True Words Of Wisdom

"I smoke. If this bothers anyone, I suggest you look around at the world in which we live and shut your fuckin' mouth."

"Your denial is beneath you, and thanks to the use of hallucinogenic drugs, I see through you."

"Watching television is like taking black spray paint to your third eye."

"If you don't believe drugs have done good things for us, then go home and burn all your records, all your tapes, and all your CDs because every one of those artists who have made brilliant music and enhanced your lives? REAL fucking high on drugs."

"The musicians today who don't do drugs and in fact speak out against it? "Rock Against Drugs?" BOY do they suck."

"Children are smarter than any of us. Know how I know that? I don't know one child with a full time job and children."

"We gotta come to some new ideas about life folks ok? I'm not being blase about abortion, it might be a real issue, it might not, doesn't matter to me. What matters is that if you believe in the sanctity of life then you believe it for life of all ages. That's what I hate about this child-worship syndrome going on. "Save the children! They're killing children! How many children were at Waco? They're killing children!" What does that mean? They reach a certain age and they're off your fucking love-list? Fuck your children, if that's the way you think then fuck you too. You either love all people of all ages or you shut the fuck up."

"Christianity has a built-in defense system: anything that questions a belief, no matter how logical the argument is, is the work of Satan by the very fact that it makes you question a belief. It's a very interesting defense mechanism and the only way to get by it -- and believe me, I was raised Southern Baptist -- is to take massive amounts of mushrooms, sit in a field, and just go, "Show me.""

"It's just a ride and we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money, a choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your door, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one."

"We are the facilitators of our own creative evolution."

"The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question: "Is this real, or is this just a ride?" And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, "Hey, don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride." And we kill those people."

"I'm gonna share with you a vision that I had, cause I love you. And you feel it. You know all that money we spend on nuclear weapons and defense each year, trillions of dollars, correct? Instead -- just play with this -- if we spent that money feeding and clothing the poor of the world -- and it would pay for it many times over, not one human being excluded -- we can explore space together, both inner and outer, forever in peace. Thank you very much. You've been great, I hope you enjoyed it."

-Bill Hicks-

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Experimental Nazi Zombies...

I found the following on The Daily Beard's "Ask Daily" section...Needless to say, I got a huge kick out of it.

Dear Daily


I have a serious issue that I would like to try to understand yet don’t know where to start. Why is it that nobody accepts MySpace comments of mine with pictures of disgusting and repulsive autopsies? I don’t understand why people don't like me for it. Whenever I try to leave an autopsy comment, it always gets deleted. I, as a zombie, feel personally offended by this and feel its a discrimination issue and a hideous violation of zombie rights. When are people going to give zombies a chance to express themselves?!!?


Please help and cheers,

-ENZ


Dear Experimental Nazi Zombies,


Cheers. I am sorry that you are suffering. And thank you for your frank thoughts regarding one of my pet issues: "The insensitivity of the in-crowd."

Experimental, have you ever heard the expression "You are like a diamond in the rough?" And have you ever thought about how subtly demeaning it actually is? Without careful examination, one might make the mistake of mistaking this cliché for a compliment.

The phrase "in the rough," could be considered particularly belittling for you, Experimental, as you are made wholly of decaying dead flesh.

Whensoever you are forced to face the wooden faces of the "in-crowd," now and heretofore evermore you will probably spark a premonition of their own unavoidable future-demise. Despite your efforts to shine, you will always seem like "the rough," before their eyes with little hope of ever gaining in lustre, sparkle or even flicker. It's best to come to terms with this in your own fashion and sooner than later, My Dear Zombie.

Don't mistake my meaning! You are not without great value or great beauty; quite the contrary. People are people, and a diamond may be a girl's best friend, but "You can't cook on it!" the prophets have already observed.

I have always preferred loaves of fresh bread to these so-called precious stones.


I am not trying to talk you out of your pain, Zombie. It may always hurt you when others say that your horrific visage is too ugly for them to keep company with, But is it that your visage is too hideous for them to bear Zombie, or simply too beautiful?

In my experience, "the in-group," rejects someone like you because of Raw Fear and nothing else. But truth be told, their fear has nothing to do with you. They only run and hide due to the the many less-than-tasteful facets of their being that you reflect to them simply by being true to your essential nature.


There are many aspects to a truly beautiful person, Zombie. And to be certain, you embody more than a few of them. Your sensitivity, intelligence, forthrightness, your willingness to be vulnerable are all ample proofs that you are indeed worthy of the moniker: Raw Beauty.

--And just because a thing is rare, does not make it valuable.

What if we could change the “diamond in the rough,” metaphor to “You are like a loaf of bread covered by a touch of mold.”

So what. When baby goes hungry, foodstuffs are ALWAYS more valuable than other people’s opinions. And anyway what do zombies eat? Other people’s brains.

I would use this to my advantage if I were you, Experimental. Next time one of these insensitive clods decides to reject you on the basis of your appearance or the way that you express yourself, I suggest this: --Crash their exclusive-party like you were the guest-of-honor, ignore their behavior, peel back their skull-caps and immediately begin eating their brains like so many delicious trays of cocktail wieners. That will more than likely give you the understanding that you seek.


Compassionately,


-Daily Beard

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As of the 28th of February...this Blog was a year old. An entire year of thoughts, mood-swings, and rants. Cool huh? Anyways, before I get all teary-eyed and nostalgic and wreck my keyboard with Saline solution....let's get on with this month's Byline.

Oh, to be anxious, restless and innocent under the midnight moon. Cool shapes in outer space provide all the mystery necessary to those without want.

Sometimes you need to set off on a lunar cooling. Get your graff on and go. I know.

Acting on emotion has its own logic. Scrambling up the math keeps it locked down in craft. Science and voodoo art cast their own spells.

Trying to return to your genuine voice is as odyssean as it gets. If you're any good at all (at anything) you know you can be better. And you're not growing if you don't feel awkward.

I can't contemplate the pleasures and luxury of making a decision without having my back against a wall. Modern society doesn't let one be, it forces one's hand.

Battles being built to lose line up. Long Tails of tolerance dot the tactics but the strategy is up in the stratosphere. Some parties pledge that confrontation allows you to call winners when you're nowhere near the bullets and flames.

But then some artist from the 1980s hits you. That high dose delivered quickly that overwhelms the senses. Setting it off.

And this character creates dialogue. Thinking.

There's gotta be a better way than smoking dope out of cherry coke cans and listening to alt takes of Charlie Parker like an art student devouring Leonardo sketches. So long ago but the outline hasn't quite faded.

It's easy to come up with something like that when you decide everyone deserves to dream in dayglo colors. Or we all should be entitled to.

Populist sources say the convictions of your heart and the actual contents of your thoughts are less important in guiding your actions than the immediate context of your behavior.

I don't know what the right answer is. But I'll check Wikipedia then check back with you.

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