As heart of a waitress, but in air. As a take-off, landing, a journey anywhere, like an ad. Heart of a passenger with a mission of moving ahead going somewhere and coming back, a plan to leave. An experience, something that is more fun, enjoyable, would be enjoyable to remember. It is a beat, a calling, a seduction, a vacation, a job, moving of a body and mind. It takes a lot to make that beating of a heart as it continues, on and on, and why the muscle hits with the rhythm of the same, with pace of similar but individual. We recognize it and think we know it. Beat of choosing, pushing the button of a destination on computer screen. Palm trees and going there, arriving there, exploring it there, learning it. Having a good time there.
Heart as warmth, a symbol of love and strength, a warm bloody gushy sounding organ inside her makes you vomit, it is so profoundly familiar and too close, kindness and hospitality, a smile on her and the blood. For passengers to ask for help, to place trust upon as you paid for it, someone to count on to bring a blanket. Moving on with a cart with drinks and snacks. Sitting down to rest her feet. Hearts of many air hostesses moving back and forth on passages in the air to take care of passengers.
women
Body of contempt
Patterns and ideas of how feminine is let to reveal and live itself can be and are hugely regulated and calculated, and seen as the self-evident part of modern society. Body is weak and needs to be fed. Women are weak therefore they must be taught to obtain strength via obedience and observing their behavior closely. Strength via the feminine role of fragile, acceptance of one’s fragility and humble place of evil weak sex as written and eternal truth. We are compelled to control bodies with looks, with upbringing, with clothes, with comparison, with contempt and degrading. Patterns of making it to be successful within rules of the game in which we are meat and food for those who are hungry is a weird masochistic necessity. Feminine is as is the act of sex and idea of gender manipulated as too dangerous to be anything else than the few good things they are for. Made for, designed for. Too wild for them to be as they might become to be, dangerous for such obscene to be let loose, too dangerous to acknowledge aloud.
Damaging sexuality, sexuality as damaged is as a rotten idea. A rotten view into humanity and the angles in use now are prohibiting us to be as we are. For sexuality to be manifested as the most important part of humanity is precarious and laughable, shameful and hideous. Knowing the danger is acknowledging the importance. Exploitation of body, especially young attractive body is seen as a right as we do it via images. How do we know exploitation from everyday usage. Can they be separated. Isn’t accepted exploitation everyday practice. There are degrees of severe and we are beyond severe to understand where the limits go. There are degrees of right and wrong, which we must know and act upon. To give body to be exploited is seen as a heroic act, and that there will always be a new body to replace that worn out one is to show and use the constant hunger and demand. Delivery and supply exist because hunger exists. As a circle of inevitable, that there is nothing we can do about it, because there is a continuous desire, misery and lust for body, which cannot be helped. An eye that wants to watch.
The women who defend men.
Surely they’ll get glorified after having sensed the need to be on side of men against feminists who are nothing but bald and angry nuisance. Bald and ugly, ugly and bald lesbians. I must thank those women who fiercely stand for equality against the threat of feminism. Just as the threat of communism that there once was feminism is at the root of whining, negative femininity that places blame on men unjustly. Men are to be defended as they are defenseless and vulnerable, at the mercy of female judgment, abandonment and cruelty. Men who need support, gentleness and kindness of women, sheer soft obedient femininity, a wife and a mother.
I personally want to thank women in Hollywood and in any American entertainment business for making equality happen. You truly are doing it fuckers.
”Hayek is, to put it politely, confused. Someone should explain to her that feminism is all about wanting equality. That, arguably, to divorce feminism from equality is like shaking an egg and trying to separate the yolk from the white afterwards.”
http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2014/nov/09/why-women-wont-say-they-are-feminists?CMP=twt_gu
I welcome every attack against the fashion industry and its ideals.
Vanity. Beauty. Death. About us. Style of ours tell for those who are observing a tale. Those who pay attention to our paying attention. Our interest to give an outer message without saying a word. Telling of our values to those who are interested in making an opinion, opinionated image of a person to go for, stick to or discard, an identity to like or not. It can be pretty extreme, fascist and casting a curse. How we dress, for what, for who. What are we saying via fashion is quite much and still not that interesting. Protection can be so secondary, but survival is an acute need, to please and find similar kinds. What we want to look like, that there is a message on us, much telling instantly to approve or not. Fashion is the extra layer in clothing and accessories called the personal touch, attitude, wealth, personal choice of appearance, ideology via ownership fashion owning a person. Thinking of possessing a style, someone, wearing a style to belong, a set of ideas to stand for. Being a master of style stands for what, why master style? How personal are we nowadays is matter of an opinion, but we need to stay warm. There is out of fashion, there are the in things, fabulousness, expensiveness, costly in many ways like gold, sex and youth in glitter (but do we care, because the attitude is not to give a fuck, clicky clack). Sound, smell, instant flash of couple of seconds in which we decide whether we like or not. What we think, think, think, think. We like, like, like, like. What kind of thoughts are there to like.
To rule, to dictate, to own, to stand for. What stands out?
We do not want to express banality but luxury, sexiness, gender, affording a way of life and having age, youthfulness. That is what we choose thinking we are extraordinary with good taste, affording the taste with luring alive sexuality, position and stylishness to belong to. Style stands for knowledgeable in some ways, up to a point. Those up to date people who follow their time in context of constantly changing image of what is good to be and how to live in speed. Spending and consuming in a fast train to live a little. It’s a party. Making money, spending resources, being free to do so, having time and taking over space. How much fashion and trends represents personality, time, desires, how much people, who choose trends represent people wearing those trends, those buying trends. Superhero trendsetter choose how to look, what to represent. The chosen men and women with magic to give.
What is there to represent. If models would be average street walkers fashion would be very different not in an uninteresting way. Average is not what most want to be, but original. It is the average street-walker who spend and follow. Outstanding is cool. What is cheap? To stand out like nobody else or go with the crowd. Body shape and size dictate a lot in forms and shapes of clothes and how things look on human figure. Fashion is a necessity for us to feel good about ourselves, to express ourselves, but we can get obsessed and fucked up as we pay a lot of attention to appearance. It is not pointless nor useless. It is not useless to criticize fashion industry. Looking ab fab is rotten, a slippery road to break our backbone. It is not unimportant how clothes are manufactured, what they are made of and how we choose the clothes we wear. How we exclude and include, forget and do not see.
VIDEO: The A.R.T. of Engagement Begins With the Customer Experience http://www.clickz.com/clickz/news/2380055/video-the-art-of-engagement-begins-with-the-customer-experience
- bonkersdom – ”CLC” (that’s ”Courtney Love Cobain”) travels the world, texting and tweeting her barely lucid missives from the frontline of fashion, fabulousness and utter bonkersdom.
Defining evil is what we must do in order to
Evil is original. It is plain and everyday. We like to deny it. It is a natural hunt and kill. It is to eat and to be eaten nonstop. It is competition and survival. Evil is what we fear. It is fear of being caught, exposed, forgotten, enslaved, fear of disappearance, of not finding meaning and love. Hate is evil, hate is our most cherished weapons. Hate is our strength. To be able to hate is to find a side. Evil as a being able to possess us, take our souls, own our spirits and in that way guide us. Evil manipulates, destroys, knows no loyalty, no respect, no love, compassion, forgiveness nor kindness. Evil is what we cannot be in order to be part of functioning society, in order to be parts of the good that is known. To hate evil is accepted and that hate is accepted to show. Decency of hate is where everyday evil lives. Justifying decency of hate, justified decency, justified anger. It is good to know what to fear and what to hate. It is good that we are known as we create ourselves to be known. Things we are afraid to do and be because our desires must not guide us. Desires are evil, knowledge is also evil. Still destruction is inevitable, despite all the rules. Still evil is what we go for, live for and want to taste, present as us and stand for. We are still living in an evil world creating it.
Evil is something not possible to remove because it is in us. It is not separate from us therefore we need punishment and rules, following of the rules, faith in the rules. In order to place ourselves into position of righteous people we must know what is evil and how to control it. Knowing who are evil is important, because it is not me, it is not us. It is them who cannot control themselves. This could be seen as ordinary mainstream view and relationship to evil that traditionally is passed forward. It is outside and far away. We are numbed by evil still horrified, us reaching out for good, sunny salvation. We the desperate who cannot help ourselves, in need of help, acceptance and love. Evil is reaching out for us nevertheless. Evil is also something empowering and can be justified, it can be defended, we must defend ourselves. Evil can be an adored quality in a person who shows his/her bad side with no shame without hurt. That person placing herself/himself as in control of holding both good and bad playfully stating human dichotomy and contradiction. Revealing the public in public revealing herself/himself. Stating our constant battle, our fear.
Evil is malaise, corrupt, sinister, our eyes closed, nothing done, nothing that can be done. It is someone purely bad to the bone to be pushed away, someone that cannot be cured. Person realizing one’s basic instinct disregarding instructions of what is considered as sensible behavior. She the sex the irrational, insane, fallen female, tormented. Someone following his/her animal instincts, the predatory nature of his/hers. Something that cannot be helped, instinct, act and character that should be escaped, demolished and shut out, silenced. We should be able to protect ourselves from evil, from temptations, from the unknown that could hurt and take us into abyss of contempt. Into hole of un- and, non-, disrespected sub-humanity.
Evil is a thought, a deed, series of deeds, continuous body of evil deeds. Human body is evil. It desires, falls, decays, dies, is erotic, is sexual. It has to be punished, because it wants, to which mind is attached. Body is secondary animal under control of humanity, nature and divinity. Evil must be bound as must body be closed, covered, hid, tortured, kept, figured, molded. It is never good enough. It is never pure. Body that is difficult to control is imperfect. Control and work make perfection, a way to perfected and primal. Body is mortal, lustful, sinful. Body distracts our minds, our faith in good, body fails. Body leads us to uncontrollable bad, ecstasy, joy, intercourse, shame and sex. Evil has all the control as it grows. Evil does not control its need to do whatever it desires. Evil is a personification, a someone, a killer, abuser, tempter, seducer, a criminal. A prostitute is working evil, a willing abuse, sell off. Working for evil because she/he cannot escape the dream of being desired, using one’s body to survive via sex. Giving power to the evil distracting and luring, looking for customers.
To know wrong and right is dynamics of belonging to a group and finding a hierarchy, distinction between good and bad, finding identity and way in life. Solidity, collectivity, a collective working mind, agreeable same mind. Sometimes bad is accepted if it results good. It is knowing the rules, breaking them knowingly. Right and wrong, right and left, opposites to be able to play the game of civilization that punishes for bad and encourages good behavior, good for society’s need. Good is to fill in the need for good, what good is, the filling goodness fills, makes better and heals. To know and believe in the given rules, to behave, act upon them, to please, be able to punish those who break the rules, legislation, written and unwritten. Strictness and discipline finding justice and peace. To make distinction in between even though equality is what we seek, hold on to, to be able to see what is good and not, be able to forgive, let go, not hold against, make redemption happen meaning life is not black and white. That we are not the only legislators in the universe. That to be human is profoundly and basically good if we wish and yet impossible. We do not have the ultimate power over anyone, over life of anyone not even over lives of ours.
Even if it was me, my bad which is almost good compared to yours. It should not be too difficult to define and know what is evil. Evil is lurking, breathing, living and doing it’s thing all the time. We like to paint black the unfaithful, the ungodly, those who are born bad with hint of evil between their legs. A whispering beast in the dark we don’t want to meet, see, touch nor listen. We don’t want to believe in evil. To believe it exists or what the animal is saying, how it manifests itself, because it is as an entity around us. We, as us choose it to be, choose us to be. We either possess bad qualities, fight them, struggle and know evil due to what we believe in and want to be, what we have seen, have learned, have witnessed to know, what we run from. Evil is what we choose not to do and say… We choose to stay on the side of light, good, good the accepted truth, honest side of not harming nor hurting. Evil is how we choose not to treat each other. Evil is in how we perceive our meaning, meaning of humanity, what we are suppose to do in this life we are given, life we accept and call ours. Evil is up to us. We know it is wrong to take a life. Murder is the most heaviest of sins, so I don’t understand why anything justifies murder. Sin as a concept and a hammering hand is biblical moral code strongly in use in politics. Biblical evil the horrendous we are soaked in. Away, away, hide away from it in denial.
Illusion of superiority, to live an illusion
We like to sink in illusion, believe in it as it is the perfected truth, another kind of reality. Illusion is so beautiful and it can be bought. Illusion makes one beautiful in the illusion and for those others who live the same image. Out of many reasons we like to remain in the state of oblivion. Laziness of mind, ease of it, of not paying attention, making an effort, not knowing that illusion is an illusion, not wanting to know, unwillingness to believe there is something wrong, that something else would be better and truer. Sink in imagined perfection that is fed for us via images as someone kind, perfect and gentle is telling us how and why this is what we should want, this is what everybody should be like, an idea of ourselves, and what we are supposed to be, where we are supposed to be. What we are is born out of comparison. Not making a distinction between illusion, because that is dangerous. I do not exist without that other, without dreaming. I have to belong with others to exist as human and be with a group of similar kinds with the same illusion.
Idea of a person, of me, you, persons that are born out of spoken words, adults, adulthood, proper and improper images, advertising, movies, liking, disliking and mutual understanding of what superiority is, what is good, what is perfection, what is there to achieve for us as sexes, origins, places and individuals as a group. What we are supposed to be is a collective understanding, a result of collective comprehension and we must understand and discard anything that breaks, anything that disturbs, anything that we cannot understand. Because we are unable to repair. We are scared of that moment of being broken inside, being separated. Of having to face that person who is needy and weak. Who says things that you do not want to hear, you say you do not understand. That person is crazy, that person is anything you are not.
So what is the illusion here, one might ask. What is the superior and seemingly perfect should be always questioned. We compare, but we do not necessarily use the information found via comparison to evolve, but we use it to compete and win in jealous gaming and to make division building barriers, not connections.
The essence of evil
You don’t have to be a monster or a madman to dehumanise others. You just have to be an ordinary human being
”To appreciate how effortlessly we bisect the world into outward appearance and inner reality, one need only consider cinematic portrayals of vampires. Under most circumstances, vampires are indistinguishable from genuine human beings. You might strike up a conversation with one in a bar without having any suspicions at all, until the moment she sinks her fangs into your throat. ” http://aeon.co/magazine/society/how-does-dehumanisation-work/
When all one can do is to create. That is quite much, the urge to create, have an idea and act upon it despite whether the urge is melancholy or not, despite the pressure there may be, despite does someone else like it or not.
Her hers, into her, out of her
This is her hand, this is her other hand, this is her arm
this is her index finger, look where she is pointing at
this is her hands in the air, what things are in her hands
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