My Little Pony, the Moralist.

My fun is not your fun. My morals are not your morals. My morals still fall on you. I fall on you. My fun is not fun for you. I am not sorry. My good is your good, my God is not your God. If it is not I have my fun. My fun is mine, but it should be yours. We should all have fun. Fun is all we have in common we humans. We are all one aren’t we. But we want all to have the same fun. Some fun. We should all be the same, so we would not have all the problems we do, not understanding each other is not fun in this fun. We want all to laugh at same things in mutual understanding and enjoyment. That is good times, that is good manners, that is how things get made, that is humanity. Slap on the shoulder. Hop around, jump according to my fun. My fun, my fun, my fun, my fun. It is all about my fun.

My gun is not your gun. Break the rules, but don’t break my rules. When you break the rules make sure you do it right. Don’t do it wrong. There are rules for breaking the rules. Rules are not there to be broken but obeyed. They are there for a reason. Can you guess the reasons? I have my gun.

To make something new one thing has to be broken into something else in order it not be the same again.

This is a gun.

Intimate relationship: trying to have some fucking fun.

How many bin Ladens do you make when you kill bin Laden?

(making that money.)

We don’t like those stupid and crazy. We know what is stupid and what is crazy. To eliminate those among us to hold community clean, free, happy, intact and more importantly hygienic and safe. You understand, yes. It is our right as people of God. Chosen ones, choose the ones.

Mother of Madness
Mother of Comfort
Mother of Thieves
Mother of Tears

Mother of Psychosis
Mother of Mercy
Mother of Bread
Mother of Night
Mother of the Lost

Mother of Anti-Social Tendency
Mothers of The Disappeared

Mothers of The Executed
Mothers of Tigers
Mothers of The Lonely
Mothers of Terrorists

Mothers of The Dissidents
Mothers of The Freedom Fighters
Mothers of Strangers
Mother of Suspicion

Mothers of Comfort

Get down on your fucking knees!

Get down on your fucking knees!
The claim that the world is changing incredibly fast.
What is the speed a bullet has? You won’t feel it once it hits your head.
World of agony is too much to take. Don’t speak it out just hear the bang.
That is what we do not tolerate: truth about ourselves, our deeds, our need to enslave, to humiliate.
Things we do not take if they are not for granted.
Preserving prettiness as something innocent playing as contrast to our cruelty, as a value to sell and be covered by. It is truth we should like, but we kill it, because it is not enough. We do not get ahead fast enough honestly. It even sounds too little, too bold to be alive. The one who speaks the truth and is not believed because it is too much to take. Get down on your fucking knees!

This command is about power used, power liked and loved. Power of ruining innocence of someone, ruining possibilities of someone for a life. This gun is an accusation. It is pointed at you. It is my emotional respond to you questioning me, for you to obey me. It is my belief, my religion, my faith and reassuring my righteousness. Me holding my truth, my path in my hand.

Get down on your fucking knees! Now!
Bow your head. Feel my weapon on you. How cold it is against your skin, against your fear, against your life.
Where are you when you are there afraid?
In the dirt below me breathing.
Me above you looking at you with anger. Looking at you like you were nothing, not even a human. Me with possibility and desire of pulling the trigger. Click. It takes one click.

It takes one click.

video-2014

weekend edition

But oh I love a good party!

But oh I love a good party!

Living in fear, living under threat. How long will we take it, because we must? I have considered the US a huge threat on many levels for a long time.

How long can we continue living in a state of some kind of fear? In fear that is a stressful state, so everyday. For our minds and bodies to be in constant fear is very tiring. We become fatigued, ill and burned out. How are we able to protect ourselves and will we eventually? We should be able to protect ourselves, but do we need weapons to do so? What do we need? What is necessary in order to protect what there is to protect? Things one holds dear like life, home and one’s sanity. Fear has become perhaps a familiar companion due to our living in constant existence of internet exposure and the news. Fear as an everyday emotion that keeps one alert in a good way would be a weird idea. If one learns to accept that scare is there for a good reason and not only an uncomfortable state of mind would we be less afraid of the things we fear. Threats we face can be quite massive. Is defense via massive army and war-making a sensible way to avoid and make threats vanish? Logic is very strange nowadays and yes it is a difficult field of thought.

To raise fear is a useful tool of oppression, so it is good to know what to fear and why. To fear the right things is to suspect notorious thoughts behind a smile of a salesman, see behind a glittering image. If we analyse the level of fear society is at it seems as neurotic and paranoid. The more paranoid society gets the more guards and surveillance there is. How mental state of a nation affects minds of its citizens can be said to be quite clear. Correlation is there depending on the authoritarian rule nation in question uses. The more surveillance the more we fear. Fear of losing our privacy, reputation, possibilities in life. Social death, to become an outcast and hated in front of all of society is feared position. Situation of no escape. Environmental and human rights issues begin to make us wonder when the crash is coming closer and more inevitable. Isn’t it rather stupid to act when it is too late?

 It is not a major threat to the residents of the United States and certainly not anything like the existential threats Americans faced in the last century. We, however, have applied the transitive property of terrorism to elevate its status: We have come to see the Islamic State as the new al Qaeda, and al Qaeda, despite being a relatively small organization with limited capabilities, had previously been elevated to the role of America’s new Enemy No. 1, occupying a position once held by a real existential threat, the Soviet Union, which had inherited its root-of-all-evil mantle from the Nazis.” http://www.foreignpolicy.com/articles/2014/11/13/the_biggest_threat_islamic_state_inequality_age_of_fear?utm_source=Sailthru&utm_medium=email&utm_term=Flashpoints&utm_campaign=2014_FlashPoints11%2F13RS

I do not mean to imply that a traumatized nation should forgo a strict accounting of the crimes of the past. One source of deep anger for many Cambodians is that the Khmer Rouge regime ended inconclusively. Only this autumn, nearly 40 years after the fall of the Khmer Rouge, did a United Nations–backed tribunal open hearings on whether its top officials committed genocide;”
http://www.newrepublic.com/article/120144/trauma-genetic-scientists-say-parents-are-passing-ptsd-kids?utm_content=buffer8fce8&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter.com&utm_campaign=buffer

Odd everyday logic of humans. Odd in the sense of no logic in the assumed logic in use. What reason, what sense.

Laughter as a stating gesture of approving and belonging, making a character, a persona who knows fun, who is fun. Sounds of laughter are very typically human. Why we laugh varies from feeling extremely happy to feeling insecure. Sometimes posing position of having the last laugh, ridiculing for being superior over someone, knowing something of someone, something secretive and having contempt for that person who has done something shameful, something you would not dare or would not be stupid enough to do. We laugh because of stupidity, to stupidity, to clever and witty jokes and tales. We laugh if there is nothing to laugh about, but because we feel like it. To laugh too much is kind of stupid. It is more clever to be serious and have a straight face without much expression on. To show emotions on your face is to be vulnerable, to care, to connect. To be vulnerable under attacks of those who see vulnerability as an opportunity to attack and state their clever seriousness, their chance of showing what they are made of. To laugh with a crowd at someone in a mass, because it is good fun. To be different from that crowd endangers any one who does any different gesture from the crowd. What happens to those who step aside, who speak against the cheering crowd? That someone can make a crowd laugh, because she is a comedian or because she is a laughable tart, who deserves to be subjected to hate, ridicule and contempt. There is nothing new in this dynamics of people making a difference. What kind of difference do we want to make and is a mechanical predictable crowd and common mind we want to be?

It is so easy to make fun of other people, to point a finger. How far laughter takes us is important to notice, because it is probably the most important emotional and intellectual expression we make. Power of laughter changes an atmosphere, mindsets and thoughts. Where do we draw the line of ridiculing, bullying and comedy that is there to entertain in the good sense, because life is ridiculous, horrible, unjust, violent, cruel, boring and the same unchanging shit forever? Laughter can be extremely sad. It can be there to hide the sadness. Laughter is more valuable, a gesture of a good guy and characteristics of an acceptable good woman, who is so good and nice company. The difficulty of knowing what is the right reaction and action and what to feel, what to do with sorrow, what to do with joy.

In search of the postmodern triangle.

That this what is is Mathematics or can be understood via Mathematics, but still I am not sure if Mathematics can explain birth of life, give the ultimate formula of life. We are in love of mathematical and logical decision-making, designing and making via technical advancements, praise technological progress. That our lives and bodies are Mathematical is a difficult matter to understand and see, because so much is at chance. Much of what we consist of we do not see, do not understand nor don’t have to pay attention to for it to work. Life happens as a surprise uncontrollably in control of certain physical and biological laws. It is a strange idea that we consist of geometrical facts and is how I see it. Purity of form is what we like to seek in design, purity as absolutely direct and exact is difficult to find by eye in nature, but it is there, almost sterile. Purity of form, construction, concrete and plastic elements manufactured in large-scale. We need chain reactions and evolution, variety to exist and truly make progress. I have come to think of this because of my curiosity towards architecture and how it evolves or how it has stopped evolving. Also how we as biological beings, thinking neurological brains begin to think and evolve in the middle and inside the designs made, in those boxes we must live.

I’m trying to understand the artificial nature of designing buildings. Artificial reasons why they are as they are and the nature of our biology against man-made constructions.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triangle