Tuesday, 27 August 2024
Babylonian Ethos: Human Trafficking, Big Pharma and Killing for Profit
Not to Be Outdone
Only
Monday, 26 August 2024
Sunday, 25 August 2024
Protect and Serve
In tandem with the newest upcoming emanation from the Corporate Whore franchise, Corporate Whores Fight the System, is a second series to be shown on alternate days to the above, this one titled: Corporate Whores Protect Democracy.
Saturday, 24 August 2024
Tuesday, 20 August 2024
Informer
An informer embedded in the very heart of the entertainment industrial complex is adamant that the Corporate Whore franchise are set to unveil their newest outpuring in the coming days: Corporate Whores Fight the System.
Apparently not all corporate whores involved were initially comfortable with the idea of fighting the system, but when it was explained to them that this is what corporate whores now do, everyone got fully on board with the project.
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Something I kept working on after this point and didn’t work out, or whatever it might have had going for it it lost.
Friday, 16 August 2024
Genuinely
Thursday, 15 August 2024
The Gatekeeper
[I’m sure this could do with some cleaning up, but whether I’ll feel like that later or not, here it is for now.]
There was a manor house, the owner, or let’s say lord, of which for now was elsewhere, and guarding the gates to all this was a gatekeeper, whose job of course was to control who got to come in and out - visitors, deliveries, whoever. Along with those who came and were allowed in were quite a few more who came to the gates but were turned away. They only wanted to look around, they wouldn’t stay long . . . it didn’t matter, they weren’t coming in.
But they were some annoying and persistent ones who kept turning up, looking to be let in, and unfortunately the gatekeeper, maybe to help pass the time, began to get complacent and even let himself be drawn into conversations with these undesirables lingering at the gates. And in this deepening lack of vigilance and losing the true sense of being a gatekeeper, he one day even dozed off after, fool that he was now himself becoming, he even went so far as to share a drink with these layabouts, and so now, various of these fools climbed the unwatched gates, opened them now from the inside, and they all headed on up the driveway and entered the house. Maybe they had even drugged the gatekeeper’s drink, I don’t know, but on he slept and, however word got out, soon along came worse types, more outright degenerates, and a little later in their turn came worse ones again, who were perhaps simply outright wicked. It was maybe something of an ascending hierarchy that had come along and got in - fools and layabouts, degenerates and the wicked.
And finally when the gatekeeper awoke and came to his senses and saw the opened gates, people wandering up and down the drive, and after rushing up to the house and seeing the bedlam inside, he pleaded and roared at them to leave, got laughed at and fled back in despair to the gates, which to be honest he didn’t now know if they should be kept open or closed.
His position he realised was hopeless, he was powerless to sort it out himself, and eventually after all kinds of inner tortures he realised he had to call the lord of the manor, admit to the state of affairs and depend on his help if possible to set things right - and which is exactly what transpired. The lord was far more calm and understanding than the gatekeeper had any right to expect, some of his people came along, and the run was put on the undesirables, however frightening they may have appeared, and everything cleared up and restored to order.
The gatekeeper ashamed and humbled, to to something of his surprise he didn’t lose his role, he wasn’t even particularly talked and given out to, but instead it seems he was trusted to have a deepened sense of his role as gatekeeper to the house and grounds, and how of course vigilance was the key to things.
Incidentally, just to add, the gatekeeper heard word of something very similar happening to another manor house not far away, but in this case the gatekeeper had it seemed, rather than try to rectify the quickly developing madness, joined in with the invaders, and when things were eventually sorted in very like manner to the first situation, there he was found, at one with them, debauched in body and mind, and wherever they ended up, presumably he ended up there too.
Friday, 9 August 2024
Discarded nearly
Something I’ve worked on a bit and maybe in the process of salvaging, after thinking it was more something to learn from in future efforts than having any hope in itself.
Monday, 5 August 2024
Self-Realisation
Sunday, 4 August 2024
Saturday, 3 August 2024
difficult
A pretty difficult piece, however its initial rough form came about, to try to sort out into some kind of harmonious whole. Maybe it’s gone beyond such a hope!
Get Hold of the Children 2 - Saint Paisios
Just in relation to the previous post about the dictatorship or at the very least spirit of dictatorship which Aldous Huxley presumed would increasingly unfold in the west, and to target children with their poisonous ideologies, I just picked up a book compiled from recorded talks with the great 20th century Greek ascetic figure, Saint Paisios (not that he’d likely be pleased to be called great) and the page I opened, I think more or less immediately, has the following snippet:
Huxley - Get Hold of the Children
“You can read in the trade journals the most analytical accounts of how necessary it is to get hold of the children because then they will be loyal, branded buyers later on, but you just translate this into political terms, the dictator [or dictatorship] says they will be loyal ideology buyers when they’re grown up.”
From an interview with Aldous Huxley from around 1960 on the envisaged and very probable future of the west.
Unsure 2
A few quick small changes to this image of a few days ago - not that, if it is to reach some worthwhile stage of completion, I think it’s reached it now.