goddess, who had been all powerful during the stone ages, now began to wane. Male deities, gods of war and conquest, were in the ascendant.” – P. Stern from ‘Prehistoric Europe from Stone Age to the Early Greeks’

“In all cases, the arrival of militant armored nomad groups from Central Asia and Arabia initiated cultural transitions which destroyed the male-female and maternal-infant bond, and placed all family matters…in the hands of dominant males. The early peaceful people were either exterminated and replaced by the armored newcomers, or they were enslaved, losing their own cultural identity and legal controls over their land, property and very lives…” – James De Meo from ‘Saharasia’

Huntington Beach Barnes & Noble, summer 2011: here we have a new book written by a well-paid establishment shill that attempts to demonize the members of the so-called ‘Truth Movement’, again, more divide and conquer…it was the establishment that created the Truth Movement in the first place! this smacks of the CIA’s creation of the ‘flower power’ generation (the PSYCHOTIC-LITTLE-BOYS much prefer a nation in strife because it means the citizens will desperately seek guidance and protection from the REAL-FAKE-WORLD)…I highly recommend the work of Josh Reeves when it comes to exposing the phony underground, he hosts his own commercial-free radio show called “The Global Reality”

“Today, America would be outraged if UN troops entered Los Angeles to restore order. Tomorrow they would be grateful! This is especially true if they were told that there was an outside threat from beyond…that threatened our very existence. It is then that all people of the world will plead to deliver them from this evil. When presented with this scenario, individual rights will be willingly relinquished for the guarantee of their well-being granted to them by the World Government.” – Henry Kissinger

“The illegal we do immediately. The unconstitutional takes a little longer.” – Henry Kissinger

“Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same Earth.” – Camus 

THE END FOR REAL FOR NOW

true love always to all my fellow plodders,

Sam Sudden Porthole People Dick Zurick

COMING SOON:

I exit Chicago and begin my journey west, a journey so wrought with bloopers that I figure by writing them down I’ll eventually have anANTI-TRAVEL GUIDE for people considering ‘leaving it all behind’. The inherent value of the aforementioned guide will hopefully be gleaned from my improvised solutions to the problems created by my grandiose ‘pissing-in-the-wind’ display…in other words, I’m just trying to help out a little bit before I die.

a large pile of shit on an Alpaca farm

COMING SOON x 2:

I describe my time working on a New Mexico farm located in the high-desert plains, a time in which my thought-stream split into infinite color while battling large piles of Alpaca shit.

COMING SOON X 3:

I’ll also get into the absolutely insanely fun time I had talking to 7 ‘new friends’ that appeared before me one night before I went to sleep (we hung out for about a week total). In addition to divulging buckets of insight regarding my Earth-mission, these guys made me laugh harder than I’ve ever laughed. Oh boy, just writing this little blurb about them has made me crack up a little bit as I sit here in Starbucks drinking from a cup emblazoned with the commodification of MOTHER-EARTH in the form of a sexy logo.

COMING SOON X 4:

I reveal my diligent research of the similarities between the crystals found in our pineal glands with the crystals found in home-electronics…I’ll also offer some tips on how to meek-by on less than 2 dollars a day…oh wow I’ll also describe how orgasm-dominated relationships have turned us into a world of drug-free drug-addicts…and much much much much much much much much much much much much much much much much much much much mum hckajhg akjdh  MRE MORE – don’t miss it! personages!

Oh one more thing: I ran into Ed Templeton at the Huntington Beach pier the other day, he happens to be my favorite pro-skater/artist dude on the planet…I was sneaky and filmed him while he was in the process of making his art, so if anyone is interested please check it out at my youtube @ youtube.com/peopledick

*BONUS TRACK…my resume! (in case anyone is hiring for a job that I can perform while drifting)

**DOUBLE BONUS: Miley!

what a beautiful smile! 

have a great one! – Sam