Last Day For Numbers

The desires to please Him, not to disappoint Him, and to strive to protect the relationship grow from abject self-concern to preserve one’s life to reverential awe for His great goodness and zealous desire to preserve and glorify His name within an increasingly intimate relationship. We can see how this would motivate what we do with our life and time. It would drive and guide us in how we did things. If we truly respect someone, we try very hard to give him the best possible quality in all we do for him.

“Galactic Freedom Day, 08/08/08” www.GalacticFreedomDay.com

An introduction to an historical planetary event, coming up on Aug. 8, 2008; a multinational consortium of citizen organizations all over the planet has issued a Galactic Freedom Day Declaration calling an end to all secret government and corporate agreements concerning extraterrestrial life. This Declaration establishes 08/08/08 as “Galactic Freedom Day” and asserts that any hidden agreements concerning extraterrestrial life that were established without the participation and will of the people are hereby officially Null n Void. Go to www.GalacticFreedomDay.com, and sign this historical petition, giving Official Notice to all governments of Earth that the will of the people of this planet must now–and will be–respected!

Oblong Abtuse Theory

She is a G.O.D. among the goddesses, she is the queen of all chapels, all avenues had been taken, she will be fertile and divine, and she will be the nth degree. Her thighs may be brittle yet still hard to touch, here eyes will let you know, here hair may even give a hint, but she will be there. Her mind will be above all the mazes and diatribe that would ever hope to hold you back. She could very well be nasty, but still benevolent to her lust or desire. She will speak for not being spoken too. She may even harrow you. But it will be like a licking at the heels, and at the cauldron of life itself.

And if that wasn’t to be enough, she would hear me cry still, Eyes sold war to skies. Hair broke earth to wear, Thighs never heard the cries, Journeys made many years.

TRIBUTE TO THE YEAR 3006

In the year of this day and in a thousand years, the single primate will have transferred all belated knowledge to itself as a whole, therefore transcended the acts of god, to then become a collected mind-gate, – the environment will be as beautiful as it is futures to be futuristic, – the single primate now its own demi-god, would have skills to perplex and continue to that nature. Skills of levitation, for the groupings of mind-gates, to give bevy to the organisation of mind-states. The mish-mash of culture, language, and gender will have stripped itself of all crimes, to become the perfected single enchanted human-being, if still to be looked on as that. Coloured treatments of the flesh will become the new birthmark of its individuality, therefore stripped of the trimmings of over-rated fashions, this state will remain timeless for centuries still, until we all hit another entropic wall in which to confuse our sullied souls within. The herbivore state of collectivism, will act as the entirety dream state of our new realities.

Regression & Wankers

This is a special page to discuss briefly, as I can sorely remember it all, the different phases of intellect or should I say barrage, that has somehow Involved itself as the second coming of ‘?’, well exactly whatever the fuck it is really, we say ‘Christ’ but he is sorely dead as a door knob or something else we really didn’t get through.

This page will set about underpinning the major statuses the ‘ungodly’ mission statement did per tale to, as it was mainly an alien fuck-fest from word go, from my personal view so it seems, as it may very well count, as only that perspective alone.

92 Flavours of Hell! – Take a chance in hell, what was the main modus operand us, much like Willy Coyote and the Road Runner. This will hope to step it out.

- Ill, it cuts both ways, you love is like a knife it cuts both ways. (eat my)
- In the Navy, I’ll met and beat you half way, ouch. (fuck’er from where)
- Um, girls are pretty, and much to what else. (dizzy sex for thought)
- Hey answer my email, this, that and the other thing (super-sleuthing)
- Brainwashed children, hapless mothers, and disenfranchised men-folk.
- Fucking Blue, Red, Black, Green, Fucking Pink, and fucking Yellow.
- Super skull-crack disease, subversion theory, general dumb-ass snipe.
- Hooray for Hollywood, and anything else you could stick under my nose.
- Oh, my ‘dead-dad’ was in the Army and was a Free-Mason in Brisbane.
- Ever met with the N.W.O. as an incidental affair, Go Bush Go!
- Got to love my poems you dead-shits, read them twice please!
- Bi-polar snap and what the fuck happened with them media/UFO types.
- Super ass-hole TV and the popularisation of dead-shit aliens as well.
- The penis joke, the belly joke, he’s just a tall sub-alien freak himself.
- Happy fucking 34th birthday, the movie that wouldn’t fucking quit.
- Introducing 70’s colonial washboards to super-Asian dick’er-crap.
- Fucking anal beer-bagging from Ice Charades to Sydney Lopping.
- Ground Zero pug-mire, dropped tickets, eating leftovers, 30cents left.
- Faggot drop-outs (Fairfax). It is entertainment but we made it torture.
- Bad drum solo’s from God, Satan and anything else sitting on the fence.
- 90’s MUSIC, you got to love it, I never really listened to the lyrics!
- Mexican face-off’s with live TV personalities, because you could.
- The popularisation of dense brilliance and the dance of body-snatching.
- Brat-chapping and jealousy, of family and the friends that still stand to it.
- Insane messages, car number plates that you lobotomise at because…

(and it just wouldn’t stop, so fuck-off!)

73->96? (when to be original)

Plot summary (ENDER’S GAME)

In the book, mankind has made contact with a largely unknown alien race, known as the “buggers” because of their insectoid appearance. The buggers have attempted to colonize Earth twice; having been narrowly defeated the second time by International Fleet commander Mazer Rackham, a third invasion is considered a likely threat.

It is in this world that six-year-old Andrew “Ender” Wiggin lives. Ender, his nickname, was given to him by his older sister, Valentine; he also has a brother, Peter. As third child of his parents, Ender is an exception to the population restriction laws, his conception having been permitted only by a special sanction of the government, with the hope that he would be a combination of his sadistic older brother and his kind-hearted sister. The International Fleet (IF) was seeking the next brilliant military commander among Earth’s children, as they needed an exceptional leader to help them fight the buggers. Young Ender is approved by the government for training at the elite Battle School, a space station where only the most brilliant children were trained. After a confrontation with a school bully, Stilson, that (unknown to Ender for the majority of the novel) leaves Stilson dead, Ender chooses to accept Colonel Graff’s offer to attend Battle School, leaving behind his world with the hope that he could save its future.

Upon departure for Battle School, Ender is immediately singled out by the administration as the most intelligent student, causing most other students to hate him. Despite the attempts to keep him isolated, Ender does make a few friends; he is promoted early, so that he finds himself surrounded by kids much older than him, most of whom despise him. He again finds a way around his isolation and frustration, however, by forming his own nightly practice wargame sessions with his old friends, as well as any other new students who wish to be instructed by Ender. He finds, however, that they no longer regard him as a friend, but rather as a superior.

Ender is quickly promoted to commander of a brand new Dragon Army in the school’s zero-gravity wargame league, and he molds his young soldiers into an unbeatable team, despite the teachers’ stacking of every game against him. Some time after an especially brutal victory against one of Ender’s former commanders, Bonzo Madrid, Ender is cornered by Bonzo along with several of Bonzo’s soldiers. Unable to escape the situation without violence, Ender convinces Bonzo to fight him alone and unknowingly kills him. Ender learns the lesson that there is no rule book in war; he throws his own concepts of the game away. This clever circumventing of an impossible situation causes Ender to be promoted to Command School, six years younger than anyone else in the history of the system. He is taken briefly to Earth to visit his sister Valentine.

Ender is taught at Command School by Mazer Rackham, who has been kept alive into his own future by being sent away at near lightspeed and then brought back in the same manner. Ender is told that the military sent ships to attack the bugger planets many years ago, and outfitted them with new technology, like the ansible, making superluminal communication possible. Mazer instructs Ender in a game very similar to the Battle Room, only this time instead of commanding soldiers, Ender will command ships in a 3-D space battle. At this point, Ender is reunited with the people closest to him from battle school as his subordinates in this battle game. Ender commands them directly, and it is up to them to carry out his commands. Each day the games become more and more grueling, and Ender is slowly being worn down to psychosis, along with his fellow commanders. Waking and sleeping blend together as Ender loses his sanity, but he maintains his military brilliance.

Finally Mazer confronts Ender, telling him that he will face an extremely grueling final exam. The game begins, and Ender is outnumbered 1,000 to 1. When the enemy is finally in range, Ender orders the use of a special weapon, Dr. Device, against the planet itself, destroying the simulated planet and all ships in orbit. Ender consciously makes this decision knowing that it is expressly against the respectable rules of the game, hoping that his teachers will find his ruthlessness unacceptable and remove him from command, and allow him to return home.

After he wins it is revealed to Ender that all the simulations were real battles taking place in bugger space as the human ships sent long ago reached their destinations. Ender realizes that he had just ordered the actual destruction of an entire race, and the guilt of the massacre forces him into a five-day coma.

When he awakens, it’s revealed to Ender that he is being heralded as the savior of the human race, and that the bugger threat has been eliminated, mankind is expanding into the empty bugger planets and repealing the population limit laws. Valentine arrives at command school and convinces Ender to go with her on the first ship leaving for colonization. She tells him of the impending announcement that he is to be the governor of the colony. There he discovers an unborn bugger queen who can communicate with him through a psychic link. She tells him that her race was not aware that humans were sentient creatures. It was through their defeat in the Second Invasion that forced them to realize humanity’s true nature; and had resolved to never attack the Earth again. He resolves to atone for his destruction of the bugger race by finding a place to resurrect the queen, bringing the alien race back into existence. Ender writes a book under the pseudonym “Speaker for the Dead” entitled The Hive Queen, wherin he tells of the compassion and pain of the bugger race. At Peter’s request he also writes The Hegemon to tell the truth of his brother’s troubled life. These books become the basis of a new human religion.

FAT BOY SLIM

FILE UNDER FUTURISM – GALACTIC/PUBLIC RELATIONS POINTS, THE NULLIFICATION AND MULTIPLICATION OF RACE, BREED AND RELIGIOUS CULTURE, INCLUDING THE INVASION OF ALIENS, THE GODS, AND OR CREATORS.

Along with conventional ways of living there will be a new ascendancy in human-kind, the usual barriers of wealth and religion will begin to be stripped apart, by the newer understandings and techniques of the future. As you would hope to maintain a profile within the community, you can now do so within the universe, meaning as we learn more about ourselves within the universe, we can start to best present ourselves in better ways, within the ideas of a caste system, and using design as it’s greatest tool once again, we can start to delineate intellectual types and spiritual powers, and transcendence within this new ethos of the future. One could call it ‘Future Sport’, of the giving/of the creators on a base level program.

Within nature is our souls, and our ecology, and in a business sense what we make. Utilising this as the style of the new programming of the unified world, one can then take the next step to the free love, free world metrics that we all yearn for. And in this development, we can be on a higher level of organisation with the creators of our mind-states/gates (please proceed to the next level), our species inter-relations with all beings and sentiments of our creation.

Through our eyes, thoughts and actions we can best beseech the quintessential answers of our own profit and merchant on this Earth, and when we have done so we may be invited to cross the levels of our reality, and life on a preferred dimension with our creators. This heavenly environment could then be the next bastion of our existence, with our new programming we will not find ourselves imprisoned within misgivings.

As youth and its generations will be the measure to spear-head this, as you would with schoolings of thought, the change will begin within trends and fashions of emotion and intent to co-join with our actual creation, perhaps then showing this utopia of prisms we all dream of. The branding of this will be interesting (talk directly with Mr. Anti-Christ), as we tend to ace things without knowing. A new cut the crap culture will emerge that will bring together all races within a handsome (putative comment) competitive and loving environment. Brain-power is the overall message, money and accolade will begin to come to pass as we all co-conjoin within the new nature of a society, based on actual precepts.

As with the millennium passing, so too our thoughts of such brackets or restrictions of thought and time (bullshit, as with the change within millenniums time). The idea of religion, war, race will come to pass as being its own naive – etude. And the new people of dominion will go about their daily lives within IQ quotients and tangents of understanding within the mind-scopes of our creators (hmmm, kids please). Therefore knowing we are always on measure and on direction, these times will come to past across a broad span of maturity within the segments of change, were old and established, gets to look at itself and its future properly.

Anyway, all negative thought of this may bring itself to the fore if not for the ability to design a way towards and around situations. This will be the only war we may need, that is to formulate the change, through visitations, or through dogmatic inner explanations, of life and existence. These conscience anomalies with our creators, our functionary mediators, may need to be sorted and engaged properly.

Discussion will be held as to how to carve up our new intellectual state in the world (O.K. am I around to just feel like shit?), so as to remain conscious of its commerce in the new universe. The abandoning of our foreboding pasts will be the adjustment to be made. And with this new guise, we will gain the support of other universal factions, and in this ‘growing up’ out of secrecy/secretary and control, we can then get to where we are obviously heading efficiently and in a timely manner.

This stripping bare of the world will add new romanticism, far greater than any other force ever known in the world, will bring its cleansing. This ‘Future Sport’ as it is called lovingly in today’s climate, will be coined the something else it will be, without being the next Coca-Cola to travel the world over (sorry, but what will it look at, as i need to point at things). The only way will be to show people, and to not just feed it through their heads, like some banal socialist cosmonaut trapped in space, shouting ‘more vodka, more vodka.’ The emotions needed for this change will arrive, arise, or give way to follow.

So yes, this power will rise to give us ours future, and leave us to control it still, as one would face a fine bred quarter horse. These logistics, 20 Years or two generations, start with a NEW Brand and Label, and not the ‘dumb-ass’ God your currently fucking your heads with. PEACE. or WAR.

Here: On this BLOG, you look at some pictures of the futures of the world, and its conglomerisation (or con-glamourisation) to the universe. And start seeing this new beginning from old holds on reality. Yes, we have souls that of being the speed of light travelling through your neurological brains network of concept and ideas thrust together in magnitude. I heard once the pituitary gland is what harness’s this experience.

How it will happen is a broad power base for the public’s scrutiny, such as the U.N. will collate and debate the great religions of the world, discuss their transcendence to all creation, and start the articulation process of defining ‘galactic public relation points’ or UBA (Unified Bi-linear Acumen), the new tool that would then transgress all religion and culture to become the new bunker for interpersonal existence.

SO THERE YOU HAVE IT, BRAIN DAMAGE ON THE MIC. GET BIZY…

Hapless Tarts Still

It was a dusky sort of relationship, the days had seemed to meld together like time had forgot itself, and it was in this union of all things that had needed to be so as to get ahead in the universe, this was the first-time there was a concerted effort to combine deep pasts with current if not future identity. The nubile (wask-about crap) have founded a relationship to pinnacle our efforts in one concise form (jeez’us what was ‘i’ up to), and its worth was managed as time and memoriam. As all things never remain a secret unless to harness an effect we are all left to our own devises so as to meet an ends as to its means. This is a totalitarian point of existence and can only rely on what the soul can provide.

Wealth for toil is always a common measure out in the nether regions of space, or at least genius has its reasons, for that itself is its sense. I had been captured in a state of distaste, so as to dictate something new as a formality, but as with any effort, physical or just in enterprise the slaves always become the victim of their needs as almost flailing (death to gip-heads). In the age of teleprompter dystopia, where you can almost think if not receive what you want to propel, we are defined in a construct of beginning. This end was always known if not managed as something to hark for, a time for change if not dispensation, but it also is a time for managed dispersal.

If we were to analyse positions in positioning we may find ourselves lost for its moment, but also find ourselves just taken for a ride, perhaps fun, different, engaging or surmised, as we can all choose how and where to think. If we found ourselves belated if not related to something that needed to happen, you may just find yourself in a relationship that always needed something (hey, where is my cat). This something is what life is all about, it your next thought, your next need, or even you own self-alliance or individuality needing to propose through. One can get fairly used to everybody’s tricks for the matter, but it mainly has to do with as to what you could know and have known as dispensation.

If one was found as an interstellar reciprocal of measure for this existence, then you could very well ask for anything, but not if you haven’t found its worth. And this is also a very interesting topic. Is the message the medium or the massage, as we all tend to lick our lobes sometimes. That is life, you may have interpersonal relationships or then needs but really no one can tell you ‘how?’ to think but they can gestate where your thoughts may end or begin. Shoot first and ask questions later seems to be the only way to survive in the ‘noughties/2000’s’ or should I say ‘naughties’ and after the Second Coming and Armageddon and all things else deemed necessary for entailed as; along part of time.

What was the only challenge? Perhaps it is only personal identity transgressed by personal need or waste. As it stands as a tale for a sale or new beginning it is stifled on a sense of style or management (suck eggs, dick-less shits). This was all to do mainly with popular culture catching up with itself as if nowhere to go. This type of culture jamming is now prevalent in how countries may need so as to get ahead or at least pop some nuclear participles (expand?). But as we are not all military leaders with politics at play then I guess we get to sit and wait for the next round of world leaders to take the case onward towards heaven as in a way to prevent hell.

As we all sit basted in our own households looking towards the sky hoping it could die so we can just get on with our lives. It’s this chase that gave up its prize as there is no reprisal in lies. God is a magician and no-one gives a dolly-shit in today’s post 2000 technological race for our super-futures. If our new Messiah (yo, yo, yo) was made a leper in construct and fashion then what for our Masters of fate, are they to be cordoned (viva-la-‘gwhat’) as well, not knowing as to how the real world works. This is also its style or at least how the old cogs work as fresh ones bleed through to take the chase. What we ever developed was its Vision as it waited to become its future. So all shall take haste if not rebuttal in it loneliness.

It is from this vision we are able to take steps in building new relations in temperance and projection, our inspiration becomes our need, our desires our manifestations, and with this we create all things new, and in the universe we are charged with our knowledge and can only understand this, anything else is here-play for thought and trans-lecture. And thoughts are said to lead to action and deliverance, but what is its beauty is its latency in denial as aspect, and can gain to become auspice. You can only see an apple as if to eat, you can see it to make apple pie, or even think of it as pear shaped until needed, so-for disguising what may be needed of it. So we walk through life swapping apples and pears, never needing the pie if not knowing the taste. It is in this hunger we find our debate.

These semantics are born to shock alone, it has cased all that had been responsive to a phenomenon, it has trailed the tastes of time and breeds all evil in which to feed upon, it is in this we have found our future as it could change at the slice of a pie, a piece to hold or to say it had come from. With these ideas can be trusted and governed as coagulate, but never really needed, so it is with this loose pie we are chasing reliance. We can all now walk with the sense of this pie in our minds and if not hearts. More pie, will lead to more need, and more need had stood alone.

Our efforts have been documented, and our needs transposed, and all ends as communication, “who put the hot doggie in the pot” as the Norwegian chef from the Muppets has cast/e, what are you waiting for? To look and yet have not found is its only laziness. The goat has its escape.

Nice Try, You thought Well. 8/10 – 4 Gold-stars Good Work! (c/-GJW), I want to ride my bicycles et al’… Don’t stop, don’t stop?!?

Master Of Visual Arts ’96

Locked in a another room, back at QCA, don’t ask me about my faeces?!? / thesis?!?

QTVR nodes – a first no doubt, (burp), Bryce too… Woo hoo!

And some pink-ass high-end 3D to boot – more time!, more time!

You see, its basic dog, psychology, if you scare them and get them peeing down there leg, they submit, if you project weakness you draw aggression, and that’s how people get hurt. You see fear causes hesitation, and hesitation will cause your greatest fears to come true. So it’s simple, you project strength, to avoid conflict.

The Salt Of The Rock

THE ROCK WITHOUT ITS HEAD

The revolutionary creed of ‘people’ that no-one is after, the token misfits of the new world. Lead aimlessly by the crux of one person of people-dome. For its objectivity has not reached far. As the finger is pointed, one can see the point, but once taken away, there remains no fingers of which to point. So in this digitally challenged world, one can continue to reside up ones ass, or perhaps share the smelliness of their enlivened digits to the over born world.

A worldwide sense that politicians have failed to live up to their claims to be the saviours of humanity. Indeed, some now believe that the nation-state is the problem, not the solution, for a wide range of people; the nation-state began to lose its legitimacy.

You may as a person begin to collate and collect ideas within these to key topics, one being a people-dome, and that of a nation-state. If we where to start looking at these keys in a verses sense, you would then start to measure the mental chatter we now have. As these topics continue to battle you are apparently reversed to cast humanity forward as some sort of good-time joke for the masses across the world. Them therefore applying there happened caste upon a open location. Devil-ware, the seed of Satan verses the sodemised needs of God. Back to those digits I suppose.

So basically we are being mentally chased to infinite displeasure, until we can make up a mind. As often decisions are made by one-self, but can a decision ever be made for you. JUST DO IT.

The social borders of a people-dome vs. the collective convergence of a nation-state? What? Is there a bigger dickhead in the universe? Time to move on! You AUSSIE dorks… or are you driven insane, and if that is the case, I’m sure as hell wouldn’t be helping you get to and from it, every fucking day. From the sublime to the obvious and nothing in-between (it’s a fragment, please consider re-writing). Doh!

All you good god people, you must be done with the good god that you feel. Across the board you would think!

And yes, limpy estrogen girls do not necessarily run the situation. Unless you dearly like the idea of a poodle fucking with your head until the kingdom cum’ – sublime vs. obvious still. Yes they don’t personally get cragged on it, and through the scale of my emotions, I do get a) bored with it (forbidden fruit), and b) I’m less than a dickhead thanks ;-P, so why rise to it.

And stop eating my ‘gap’ or ‘crack’ or whatever the fuck you did to me, like it was some immaculate thanksgiving. Shit the fuck off!

The gaining characters appear to have switched sides so often that our ability to tell the good guys from the bad guys from the bad guys has been completely eroded.

I’m A Special Individual – Got Grief?

En-ended Topulation / The End-Game Solution / By Greg Wade

If I may enter into another greedy-ass synopsis, that of course uses the new-age insular corner programming of power vs. existence. If we could only break from amoral fetish if only for a moment (yes). Thus attempt to admonish the silly Mac-daddy-heads in the process. Ahem.

So here is a subscript for all you fellow fret-head diviners, like the gentlemen at MIT’ having once writ before. Utilising the concept of an anti-cave, a subversive derivative of environment mapping and programming, I which to engage in a co-professional arrangement in entropy of stag mire, and deliverance.

Hoping if only for the fact that this is not even more bent and stupid as an inquiry. We have used contemporised music as a caste system. And the radio and TV programming (basified-media) as a semantic weapon of ill-truth and discussion. As if to bring a conjunction between enemies for topological repose.

I guess what we are discussing really is some sort of inception of smile now and cry later, if only giving up the ghost and making it all mine. The Trendy-Ops of 888 have tended only to end all proceedings. The super-dude sport of pritch your sensors seems admonic and full of fools hate. It is just the spear of an axis, a tribune, as all steps lead from nowhere. It will end as procreatic shuddering. Eh!

I will leave you guys with one more for your tackle, If I may offer it as from my somewhat traced career as an interactivity or should I say interface designer from the mid-90’s onwards. Quote: ‘The laws of interactivity: Suck my dead cock, and blow smoke up my ass!’ Gregory Jason WADE.

PS. Got any toys for me? The go fast type of course!

Gimme Gimme Gimme Gim??

“Ignorance breeds fear, and fear breeds superstition. Ignorance, fear and superstition were always the beginning of nightmare.”

“The winner sows hatred because the loser must suffer. Give up winning and losing, then find joy.”

“As the works of men speak to other men, so life is the message the universe sends to itself.”

“The monstrous is only a question of opinion. To some of us, opinions are so precious that we will die for them, again and again.”

“To compromise with evil, clouds the clarity with which we should strive for the good.”

THE UNDER CROWN