Even before the man was fully awake, his past had returned to haunt him. It started with flickers of memory, snippets of conversations from his childhood, hurtful things which stung his soul anew. Then came fragments of longing for a girl whose heart now belonged to another, and the pain he’d attached to her erstwhile departure from his life.
Laying there under the covers, the sky outside his bedroom window yet dark, ancient modes of suffering coursed through his mind, familiar pathways that he’d worn deep into the essence his being through constant repetition. Happiness too flowed through him, but it was stunted, its blossoming retarded by his decision to be teleported back to events that existed solely within his neural circuitry.
‘I alone am responsible for the daily reliving of these pains and pleasures,’ he thought to himself as he prepared his meditation area. ‘To rid myself of them, I must either die, or rob them of power by meditating.’ Since he did not feel like dying that day, he sat down, closed his eyes, and began to breathe - with purpose.
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23 February 2017
21 February 2017
bog body found
An immaculately preserved male Stone Age body was found in a peat bog located south of the city of Pyltagrad, in western Grigovia. Discovered using ground-penetrating radar deployed by the Antiquities and Relics division of the Grigovian Ministry of Culture, the site is proving rich in artifacts. The Ministry was alerted to area by the Yiptlong Preservation Society, a band of local amateur treasure hunters whose stated goal is to locate and protect archaeological finds in geologically sensitive areas.
In addition to the leathery remains of the deceased, so far the site has yielded the following items: six flint arrowheads of masterful quality; a quiver made from woven reeds; four strands of pearls still attached to their silken threads; a box with interior compartments for roots, bark-shavings, and medicinal herbs believed to be a rudimentary first-aid kit; as well as a short hunting bow complete with twisted horse-hair bowstring. The discovery of silk appears to provide support for the theory that a major trading route from the region where China now sits once ran through the Glorious Republic of Grigovia.
Radiocarbon techniques date the man to the third millennium Before Common Era. Scientists conducting a series of careful examinations on the body have concluded that he was roughly forty years old, and that his last meal was a cooked mash of gooseflesh, berries, and a local variant of yam. The quality of the discovered artifacts as well as tattoos located on the man’s spine and face have led researchers to assume he was a member of a priestly or ruling class. There is no evidence of foul play or ceremonial sacrifice; his death seems to have occurred accidentally.
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In addition to the leathery remains of the deceased, so far the site has yielded the following items: six flint arrowheads of masterful quality; a quiver made from woven reeds; four strands of pearls still attached to their silken threads; a box with interior compartments for roots, bark-shavings, and medicinal herbs believed to be a rudimentary first-aid kit; as well as a short hunting bow complete with twisted horse-hair bowstring. The discovery of silk appears to provide support for the theory that a major trading route from the region where China now sits once ran through the Glorious Republic of Grigovia.
Radiocarbon techniques date the man to the third millennium Before Common Era. Scientists conducting a series of careful examinations on the body have concluded that he was roughly forty years old, and that his last meal was a cooked mash of gooseflesh, berries, and a local variant of yam. The quality of the discovered artifacts as well as tattoos located on the man’s spine and face have led researchers to assume he was a member of a priestly or ruling class. There is no evidence of foul play or ceremonial sacrifice; his death seems to have occurred accidentally.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
20 February 2017
on justifiable things
A thing happened. It happened because of a different thing. The second thing was justifiable as a reaction to the first thing, people were told, even though it appalled and bothered them. They believed what they were told, however, because they were still in shock from when the initial thing took place, which was, in fact, recently. ‘The thing we don’t really think is cool had to happen, or else the thing we really do not at all like will probably happen again,’ they said to one another, the logic traveling speedily through the population.
‘The original thing happened because of something we did to cause it, though, something that the people who did the thing we really do not at all like did out of retaliation for something we did to them that they really did not at all like,’ one man said, drawing scornful gazes. ‘The folks who did the thing we really do not at all like wouldn’t have had to do it if we hadn’t done that thing to them.’
This put doubt in the minds of many, but not enough. ‘That man dares question our reasons for having to do the thing we don’t really think is cool. Seize him!’ the majority demanded, grasping the doubting man and clapping him in irons. ‘This court finds you guilty of doubting the wisdom of us having had to have done the thing no one really thinks is cool,’ the head judge said, his face a twisted rictus. ‘Do you have anything to say in your defense?’
‘I speak the truth about all things,’ the man said. He looked out at the gathered crowd, but all his erstwhile supporters had abandoned him - for fear of retribution. ‘You will clearly not repent,’ the judge said, ‘wherefore you shall spend the rest of your days behind bars. Remove this man!’
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‘The original thing happened because of something we did to cause it, though, something that the people who did the thing we really do not at all like did out of retaliation for something we did to them that they really did not at all like,’ one man said, drawing scornful gazes. ‘The folks who did the thing we really do not at all like wouldn’t have had to do it if we hadn’t done that thing to them.’
This put doubt in the minds of many, but not enough. ‘That man dares question our reasons for having to do the thing we don’t really think is cool. Seize him!’ the majority demanded, grasping the doubting man and clapping him in irons. ‘This court finds you guilty of doubting the wisdom of us having had to have done the thing no one really thinks is cool,’ the head judge said, his face a twisted rictus. ‘Do you have anything to say in your defense?’
‘I speak the truth about all things,’ the man said. He looked out at the gathered crowd, but all his erstwhile supporters had abandoned him - for fear of retribution. ‘You will clearly not repent,’ the judge said, ‘wherefore you shall spend the rest of your days behind bars. Remove this man!’
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17 February 2017
dreamstate writing 17 February
There are other parts of last night’s dream that I remembered upon first waking up that are however lost to me now. What sticks in my mind is a great battle, a siege, straight out of Peter Jackson’s Battle for Helm’s Deep.
I and a half dozen others were on a high parapet firing three-armed crossbows at forces attacking from below. The entire area was lit by a diffuse, white-golden light. In the dream I thought to myself something like, ‘This is just a movie set and these contraptions are just props, so they won’t be able to fire their darts far, or well.’ The dart I then fired flew poorly, bouncing off the siege engine below, a paltry effort. Once my doubt vanished, however, the darts flew true, doing damage.
The battle heated up; one of the humanoid but inhuman assailants reached our position, wreaking havoc on the troops to my right. In a way no longer known to me I managed to fight him off and fling him down, but he was caught whilst falling by a long-necked beast that sported the head of a horse. Such was its size its head reached up to where I was standing. With the assailant in its mouth it turned its head toward me so that a single wet eye was looking directly my way. In the dream I picked up a tankard of some sort, flinging it against the equine skull. The tankard bounced off, whereupon I flung another. Nothing I did seemed to scare off the horse-headed mutant.
Here, my recollection of the dreaming ends.
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I and a half dozen others were on a high parapet firing three-armed crossbows at forces attacking from below. The entire area was lit by a diffuse, white-golden light. In the dream I thought to myself something like, ‘This is just a movie set and these contraptions are just props, so they won’t be able to fire their darts far, or well.’ The dart I then fired flew poorly, bouncing off the siege engine below, a paltry effort. Once my doubt vanished, however, the darts flew true, doing damage.
The battle heated up; one of the humanoid but inhuman assailants reached our position, wreaking havoc on the troops to my right. In a way no longer known to me I managed to fight him off and fling him down, but he was caught whilst falling by a long-necked beast that sported the head of a horse. Such was its size its head reached up to where I was standing. With the assailant in its mouth it turned its head toward me so that a single wet eye was looking directly my way. In the dream I picked up a tankard of some sort, flinging it against the equine skull. The tankard bounced off, whereupon I flung another. Nothing I did seemed to scare off the horse-headed mutant.
Here, my recollection of the dreaming ends.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
16 February 2017
melon-colored menace
The foetid orange salamander settled into its whitewashed lair, lashing out at anything it mused was wrong in the world. With a burp of oily flame it burned down a distant village filled with emigres fleeing war in their shattered homeland. With a flick of its slimy tail it sent shudders through the realms of man, threatening to shatter all the progress he had made, to date.
Though it wallowed among heaps of shoddy gold, in its beady eyes gleamed an insatiable lust for greater riches. Its paltry loins swelled briefly at the sound of manflesh approaching, women on their way to vespers. In a flash it had scurried from its spoiled chamber set deep in the heart of a great capital city. It fell upon the maidens, rending their clothes and raping them forthwith. Weeping and ruined, they limped away, their peace dashed, their hearts broken for lack of recourse.
No one knew how to get rid of the sickly amphibian, for in a time of great distress the weak-willed and fearful types among them had chosen it as their leader, granting it terrible and far-reaching power.
“Woe be unto our race,” the humans said to each other - never in public, only within the close privacy of friendship. “The orange ‘mander will ruin us, sure.”
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑
Though it wallowed among heaps of shoddy gold, in its beady eyes gleamed an insatiable lust for greater riches. Its paltry loins swelled briefly at the sound of manflesh approaching, women on their way to vespers. In a flash it had scurried from its spoiled chamber set deep in the heart of a great capital city. It fell upon the maidens, rending their clothes and raping them forthwith. Weeping and ruined, they limped away, their peace dashed, their hearts broken for lack of recourse.
No one knew how to get rid of the sickly amphibian, for in a time of great distress the weak-willed and fearful types among them had chosen it as their leader, granting it terrible and far-reaching power.
“Woe be unto our race,” the humans said to each other - never in public, only within the close privacy of friendship. “The orange ‘mander will ruin us, sure.”
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑
14 February 2017
dreamstate writing 14 February 2016
The dream started with awareness of being in the upper reaches of a tall tower. Two others were there near the top with me, women by the sound of their voices and the glimpses I caught of their hurried movements. Through the center of the building ran a broad shaft, reaching all the way up and down, fully enclosed by the building’s superstructure. At first, I was afraid of approaching the railing at the edge of the shaft, preferring to wander the darkened corridors that made up the building’s higher floors.
After a while, however, I leaned over the railing and found the pair of women clinging adeptly to rafters. They were reaching black plastic shopping bags filled with laundry up and down, a thousand feet of open air between them and what looked like a lobby area, far below. I exchanged a few words with the laundry movers, a pleasant conversation which I no longer remember. Other humans were at work in the lobby, tiny figures who were rearranging large pieces of furniture. A sense of knowing filtered up to me, the notion that there is yet time for me to procreate, that I have permission to do so.
Making my way down to the tower’s lower levels to get a closer view of what was going on (as in many dreams I don’t know exactly how I got down, merely that of a sudden I had arrived), I noticed an immense hall stretching out to one side. Its entrance was staffed by a female maitre d’ who was standing at an upright lecturer’s pulpit, a rectangular box made of dark wood complete with bronze reading lamp. She and I exchanged a few words, which I do not remember. No matter to which side of her I moved, I could not clearly see her face; a curtain of long brown hair hid it too well. The only visible feature was a sidelong glancing eye that flashed my way, keeping me in view. The hall before us was so long I could not fathom its end. Seemingly endless rows of columns with horseshoe arches such as those found in Muslim architecture - the Moorish Alhambra castle in Spain, for example - rose from the floor of the hall to its ceiling. The gate guardian and I stood on an elevated platform that looked down onto the polished expanses of stone flooring below.
I made my way over to one of the columns for to get a closer look. The column itself was made of a solid length of blue-green marble, whereas its upper reaches appeared to be covered with snakeskin leather. I said words of praise about the unique construction and reached out a hand to feel the snakeskin, which was loose and supple to the touch.
Then, I awoke from the dream and carried the restless dachshund, who shares with me my bed, back to the kitchen so she could void her bowels.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
After a while, however, I leaned over the railing and found the pair of women clinging adeptly to rafters. They were reaching black plastic shopping bags filled with laundry up and down, a thousand feet of open air between them and what looked like a lobby area, far below. I exchanged a few words with the laundry movers, a pleasant conversation which I no longer remember. Other humans were at work in the lobby, tiny figures who were rearranging large pieces of furniture. A sense of knowing filtered up to me, the notion that there is yet time for me to procreate, that I have permission to do so.
Making my way down to the tower’s lower levels to get a closer view of what was going on (as in many dreams I don’t know exactly how I got down, merely that of a sudden I had arrived), I noticed an immense hall stretching out to one side. Its entrance was staffed by a female maitre d’ who was standing at an upright lecturer’s pulpit, a rectangular box made of dark wood complete with bronze reading lamp. She and I exchanged a few words, which I do not remember. No matter to which side of her I moved, I could not clearly see her face; a curtain of long brown hair hid it too well. The only visible feature was a sidelong glancing eye that flashed my way, keeping me in view. The hall before us was so long I could not fathom its end. Seemingly endless rows of columns with horseshoe arches such as those found in Muslim architecture - the Moorish Alhambra castle in Spain, for example - rose from the floor of the hall to its ceiling. The gate guardian and I stood on an elevated platform that looked down onto the polished expanses of stone flooring below.
I made my way over to one of the columns for to get a closer look. The column itself was made of a solid length of blue-green marble, whereas its upper reaches appeared to be covered with snakeskin leather. I said words of praise about the unique construction and reached out a hand to feel the snakeskin, which was loose and supple to the touch.
Then, I awoke from the dream and carried the restless dachshund, who shares with me my bed, back to the kitchen so she could void her bowels.
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⌶ȯ☉˙𝈣ꜛᙀᚼ_⺵_ᚼᙀꜛ𝈣˙☉ȯ⌶
Rest assured, rest of the world - things in America are looking up. Our courts are strong; they fight executive overreach. Our warplanes can’t fly; they lack spare parts. Our women stand woke; they battle against the cruel rule of a boorish man-baby.
We have gone astray these last seventy years, but perhaps, with luck, we’ll stop trying to be the world’s policeman and instead focus our efforts on the problems we face here on Turtle Island. Perhaps, with luck, we’ll honestly face the fact that we are addicted to oil, a polluting chemical.
These difficult challenges we face, these dire realities that confront us, will not be dealt with quickly or easily. The few persons who profit from them do not represent the rest of America, because most Ynki are focused on day-to-day living. Please give us more time to deal with our collective madness and return this nation to the principles upon which it was founded. Aho.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
We have gone astray these last seventy years, but perhaps, with luck, we’ll stop trying to be the world’s policeman and instead focus our efforts on the problems we face here on Turtle Island. Perhaps, with luck, we’ll honestly face the fact that we are addicted to oil, a polluting chemical.
These difficult challenges we face, these dire realities that confront us, will not be dealt with quickly or easily. The few persons who profit from them do not represent the rest of America, because most Ynki are focused on day-to-day living. Please give us more time to deal with our collective madness and return this nation to the principles upon which it was founded. Aho.
americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
10 February 2017
on Californian secession
Following the example of Britain’s exit from the European Union, citizens’ groups within the Republic of California began exploring the steps required for it to drop out of the Union of American States. According to legal scholars, a people’s referendum will be needed for the West Coast industrial and agricultural powerhouse to secede peacefully from the confederation it joined in the year 1850. The U.S. Constitution prohibits violent secessions, but ones proceeding in a calm and peaceful manner are permitted. Proponents of California’s Exit from the United States, also known as Calexit, say it will allow the residents of that state to determine their own future without undue influence from bureaucrats in far-off Washington, D.C. According to the movement’s official website, Calexit is about “California [...] standing as an equal among nations.” The world’s sixth largest economy, the Golden State has long been a haven to which forward-thinking and enterprising individuals have flocked. Another effort under way is to establish the State of Jefferson in parts of northern California and southern Oregon.
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americanifesto / JPR / whorphan / 場黑麥
06 February 2017
☽·Ĥ☐ꜛ⟳且⥢ī⥤且⟲ꜛ☐Ĥ·☾
cloudy and lacking lustre, pickled yet in botanist’s gin, his mind fired sluggishly
03 February 2017
ungovernable citizens coalesce
In response to the election of a billionaire fascist to the Presidency, a loose assemblage of persons calling themselves at times the Ungovernable Citizens Coalition (UCC) has begun to organize across the United States. Coming together with the apparent aim of causing such disruptions to the legislative, judicial, and commercial aspects of the American republic as to bring the entire system to a screeching halt, the UCC urges Americans to peacefully assemble and assert their Constitutional rights. There will be no requests made for permits to assemble, as they are not needed. There will be no muzzling of free speech by the U.S. police state’s violent thugs, as such action fly in the face of this nation’s basic and founding principles. (Here is an article that asks if the current U.S. federal government acts in a manner nearly identical to a past king of England, from whom we cut loose in a war for independence.)
Foremost among the goals of these #ungovernable people is to resist the Dakota Access Pipeline, a petroleum infrastructure project in which Trump is financially invested. When the supposed ‘leader of the free world’ pursues public ventures that benefit his personal portfolio; when these public ventures threaten the continued existence of the human race on planet Earth; when human-induced climate change is viewed by the various U.S. and international defense experts as a threat to national security: then it is the duty of all self-respecting and forward-thinking citizens to take action, to speak out, and to make it hard for their plutocratic overlords to get continue with business as usual; then it is the duty of the People to protect their water, their air, and their land from rock oil and its poisonous byproducts using all peaceful means at their disposal.
The UCC is urging all citizens to join in its efforts to safeguard the protections won by minority populations over many generations past, protections that under President Obama were seriously eroded, protections that will vanish further under President Trump. It is the duty of any person who honors and respects this American experiment to stand up, speak out, and become ungovernable. Why? Because such acts of peaceful civil disobedience are just about the only form of power the masses have left.
JPR / whorphan / americanifesto / 場黑麥
Foremost among the goals of these #ungovernable people is to resist the Dakota Access Pipeline, a petroleum infrastructure project in which Trump is financially invested. When the supposed ‘leader of the free world’ pursues public ventures that benefit his personal portfolio; when these public ventures threaten the continued existence of the human race on planet Earth; when human-induced climate change is viewed by the various U.S. and international defense experts as a threat to national security: then it is the duty of all self-respecting and forward-thinking citizens to take action, to speak out, and to make it hard for their plutocratic overlords to get continue with business as usual; then it is the duty of the People to protect their water, their air, and their land from rock oil and its poisonous byproducts using all peaceful means at their disposal.
The UCC is urging all citizens to join in its efforts to safeguard the protections won by minority populations over many generations past, protections that under President Obama were seriously eroded, protections that will vanish further under President Trump. It is the duty of any person who honors and respects this American experiment to stand up, speak out, and become ungovernable. Why? Because such acts of peaceful civil disobedience are just about the only form of power the masses have left.
JPR / whorphan / americanifesto / 場黑麥
01 February 2017
Chump - Beta Centaurian
Citing in its abstract the Seditious or Unreasonable Speeking & Pondering Act of 1794, sitting U.S. President Chump signed an executive order today banning public expression of opinions that appear to criticize him or the legitimacy of his presidency. “Today, we return America to the tremendous days of our tremendous forebears,” Chump typed, mumbling into a half-eaten tuna sandwich while having his humanoid skin-suit professionally steamed by a member of his alien race. “Make sure you hit the eyeholes hard, X’x’chuuuukkkkk, they’re all wrinkled and white,” the commander-in-chief said, his six insectile walking-limbs waving lazily up toward the ceiling of the Oval Office. Returning his attention to the handheld communications device gripped weakly by his tiny left foreclaw, the Beta Centaurian spoke aloud whilst preparing to post to a popular micro-blogging website. “Anyone who says anything bad about me is going to jail, just like our fantastic Founding Fathers - really, really fantastic people, I gotta tell you - would have wanted it.”
Distracted for 32 minutes by a cluster of lice that was busy colonizing his anal tract, Chump then finished chirping about his new executive order by claiming, “I’m the best, the very best, the most awesome and good human being (I’m 100% human, by the way) that’s ever lived, and if anyone doesn’t agree with any of my statements he totally needs to go to jail or be shot, whichever comes first.” After word of the dissent ban leaked to the public, 17 university professors across the country died publicly of purposeful self-immolation. Upon hearing of the nearly two-score suicides, the 45th President vibrated his eating-mandibles with apparent, sickening glee.
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Distracted for 32 minutes by a cluster of lice that was busy colonizing his anal tract, Chump then finished chirping about his new executive order by claiming, “I’m the best, the very best, the most awesome and good human being (I’m 100% human, by the way) that’s ever lived, and if anyone doesn’t agree with any of my statements he totally needs to go to jail or be shot, whichever comes first.” After word of the dissent ban leaked to the public, 17 university professors across the country died publicly of purposeful self-immolation. Upon hearing of the nearly two-score suicides, the 45th President vibrated his eating-mandibles with apparent, sickening glee.
JPR / whorphan / americanifesto / 場黑麥
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