I made my way through the tightly packed, sardine can that had culminated within a large central room, sliding, slipping, and grinding my way through any cracks which I could find.  My common-man’s sign language served me well when I could not find one, as the deafening music allowed me no means of verbal communication.

Finally I stumbled out of the human ant hill, and passed through the open front door to freedom …and fresh air.

The smell of burning cigarettes, laced the thick air, of the late summer’s night.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a few members of my ‘squad’,smoking over by the fence.  I’d make my way over, soon enough; but, not just yet.  For now, I thought.  Fuck it.  I decided to take a moment to decompress, and address the unaddressed lingering thoughts, which had been tugging on the back of my mind, for the last few drunken hours, at this point of the night.

I was drunk…

That much…

…was quite evident.

 It had been the objective from the start, obviously.  Mission accomplished.

In any case, there was, as on other such nights, a reason hiding just behind the bottle.

Then again, in all honesty I really didn’t need a reason to ‘turn-up’, like a savage Goth, on his march to pillage Rome anyway.  Not then, not in times of many, MANY, similarly alcohol fueled instances prior, nor to this very day ladies & gentlemen, have I EVER needed any hint of a possible decent reason to get ‘turnt-up’.

…So there’s that.

Now then; let’s slide back to where we left off.

I was quite intoxicated.

I was high as fuck.

Then there was a blizzard…

…Which lasted throughout the night.

I had bitches on my mind.

… Maybe just ‘a’ hoe.

whatever.

Etc…Etc.

Okay maybe there

were some elements of

magic fungi within the mix…

…Etc.

Essentially, the most applicable descriptive term,

in regrads to myself at the time in question,

would have to be as follows…

…LIT as a CHRISTMAS^TREE.

So by the time my cigarette had turned to a stump of embers; the thoughts mentioned above, were the general scope of my thoughts at the time.

Weird.

^B.M. Strix

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Reflections; by B.M. Strix

Odd things life holds…

…odd indeed,…and wonderful in most cases.

Here life is real. Gritty and bleak to the unworthy of the, in many ways ‘divine’, fruits to reap amongst the bounty, of the lush garden’s hidden harvest.

Yet who amongst us all has never faltered in our ever changing self-desired path.  In fact, many, if not most living humans understand this dark side of things, quite undeniably.

Well, maybe, if not initially, simply outright; at least, on some deeper level.

I find that sensation, that beckoning feeling of failure, no matter how likely or unlikely the reality of the situation may actually be; a central pillar, in the criteria of ‘being a human being’.

Some, may, in all likeliness wholeheartedly disagree with my stance on this matter.

Good. You’re entitled to it.

I don’t give a fuck if you want to be a weak minded piss-stain anyway…

I don’t judge.

In fact weak minded piss-stain’s are people too…

In any case…

I had this idea, staring at a sleeplessly late-early summer night’s, waning nimbus face of the moon….

…and YES. The description was necessary, as it spurred the thought.

I think.

Regardless; life is existentially as random as it is beautiful at times…

…Then again God, the Cosmos, or whatever your outlook on the matter stands as,

has a point to it all hidden somewhere.

…I think.

-B.M. Strix

 

 

 

 

The propagandist’s purpose is to make one set of people forget that certain other sets of people are human.

-Aldous Huxley

    Aldous Huxley was not referring to any specific partisan side, or group when he gave us this powerful preceding statement.  He was, as is made quite clear upon a closer analysis, referring to “the propagandist”; a term that may be understood as completely apolitical.

In modern times; each click of the on button to our televisions allows us to have, in my own opinion, a front row seat to view the propagandist’s clever work.  Realistically our news media contains the largest amount of propagandist contamination, yet that fact is not meant to promote the idea that all other channels are not infected with elements of what can only be described as a variation of mind-control.

You see, although recent jabs at media outlets by our new president have been widely covered in the news and even condemned on many occasions; there is more than just “fake news” at play here folks.

Propaganda does not deceive people; it merely helps them to deceive themselves.

-Eric Hoffer

The truth is that many things we would otherwise never even think to perceive as propaganda, is ultimately the most powerful form of propaganda.  Whether it is in comedy, like SNL, or music, or any other art form, there is a message being conveyed to the masses watching from their couches.  It is quite subtle in it’s nature, often even coming with a chuckle, but make no mistake my friends; this is a very powerful elixir of mind-altering programming.  When we are unconsciously made to create certain connections, mental links between, something as innocent as laughter, and an idea, political or not; well, then clearly there is an underlining factor of the propagandist’s work in the mix.

We as humans are pre-programmed to like feeling good, to enjoy happiness, and frankly to find whatever allows us to experience such emotional responses, as right or good.

Many propaganda programs of the past worked quite well in doing the exact opposite of that, and consequently have presently become infamous with the evils of propaganda itself.  This kind of negative fear-mongering, used by the likes of many a evil 20th century regime(Hitler, Stalin, etc.), have not vanished from the scene, and are still widely implemented across the globe, including here in the U.S..

     In truth however, it has now been joined by a new style of thought control.  A system which allows an unsuspecting dumbfuck to actually believe that he has himself reached, whatever conclusion has been steadily spoon fed to him, all on his own.  Yes, incredible, perhaps hard to believe, but true nonetheless.

This goes similarly with music, such as rap in recent decades.  I myself, am guilty of enjoying my jams on the daily.  Yet let’s take a step back from our world, and observe from a specter form, if you will.

Hip-Hop may seem to be empowering to a good many people, especially amongst the African-American community.  Is it really though?  Those which seem to take offence from the scene’s use of verbal profanities is one thing, and, in my opinion largely irrelevant; however there is a deeper story here as well.  The rap industry has built itself upon the Thug Life, for lack of a better term, and with it, implemented a wide-range of new social norms.  Some quite casual, like the normalization of using the word bitches to describe women, even between women.  Others more detrimental, like influencing young, in most cases black, Americans to do a wide range of drugs, sexual promiscuity, commit theft, murder, gun violence, develop a powerful hatred of law-enforcement, and various other truly bad social behaviors.  This has ultimately resulted in an already fragile, economically deprived black community, to break even further.  On a wider scale, American society in general has been effected as well.  Family values have been dealt a crushing blow, innocence in the youth has all but vanished, and many of the detrimental social tendencies listed above, have actually steadily become social norms.

How?

It’s simple really.  The music makes me feel fuckin’ good damn it, it’s got a beat, a dope melody, and the lyrics are provocative.  Yet eventually, the lyrics become a reality.  In saying that I don’t mean one goes and holds up a liquor store after listening to a rap song, because quite honestly…that would be retarded.  I mean in a  very subtle way we don’t even realize.  In many ways, rap has even effected race-relations in a big way.  It doesn’t take much of a genius to understand that rap music, with all of it’s lyrics and meanings, has painted a picture of black communities for white suburban America; and it ain’t a good folks.

Petunias

“Never thought I’d end up here…”

“...You?”

“eh, who the fuck really does man.”

“Ain’t lyin’ there Frank.”

“Yeah, guess I’m just kinda fuckin’ deep like that Paul.”

        The two men finished what they were doing, and after a hard night’s labor, decided to surrender themselves to the tired feeling, which had been growing inside both of their hearts for awhile.

“Wrap it up for the night Frankie?”

“Why…yuh motha comin’by Paul?”

“Ey Frank, I ever compliment’chu on that

beautiful personality yuh got there?”

“…Now that’chya mention it Paulie…nahh.

Don’t think yuh did Paul.”

They threw their shovels in a big black garbage bag, and finally had a catch to slip off their filthy gloves.

“Fuckin’ stinks Frank…let’s move out.”

“Ain’t my fault’chya don’wipe your ass Paul…

granted sounds like a personal issue if yah ask me.”

“Yuh ever said sut’n nice Frank…”

“That a question Paulie?”

“…well, i guess maybe to the man upstairs.”

“Well he ain’t listenin’. anh’I’s need a brewser.

Fer’em two reasons your wish is granted Paul…”

“I’d say Fuck you Frank, but I’s too damn tired

right now”

“…Never too tired to shut that damn trap o’yuhr’s though,

huh Paulie?”

“…Know what Frankie…

Fuck yous.”

“Well there he is…”

After about ten minutes of walking, the two men got to their car.  Paul heaved the shovels over into the truck bed, only to realize they had forgotten something.

“Ey Frankie…”

“What now Paul…?”

“Hey don’t gimme attitude now Frank. I mean-“

“Alright, Alright Paulie, just what? huh.

I mean what is it now?”

“We fuckin’ forgot one back here Frank.”

“NO FUCKIN’ shit Paul…

…well who’s fuckin’ fault could that possibly be now.

hmmm…les think.”

“Just shut up and tell me what

we’re gonna do with this piece o’ shit here.

…Can’t leave it till morn’n.”

“Alright relax Paul.

…We’ll just throw it over the bridge on our way back.”

     The two agree on Frank’s stated course of action, and drove off in the direction of home.  Then, just as they were passing across a great river via bridge; a six-pot set of D’Blumo‘s petunias was launched out of the truck’s window, into the Hudson.

“Yah really think the park district guys

won’t notice a few missing Frankie?”

“Cahm’onnn Paulie…

..”.These jaggoffs aren’t on shit.”

“ehhh-I dunno Frankie…”

“You really think they got some

asshole counting every

fukin’daisy in the park Paul?”

“ehhh-wuell yeah, guess your right Frank.”

“Tell’me sum’ I’s don’know Paulie.”

“You’s pushin’it Frankie…”

Just Another Insomniac

There are, as most of you can relate to, a good many things to keep a man(or woman for that matter) awake at night…

GOOD MANY indeed.

If you take your average American for example; bills, debts, addiction, the President, the economy, ISIS, Healthcare, death, relationships, former-relationships, rent, stray bullets, climate change, kids, family, etc, etc….and etc, are just a sliver of various issues individuals in this sleepless category may be internally processing in the dead of night.

Most silently, and in utter-seclusion from the rest of the world.

I for one, sincerely wish that I was not a member of this club…

…Unfortunately, I happen to have a platinum membership.  But; t’fuck can one do….

(…beer comes to mind.)

In any case, here I am, I am here.  So… fuck it.

Or not.

Perhaps a broad analysis of an unaddressed, widespread epidemic, of baseless insomnia is in order?

I have, within recent years exposed an underlying current of general discontent among a very wide spectrum of Americans, men, and woman, from of all walks of life.  Many times for no apparent reason at all.  This infectious sense of silent, yet powerful dissatisfaction, is by no means evident, on the face, within standard conversation, or through social behaviors; at least, if not first hoisted up from the depths of the individual’s soul.

In order to expose any given person’s dark insecurities, not for the purpose of proliferation, yet instead to attempt some form of open-forum for the soul, one must NEVER forceful interject an actual proposal to do so.  Any push into another’s deepest torment, may not be perpetrated for nefarious reasons, only as means for the well-being of a fellow human being.

For starters, human beings are like onions.  If you’ve ever watched the first Shrek movie, you probaly understand this concept already.  If you have not; do so.  NOW…