i was going to say the top of his face doesnt look heavy enough for the bottom of it, then i read this:
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Read spent only 13 months outside prison between the ages of 20 and 38, having been convicted of crimes including armed robbery, firearm offences, assault and kidnapping. While in Pentridge Prison's H division in the late 1970s, Read launched a prison war. His gang, dubbed "The Overcoat Gang" because they wore long coats all year round to conceal their weapons, were involved in several hundred acts of violence against a larger opposing gang during this period. Around this time, Read had a fellow inmate cut both of his (Read's) ears off in order to be able to leave H division temporarily
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HARDWARE
SOFTWARE
MALWARE AND
HAMWARE
CAN BE WARDED OFF FOR A COUPLE THREE DAYS?
COULD IT HURT?
HAS IT BEEN DONE?
COURT IS NOW OUT OF SESSION
PLEASE PAY THE CLERK $14,725 AT YOUR EARLIEREST HAMVENIANCE.
J.BROWEN ESQUIRE.
FIN.
You know I've flown to different countries and bought systems to assemble my Self with cash; no phone, no corrupted USB sticks that inexplicably don't exist (even when Bob finds a page that lists like 3 legitimate-appearing suppliers who apparently are inexplicably out of stock. After accepting payment which is just optimal commerce I suppose, if one is not imagining much repeat business incoming. This USB conspiracy stuff is pretty fucking transparent. Like I don't know how stupid you'd have to be to imagine there isn't a pressing Need or a pressing Demand for this kind of basic functionality but you really have to be looking for it seriously to realise how seriously it's just inexplicably near-impossible to acquire. There's no coincidences in this world, but morons have been imagining God works in 'mysterious' ways for a very long time.
When I did this in Singapore - actually, every time I bought a new system only to be horrified, I played these stupid denialist games on my Self. I'd always find an Obvious reason, a stupid mistake I'd made, something that gave me a reason to keep on keeping on but that's insane. Technology is so complex, I cannot really imagine a single person - no matter how brilliant they are at coding (I can't even do basic HTML tags) - could even be expected to know everything about a single product like a smart phone or laptop. It'd be like millions of pages of code so I was never going down that route. I just went the logical route eventually, and started questioning listed functionality. Now, imagining that what is listed is actually was is in existence is a stupidity beneath me but the telling aspect of this whole hilarity is how moronic this world truly is. Trusting vassals who know that Power acts in their best interests, to protect them from Power. I mean really, niggers be the stupidest niggers imaginable.
This is a world where I cannot ask why Apple was forcing everyone to not merely download dozens of superfluous language packs that one cannot possibly have use for, cannot possibly imagine a use for but could - literally so easily - simply add post-installation if one imagined they could have a use for Traditional Chinese (for example - I cannot even recognise a single symbol of Simplified Chinese). The reason I cannot ask questions like this is because no one else cares. I'm not going to tell people to care about something as important as what is not logically or remotely sane to force onto a system (unless the motive is malicious, and one's perception of sanity has been corrupted). I'm just going to laugh because I can process the implications.
The implications are processed, at least in the sense of correcting my perception of Reality. And a world that doesn't care about ludicrous things like that, or doesn't care that cars are speed limited to 240 or 280kph in a nation where the fastest you can drive legally is 110kph; that world is going to be Power's playground. That's a world that cannot be reduced by Power much further. My point being, the mere idea that they can somehow be negated or protected from or even challenged or somehow mitigated, this is just ludicrous perception.The creators of technology have access to their systems. it's that simple. I wasted a year trying to pretend otherwise.
Throughout all the insanity, what you're suggesting was always going to be (in my idiotic mind) the worst possible scenario. New identity. What are they going to; they won't even know a damn thing. I cannot and won't speculate on things I cannot even fathom without spluttering and shuddering, but I finally just gave up and didn't pack up - simply moved to Hong Kong. For good. Left everything in Bkk long-term storage; no plans to return. I brought literally nothing to Hong Kong. Just completely starting from scratch - my plan was to image a clean machine then make a gazillion forms of backups of the clean image (because I've literally never managed to install one) - the first night I missed the cut-off for the computer market and trying to find this night market on the subway, I got ludicrously lost but it was fine; I was mostly riding all over Hong Kong writing this dumb book in my head semi-sleep deprived which (at the time, when I imagined I could write) I imagined was pretty funny. It was just about Western preconceptions of superiority which simply aren't valid. And of course, I imagined Hong Kong would be just like Thailand and every Westphalia nation-state where all the reduced retarded slaves are made to be certain their plantation is the bestest of all slave plantations - You want me to fight, kill and maybe even lose limbs or die defending it from liberators or superior cultural masters? Are you kidding? I'd be honoured. - it's fucking hilarious how morons who've never been outside of their television will be so certain of what they know that they'll literally kill and die because they trust their preferred $200 million private media conglomerate to always tell them Truth. To be fair to the imbeciles, they know the other guys lie like you wouldn't believe. They're always half-right.
But I'd was comparing my first impressions of Hong Kong with an almost similar night first evening in London where I had hours to kill before my mates got off work and I just rode around on the Underground for hours looking at the retards which had escaped from the zoo. Just...reduced so low, the exploitation and slavery in London is incomprehensible (that they'd just put up with it is terrifying; that they'd fight an with invasion / occupying force from any nation is beyond comical). My friends were living with local Brits, there was 12 of them in a flat in some shithole area a fucking half km walk from the nearest Tube station. They simply had to. The rental prices and their salaries, I ran all the maths and almost vomited. This is slavery, by any definition but I was keeping my 'negativity' to my Self. I just couldn't work out what they were supposed to be living for; like, wtf? Where is the upside? I couldn't see it. Girls, obv. Some cute ones too. Dumber than fucking dogshit but then I didn't realise in those days how much honeypot retardation is going on. In the Reality I was spending so much time denying in my "thinking positive" obsession.
They all worked like 60 hr weeks in hospitality. I swear they were dumber than they used to be, at school. I didn't feel I'd gotten much brighter or changed. They were definitely dumber for having lived in London for a few years. I was starting to get a little unnerved. So I just kicked along. Going from my LUDICROUSLY overpriced PIECE OF SHIT 360 quid/night or w/e terrible shitty hotel room which I'd spent an hour imagining I was being wry or zany complaining about - to their hovel and back - it was all very disturbing. London is a real shithole. There's no easy way to say that but straight out. It's a piece of shit and everyone is retarded about a retarded game. I mean, it's one thing to enjoy football. But to talk it literally non-stop? And I don't shit about football really but I still knew enough to know these imbeciles talk it non-stop and they knew less than I did. Something is going there that is really dark and I was getting creeped out so I just fucked off and blocked it out. But in Hong Kong years later, I was remembering it all as I rode this advanced subway system that would probably be IMPOSSIBLE to get lost in, unless it was all coded and you couldn't work out wtf any symbols meant or even match the pokies symbols from the stations to the map. I gave up and just cruised around for hours watching the Chinese.
At one station I got off imagining I'd finally solved the code (I hadn't) there was this guy on his Bluetooth screaming having a conversation with ___? That's just literally unheard of in Thailand. No one has emotions like that. People were obviously looking at him, but they were shaking their heads, laughing, snickering; in Thailand, I can't even imagine what the reaction would be. Horror, of some kind. I mean this is PURIFIED insanity. Total disregard for anything but whatever insane violent feelings had possessed him as he screamed at someone who I guess wasn't hanging up so two insane narcissists and no one was intervening. I guess he wasn't hurting anyone but children shouldn't see degrading shit like that. It's funny that what people will imagine is okay v what they freak out about. Like public displays of affection are kind of; they're tough when they get really pathetic and insanely creepy. I've never seen junkies that out of control; and by "that" I mean as insane as so many vassals who get emotional about football or even aggressive over something as insane as both of them being ludicrously wrong but in their own little bubble of insane fuck. And screaming in fury into a Bluetooth headset in the middle of a crowded (but otherwise really modern and slick subway station) is just...where do you draw the line on insanity in a world where 70% of insane imbeciles literally pretend to believe in gods they don't believe in (Muslims drink and cavort with the opposite sex, Christians haven't forsaken all that they hath and so forth - and it's insane if they are True Believers and insane to be pretending to be if they're not), 30-40% of the population walks around with chemicals not tested on animals (or tested - fuck knows which is more horrifying) on their faces to appear either "presentable in public" or to manipulate perception via brazen deception in order to make themselves appear more sexually desirable. And emotions are just out of control.
It's kinda hilarious and suicide-inducing that girls can pay (or have someone else pay) for breast 'enhancement' that puts this fucking absurd child-bearing sized (but rock hard perky, which doesn't look comical at all) mammary glands on these skinny anorexic frames that might weigh 35-40 kg. And if you look at them, you're being rude. So they're trying for hours every day to make themselves more attractive(?) to look at, but if you look they're like "omg you pig" (or something, I imagine - I don't look up close cause I've seen it all prior from distance). Just WTF? Endless insanity everywhere. Doesn't seem to bother anyone. Never seen a junkie that fucking crazy.
It's curious, is all. This is all considered quite sane in this batshit insane world.
And it's all really the same, whether East or West; the major insanities are all there and humans are basically the same except for idiosyncrasies like the Thais being a bit cool and standoffish and seemingly reserved - but all that actually merely reflects a conscious awareness that in shared spaces, you aren't the King of the World. And at no point does the world revolve around you and your impossibly important VIP slave bullshit. I think that's my primary issue with public displays of affection. It's not really a problem I have with the affection or the displayed emotion, but rather it's the implications of imagining you're just that Special that creeps me out. I know you're Special. Your mother knows it. You know it. Count up all the people who know it and will vouch for it.
That's your hit list.
Every single problem on the planet is the fault of Special people. They're more important than you and I will ever be, if only because their significant other or significant mother is about as insignificant as anyone Needy will ever be. I know your inate Special is important enough to die for because when you're racing the clock to punch-in, you're late so often that this one time, someone who has a larger readership than mine once confused the scene for "a rat race". But this was not the case, of course. I am trying to correct the record because it's unfair to rats to assert that they would be so insane as to race to get absolutely nowhere. If the spectator had called it a hamster race, then this would be a lot more fair. I have no special love for rats but I don't care for lazy smear. It was an understandable mistake for a spectator to make but as if any species but hamsters and humans would race to death for no reason? The Truth is that no one was racing. Slaves are paid by the hour. Everyone was just running late.
An appointment not important enough to make a convincing effort at punctuality for probably isn't important enough to die for. Thankfully, car manufacturers give you that capacity to really step on the gas and make up lost time. They care about you. So do all the motoring associations who lie brazenly in the newspapers in such sickening and insulting fashion, I mean; what it is with you all and lies? Why aren't these guys hunted down and stripped naked of their skin? They're murdering children. This is not even debatable.
Eh what do you care. You'd care. You just don't care until it happens to you. It happens to you. All the things you don't care about. But I'm writing in Farsi because that's funny too. The other day I was 25 min late to an appointment that literally was not my fault. I had a Special (the other kind of special) moped driver who seemed to fall asleep at the lights. I didn't know how to motivate him to turn right onto Asoke. We missed two greens as traffic flew past us. I've never been in that situation before. I was in it for 14 minutes. Everyone was looking at us, as if I could do anything? Was I supposed to hit him? I don't invade people's personal space. Was I supposed to yell? I don't like to raise my voice, especially not in public. Getting angry is such a maniacal emotion; but I was getting pretty angry because it was a very important appointment; not because my time in valuable but because other people's time is valuable and when I steal it, it pisses me the fuck off.
I flashed my phone with a new ROM and the result was that FoodbyPhone were calling me for nearly an hour where this dull buzzing from outside my window was driving me nuts. It turned out to be inside my window and my new ringing tone. 99% of people in that position there would 'make up for it' with emotional currency; profuse apologies, remorse, vomit etc.
The poor delivery rider...I was his final delivery of the day, so I basically had him waiting until 11:30pm as another staff member kept back after work was trying to get ahold of me for an hour. If looks could kill...I'd be dead. But if looks could bring you back to life, I'd have been Lazarus because I don't insult people with emotional currency. This is how to be Selfish.
That's the difference between you and I, I think. You care about you. I care about me. So you couldn't give a fuck about me, unless I disadvantage you. I get angry when you are disadvantaged by me. My way is better than yours. I am better than you.
I got to the appointment okay, third green light is the charm I suppose. Sample size isn't large enough to assert I can know that for certain, but then my new private cinema isn't that large either.
Only seats 12 people. Not sure there is room for you, actually. Maybe next time.
This is where I could get fit, if I wanted to be. Chances are, Marlboro aren't going to lose a customer of my pedigree any time soon.
I interrupt the viewing of my new apartment to say Grace. Thank you Holy Father for not making me stupid enough to be Christian. And thank you Holy Father for not ever permitting us to own bikes as children, because I swear to your Holy Vile Name that I am literally dumb enough to make dislocating my hand in the spokes a bicycle wheel a damn near certainty.
And you know how Faith Healing works, right? I think kids get a break from doctors' shrewd. Something tells me that kids would turn them into physicians. At least, christ I really hope that this is true.
It doesn't matter if you don't bring your kid to see the doc. It's not that I think this kid's mother Knew Best like my mother. I think both our mothers simply couldn't have cared less. There are more children where that one came from. Thank you Heavenly Father for loving me more than this boy, and letting me sleep with cute girls and eat food and stuff. The only 'advantage' this kid has on me is I have to take more showers. But it's hardly a wash. I win! No really. I beat this fucking kid innit?
Win.
I'd rather win another way. But I think to win like that, we're going to have to kill all Toddlers. Your mother burned you in her ovan. You're toast, one suspects. Fucking children, and that's being diplomatic.
I hope you get your arm caught in a bicycle wheel and get it reset because you're so lucky you can afford that shit. Then I hope you get hit by a truck on your way home to say Grace.
This is where I will almost certainly be sleeping alone.
No, I'll be sleeping with Xanny in the theater room. sfo
That is, assuming my friend didn't fuck me in the ass with her moronic imbecility. Xanny came up to say Hi and we were chatting and my friend suddenly decides to be useful. But I did not solicit or enlist her assistance? Call me a narcissist but if I didn't know better, this would entirely be about me. I only tell the story to make the point about Insanity. See, she's very shrewd. Just like you. You'd be great together and in a world where you had something - anything - going for you, I could totally see that happening.
But this is Reality. Where you are (unfortunately) you and I am me and what I am not is a moronic tree. But girls will just piss on their property; imagining they're being impossibly shrewd. It's very embarrassing for everyone involved. I'm vaguely aware this is the point, in the mind of the emotionally insane urinater who is thinking in terms of property rights, very - very - stupidly. Once the forced smiles are drained (they're basically out of stock), a girl who does this creepy 'friendly' shit will be wondering why I don't respond to her screened numbers, her messages on Facebook after she's de-Friended her Self. They feign confusion. They tell me I'm imagining it. This is what imbeciles do when they're liars (if they lie, you're being 'paranoid'; just ask them and they'll insult you).
Only the insane tell the sane they're paranoid for imagining that someone who doesn't have an explanation for their actions could have malicious intent.
Everyone tells me I imagine things. I imagine so much malice, it's remarkable. But they have a tell. They tell me I'm imagining what I'm imagining. Except I haven't told them what I was imagining. Somehow, they just know. Coincidence, I suppose. Toddlers aren't really shrewd. They're just Needy. They Need me. I don't Need them.
And I don't imagine their unsolicited urination.
I didn't imagine I could have a use for looking at system files for over a decade. I didn't imagine suddenly imagining a Need to change up my behaviour. I was kind of doing okay with computers until that point, as 'interesting' as they are. I don't imagine my friends repping unmovable stones that don't bleed when I'm in desperate need of a tiny return favour (when they owed me everything). I don't imagine they're helping when I haven't asked them for help. Toddlers' incapacity to comprehend "non-solicitation" is a big fucking Christian problem for them. They're not shrewd. They just imagine they're being crafty as they shoot themselves (and everyone else) in the foot. It's just hilarious that you literally cannot get a friend to do you the slightest return favour, but when they want to urinate on you suddenly they're all taking the initiative when it hasn't been solicited and they start intentionally not fucking helping.
You stupid fucking niggers. Learn how to read. Or don't. But shut up with your pretending not to care when you care so much you lie through your brazen filthy whore mother's snivelling teeth.
I'm not really angry. I'm just bored. And I wanted to make a very brilliant point for you about perception. In the sentence above, there are many emotive words. They'll be as emotive as you imagine they could be. But they're just letters? I literally couldn't give a fuck about your mother or you. I'd like to but you have to get some value first. I've already got a fucking world of screaming Needy shells lined up in a queue ready to lean on me. I need value. I don't Need those who reduce, or try to.
Laws are used by Power to insult you but really they're just laughing at you because you're hilarious? There might be something I'm missing but I was in this Hong Kong underground maze for hours, way past midnight. I was lost but it was cool. I had nothing to do. I was just thinking, you ever done that? It's cool. You should try it sometime. Let me know about it, when you do. But I was thinking about James Bond in Hong Kong. I don't get it. He's got a Special "double-O" license to kill but I don't get it?
Explain to me how I don't have the identical license to kill for the British government, or for any government - even if they've never heard of me. You think this is dumb? Make the logical case for why James Bond has an advantage when it comes to killing humans with his Special license. He can get inserted, he can get extricated; it seems he usually has to manage the latter himself and I can insert you into literally any nation on the planet if you can parachute. We could even take a commercial flight or a bumpy Range Rover ride. What's so special about James Bond's "Special 00 designation"?
In between Asoke and Ratchada, very close to RCA on the left and Thonglor / Ekkamai on the right. Both about 5-10 min in traffic. It's on the doorstep of MRT and it's the greatest building I've ever seen. I'm literally a moron for living in hotels because the Thais finally caught up on Internet I think . I was in the lobby using their free wireless. Never seen or used faster internet in my life.
That pool is the cats meow. Chick is a six. Bad beat on that kids left hand. Sure were a lot of references to "you" and "your" superior ways in that post. Good thing you aren't a narcissist. I mean you can't be one if you say you aren't one. Right. Also liked the part about me being mikes mom and also translucent or transparent or transformative or whatever. Looking forward to some irrefutable logic that explains my inability to refract light and why I have old lady titties.
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