Samarkand – Poem

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The mezzanine

A half step lean

Out of summerland

Cold hand

Chilled by

Dry water

Thrilled to fly

From cradle to slaughter

Adapt to

The new blue

Amidst the stair

Half lidded

Between fraying hair

What’s needed

Is precious peace

Is precipice

A half step lean

Out of the mezzanine


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Donut Operator – YouTube and Selective Enforcement


Donut Operator is a former police officer turned YouTuber whose recent breakdown of an arrest video was removed by and resulted in a warning from YouTube. The grounds under which the video was removed were: “graphic content”.

The arrest video appears on a number of other channels including mainstream news.

This is a clear case of selective enforcement and part of a wider problem with large platforms.

~ Donut’s Video ~


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Ten Years of Tits and Dragons


Jaded stockbrokers showcase Hobbesian ideas in the style of Marquis De Sade. In short a porno directed by the moody scene kid that just left his Psych 101 class with profound insights into the human condition.


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East Berlin – Another Writing Prompt

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Nothing. Nothing at all. It was reassuring.

Viktor stepped away from the window breathing a sigh of relief.

Max clacked in from the kitchen. The corgi stood in the middle of the floor gazing lopsidedly at his owner.

It was so good that he found the canine Max. Whatever balm he could get from the loss of the dogs namesake was welcome indeed.

The black button eyes reflected the stillness that the silence tossed like a drape over a birdcage.

Viktor felt like a bird. He might be the smartest bird. Or more humbly the best guesser but he was a bird nontheless.

Max had been so certain. Unlike his brother he was afraid of heights. A physical fear that grounded him and tethered his spirit for good and for ill.

Viktor had always been flighty. It was why he’d joined the budding counterculture.

Max on the other hand wanted to change things from inside the party.

It was this logic that led him to follow the evacuation orders. The orders were logical.

But logic was so many buildings spread in brutalist array below the uppermost room of the Leninplatz.

There was no radiation.

“Whether or not this is a lie, it is better not to tempt fate, why would the Soviets abdicated their position here?”

It made sense.

But sense wasn’t truth.

Just like the myriad empty concrete cages outside were not homes.


Another free prompt for anyone to use. The original setting was meant to be in an American city but I couldn’t decide whether to stick with the familiarity of the Southeast or set it in some place like new york. For some reason East Berlin was knocking about my head as a word picture. So I googled it.

I saw a picture of a punk. And I like Einsturzende Neubauten so I went with it.

The theme is dystopian. Originally I was going to do a bit of a scene that hinted at a brother or friend running to the hills to be a survivalist away from the inrigue of a city under stress. But the city isn’t under stress. It is inhabited only by the protoganist and his dog.

Feel free to take this idea and run with it.

As always thanks for reading.

I hope to have more substantial offerings soon.


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Ajar – Free Writing Prompt/Idea

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Rain pattered hynotically against the windsheild. Making it damned difficult to keep my eyes open. Somewhere a million miles away a voice informed me that the door was ajar.

I hate getting out of bed. But she’d turned the shower on and now I had to piss. My lids were so heavy. Too heavy to open. But I figured I knew the bedroom well enough to navigate by feel.

I asked her what she wanted with the damned jar. But she just kept repeating the same question.

I was becoming increasingly alarmed by my inability to will my eyes open.

I swung my left foot over the edge of the bed and found an unfamiliar bit of empty space.

What the hell.

I kept edging my toes down towards the floor. As I flailed in frustration at my failure to gain purchase my body shifted.

My foot hit something wet, soft, and cold. No sooner did this bewildering sensation register then it was replaced by a sharp shooting pain traveling like an electric current up my leg.

I screamed and wretched as a wave of naseau emanated from my gut and up my esophagus.

I needed to get to the toilet.

I tired to raise myself up to my knees. I failed falling face forward into a cold wet carpet whose taste had the faint hint of moss.


I don’t currently have the time to write a full story so I thought I’d paint a bit of a scene and send it on out into the wild as a writing promt.

You are free to use it if you wish. No attributions necessary.

Just be sure to share your story if you decide to make something of it. I’m always on the hunt for fresh reading material. Cheers!


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Teatime, CreepyPasta Love, and Global Warming 2.0


Lot’s of madness brewing so I brewed some tea. Over which I have a bit of a ramble as regards CreepyPasta, and the tragically overshadowed problem of nitrification.

My Favorite CreepyPasta Narrators:

CreepyGhostStories: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnK36WwcJDTEhyS7w3SQntg (CGS is also a prolific writer! Highly recommended.)

NaturesTemper: https://www.youtube.com/user/NaturesTemper (Fantastic voiceactor.)

Dr. Creepen: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCcZ_-5180OBED8NBkZgkRmQ (Great original music and tension builder.)

CreepsMcPasta: https://www.youtube.com/user/CreepsMcPasta (Very pleasant voice and a great eye for stories.)


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The 20’s, The Many Evils of Beans, and Soleimani


It’s the 20’s again! Meaning it’s no longer hipstery to wear fanciful hats. Where’s my flatcap?

The Pythagoreans thought consuming beans an evil. I think this idea of sin and many ideas of sin in general, as well as the whole drive to mysticism via asceticism has to do with homeostasis. I expand on this via fart jokes.

I also give a few impressions of the Suleimani situation due to all the ethical ramifications it, and the region, presents.


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Held – An Essay

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“Though there are many varieties of the view discussed. Utilitarianism is generally held to be the view that the morally right action is the action that produces the most good. “

The History of Utilitarianism | The Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy


Held.

Something is held.

This holding is seperate from perceiving.

It is removed from direct observation.

Removed from the things that sight delivers to consciousness.

When something is held.

That thing becomes a book.

A book bound by the scope of its subject and the alphabet used to assemble it.

A book very much like the literal thing.

This metaphysical volume is imprinted on the synapses of those who hold it.

So it is that we have spent all ages trading books.


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Philosophical Doodles – Musings on the Virtue Signal

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Ethics is the philosophy of morals. It is a discipline that everyone should master. A discipline whose mastery matters now more than ever.

It is so vastly important that the world depends upon it.

If you just asked yourself, “well Whaddaya mean by world?” Then congratulations you’ve engaged in philosophy. You’ve done so by delving into the realm of one of its chief concerns, namely, scope.

It is in this way, by degrees, that we will stop falling into the trap of mere moral preening and actually get about the business of morality.

Morality here is not meant in any schoolmarmish or religious sense. Nor is it meant in a purely practical sense. Morality is more like an imperative towards truth. That of a very particular truth. That truth being consistency, a very particular consistency, the consistency of good.

At this point, we come to perhaps the oldest philosophical question. What is good?

That is beyond the scope of this essay. It is perhaps even beyond the scope of human reason. But we do philosophy precisely for the purpose of transcending human reason. This is done iteratively throughout the ages in erratic fits and starts. But it is done.

And it must continue to be done.

This is because moral conundrums persist as moral conundrums evolve. If we continue to hunt them with the same spears and snares we may end up starving.

There is ample evidence of modern moral starvation.

For instance, virtue signaling is a modern plague. And it must be eradicated.

But to eradicate it one must be familiar with its etiology and when one is thus acquainted he finds that it’s not a modern plague at all. He finds this and another curious truth. The very people decrying virtue signaling are themselves, virtue signallers. Virtue signallers who signal their virtue by decrying virtue signaling.

How so? Because theirs is a folk ethic. Not necessarily via any sort of philosophical ignorance. No. But rather via its toe-dipping malaise.

What is meant by the virtue signal is a behavior. It is a form of preening with all the evolutionary bric-a-brac in tow. One wishes to be seen in the best light possible. As the healthiest, strongest, and most conscientious member of a social species. And thus they display the feathers they think will win approval. They trumpet the things that sound virtuous. Doing so without any investigation and merely for the thrill of grooming.

Doubtless, such a limbic behavior is nothing new. Doubly doubtless that it is limited to the proponents of a particular ideology.

How curious then that the label of virtue signaller is most vociferously ascribed to a very particular sort of person. The sort of person who is very likely a lefty and very likely consciously or not an adherent of postmodernism and is either in whole or part relativistic in their ethical outlook.

Do these people virtue signal? Granted that they are hominids…doubtless.

Do they virtue signal more than others, or more precisely is the virtue signal more intrinsic to their school of thought than to others? These questions of scope and definition are also beyond the problem domain of this essay.

What is pertinent here is that those that levy these allegations not only trumpet their own moral positions with giddy abandon but have devalued a time-honored survival strategy.

This essay began with the bold claim that the fate of the world depends on eImage result for dr strangelovethics.

Since one of the most influential species in the world is a very peculiar sort of hominid. The only sort that can post philosophical doodles to their blogs, then it follows that homo blogious, whose cousins have prehensile digits perched alarming close to triggers for nuclear armageddon learn to get along.

Such learning will not be achieved by ignoring the nature of humanity.

It will come by understanding the mechanisms that make us tick. And how such deeply ingrained limbic processes still continue to influence those of us most fastidiously on guard against them.

This is not to say that one shouldn’t call out empty gestures or hypocrisy. Rather it is to encourage us all to take a closer look at our own views and the views of our opponents.

In so doing we will find that virtue signaling is inescapable.

So perhaps the solution is not to eradicate virtue signaling. Just like castration is not a remedy for promiscuity. So is the excising of a major organ of memetic reproduction not a remedy for moral masturbation.

Since, like sexual reproduction, the virtue signal is inevitable; perhaps, instead of being puritanical we should learn, as we have with all other base impulses – to be civilized about it.


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Reaching for Content in the Spirit of Walt

 


I was actually really set to record some music that I thought would be decent. But then I got muscle spasms/cramps in my arms because I am a girly man and will never be governer of California. So instead I did a shitty guitar jam with my crampy arms and then had a go at Jack Bickham’s 38 Common Fiction Writing Mistakes.

Interestingly enough as I was clicking around my tabs this article showed up:

https://getpocket.com/explore/item/how-to-keep-criticism-from-sinking-your-confidence-walt-whitman-and-the-discipline-of-creative-self?utm_source=pocket-newtab

I haven’t read it yet but I’m fairly certain from the volumes in my ex-girlfriends house that Walt Whitman is the cunt who wrote Blades of Grass and punched his editors. I was going to invoke him as the sort of person who wouldn’t give a damn about 38 most common anythings. But temper it by saying O come on, you can’t just shit out whatever you want…

And then I shat out whatever I wanted.

So hail Bacchus and Hail Whitman.

Cheers!


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