Archive | November, 2009

Let’s talk about environment (“I can’t stop raving”)

28 Nov

Yes, soon it’s time for all the politicians in the world to gather at a gathering and talk about the future of the world. Being a very politicly oriented person I have a very important opinion.

It’s time to start saving the world! We have to do something! Don’t you to feel the fear? Yes, we have to co-operate to be more environmentally sound. Sort the thrash, pay more for gas and not using electricity we don’t need. Why won’t somebody think of the children? Look at the children. They are the future and we have to save the world for them.

I myself have done much. I walk instead of taking the car. I don’t watch tv and I eat only what I need. Little things matter the most! On long trips (outside of my head) I commute and I am on every facebook group that thinks the planet Earth is a beautiful place. I don’t write on paper, as I never know what tree was cut to make it. I only flush once after going to the toilet.

I think Wasteful Consumerism is a definite adversary of our environment. For example, habitually purchasing products that are not directly consumed, such as food, or purchasing plastics and items with excessive packaging, contributes to our ever growing land fills. I think a great step towards eco friendliness would being cutting back on such excessive consumerism, either by purchasing used goods or not habitually purchasing wasteful and unnecessary goods. We may lose some convenience but it is worth it!!!

Please help us to save the environment for ourselves and all future generations to enjoy. What have you done?

“My VERY POSITIVE Abortion Experience” (“Karma Police arrest this girl!”)

22 Nov

I saw this video on youtube.com and found it fascinating.

“My VERY POSITIVE Abortion Experience”… I just like the sound of that.

“My VERY POSITIVE Abortion Experience”.

aka: executionize you rights!

It was a sunny day in march. I was singing a song as I went along the road, walking past smiling people and stopping at every window to see what was in store. I was young and happy with all my life in front of me, and just to know that I was going to make sure something else would not have it’s life in front of it made it all the much sunnier, happier and gayer.

The abortion doctor, who was an amateur actor on the side, sang as I entered the Family planning clinic.
“Hello”, he said with a glee and what seemed to be a whimsical little dance. He couldn’t help but smile as I saw it, and I couldn’t help but smile either. This would be the start of a wonderful day, with lots of memories and stories to tell.

The people who was gathered inside his bright coloured waiting room was all ready for a laugh and was eager to meet new people and share their pregnancy stories. Mine was as simple as it was funny. I had been drunk at a party, and this guy came up to me and later came inside me. They all laughed as I played with those words. I even got a huge hug from one of the teenagers as I told it. All was good and right.

One of the stories that was shared that was not as fun, but was a story we all could grow on, came from a shy skinny young girl who sat in the corner. She had escaped from home, since her father was abusive and her mother was a drunk.
“Now there’s an abortion that should have been”, I could remember thinking but still trying to keep a serious face as her story was not suppose to be funny. She had later become a whore and she earned more by having the Johns in her without condoms so she became pregnant at regular basis and had been there many times.

“So you could use a punching card, couldn’t you?”, I said and we all laughed at my funny way at looking at things.
“Yes”, she said, “but I got aids now so I won’t be needing it for very long”

This last part started to provoke me, because I felt that she tried to ruin my VERY POSITIVE Abortion experience with her bleakness. Some people just cant be happy, you know, they have to problematize everything. This woman deserved her misery, I had read so in “the secret”, so I decide to focus on someone else. Someone who looked forward to having it removed.

“Life is to short”, I thought as I stroke my belly “to focus on sad things. I bet my foetus would agree with me” and with that thought I was suddenly back again laughing and dancing with the abortion doctor. People cheering and applauding for me. The sun shone so bright! Everything was fantastic. You get such energy from knowing you are going to get rid of a tumour of troubles. Yes… life, you know… fantastic.

“This is our right, am I right?”, I screamed from the top of my longs as I stood on top of chair. “Abort more!”, I continued and more positive energy entered the room.
“No one is going to take our rights away! NO ONE! GIRL POWER”, I shouted for all to hear. The power of deciding life and death. I was ecstatic. I couldn’t wait for it to be removed. A tingling all over, excitement for what was to come, life… you know… FREEDOM! LOVE!

Finally it was my turn, and I turned to the crowd of happy people and raised my hand for recognition. Love, was the only word to describe this day. Love and the colour green. I would do an art project later where I would make an interruptive dance to celebrate my positive experience while painted green. It’s what an artist do.
The dance would be me having my hands representing the flow of the menstrual falling down, down, washing away the pain and responsibility from the middle-age and instead greeting a brave new world where woman could be free to be a sexual creature to. I would try as an artist to convey the importance of abortion, to tell young people that abortion is an experience that every girl should have. To become a woman is to drink once menstrual flow and to have a positive abortion experience. Bush and other demogogs would never again steal our chance of experience POWER and keep US down. FREEDOM etc.

Oh, such lovely pictures. I wish you could have been there and shared it with me. But I will try to tell you, as best as I can, the sensation of abortion. The doctor took me in to a white room, with pictures of happy adults smiling. No kids in any of them. There was also a picture of a clown who juggled bottles. A real aesthetic experience. He guided me to a cosy chair and I took my seat. He then gave me a shot and a pill. He then looked at the clock and we waited.

Then it came. A power strengthening in my uterine. Then came the flow. The flow of life and death. It was all red of me and the smell of fresh freedom! Love, freedom and power again and again for what would seem like an eternity. I couldn’t describe it as anything but a holy experience of cleansing. A strong cleansing from the blood and the whiteness of the room that I knew had to be stronger than any religious experience.
“This is life”, I thought. “Life is blood flowing, and cunts crying because men had to penetrate them!”

I started to cry because of the beauty and I looked up into the ceiling with look of relief. I can’t describe it better so I have to say it again. It isn’t an orgasm, it’s just a feeling of freedom. Abortion is freedom, love and the colour green. Every girl should have one, to know the feeling. If I ever get pregnant again, I would have another one. And this time I would wait longer, because they say that the feeling get’s stronger to.

The essences of me. A fetus that smokes:)

Everyone is happy as long as the woman is happy


I work hard to have the rights of woman extended, and of course I also work hard for the abortion laws to be more open-minded as I am. This is why I have a project to keep the laws away from our bodies and to make it legal to have abortion until birth. There are scientific facts that state that there is no life until birth, and I work hard to make it so. And when I succeed in this, and I will if you woman will join me, then I will go even further. There are other scientific facts that state that an infants mind is not developed until it’s at least one year of age. I will with woman of the worlds help, fight for woman to have Shaken baby syndrome legalized as a form of abortion to.

So women of the earth, help me to make every girls dream come true and have their own very positive abortion experience. As I like to say; “You are not a free-thinker, unless you think like us” and ain’t that the truth?

Why does anyone hate Rachel Ray? (“…and pretty girls make graves”)

17 Nov

Soo…

I have been surfing the world wide web again. I mainly surf Youtube, Facebook, last.fm, wikipedia and some no’no pages. Other than that I walk around talking to people, I even have some friends (se picture below).

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When I don’t browse the web, I could watch some tv, and sometimes (being unemployed) I can watch some daytime entertainment. On the daytime shows you have the cheap soaps and the talk shows. These shows are probably not meant for me, but beggars can’t be choosers. So I have sometimes watched Oprah, Dr. Phil, Rachel Ray and Ellen.

I hate Oprah and Dr. Phil. They are so awful it should have been illegal. Especially the last one where a… never mind.

The point is; sometimes my three pastimes (internet, friends and tv) cross into each other. I have seen Rachel Ray on tv, and found her to be a happy, whimsical woman that I easily could have dated. She cooks food, my imagination would have taste great, and she has a cheery persona. Yeah, a woman that seems joyful and happy. Who want that when you can have so much more?

I get happy when I watch her (and in smaller doses Ellen). Then some of my friends show a dis taint for her, and suddenly I see brain-dead (I love that word!) teens making fun of her on Youtube. I just don’t get it! Isn’t Rachel Ray the very essence of what any man would want in a woman? She seems stable, happy and can fucking cook!!! Here’s one example of making fun out of her:

When I saw this clip I got goosebumps. That laughter of those two kids went straight to my spine. You know their planing something nasty to feel alive. They could have needed a rachel ray mother… What I saw was a mother smoking crack to forget sucking strangers for crack (the white trash circle) and those two children growing envious of anything reeking of value and thus hating a woman who seems wholesome and nice.

To comfort them; Rachel Ray is probably not that nice. She is acting nicer than she is. But what she represents my dear lost boys is a down to earthiness, a loving motherliness, you probably never experienced and for that I feel sorry for you.

Here’s another Rachel Ray bashing:

Haha, it’s funny because it’s kids mocking someone who does something else than playing Modern Warfare 2 (shooting civilian stage) on their Xboxs or PS3’s and later going on different threads mocking how stupid everyone else is because they like something that they don’t!

IT’S TIME TO TAKE A STAND! Everyone who is tiered of everything having to be EXTREME unite! Let’s all watch rachel ray, and pretend that everything is nice for a change! Let’s stop cutting ourself, tattooing obscenities on our bodies, watching freaks scream nonsense and other vomit unto weed smoking emotionally numb and brain-dead (there’s that word again!) teens and…

Relax...

Relax…

Relax with some family oriented shows. And feel peace. I LOVE RACHEL RAY… I wish real life could be like that.

It’s really not.

I’m trying to find the words without being disrespectful (An epic fail!)

10 Nov

(This blog entry is dedicated to E. Not the drug.)

Akon the squirrel with a new low, HO! I guess he ain’t lonely any more! According to wiki he never was.

The music video sort of reminds me of the last P-A-R-T-Y at my crib. Lots of hos, some clowns and me! Then there were drugs. Lots of drugs. Gots to have them drugs! Them crack-hos won’t do it 4 free, U kno! Weed and Coke and Heroin and Aids. All the ingredients for a perfect gathering.

I love ma pimping life! “A sexy bitch!” Oh yeah Every woman is a sexy bitch after three shots of Whiskey! Fo shizzle! No lie, no fronting, no disrespect. Just a reality check! HO!

I saw this episode of CSI:NY (not a great show, I know, but I saw it non the less) where an occult woman referred to the anti-Christ as the the one who collects souls for the sins of our youth. I think I can see him in this video.

I also find it funny that the explicit video has the censured lyrics. Why is that?
This is a "Don't be a cliché" entry. About individuals in a group working hard to confirm our prejudice.

Videogames are stupid! (“Fitter, happier, more productive, comfortable”),

7 Nov

So now you got this new game called Dragon Age: Origins, right? And I saw a Xbox live segment about it, yes? Where I can get this Golem right? And it can like develop it’s own personality, so when it’s like with dwarfs something happens cuz they forgotten how to make them or something? Which is cool. Then I get to use my sword on stuff and kill things. But do I get a video game that is about clues and thinking? NO! I get Golem who develop personality!!!!Dragon_Age

The point is… Why is every video game in the making so braindeadly dull? Now, there was a time where games was meant to be made for people who liked to think, and not just people who wants to escape from reality. I am not afraid of violence in videogames, I am afraid that every game made from now on will kill our brains with flashy pictures and nonsense.

BUT DID YOU SEE HIS HEAD EXPLODE? Wow! Like BANG SPLUSH. Thats cool. You want to smoke some weed?

I have been looking for a game for a while that is entertaining, stimulating, exciting and do not give me headackes and lots of stress. A game that would not get me unnecessary angry. In other words I look for a game that could be the new Resident Evil 0-3 or Killer7 (the story, not gameplay). So I searched the different discussions around on the web for a game I could like. I thought (and still do) that my genre of choice would be Action-Adventure and there where very few to Xbox360. Something like Monkey Island, but with a little less strange riddle solutions (“A flagg could be used as a skull??? Yes, it is a pirate flag… but still!“), and with an exciting plot.

256px-CondemnedSo someone on the internet recommended Condemned! I read on the cover that I would play an FBI agent who needs to find clues left by a killer! “Wow”, I thought. “I get to be Mulder and Scully. I can play Clarise chasing a murderer. How clever and exciting!” But…
*Bliping* hell! That was not the game I was thinking of at all! Yes, it was scary, but it also made me angry and it contained no real puzzles. It was just another run, run, run shot, explode, jump, jump (in seat) kill, press buttons, press buttons, press, press, aim, die, try again.

Oh, how I remember a funny game called Discworld noir… I LOVE THAT GAME! I could play a detective who did real detective stuff without using guns and running and shooting! I AM SO EFFING TIERED OF GAMES THAT REALLY do ONE THING; TEST HOW FAST I CAN’T HIT BUTTONS!
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There were clues in Discworld Noir. You talked to people and found clues and then the written clues in your diary could be added together to create new clues or solutions.

I am just so tiered of hitting buttons and then dieing and then starting some place earlier and then succeeding and then just not care.

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(Blog update 11/13-2009: I have decided to read a book instead.)
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(Blog update 11/19-2009: There seems to be a kid who feels just the same as I. But he shouldn’t drink milk at the Korova Milk Bar. That milk is bad for you!)