Monday, July 23, 2018

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 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 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. 

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