International waters
Posted on Fri Sep 14 20:33:00 UTC 2007
Dear Diary,
The two things you need to succeed in the big city: a briefcase and a bad fucking attitude. I'm still working on the briefcase. Drinking long island ice teas at my local bar, a regular, the bar staff call me by first name so now I guess I'm a lush.
At home; I get stoned, smoke a couple of fat ones (cos I got half an ounce and why? you know, not) and people think how come? Surely there's something productive, some positive contribution you could, he can be making; and absolutely, absolutely I agree but the thing is, the thing is that I am surrounded, penned in by mental blockades and razor wire fences, my head, it's is an Alcatraz, positively a goddamn prison island, I am stuck fast and the waters are cold and are patrolled regularly by carnivorous poisonous fish, six rows of teeth and sharp as mincemeat.
The only way out is by building yourself rocketship. The only way out is to achieve escape velocity. Aside from certain hard to refute laws of physics most restrictions are self-imposed. The aim of exercise is to stop caring about the consequences, of anything, of any of your actions, become like a beast immediate and speak the truth, a conduit for those oozing primordial impulses, thick black crude of raw animal instinct. It is written (and I've heard it said) that before the flood and fall of Babel we all spoke the same language -- Enochian, the angelic tongue. They say it was by one word and merest whisper of celestial speech that God Himself Almighty created the world. He by pure word of mouth alone separated the loins of heaven and earth and caused the stars to shine, and the birds to swim, the oceans to sing with fish.
If you know the true name of God, you are God, and His name reversed undoes creation. Most delicacies are distinctly unpalatable the first time you try them, most people are the same, but you soon develop an appetite.
Under maritime law ships in international waters are be under the jurisdiction of their flag-state. I'm not sure exactly what's supposed to happen if you're not flying a flag.
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You know that feeling when you got this emotion but you don't want to be weak about it, become vulnerable and roll over and expose the soft fat of your belly to the butchers knife?
The two things you need to succeed in the big city: a briefcase and a bad fucking attitude. I'm still working on the briefcase. Drinking long island ice teas at my local bar, a regular, the bar staff call me by first name so now I guess I'm a lush.
At home; I get stoned, smoke a couple of fat ones (cos I got half an ounce and why? you know, not) and people think how come? Surely there's something productive, some positive contribution you could, he can be making; and absolutely, absolutely I agree but the thing is, the thing is that I am surrounded, penned in by mental blockades and razor wire fences, my head, it's is an Alcatraz, positively a goddamn prison island, I am stuck fast and the waters are cold and are patrolled regularly by carnivorous poisonous fish, six rows of teeth and sharp as mincemeat.
The only way out is by building yourself rocketship. The only way out is to achieve escape velocity. Aside from certain hard to refute laws of physics most restrictions are self-imposed. The aim of exercise is to stop caring about the consequences, of anything, of any of your actions, become like a beast immediate and speak the truth, a conduit for those oozing primordial impulses, thick black crude of raw animal instinct. It is written (and I've heard it said) that before the flood and fall of Babel we all spoke the same language -- Enochian, the angelic tongue. They say it was by one word and merest whisper of celestial speech that God Himself Almighty created the world. He by pure word of mouth alone separated the loins of heaven and earth and caused the stars to shine, and the birds to swim, the oceans to sing with fish.
If you know the true name of God, you are God, and His name reversed undoes creation. Most delicacies are distinctly unpalatable the first time you try them, most people are the same, but you soon develop an appetite.
Under maritime law ships in international waters are be under the jurisdiction of their flag-state. I'm not sure exactly what's supposed to happen if you're not flying a flag.
- - -
You know that feeling when you got this emotion but you don't want to be weak about it, become vulnerable and roll over and expose the soft fat of your belly to the butchers knife?