THE Fucking Shit

THE Fucking Shit (PDF Download)

Unfinished and canned in 2019. Re-rolled for the Great Australian World Shitpaper Crisis of 2020.

“THE Fucking Shit” was a production from the 2019 Flame Zone Dream Build mission to the edge. Beginning as a grand exit mic drop testament, it’s an attempt to create a stream of consciousness in a scorching flow so devastating it’s pyroclastic. It references a bit of shit, like you know, rhyming Ghostface Killah from “Bring Da Ruckus” with the “Book of Daniel” (Who does that shit?)

It rolled to where it needed to be and got a final flush on 1/11/2019 with a posting to Facebook with the comment “Might be all she wrote.” She was just getting warmed up. It took the next ‘TP Download’ uploaded on 9/12/2019 to really make some serious hot shit happen.

Anyhows, the mish got done and dusted. So shit got canned. It’s on the shelf for the 2019 FZDB memoir.

Eat it up. They’re desperate for it down under (and the hole world?)

Lost and Found in the land of the Dreamtime…

THE Fucking Shit (PDF Download)

Facebook Post 31/10/2020

Trick or treat?

The “2020 Reroll” of “THE Fucking Shit” is basically the “1/11/2019 Version” with a bit of shit removed, mainly the following vent of fire…

 So here I sit 
 alone on the edge 
 of a rock 
 ready and set 
 to fly away 
 forever 
 killing time 
 at The End of Times 
 Is that my problem? 
 Is it just me 
 and my reality? 
 Shall we see? 
 Jesus fucking Christ 
 You people 
 So how you goin’? 
 Yeah, I hear you 
 Your silence 
 speaks volumes 
 Volumes of shit 
 I know how you goin’ 
 I see you 
 I been watching 
 paying attention 
 for over 25 years now 
 I had you all 
 figured out 
 from the start 
 So I just kept on 
 keepin’ it really real 
 And you always go 
 the way I know 
 you’re gonna go 
 But now I have to 
 hand it to you 
 You got me beat 
 I was wrong 
 Lyin’ to myself 
 not thinkin’ right 
 Trying to believe 
 in something ridiculous 
 I confess 
 I deceived myself 
 with foolish thoughts 
 Lost in hope 
 that by this time 
 I could find 
 somewhere in the world 
 someone or some people 
 offering some reason 
 to believe 
 that there be something 
 in this shit show 
 worth stickin’ around for 
 I kid you not 
 Yeah, I have been waiting 
 For a hero 
 to whom I can 
 give it up 
 and pay it forward 
 I been looking 
 for a long time 
 It gets me down 
 I know too much 
 And y’all are 
 so far off 
 Below me I see 
 what I can’t help 
 without help from above 
 and my mind 
 blazes with ideas 
 Lord knows I tried 
 with heart and soul 
 I sure pushed 
 the fuckin’ envelope 
 to the next level 
 to be my own hero 
 So I can die free 
 without regret 
 I rule my reality 
 for that which is 
 above myself 
 Universal Truth 
 on Earth 
 from my position 
 as a member 
 of a colony 
 of my species 
 I support 
 my civilisation 
 and the material advantages 
 it provides my existence 
 I am not 
 an environmentalist 
 and I stand against 
 individualistic solutions 
 because they perpetuate 
 the deficiencies 
 and the complications 
 of the social 
 and the political systems 
 that are the cause 
 of humanity’s failures 
 which are the aberrations 
 against nature 
 I have been sent 
 here to destroy 
 In some form 
 Life on Earth 
 will survive 
 the story of 
 homo sapiens 
 You will not 
 Your children will die 
 in a world 
 of human waste 
 in an escalating tragedy 
 Whether anybody 
 manages to survive 
 to evolve beyond 
 this situation 
 is dependent upon 
 successful realisation 
 of the real 
 force of nature 
 that is human spirituality 
 not as individuals 
 but as social beings 
 And that kids 
 is The Motherfucking Story 
 as told by 
 this half happy hermit 
 So how you goin’? 
 All set for it? 
 Not yet 
 You ain’t got me 
 and it has to be 
 in our physicality 
 I ain’t here 
 to tickle your minds 
 I’ve been built 
 to slay souls 
 and that makes me 
 potentially 
 your defender 
 You are either 
 with me 
 or you are 
 against me 
 It is not my decision 
 I am a pure creation 
 of all your reality 
 And time is up 
 Will The Story 
 live on 
 for you? 
  
 (Edit point 1/11/2019) 
 (incomplete...continues...)”
   

So that got chopped because a lot of it was a stream that isn’t fairly representative of the mean of what I channel. Yeah, some real ugly self-pitying crap in there! But I guess it was honest sentiment from that character position. Sure I’d love to see someone come along flying a flag I could salute. There are also some poorly expressed and misleading sociopolitical statements. I am an environmentalist, however I don’t represent as such in a secular political realm. But above all that, what really bugged me was something else.

After travelling to town to post it online on 1/11/2019 I returned to my “Flame Zone Dream Build” camp, Thunderbolt Eagle’s Landing, and began preparations for a journey to the edge and possibly beyond. But that bit of “THE Fucking Shit” that stank had me conflicted and I couldn’t get it out of my nostrils. The truth of the autobiographical reality of saying “I had you all figured out from the start” tormented me. While it is true for me in deeper levels where a confident self-belief has always existed, there is a glaringly obvious place where it falls and burns…Yasmine.

It became fuel for the intense emotional state I wanted to achieve in an attempt to manifest the island volcano eruption for which I was considering sacrificing my physical presence in that reality. I had always intended it to be a “do or die” mission. Some days later an intimidating large and not so distant bushfire forced me to seek another forest in which to camp. I had been visualizing awaiting the flames at one of a few cliff edges which had been previously scouted, but I didn’t have anywhere to hide my car to avoid the possibility of having someone trying to find me. So I boosted.

Eventually I found a place to hide my buggy in another forest (there weren’t many not closed by fire) and mountain biked and hiked to the edge of the abyss. But I couldn’t leave the story there. There was a score to be settled. Big time.

The next thing I posted to Facebook after 1/11/2019 (which is restored to my timeline for this posting) was on 9/12/2019 at exactly 12 noon, 11 minutes before…y’all know the story, right? Yeah, that was 1:11 UTC. Y’all know 111 is the New Zealand emergency number, eh? That was four days after I created TheCUT.rip (Who makes it?).

So anyhows, hope y’all have a real swell COVID-19 Halloween, ‘cause life’s sure as hell goin’ pretty fucking sweet-as ‘round here!

And just for the record, I don’t feel (so I don’t believe) that secular humanist humanitarian solutions constitute…

“successful realisation

of the real

force of nature

that is human spirituality

not as individuals

but as social beings”

So y’all better look out. This beast lives. And he’s on fire with the not stoned cold munchies.

What’s the time?