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Blandly Titled Industrial Society And Its Future
Me, Myself, and I
Oh, please, this is what I can give
What else do you need from me?
I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces
So, whatever this is, this thing that now I've become,
you hate it so much, you keep on running from it
No matter the distance, no matter how,
no matter how far

Ted Kaczynski
Unabomber Manifesto
Please Read.
en.wikisource.org/wiki/Indust
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Anyone who has a little money can have something printed, or can distribute it on the Internet or in some such way, but what he has to say will be swamped by the vast volume of material put out by the media, hence it will have no practical effect. To make an impression on society with words is therefore almost impossible for most individuals and small groups. Take us (FC) for example. If we had never done anything violent and had submitted the present writings to a publisher, they probably would not have been accepted. If they had been accepted and published, they probably would not have attracted many readers, because it's more fun to watch the entertainment put out by the media than to read a sober essay. Even if these writings had had many readers, most of these readers would soon have forgotten what they had read as their minds were flooded by the mass of material to which the media expose them.
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In order to get our message before the public with some chance of making a lasting impression
We've had to kill people.
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  • Rope Ends.

    She is still young...

    Another day of emptiness
    This life is wearing her down
    The room around her is a mess
    Her children safe with her mom
    She is still young but feeling old
    Two children with different fathers
    She sits on the bathroom floor alone
    The shower chain broke
    Her neck hurts
    Then another night of emptiness to wear her down
    Naked to the world she wraps her sadness in a gown
    Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with glassy eyes
    Choosing carefully among her husband's business ties
    "Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties
    Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes
    But life holds her hand, refusing to let go
    Leaving her breathing on the floor
    They're still asleep don't hear her cry
    And she's still obsessed with rope ends
    This time she picks a stronger tie
    With Winnie the Pooh and friends
    She is still young but feeling old
    A child dying to be a mother
    Now she hangs from the ceiling all alone
    All pressure is falling from her
    Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief
    Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief
    She has learnt all that there is to know about hopelessness
    Seeing that no effort in this world can stand her test
    "Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties
    Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes
    And Winnie is strong, would never let her fall
    Prevents her from breathing till she's not there at all
    But life holds her hands, refusing to let go
    Leaving her breathing on the floor
    Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief
    Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief
    She has learnt all that there is to know about helplessness
    Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her stress
    Helpless she lies in rope ends and undies
    Unseeing eyes fixating Eeyore's smile
    "Over!" she cries as she's going unblind
    Still in this life
    Still in this troubled mind
    The ceiling let go, the old house let her fall
    Dropping her breathing to the hard cold floor
    Hitting her head - a broken china soul
    Red stains on porcelain and she's not there at all
    Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk ties
    Beautiful eyes Piglet stands shy behind
    Broken she lies undead and unblind
    Beautiful life
    Beautiful crying young eyes
    Blackened and bruised, learning how to see
    Staring at her tooth - crimsoned ivory
    Hours they pass this broken china soul
    Red stains on porcelain
    And she's not there at all...

    0 Comments 160 weeks

  • This Is A Letter From God To Man.......

    Hey There, how, how’s it going?
    Long time no see.
    I know I haven’t been around much lately
    But…it didn’t seem like you wanted me to be
    The last time I sent down a message you nailed it to the cross
    So I figured I’d just leave you to it, let you be your own boss

    But I’ve been keeping an eye on you, I have, and it’s amazing how you’ve grown.
    With your technological advances and the problems you’ve overthrown,
    And all the beautiful art you’ve created with such grace and such finesse,
    But I admit there are a few things I’m afraid have impressed me less.

    So I’m writing to apologize for all the horrors committed in my name,
    Although that was never what I intended, I feel I should take my share of the blame.
    All the good I tried to do was corrupted when all the religion got into full swing,
    What I thought were quite clear messages were taken to unusual extremes.
    My teachings taken out of context to meet the agendas of others,
    Interpretations taken to many different ways and hidden meanings discovered

    Religion became a tool, for the weak to control the strong
    With all these new morals and ethics, survival of the fittest was gone
    No longer could the biggest man simply take whatever he needed
    ‘cause damnation was the price if certain rules were not heeded

    Some of the deeds committed in my name just made me wonder were I went wrong.
    Back at the start when I created this, the foundation seemed so strong.
    See all the elements were already here, long before I began, I just kind of put it all together
    I didn’t really think out a long-term plan.

    I made the sun an appropriate distance and laid the stars across the sky
    So you could navigate the globe or simply watch the sun rise
    I covered the earth with plants and fruits,
    Some for sustenance and some for beauty
    I made the sun shine and the clouds rain so their maintenance wasn’t your duty
    I tried to give each creature its own attributes without making them enveloped
    I gave you all you all your own space to grow and in your own way space to develop

    I didn’t know such development would cause rifts and jealousy
    Cause you to war against each other and leave marks on this planet indelibly
    You see, I wasn’t really the creater, I was just the curator of nature
    I want to get something straight with homosexuals right now: I don’t hate ya
    I was a simple being that happened to be the first to wield such powers
    I just laid the ground, it was You that built the towers

    It was You that invented bombs, and the fear that comes with them
    And it was You that invented money, and the corrupt economic systems
    You invented terms like just-war and terms like friendly fire
    And it was You that didn’t know when to stop digging deeper, when to stop building higher
    It was You that exhausted the resources I carefully laid out on this earth,
    And it was You that even saw these problems coming but accredited them little worth
    It was You that used my teachings for your own personal gain
    And it was You that committed such tragedies, even though they were in my name

    So I apologize for any mistakes I made, and when my words misconstrued
    But this apology’s to mother nature, cause I created YOU

    4 Comments 246 weeks

  • Welcome to my diary

    June 16th 1689: The Reckoning.

    I write to you from deepest france my dear loralli with tragic news.
    My keen intuition has betrayed me, My eyes have been soiled.
    My mind has become that of a overboiling pot on a knife edge.
    It has caused me to do somethings i feel i will regret.
    As of 11:45am June 15th 1689 a life was taken from this planet.
    A life of massive potential and great forecoming taken from its owner.

    You can judge in several ways and all would be correct as this problem has no one answer. The one responsible is innocent but guilty of reason.
    I only wish loralli that i could have seen you before the trial starts but that would be unethical both for me and you.
    With the deepest love i send this letter and the deepest regret for the outcomes of the situation.
    You will in due course find out the real meaning behind the grim prediction, And i can only wish this provides you with the comfort you deserve.

    Your souless corpse
    Ryuzaki

    Ps, I set your Pets on fire and then hit them in the spine with a hammer and then watched then slowly die of eternal bleeding. Watching defenceless creature struggle to move around in pain is fun you should try it , BUY SNICKERS

    0 Comments 247 weeks

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