Crying Tears

I am a transgendered anarchist.I completely satirize the whole parthenogenesis cult. It is genitive/genital narcissism.Although I think it is intstructive into the mysteries of life.Penis envy was invented by Nazi pedophiles to prey upon the weak vegetative mind of the little girl.Pregenital anxiety is a major cause for the feminine technicity to be hijacked by the patch-skin joystick ride of the consumer based virtuality.A complete obliteration of the posthuman woman.For that I spit on cybernetics betrayal of the robotics ethic and synthetic biology.McLuhan, Wired Magazine, Silion Valley and Postmodernism killed the future.I completely support Chris Hansen types busting fools on TV.I am also a person who advocates near complete anarchy of technological freedom.I do not give a think much about animals. Cruelty to animals is something I still dislike.I do belive in maintaing a healthy diet.I think people who follow God are slow learners. Satanists are attention whores... Agnostics have no idea what the fuck is happening because they are on shitty drugs.My life was full of heartache and disappointment. I would call it a postmodern crying in the rain Roy Batty scenario although I know the real reason for my sorrow and the pomo got old once I realized Derrida is for inept activists..ical values are what is kept in the museum piece or holds the test of time.I sometimes don't care about such basic principles.I am not relativist in my morals.I am absolute in my ego-centrism.which is a capital no fear mongering conspiracy wants you to have.I wish to love with all being.I see no takers.I might not take myself either seeing the circumstances.I have few friends, just letters and sounds coming through to me.I am as distant and cold to anything around me as an autistic is to his cold metal chair.I do come across the warmth in others and I live for another day. I have humor.we all laugh sometimes. My humor is a laugh amongst the jokes and a coolness that smirks and begs for attention.it wants to jump in a warm cozy blanket.I am no DAILY SHOW though.What comes out of my mouth is brain stroke real.(at least I try to be real, I am not much of keeping it real as my counterpoint)I had dreamt of older women to take me under their wing.Under their wing I perch with an assault rifle of psychic attacks beneath me.My mother influenced me the most and almost nearly detroyed me; she is now just a faded memory.I hate the world for making me not strong the way they want me to be.I pretend I am gay, although I am bisexual and I sometimes dream of a lost love of a man dressed as a woman.I have a bitter inner working of a Buffalo Bill acting out his hatred for his absent father and aiming at other males and spitting psychic venom at their programmed drone suicide girls.The red drone girls are the ones I wanted to save and I wanted to become a hero.I am too wrecked to help them. I feel their pain enough to keep them in my memory.So I can be in touch with my being through the recognition of soul to soul.I fail on keeping it to the other side because I lack responsibility.I am afraid they will all crack like China in my hand and the world will blame me.I can only act from far away telling my story fighting the myths of everyday reality.I wish I was alone and rich left to contemplate in bliss abandon.I do not know who I am.I have never been told I am worth anything by an authority I could trust.I see people suffer.I do hold myself at night and promise to fight tomorrow for the ghosts who never had their dreams realized.I am told I wallow in filth.I am an addict to speed and metamorphic qualities.I have an OCD like order bordering the idiot savant level.I have normal intelligence and no learning disabilities save the inner workings of my vision processing.I am not dyslexic. I am paralyzed and obsessive. When my mind possesses a though object it tears down my neural body like a taught string and everything I perceive and collect builds momentum before a shot of reaction or higher hypothesis.I see things that other people do not see.I may be under some designation of schizophrenic.I am not bi-polar just manipulative.My romantic relationships were more tangled than the vain attempts of a Red-back spider.I have lusted for company with the nadir and zenith of desires.Nothing held me down. I only watched lost souls gather around me.I felt guilt for not being there.I sometimes felt guilt for being there.I guess I could say I wish I was dead.That would make me guilty, I know my female counterpart is living in a hell I could never understand.I am clever and have decided I will have a slow, ecstatic death with long cries of my epitaph hidden in a small note behind the dresser of all my lost friends...Not many can read me.I was left half-blind and kept mute with a mark on my being.Watching in horror as Lot's daughters are taken down to the valley.With white Playa dust on my face from the desert of Sodom.You had to been there.Although it was vain in the end.Save for my witness.Lot the great devil who puts enmity between us all. I should of been there at the celestial rave to rape his deceptious sepulchre of a core.I caress a metallic hard Harp. I seem wicked to all and the crowd throws fruit.http://www.corpun.com/sgj00111.htm http://www.sixthemovie.com/A Cane, yes the father needs a caining from the daughter. Although I am better able to do this. It must be done by her.If the human mind doesn't have the strength to fight evil it will continue.I am a sin eating ghost talking shaman with a dark side.Otherwise you listen to more POP psychology on TV saying it is just a phase. Cutting herself is not a phase. it is another stage in the FDA and psychiatric corporate patriot union of consumerism. The drugs companies want the little girl in you to submit in to a meaningless sleepless haze.The little Daisy killed herself and no one was around. Not even the parthenogenesis lesbian snake cult.Heidegger ain't got shit on me.I completed the three ouroboros amorphic phase shift teledimensional code. Nietzhe is a robot and Marx is the skin mesh of global wills to electralize all the virtual/virtuous lies/waiting.yes I change subjects...EVEN CARE I AM GETTING POETIC.BACK TO THE MACHINES WITH ME. I will pretend not to hear the screams.I need a familiar spirit strong enough to handle my spirit and loving enough to touch my heart.Everything you have read was an old me.I like to network on Orkut, LinkedIn and Tribe.I am working on my robotics group. http://excubitadominus.proboards75.com/94041 http://www.reversibledestiny.org/home.php..This profile was edited with Thomas' myspace editor™ V2.5http://www.geocities.com/redmondrose/TearAndASmile/Sword Women1.jpg http://www.intercom.publinet.it/manga/makenx2.jpg http://www.fragilemachine.com/info/wallpapers/city1152.jpg http://people.i-dat.org/detail/?ra http://www.lustschmerz.de/LS/uploads/pics/femdom.jpgNam June Paik passed away at his Miami home at 7:00pm EST on Sunday, January 29th, 2006... -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Beginning of meebo me widget code. 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