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?