Transmissions

I’m having an out of body experience. But not a mystical type of experience, it’s more like a puppet in motion that suddenly gains consciousness.

I wonder how our grandparents reacted when the hamster-wheel generated power plants were first erected.

Did they protest? Did they riot?

Or did cheers go up in the countryside for that day’s ideal?

“Run, sweat, we need power for the ferris wheels!”

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The people in power will not disappear voluntarily; giving flowers to the cops just isn’t going to work. This thinking is fostered by the establishment; they like nothing better than love and nonviolence. The only way I like to see cops given flowers is in a flower pot from a high window.

- William S. Burroughs

My favorite mother-fuckin anchorman discusses peak oil and many other horror shows awaiting us. Enjoy assholes.

[Note: this is an older piece from all the way back in mid-July when I hit the on-switch to A Moving Train. I am currently working on part two to “Porno For Pyros” and also on a new format for the site. I would love some feedback at amovingtrain@gmail.com. Enjoy.]

The other night I had the most fantastic dream….

I dreamt that I was waking up and my first sight was a Grizzly Bear peering in at me through my bedroom window. She appeared to be grinning. When I tried to approach her, she winked at me and ran away. Curious about a winking bear, I shot out through the backdoor after her, where I found her on her hind legs running towards a river; swinging a Salmon in the air like a drunken sports fan would do with a t-shirt. Miraculously, the Salmon managed to give me a wink right before his head was bitten off by that Grizzly!
Standing by the river, dumbfounded by the sight of winking bears and fish, I turned away from the river and witnessed miles of televisions with screens of flickering static that appeared to be dying. Terrified, I screamed out to the sky, “What the fuck will we all do now?!” My cry out was answered by a meter-maid in the distance, She yelled out, “Don’t worry kid, they were always just static silly monkey!” She then proceeded to smash all of the meters with a sledge-hammer. Many squirrels and children were enthralled by the sight and sound of liberated coins spraying over the Earth, followed by the parallel action of her lover taking a pick-axe to the pavement.

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Was it a conspiracy? I’m not sure (next week). I don’t want to discuss what 9-11 was, but what it is or what it has become. If it makes some people angry, so be it. Here it is:

9-11 is an American Fetish

“Oh no you dih-unt”, oh yes I did. Like two giant cocks exploding into the New York sky, Americans are “lovin’ it”. Come on, we get off on it. The image of the planes hitting the towers, the chaos in the streets and then collapsing buildings are simply spectacular. There is a reason after all that the media bombarded us with these images for years. It certainly wasn’t about “informing” us, I doubt there is a single human on earth unaware of the event, hell I bet even Pygmy people know about it. No, the media repeats it over and over because it is the greatest goddamn money-shot in human history. And Americans absolutely love good porno.

Get your Twin Tower Blow Up Doll. Every orifice is shaped like a pentagon: made by Chinese slaves and only $19.95!

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“The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly colored and it’s very loud and it’s fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “Hey – don’t worry, don’t be afraid ever, because this is just a ride.” And we … kill those people.

-Bill Hicks

About a week before I am scheduled to fly I start to feel nauseous and nervous. These sensations remain until the flight is over and I’m having a smoke in my hotel room. In the past I attributed this to the fear of dying. But over the years that fear has subsided a bit so then I attributed the panic to my claustrophobia and fear of heights. I’ve concluded that this is part of it, but there is something deeper, something I found in my self: It’s my fear of being totally helpless.

Part of it is obviously the helplessness of a plane crash, sitting there, knowing you’re about to die. In a fiery car crash one at least has a fighting chance. In a plane crash you simply burst into flames. Of course, after a few rum and cokes, and once in flight I usually forget about this possibility, yet I usually remain ill at ease. What really troubles me, I think is the total surrender of my agency. It’s not just putting my life in the hands of a couple of pilots whom if they make one error that could be it. It’s that one can’t “get off of the ride” when you want, and while on it you must submit to whatever conditions are offered to you.

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The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “Hey – don’t worry, don’t be afraid ever, because this is just a ride.” And we … kill those people. “Shut him up. We have a lot invested in this ride. Shut him up. Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.” It’s just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn’t matter, because – it’s just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one. Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.

-Bill Hicks

A dispatch from Arlington VA, the land of Salmon colored pants and white polo-shirts. I am about to break my own self imposed rules: never blog drunk and never do a traditional blog, what an acquaintance referred to as “news about news”. This story made me restless.

These “men” must be exposed.

I read today that the Duke Lacrosse boys are suing for, and might win, 10 million each for their “mistreatment” by the State. If they win this I will never stop throwing up. Here’s why: I know in my bones that those motherfuckers are guilty of something. I just know they did something to that woman. What is different about me and almost everyone in the country is that I encountered these future fascists, personally, before they hopped from the pages of a J Crew catalog to the CNN screens.

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I found this guy hiding in my myspace. Check it out.

It’s the End of The World As We Know it Episode 10: