The Unholy Indoctrination

The Mourning And The Morning

While man can still his body keep
Wine or love drug him to sleep
Waking he thanks the Lord that he
Has body and its stupidity,
But body gone he sleeps no more
And till his intellect grows sure
That all's arranged in one clear view,
Purse the thoughts that I pursue,
Then stands in judgment on his soul,
And, all work done, dismisses all
Out of intellect and sight
And sinks at last into the night.

And then God kept a violent silence,
And man did quiver and thirst again,
For when the heavens break forth, erupted
Thy dying breath shall quit itself
And all will perish in one deft strike
And the hatred of God will live, suspended.

With No Editing: Awhahawhahaa

MAN. That's hilarious.

At Least Charles Manson Didn't Drink!

Perhaps We Should Ask A Wise Man

That's Very Cute, But You Seriously Need Some Pie, And Fast

The placement of the beanstalks makes it impossible for me to fit the message between them. It should read, "(therefore sign) This is the destruction of beauty, caused by the slightest of microscopic mammals (therefore sign)." Sorry. I didn't even think up the fiery tornado up there. I nearly used a lightning bolt, which would have been infinitely lamer. This isn't even in the series, because I can't finish that one either. Life is full of stuff I don't finish. Look at that. But at least I put something up here.

Oh Gosh

It's been so long, The Factory. I can't believe I let you go, The Factory. I'm sorry. I'm going to get back to work on this. I got distracted by so many things. I will finish everything I started. I am sorry.

This is post #100. Congratulations, The Factory.

The Bird Must Fall Out Of The Nest

I forgot to mention that the last entry began the first of my three ideas...this is a continuation. I see two more chapters to this story, and then I will begin the next.

Blessed

Updated, And Wow, It's Defintitely A Bit Spiffier

I am impressed with the increased level of spiff that I have discovered by updating this blarg. I can do a few more things, and the lengthy titles have been abbreviated. I don't have anything to present for you just yet, but I am hard at work thinking of something. The idea of a series of pictures always intrigues me, so I'm thinking about three different series-es back to back to back, with one final picture that reuinites all three of the series-es. I will probably begin work on the first of these series-es tonight, as soon as I come up with a cool title. Hopefully another fetus will not be ruined. It was hard to make that baby.

Cornelius And Friends: "It's Okay. We Have Turkey Creek. Get Over It." Myself: "I Will Kill You In The Most Painful Of Ways."

http://www.wbir.com/news/local/story.aspx?storyid=42006



"Tonight, the South is on fire." --Norma Jean

The Picture Of The Human Fetus Has Been Ruined

The Girl Died Yesterday

A Sixteen Minute Dip Into The Vast Stream Of Consciousness

Nobody says anything worthwile anymore. I don't know why. Everyone just walks around and says total darbage left and right without any regard to the lesser man who might just need some help. It's getting out of hand. It's kind of liek a machine that latches onto your head and tells you what to do. It gets on the back of your head so no one can see it and it sinks it 's claws deep into your mind, affecting everything you ever do. Everything. It changes the way you think, what you enjoy, what you want to be, what you are, everything. You can never escape it. It will get everybody evuntually. I'm typing too fast. I'm misspelling way too many things. Perhaps this is a sign that my machine is workig just fine. I'm concentrating on getting as much information in my sixteen (now theirteen) minute time period that I'm lacking in aunderstandability. It's ironic wthe way I misspell things when I'm talking about misspelling things. That wasn't done on puropse. Nor was that. I see now that I get all over ""get all over"" people for typing bad, but dshoot, I do it too. I just correct myself. But what I really was talking about in the beginning was this way that people just say stuff they don't mean and jjust do stuff they don't want to because it makes other people look at them like they matter. They like to feel like someone is out there caring about their poitiful existences (the word "pitiful" took me a long time to get out, there"). People are too cnntenet (content) with being the same as everyone else. If someone sees someone sdoing something they think is kind of neat, they immediately follow suit, rather than taking a bit of a risk and trying to do something unique. Everyone gets in their fad and does what everyone else tells them they should. everyone gets plastic surgeried until their eyes don't open easily and they cant' hold their chests off of the ground and puts dog crap into their boides to look bigger just so that they can look a little bitter. Better. Should have typed better, but i did not. Everyone sacrifices living so that they can look a little better, but it's so freaking stupid because nothing they do is ever really going to matter. Your neenee implants are going to get old, as old as you will right before you drop dead, and then those neenees aren't going to serve much of a purpose. You'd think people would learn from other people's lives but they never do. They pay more money, take bigger, stupider risks, and end up killing themselves faster than their parents did. Perents = ancestors. I hpe (hope) this was an alright idea. Just accidentally backspaced, by the way. It should have read, "I'm sort of..." but I forgot what I was doing and erased the sentence once I saw that it was not going the way I hoped it would have. I'm sorry. I won't be going that again. I sound like a derned Asian that can't speak english. "Engrish" awhawhawhaw. If you ever go to play around on Myspace, be sure to avert your eyes from anyone who dares to put up a Myspace. I'm so sick of the internet. Everything you do ends up looking even more retarded than the last thing you did or people get into a virtual fihgt (Virtua Figher is a fun video game, by the way) and never speak ever again or whatever because of something that got said on Myspace. On Myspace. Myspace is the hand of Satan, and the hand of Satan is not something that we should be toying around with so casually. People replace going outside and putting their minds to inventing somethng or creating something great with Myspace and internet wastes. Listen to me, I have one minute left. Do not waste your time on the internet. It will only waste your life and take everything that you ever wanted to do and break it over your freaking face. I'm staring at the clock. By the way



My sixteen minutes is up, and the above is my sixteen minute foray into the world of stream of consciousness. I'm pretty satisfied with the amount of stuff I was able to say, but only time will tell how the content fares. I hope you enjoy it. It's completely authentic; I corrected no spelling errors, I erased nothing, there was no polishing to anything. I think that's the way it should be, if I understand stream of consciousness entirely correctly.

Keeping A Variety, Or Staying True To The Roots?

I think I'll try to inject some variety into this mess I call The Factory. I've been trying to up until late with the series-es (plural) and even the last entry with the two pictures, but nothing suits me. I have an idea for a great piece, but I can't for the life of me figure out a way to put it into a picture. I've tried a few times, but failed all of them. So, I will try another medium. I will set my hand to create a stream of consciousness style piece of writing. I have no previous experience with the style, no real concrete idea as to what it is, really, I have no information on how to construct such a thing. However, I've always been fascinated with the idea. So, I will try. I will try once. I will make no corrections to the piece in any way imaginable, no spelling corrections, no changing my mind, no editing at all. Whatever I think of and type out will be in the piece. While this may make things a bit confusing, it will keep it as authentic as I can make it. I don't even think real writers keep it this real. Take that.

I don't know when I'll get around to doing this. Maybe tonight, after the festivities that lie before me, maybe tomorrow, before the festivities that lie before me. We will have to wait and see.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stream_of_consciousness

I'll Only Be A Year Longer. You Don't Know How Important This Is To Me. I Need These Staples In My Neck.

There are two pictures. The top contains the dialogue, the bottom contains the imagery. I tried to make one cohesive picture, but I found it impossible to fit all of the items onto one virtual canvas. Please enjoy them as one entry.

An Exercise In Decision Making: Dainty, Delicate, And Filled With Venom

Initiate Dream Sequence

Little Otik (Otesanek)

Little Otik (Otesanek) is a movie directed by Ian (Jan) Svankmajer and released back in 2000. The movie is a bizarre retelling of an old Czech folk tale utilizing a mixture of live-action footage, puppet-like animation, and rigid claymation. The plot involves a married couple who are cursed with infertility. The husband, knowing that his wife is distraught, jokingly carves a fake baby from a tree stump to serve as a sort of child substitute. Much to their surprise, the "child" comes to life and ends up being much more of a handful than the couple could ever have imagined.
The film uses its strange mixture of film styles to tell the story in two distinctly different ways, creating a sort of double-plot that, like all great double-plots, exhibits a noticeable link between the two seemingly contradictory storylines. The movie has been described as being "rife with symbolism" and a "deliciously bizarre nightmare."

I figured I should probably say this, too:
Little Otik (Otesanek) is not rated by the MPAA, so there isn't an official way to discern whether its content is suitable for everyone. Take my advice: the movie is not suitable for everyone. The film contains a few scenes of extremely graphic violence and a reasonably explicit beginning. The beginning deals with the couple's infertility, and therefore involves some graphic dialogue and even a bit of nonflexual nudity. I recommend changing the channel for these bits.

Unfortunately, since this movie was clearly not a blockbuster by any stretch of the imagination, the only place I have been able to find it is on the Sundance Channel, a station showing only the best independent films. This channel is probably only found on very expensive cable/satellite packages, so it will be rather difficult to view the film. Nevertheless, the movie gets a high moomsyMarv recommendation and is worth seeing. I promise.

List of showtimes for Little Otik (Otesanek):


Sunday, Jan, 07
07:00 PM
SUNDe

Friday, Jan, 12
07:15 AM
SUNDe

Tuesday, Jan, 16
06:00 AM
SUNDe

Tuesday, Jan, 16
03:45 PM
SUNDe

Clearly, We Will Never Learn Anything

"Clearly, We Haven't Learned Anything," revisited. Now the old version is lost forever. Rarity.