WK's Music Concern

TG - At the Architectural Association, London, 3 March '78, Side B.

isn't bein anti-music the whole point of noise, industrial, power electronics, grindcore etc, my fellow long nosed individual?

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Godposting?? In my Doomer Boards? Glory be. Gonna admit that--



--was an additional prank on me since I thought said spice was the good old K2 (evil thing) and then I was rather hesitant to click the resulting link thinking that with the 'arouse (collect underwear)' you'd linked to some pornography. The only way we could improve this thread, clearly, is if we could get lunchlunch in here. Won't say my thoughts on any matter wrt the master race (ie the Jews) till he posts as a thread-ballast. (But my thoughts on the matter were already summed up through eg Leviticus 19:34 and Deuteronomy 28:43-45.)

Back to the music concern:







And now I've just found out on the keyboard layout I use, 'kill tab' (C-k) is right next to paste (C-v). Godpost w/ me

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This thread only gets better: gone barely any and I'm already growing an insane vegetable garden.

Wrt all the godposting here, I'll only say one thing: it's been alleged though most likely a myth, that in the Great War they attempted to chemically castrate British troops thro' bromine tea, probably to stop the troops from resorting to what was close at hand (ie their fellow men). Did it work, probably not but whatever. Half the British war poets had a boy if not on the side then as his absolute conquest for shagging. Was reading (from a little extended research from TS Eliot's letters) about such a guy who started a relationship he called the 'Trinity' twixt a lass and a lad, to say it ended badly would be an understatement. I'll update this post and correct it if I find the name again...

One of my computing teachers all the way back in secondary had a firm belief in chemical castration of teenagers to temper the devastatingly unyielding (least til you escape that inital pubertal phase) impulses of masculine adolescence. God knows how such a belief wd fly today...

Throwing my hat back into the musical concern, with a track and an album reaching to the same idea:

Swans - God Damn the Sun


Brume - Fuck Your Sun!


And for a bit of variety:

Electric Universe - The Prayer

>antibiotics with lager
JFC. Part of me feels that the (negative) power of the antibiotic is not as recognised as it should be. Maybe the EZ-fungal ones like penicillin might be alright to pop and go ahead do-as-ye-please, but the strongest ones can obliterate bone (not the ones I've ever had to take, thankfully). Carpet bombing strategy. Last year I had to take some real nasty ones that burnt like H into an artery going in and basically contraindicated any reasonable life. A later one I was on wasn't as bad but I looked it up and read that smoking or vaping on it wd fuck you up right good (I mean, I was still in a hospital then, so wasn't really planning on doing either, but now...).

>I still can't fathom what's really going on here
So like most forums what I've been on, then.

I think, because I moved directly from a village of around 200 pop to a city with 1m pop, much of my mindset derives from straddling those two streams. Give a man an inch he'll take a mile; I got a mile took a light year.

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wrt nursing beds:
Worst bit about a hospital is the confinement. With the surgery I had the complications were so enormous I only was able to start walking unassisted a whole month after the event (walking is far easier than *entering* that state, is what troubled me most, regardless of the other horrific events then). About halfway through that I arrested twice and when that happens you'll be in intensive care, an even more cramped and alone space. I think in my case I was lucky to have family that appreciated silence when I was too in pain or out of it to respond too well (they were also atheists which probably helped); their visits, even if mostly silent, at least broke up the otherwise brutal monotony of life in a hospital. But even pushing through that there remained the fact that you were essentially bound to the ward you were in like there's a tether, every moment you even tasted of the outside through the hospital grounds was miraculous.

And yeah, ending up so close to dying really aggravates your sense of religion. I know someone who's been through the same thing I have who believes in nothing and lives life on the edge. Being the vague mystic I am, I've essentially been split in half through my ordeal: I'd both praise God to the highest heavens and simultaneously believe that there's no God, the universe is merely some capricious evil and to enjoy what you've got.

Given how strong I am now that state feels like a waking dream; I can pass through the memories but they are so abominable and cruel I barely recognise them as me. And tbh for the better.

wrt confusion:
I think stuff like homosexuality naturally accumulates when you bring a lot of men in the same space with no chance to act upon heterosexual urges. Libido is insatiable.

("a skill acquired from being alone")
6OoA - Ursa Minor


Maeror Tri - Desiderium