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selections from The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels

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yesterday i didn’t do very much besides have class. they all seem to be starting with a sputter, except for the one where we analyzed Cavafy. he seems like my kind of poet. i only wish i could read his poetry in its original form. last night i did some “serious” grocery shopping and cooking, making a delicious pasta for myself. in light of nothing interesting to talk about concerning my life, i’ll talk about things i’ve been thinking about.

in my Mythology class, we talked briefly about the use of swastikas on ancient Greek pottery and even more briefly about its horrible contemporary associations with hitler’s third reich. our teacher kind of said it may be time to “get over it” and people clearly took it wrongly, i think really misjudging her. certainly we should never get over hitler’s evils, but i absolutely agree that we should get over the fact that the symbol they used was the swastika. i refuse to let him have control over what is one of the most awesome symbols ever conceived. if we let evil men take every symbol of theirs to the grave, we wouldn’t be left with anything.

in general, i’m strongly opposed to certain groups hogging certain symbols, whether they’re doing it themselves or whether its other groups projecting it on to them. it seems every time a rainbow is discussed, my mom has to make a reference to the gay flag. it is the goddamn visible spectrum of light! i just don’t want people thinking i’m a gay nazi based on the symbols i like.

speaking of rainbows, i found myself once again discussing GOD with Meryl, one of many goddesses i actually believe in. it started with me mentioning something incredibly mundane that i realized about the words “Zeus” and “Yahweh”: both start and end with the same sound, allowing one to repeat them as if speaking in a circle.
zzzzzzzzzzoooooooooooooossssssssszzzzzzzzzzzooooooooosssssszzzzz….
eeeyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeehhhheeeeeeee…..
do you hear it? maybe i’m crazy, but i find that really interesting. anyone who knows me knows that my hate for religion is matched only by my love for thinking about religion. this kind of thing makes me think of repetitive chanting, as in the ramayana monkey chant shown in ron fricke’s baraka, or of repetitive prayer, as in the Jesus prayer that franny obsesses over in j.d. salinger’s “franny and zooey.” even Nirvana sang “all in all is all we are” in all apologies.
CAK CAK CAK CAK CAK CAK CAK CAK CAK CAK CAK CAK CAK CAK
ZEUS ZEUS ZEUS ZEUS ZEUS ZEUS ZEUS ZEUS ZEUS ZEUS ZEUS
LORD JESUS CHRIST SON OF GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME A SINNER LORD JESUS CHRIST HAVE MERCY ON ME A SINNER LORD JESUS CHRIST SON OF GOD HAVE MERCY ON ME A SINNER
YAHWEH YAHWEH YAHWEH YAH WEH YAH WEH YAHW EH YAHWE HY AH WEHY AHWEH
ALL IN ALL IS ALL WE ARE ALL IN ALL IS ALL WE ARE
what is the effect of this? why has this been done? why am i even thinking about it?

it’s like meditation, i think. maybe there’s nothing supernatural about it. maybe it’s the most intense interaction one can have with Time. instead of perceiving Time as segmented events and points in a long line, it becomes fluid, dense, perhaps unchanging. maybe you start tripping out, imagining that this here now is the whole universe, beginning, breathing in, ending, breathing out, every single CAK little ZEUS minute LORD moment YAHWEH.

maybe i say all this as a militant pantheist. pantheism (pan=All, theos=God) literally means that God is Everything is All is Universe is Nature is Universe is All is Everything is God. Meryl strongly opposed the use of the word “God” because she thought it pointless, ineffective, useless. i don’t really care. it’s a word some people identify with, i guess, but i don’t prefer it. it seems to rigid. GOD. KOT. the g and d act like fences, boundaries that remind me of the binary world of christianity. i prefer words like eeeevvvvvvvvrrrrrryyyythiiinnggggggg, but even that one’s a little stilted. i like alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll, which can go forever and Universe is a good one if i’m talking to a strict naturalist. maybe that’s what it is. if i’m talking to an abrahamic believer, it’s God. if i’m talking to someone on a mushroom trip, it’s Everything. if i’m talking to an Eastern religion believer, it’s All. if i’m talking to a scientist, it’s the Universe. i don’t even know what most people think of pantheism though. to me, it’s one of the most profound conceptions of our world.

i keep getting worried that this post is so long, but then i remember that this is my mental masturbation made public, so i don’t really care. here’s a less mind warping topic than the Universe: i love being a guy. i’m sure some girls do this too, but if i’m ever annoyed with one of my guy friends, i can just scream FUCK YOU at his face and then laugh, making it seem like i’m joking. the laughing is easy to do, because i just said fuck you to someone that i think deserved it, which is pleasing. it seems like when a girl is annoyed at one of her girl friends, she has to be nice to her face and bitch behind her back (i know i’m generalizing). now everyone’s going to be worried when they think i’m just joking with them. relax, i love you All.

the last thing i want to talk about is genetic manipulation. in my Art/Archaeology class today, we talked about the Universe and Earth and Life and hunter/gatherers and migration and agriculture and domestication. selective breeding has been the main strategy of human societies for the last 12,000 years. in the last century, however, genetic manipulation began its first development. our professor argued that nobody has begun to fully realize the potential of this. i doubt this. personally, i can’t wait for chicken trees. at first, you don’t realize it’s chicken, because it’s small and round, like an orange. you pick it, and it immediately warms, as if taken out of an oven about 20 minutes ago. you take a bite and it looks and tastes like chicken breast grandma used to have to choke a bird for. you keep munching and realize that the whole thing is chicken. not even a pit. fucking chicken trees. Continue reading

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