What do you think about micronations? Should I join this one or create one of my own? It sounds perfect for me, Mountain Man, a man who defies category and transcends both rules & societal norms. I think maybe Candy and Frank might feel this way too. I am so magicful today. Today I believe.
"Welcome to the Kingdom of Babkha, a micronation established as an Internet based model nation, simulating Persian culture, civil and political institutions, and society. Babkha is a legitimate, functioning, and non-territorial micronation that possesses immanent, virtual global sovereignty."
http://www.babkha.com
PS - My stomach is much better, thanks for all your prayers and love.
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MM! I'm so glad you are feeling better! I however am in a dark funk, so blue I can barely move. Are there any strong drugs offered by the micronation?
If you need strong drugs, I can provide them for you. What would you like to have, my charming little bird? Bennies? Goofballs? Would you like to drop some acid with me? You know I am a fan of the hallucinogens. Maybe this blog will help cheer you up. I feel very motivated this morning. It is a bank holiday and I am planning to go to the studio later. That's for later. This is for now. I love you Candy! I want to spread the love!!!
Someone named Warning Sign has lefted a mysteriously dark comment on one of the posts. I am frightened. I am clutching my stuffed bunny. My teeth are chattery.
I like your idea, MM. But I am not sure that I want to immerse in Persian culture. Maybe there is another micronation to join. I will sniff around.
I think ":Norn" at
http://nowornever1374.blogspot.com/
needs help. Maybe that pussy "starch" can slither over there.
Pan,
answer me damn it. What do you do with Ginger?
Seriously interested!
And by the way I am intensely interested in liberatarian notions of free and independent self-governing nations.
Norn sounds depressed. I tried to leave him a comment to cheer him up but it wouldn't take. I will try later. He sounds like he needs to get out of his head a little. Have some fun. Join a club.
He already told you, he locks his head to her private part and they "talk" for hours.
I feel like killing myself today. A micronation is not extreme enough. I feel foul, like I am in prison. I just want to rot.
Grassy
your name connotes a certain will to live; a stubborn and persistent weed-like quality, if trapped in the suburban context of the "Lawn", manicured and well-behaved, told what to do so to speak.
Break out. Try a new tact, or tract. Be like the wild grasses. Did you know they are the number one source of DMT containing plants, the most ubiquitous, and the most common.
I have noticed the subtitle of this blog has changed quite dramatically, and while I am all for change, assimilation and to a lesser degree accommodation, I find the Author of this site might be losing his way. Why wanting to die?
A passing thought to help reconstruct your identity....yes.
A true desire in which you give up personal responsibilty and wallow in your own self loathing and (the more fun) loathing of others....NO
Emphatically, NO.
"Change and help change", that is my motto.
Pink Eye,
While that is all very "intense" I feel like I want to pee in my pants. Come now. Grassy-as-lawn is YOUR projection. And as for "wanting to die" it is more a reference to cleansing and purifying in order to be re-born. This blog is an example of catharsis. Mountain Man feels many things in a day - magicful to depressed. His emotions range from trivial and personal to grand and transcendent. This is the truth of Mountain Man. He is striving to express his true self. If you hate it then you are a pesky unwilling hater. You may hate all you want, don't get me wrong, but i think you are not so all-seeing as you would like to pretend, kind Pinky.
Fondly,
MM
MM
"unwilling hater"
Please, where, per se, do you see hate.
It is an intense love for my fellow man (starch notwithstanding) that brings such criticisms.
Grassy was complaining of wanting to die and feeling like he/she was in a prison.....and she/he is. It is in a prison of self. The inability to overcome the self leaves it (we will have to call such a creature "it") afraid and wanting.
The creative act is the only remedy.
And what greater creation than that of the self.
A constant reclaiming of one's identity born out of dissatisfaction with the now.
You, MM, seem capable.
Pan and Trixie in their honest, earnest self-explorations are living....fully.
Fairy Butler, as complicated as his/her responses have been, betrays a kind and curious heart.
Love, don't die,
but love hard....tough Love.....real love.
Rebirth, sea change, catharsis only happen to the living. Noone has come back yet. Not even Christ, for Christ's sake.
While you seem challenging, you are also affordable. That's what I like about your musing. Grassy is beyond criticism, that's the part I disagree with. You are a complicated person, like a box of 64 crayolas. You seem to have a murderous side. Did you not know that prison is so gratifying? Maybe you need to read more publications.
Good luck, Pink Eye. You will need it.
You seemed to be coming down awful hard on poor Grassy, that's all. Melissa, thanks for your comments. It seemed hate-like. I could be wrong.
Meanwhile, I am growing hair everywhere. The Sasquatch part is coming true. I am a troglodyte. Please watch for more on this.
I love delight! I love hair! I am everything!
that is all you have to say
"seemed hate-like"
you are pussies, fear bound pussies
mountain, you are no man
I may look elsewhere
Pink Eye, to be honest you seem like TOTAL TRASH to me. I was just trying to be nice. All that rancid language you use. You practically smell right through the computer. The smell of worms and moldy meats. You are rotten to the core. Go bag a dog, will you? You are not welcome here. OUT!!
Woof
collared one
greener pastures await
Pink Eye, thanks for the mad props. I hope your pastures will thank you for your sadness.
Trixie
nothing makes me sadder than you thinking I am.
don't keep me here.
I am sorry. I love fundamentally sad people. They are the only people who really know how to live it up. I am being serious now. But Pink, go if you must.
Trixie is all f---ed up. PINK, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE. You are not sad, you are too gruesome.
touched a nerve didn't I mountain man.
you have fears that keep you hidden
even from yourself.
only self-reflexive responses?
nothing creative anymore?
just your own emotions?
write a poem
trixie
I could fall for you but I am scared it is for all the wrong reasons. Sadness is beautiful yes, but only as something to acknowledge and overcome. We must become different than what we know.
I think I saw a picture of Pink Eye on the internet - you were eating a cat. I swear it was you.
i love pussy, melissa. Are you also trying to intimidate me? Where is the love?
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