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Imagine driving a hagal rune into the earth
I will be mad and you will be posessed
That is the only way to fight this world
Those are the only times when we are at our best
Gogol Bordello
In the eye of the storm, you’ll find out exactly what you are made of.
Be suspicious of anyone who acts like you know anything.
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I met Eris when I smoked salvia..
To be more concise, she inhabited me.
She liked laughing when she was in my meatsack..
But it felt like my skin was similar to a too-small glove, like I was about to burst.
And that was only the beginning…
We all make the world.
What have you made?
Omnes Mundum Facimus
Kallisti
The eye of the storm is where I operate.
I’m surrounded by chaos, but I concentrate.
As long as I keep the focus things will never be hopeless.
What is bulldada?
What is not? Bulldada is the nearly unexplainable label for that mysterious quality that impregnates ordinary things with meaning for the SubGenius no matter how devoid of value they may appear to The Others. Seeing in the vivisecting light of bulldada, we recognize that the most awe-inspiring artifacts of our civilization are not the revered artsy-fartsy pieces of “culture” displayed in our swankest art museums, universities and concert halls - as the Conspiracy would have us believe! - but are instead to be found in such icons as low-budget exploitation movies, lurid comic books, all-nite TV, sleazy Paperbacks of the Gods, certain bizarre billboards and pulp magazine ads, and literally any other fossil of raw humanity in all its shit-kickingly flawwed glory.
Bulldada shows us that cheesiness tells the Truth and gives good Slack whereas status-mongered slickness is merely a sheen of sham value dangled as bait for the hungry dollars of the idiot bourgeois. The SubGenius is not interested in dignified “Learning” or even science fiction - no, what he craves is greasy SCI-FI. He is a veritable scholar of CHEEPNIS! For when a certain level of shoestring-budget “exquisite badness” is descended to on the Rungs of Art, one hits’the cut-off point where true bulldada begins, the ‘edge valve’ where the SubGenius starts finding almost religious interpretation for the results of atrocious craftsmanship, the point after which a work’s quality as a piece of bulldada increases in inverse proportion to its ability to yell a coherent story. The less sophisticated a motion picture (our highest art form) becomes, for instance, the more dismemberingly eternal are the truths between the lines. MARS NEEDS WOMEN! PANIC IN YEAR ZERO! Often, they contain inadvertent prophecies - as well as unexpected background appearances of Dobbs! PLAN NINE FROM OUTER SPACE! MONDO BIZARRO!
You ever notice how (some) people go kinda weird when the power goes out? No lights… No TV.. No radio.. No interwebs.. Some people act like they’re more vulnerable when there’s no electricity spinning their gadgets around and distracting them from whatever they don’t want to think about. Children, unless they’ve been conditioned, tend to like it when the power goes out. It’s exciting. I’ve always liked it when the power would go out. It’s better then just turning everything off and enjoying the silence (which is good too). But when whole city blocks go dark, you even get a break from the constant electrical hum you’re always hearing but usually tune out. There’s no point here. Just an observation. The Machine is definitely powered by electricity and also by midgets.
(Source: principiadiscordia.com)
