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Re: A proposed Vampyric Gov.
Agreed wholeheartedly!
So, what can this proposed Vampire Government do for us? That is what I would like to know. Do we want acceptance from the masses of "norm", I think not.
I've never asked my taco for acceptance. LOL Let's be honest here, what we need are organizations run by vampires by consensus, not governments to (as Sasm so delightfully put it) turn us into a public display. I wish Sasm were here to answer to this proposal.
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Pandora
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Florentin Smarandache and a bio of the joker a few posts later. Somehow I was/am infuriated. Not that this person is anti art, but that he's so hipocritically academic and anti-art when both institutions are part of the same capitalist bourgeoise system. Destroying one, as a means to empower him in the other. Asshole!
[my post to farmp]
What is the value of such a manifesto as Floree puts forth? To share ideas or gain followers?
He's not odd, but rather a fraud. You cannot position yourself on
both sides of the game and have any credibility. If he runs from
one aesthetic stream to the opposite self proclaimed pool of
unart, he should have done it for better reasons than because
the big boys wouldn't let him play, as his biography suggests.
And as well, why would he go to school, get eduficated [sic] and
then position himself as an academic? Is not academe some
form of aesthetic, or at least equal place of privlege?? It is a
cosmology and I guess a discourse, so why not an aesthetic.
If he REALLY wanted to be an anti art fart, he should be firmly in
the gutter... refuse all publicity and name... refuse to do art...
refuse to think art... refuse to even think. If he would just fester in
a cesspool and do it so completely that his mind rotten in its
shell, and his bones rot beneath his skin. Then I would praise
this seething putrid mass of excrement as being fully and
completely anti/non/not/unArt. But I'd hold my nose well doing it.
Sorry, it is past my bed time.
Sasm
Rapatronic Photographs Developed by Dr. Harold Edgerton in the 1940s, the Rapatronic photographic technique allowed very early times in a nuclear explosion's fireball growth to be recorded on film. The exposures were often as short as 10 nanoseconds, and each Rapatronic camera could take exactly one photograph.
Shot Lea from Operation Hardtack II (1958, 1.4KT)
This test was a "fizzle" in yield, and suspended from a balloon 1500 feet above surface. The balloon's mooring cables absorbed thermal energy ahead of the fireball and created the three 'spikes' visible.
Yahoo! Groups : vda-newcarthage Messages :Message 3373 of 3373 From:??"Master E"
Date:? Wed?Aug?22,?2001? 4:24 pm
Subject:? RE: [The Vampire/Donor Alliance] unRealVampires...
Who is Sasm? I'm impressed by the honesty of feeling in this "rant" and
would like to use it on My website.
MasterE
aka: BEU
I find that I feel that the average blood sucking leech should have a remedial command of the chosen tongue of discourse. If you're a vampire, free of the woof and warp of society, then for god's sake take a correspondence English course or something? The Dead have dignity, for Christ, or anti-christ's, sake.
If a sentence you can't complete
then you don't need to die.
Your cortex is already gone
and your brain is apple pie.
You want to be the undead
and you think you now know how
but you forgot that there's an eloquence
for which you cannot vie.
So be, if you will, a trailer trashed
reject of 3rd rate film and stage,
remain a standin for the foe
or if not foment a rage
because if you have the balls or cunt
to be the undead witch
you'd better learn to write and spell
you fucking wordless witch.
Vale!
Sasm
posted to a list.
reminds me why Bill Gates is the beast.
Danny built it up again, bit by bit by bit.
Danny made it perfect, as Danny's won't to do,
except he forgot one little page, and without that I'm through.
You see he had the Sarah song, the greatest on the net,
and if he never puts it back, I'll fret, and fret, and fret.
That Sarah song is my own song, given by mom to me.
She sang it to me in my crib when I was wee wee wee.
And every time I hear that song, I think of mom long gone
and cry to think that all I have is her voice in a song.
So Danny, hear my plaintive cry and fix your fucking page
cause I'm all nasty cranky, and somewhat in a rage.
The song, sweet song, will calm me down and fill my heart with joy,
and I know you'd like to help, cause you're a sweet sweet boy.
This vapid thrash of emotions and mindtrash
has eviscerated the organs of my love.
What's a girl to do?
Wanted to leave a comment, they wouldn't let me play
unless I gave a magic word, and signed my life away.
It tried to leave me voiceless, silencing my song
so I got all pissed off, and righted what was wrong.
Thus you get this email, in bombastic verse
a bit long and flighty, not that tight or terse.
I really liked your web site, got there from a cliche
so I thought I'd tell you, in couplets, so to speak.
Cliche page: http://miramis.org/poet/
Offending page that made me log in to respond: http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?itemid=8431473&nc=1
A softly sigh and broken glance
was all of him that day I saw.
Lost in thought on thoughts now lost,
he saw me see him, or me see him see me.
Perhaps we each the other viewed,
but unthinking of the other that we saw,
we passed by passing pleasantries;
passing passive, unaware that we had met.
Ya, ya. I should know, and I'm the last to know. I got to hear a song like this... if it can wipe away my tears I will love it for the end of time.
It is hotter than the dog barking in the next compound over.
I'm angry. I am ill and I feel ugly as sin.
But as the man says, "My irritability keeps me alive and ticking."
I'll fight for text as a right in the next millenium.
As for now, piss off!