Itch In My Brain

Check out this nicely diverse list of Interesting Motherf***ers.

What is an Interesting Motherf***er? According to the page:

Interesting Motherf***ers are the artists, musicians, authors, filmmakers, actors and assorted creative types whose eccentricity forced them to stray from the path of normal humans and follow their own twisted visions. They are the freaks, the geeks and the cult icons of pop entertainment.

My personal favorites: Bernie Casey, Sho Kosugi, Kate Bush, and Tom Savini.

Here’s a handy guide to how long food products are considered safe for consumption. For those of us who tend to “forget” whats in their cupboards, this page is a godsend!

Stand and fight we do consider
Reminded of an inner pact between us
That’s seen as we go
And ride there
In motion
To fields in debts of honor
Defending

Stand the marchers soaring talons,
Peaceful lives will not deliver freedom,
Fighting we know,
Destroy oppression
The point to reaction
As leaders look to you
Attacking

Choose and renounce throwing chains to the floor.
Kill or be killing faster sins correct the flow.
Casting giant shadows off vast penetrating force
To alter via the war that seen
As friction spans the spirits wrath ascending to redeem.

Wars that shout in screams of anguish,
Power spent passion bespoils our soul receiver,
Surely we know.
In glory
We rise to offer,
Create our freedom,
A word we utter,
A word.

Words cause our banner, victorious our day.
Will silence be promised as violence display?
The curse increased we fight the pow’r
And live by it by day.
Our gods awake in thunderous roars,
And guide the leaders hand in paths of glory to the cause.

Listen, should we fight forever
Knowing as we do know fear destroys?
Listen, should we leave our children?
Listen, our lives stare in silence;
Help us now.

Listen, your friends have been broken,
They tell us of your poison; now we know.
Kill them, give them as they give us.
Slay them, burn their children’s laughter
On to hell.

The fist will run, grasp metal to gun.
The spirit sings in crashing tones,
We gain the battle drum.
Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn.
The pen won’t stay the demon’s wings,
The hour approaches pounding out the Devil’s sermon.

Soon, oh soon the light,
Pass within and soothe this endless night
And wait here for you,
Our reason to be here.

Soon, oh soon the time,
All we move to gain will reach and calm;
Our heart is open,
Our reason to be here.

Long ago, set into rhyme.
Soon, oh soon the light,
Ours to shape for all time,
Ours the right;
The sun will lead us,
Our reason to be here.

Soon, oh soon the light,
Ours to shape for all time,
Ours the right;
The sun will lead us,
Our reason to be here

I was out doing my usual random Google sweep and discovered a slew of pages devoted to Terence McKenna, a bizarre counter-culture guru who passed away several years ago. Working under the influence of hallucinogenic mushrooms, McKenna developed an end-times theory based on the I Ching (a divination tool which I’ve held interest in for a long time).

Basically, the idea is that humanity will eventually run out of new things to create and explore, and once that moment is reached, the world as we know it will end. In essence, it’s sort of an inverse version of Teilhard de Chardin’s Omega Point hypothesis. Rather than a gradual expansion of mutual consciousness, humanity will wildly implode.

Are we already beginning to see this slowly play out, as we reach the outer limits of technology? Read McKenna’s own (very wordy) explanation of the theory for yourself.