Monday, July 23, 2018

what i'd do with my billions part six

Hey watch this. Nah. Don't. Don't waste your time. Go read a book.

Okay, woke up this morning ,  a 'human' 'body'  - a swirling galaxy of hormone and hit-n-miss stasis yearning complex systems, hundreds upon thousands of cells and biochemicals and other agents following orders, genetic orders, just doing what it does. A hulking biochemical protein shake, mastered by some internal drive - some sort  of driver, a motivational electrical lump of grey coil. There mere fact that I, and you, and you, and even the most 'un-deserving' of us  at-all exist is analogous to winning the lottery a million times over, in some sort of sequence that eventually indicates Pi (?) But NO. THEY want you to believe you are nothing but a servant of the consumer system we have no option but to follow. They want you to serve and follow and compromise your life away for the local industrialist - because an entrepreneur is morally, dynamically, geo-physically, psychologically.......MORE JUST. More worthy of a place on Earths heavenly spaces.
They want you to just get on with the mundanity. So do it. And in the main, of course, without question, we do. Thats how the banking cartels planned it, and that's how we play it. Amen.
Today, i require a secretary to schedule my many meetings with Kazakhstani real estate agents, councilors and actors. I need to do some work on the  'Patagonia Deal' (worst deal ever) . 
I need to now look into purchasing a few venues spaces in Berlin - if indeed such a thing is possible anymore. These are the new days son - its is patently obvious the illuminatiists want the anti-establishmentarian hippy/punk youth movements to dry up, to die: to be forgotten like some vainglorious dream, some abberative vapourtrail, some anomalous monopole moment that almost......really......REALLY did rock the boat. They have done well in re-packaging, reviewing and re-telling the story, literally selling it for pennies on the pound back to younger, potentially deadlier  generations (the mass shooters/the iphone addicts/the monosyllabists) - each one to be directed further ands further away from the point of departure from conservative control.
My suggestion is that the beginning of the end lof conservative control was the dropping of the nuclear bombs on Nagasaki and Hiroshima - 1945. This is the beginning of the end on a number of fronts. This was the end of the British Empire as statesman or world ruler. This was the beginning of the USA-as-absolute lord of earth, the takeover of  worlds media. When the Solid State technology was formularized, commericalized, rolled out and re-uptaken -- -- -- we arrive at the post modern .


I will keep blogging. Lets go shopping btw, i keep forgetting im a literal 'multi' billionaire. What do i 'want'.
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a THROBBING GRISTLE T-SHIRT line to flood the market at K-MART in Melbourne Australia.
Can this be done? Let us look now for TG tees.
I invisage this incredible pan-psychic pan-sexual pagan act will become an absolute must have cultural staple in the glorious  2020s. I will strike a bargain with








away from melb


Christchurch is great. The inner city is amazing.
I was chewed up and spat out by that hog-like Continent to the north. It took me, and I let it destroy me. And now my pale carcass haunts one of the oldest parts of Christchurch city.
The Anti-Money Laundering and Countering Financing of Terrorism Act 2009

.........is making it difficult to even do something as simple as open a bank account over here. Ohhh well. I mean, I could indeed be doing or planning to do just that - to launder money and to brazenly finance terror. Me and my billions. Oh, that chapter was a piece of fiction by the way. Oh, you knew? Oh ! Ha ha ha  -  guess what world, apparently you are still allowed to dream! And sleep - how does sleep free up markets and labour flows? We need to make sleep more profitable for Mr Rothschild and his many minions worldwide. Don't we just.
No , truth is, oh seeker, that I am not actually a billionaire, I am, for now, at early middle age, a pauper. And in fact, I am going through the arduous process of applying to the NZ government for financial assistance. Since the heady hippy dippy days of the 90s, things have tightened up. Nationals blame the poor ideology and their Neo-Con Think Tanker mateys have helped the NZ government craft a difficult, off-putting, buggy, mix-media/mixed message meme for those about to apply. Talk about hoops!
Okidoki, 2018, i am now deep within Addington/Sydnenam swimming in schizoid. The ever shifting world has no reference point. There is hope and style grafted into the place.is again. 
To receive Welfare you need good references, a laptop and a phone.
Self-conscious, why? Relax . Christchurch city is a small city of 3 hundred or so thousand people,  The soul-crushing/mind warping trauma that is claiming insurance. Residence here, a holier-than-thou  - moralists in cars, right-wingers in big station-wagons. . No car means 'bad person' basically. Everyone seems to put up this stony antarctic front - they're hard and hardened and hardening, if you're a man and you are not wearing high viz - so help me god, you must be bad or weak or deficient in some way. Wild-west economics and disaster capitalism seems to have rendered counter-culture mute. . Societal disapproval oozes copiously from the pores of the holier than thous
'What a Dick' they haarp on, 'fuck off back to Australia' 
People seem genuinely unfriendly.
This will fade though. Perhaps with that feeling my sweeping generalizations will fade too. 
The counter culture has been atomized. 
Hippies and punks and beatniks and freaks and questioners and truthers and sexual deviants and artists and intellectuals and writers and actors.
200 people sleeping rough in the central city. 'Move on' , bum. 
 Sicker puppy. And hate for the world has consumed him. And it's not going away.  Just a first impression on an hyper-impressionable schizo. This is the new age of social media - everyone is a type of target. A kind of walking hard-drive. I  envisage a luddite versus non-luddite war in future. Privacy warriors versus those who have nothing to lose. Rich versus poor. Human farm. We got it good. So good. Soo damn good. So good. So damn good.
Time to start a GG allin inspired band.
 Lets channel that hatred of the worlds vested interests. those vested interests - keeping the world locked into vested modes. I've got vested interests too. I don't want certain things changed. But I'm not going to say what. 
7 years of change.7 years of apartment buildings. 7 years of social media. Don't show the public your weaknesses, don't show anyone pictures of you having a good time, you won't get employed. Don't do anything wrong. Don't do anything different. Don't be a bad person. Don't relax. Don't sleep. Don't dream. Don't retire. Don't run away from bills. Credit rating is your life. People dont care if I live or die. So, really - what? Keep living? Die? Make a difference? Make the world a better place? Have children and propagate my schizoid genes? Drug test all employees. Credit Rating. Social Credit rating. Hows your social media score? Are you credible? What do you do? Nothing? Bad things? Are you lazy? Then die. 
Are you a slacker? Don't send your trash to Australia! I learnt that lesson. I paid taxes there and now they have my super. Kiwi migrant cash-cow. Negative negative negative. Beat beat beat. Don't forget your supporting documents - you may be a terrorist assuming someones identity. Dream jobs. As in - you should have a job in your sleep state also - we can't slack off just because its a dream. I'm considering an administrative role in the dream job sector. And dream tax . Media tells me what to believe. And I believe it. Post truther - Doctor Nothing. Not much really. The wealthy are just better people. Better men. Good, hard-working Calvinists.
I find it difficult to apply spirituality to this world. Because I am consumed by hate for this world.