Sunday, October 3, 2021

PRETTY HIDEOUSLY VACANT. TOTALLY PARTIAL RECALL of the petty vacant pistols of Sex and their ode to pretty vacant themes that become the tidbits of their insatiable lust for celebrity and fame. An ode to the hoary old punk daze when it was fresh and the anger was so ripe you could pluck it from the energy of the sound. Now sagging and tired, it is resurrected for a moment but not an homage to the rotten but to the Pistols as an iconographic vacancy that was tenable but now so tenuous in modern form. Punk is not dead but it's undergone a transformation into commercial consumer concubine status. Rotten and over-ripe, searching for vacant pretty things to clutch onto for celebrity and non-celibate excess. I think of the emptiness of celebrity and politico alike in my years of experience and this song was part of an algorithm cycle that sprung from the vacant portals of the YouTube vacuum to appear on my channel. The first sentence I had written earlier in this type of vein was highlighted in blue and then deleted by hackers. I tried to retrieve what I had written by memory and instead this above just came out. I have so longed to write in a creative style and thus, as confusing as this is, it feels so much more punk than I have felt in such a long time. I used to write poetry when I also wore punk fashion (unfashionable but subculture fashion). So tired of fascist fashion and pretty vacant fascists of fantastical beasts and other vacancies of imagination and culture (political, celebrity, media and morality all mashed into a mash-up of vacant cultural hideousness so ugly it's just completely petty).

 

Sex Pistols - Pretty Vacant



I need to add at this point that the long paragraph above was a rewrite because the original was highlighted and deleted by the terrorist hackers. My brain is in a muddle due to the technology blasting into my brain (aka mind control) and the keyboard feels like a rusted metal board I must pound down on to get anything to write--my brain under attack, the keyboard under attack, hackers are deleting as I am writing what was what I thought a great kind of poetic sentence. The point really is that I am in a reminiscence mood of and for punk culture that had been but now seems to be a regurgitation. I find only fascists everywhere I go participating in this odious organization. The people I must deal with are pretty hideously vacant and that is bound-up with the politicians who combine the media vacancies of meaning with the celebrities rife with over-ripe verbal and seemingly meaningful petty, noxious bs. Seeming pretty but petty and vacant the vacancies are taken there is no space for meaning even in punk culture. Or is there? I am tired of being constantly surrounded by fascists of all denominations of cultural membership including the faux punk. But, I feel in a punk mood after a long day of listening to music that lulls the senses, is harmonic, and at the end, although it was a joy to listen to all this other more pleasant music I feel punk. But where is punk now? Maybe it was pretty vacant to begin with? Maybe I'm just unfortunately always surrounded by fascists who are pretty vacant but violent who pose as punks and alternatives and compassionate and loyal and loving and humanitarian but are hideously pretty petty and petulant and putrid. So tired of sitting in semi-paralysis day after day. Feel punk wanna dance and be around people who are alive and fun and vital and not sucking out my life and attacking me for aspirations of being promoted into the pretty hideously vacant celebrity/political life of death.

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I've chosen all this other kind of music today while cleaning the stinking filth the terrorist filth has polluted of my clothing/linens/room and unabashed at night, I am just tired of pretending it's all al wonderful day of rain to listen to some good old down Blues

I JUST FEEL PUNK THINKING ABOUT POLITICS because politics has created the filth that I must clean up that isn't mine

Thinking of the good ole show, the product gleaming and shiny but very old coming out next quarter for more dividends of the country divided will it ever be united in it's bipartisan balance with the fascists not in power on both sides of the proverbial "aisle"?

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Years of dealing with this vacancy in American media/political life through dream teleportation nightmares of realization that the reality is a vacant promise with no bottom only tops screwing everything and everyone over as much as they can screw what they consider to be the bottoms for them to dig into every orifice possible to extract as much life force as possible--(it all seems just so S&M but violent vacancy within the volcano underneath the volcano of their minds the real reality is that they want to penetrate all the bottoms' behinds--( ha ha what great punk lyrics what a great set of lyrics for a punk song in dissonance.

Don't want punk to be dead. Resurrection piYour pretty heroes (so you think) are vacant and the vacancies are open for your penetrating media exposure to penetrate into vacancies of pretty vacant.

I feel so punk right now. Want to watch a movie made by real punk directors for a real punk audience, not a fake trying to appeal to the punk (former) viewer audience. Now everyone is just pop-a-go-go like a yo-yo bursting and popping like vacancies of empty meaninglessness.

Here's to the Sex Pistols as an ideological movement ( not as individuals grasping for power and teleporting me--rotten please do not confuse this for adulation! Admiration for past glory now it 's a bit hoary).

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The TWIST, Deary Johnny Rotten, is that at the end of the day, and at the end of this nasty review, is that I revere John Lydon for his contribution to music, to his movement, to his originality, to his punk revolution if you want to call it that (as it truly was) but of course there were other punks before him and after--just feeling closed in, want to go to a real punk concert not a regurgitation of the old days but in millennium dumb form. LOVE YA SEX PISTOLS! MY post I hope is in a punk vein of raging controversial questioning--how would you want it just to be pretty vacant saying "yes it is so great"---? Which it really is, but without the angry piss-party writing I can't express it any other way. So, as we Ameicans would say in a pretty vacant way, "have a nice day".

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One entire hour of fighting to click on one single item and fearing I would lose the information I kept fighting until the page froze, entirely. Turning the laptop off restarting--I just did 2 resets yesterday=4 hours, then 1 recovery, spent another hour fighting to toggle off any conceivable port of entry for hackers--using everything I am able to afford, which is nothing any longer---and then MONTHS OF this disgusting English rapist yelling screaming punching me in the face raping me so violently my body convulsed an embedded object in the multiple layers of hard poison that his partners, who he loves and calls more beautiful his great friends, but sticking to me non-stop as they laugh while he punches me in the face-then asking me for ideas, constantly then yelling at me to shut up--anything I think that is elaborate or intellectual he begins violently yelling at me to shut up, his partners the wealthy English who sit silently as well as the american "I'm part English" who have been showered with applause oscars awards for stealing my ideas and then covering up the theft with destroying all evidence of what I have written, leaving me for hours per day fighting JUST TO TURN THE WIFI ON is almost like a miracle if I can use it without it being blocked, attacked or turned off--and when I am fighting to get ANY SINGLE THING DONE in any capacity as a survivable entity on this planet, the every single thing I do is blocked, hacked, rewritten and all that I try to accomplish is blocked, destroyed and anything I think is used to attack me and is stolen if the hateful rapist abuser endless parasites need more ideas. This is something like 4 months of the next abuser violent life-threatening rapist literally turning my hair grey after his violent yelling abuse and rape, after the german parasite came punching raping abusing my face my body endless death threats--and senators are rushing yelling screaming threatening to kill me, and I am just one person defending myself and am surrounded by hate endlessly and always. The one and only thing I have left on this planet my cat they stole years ago whenI fought to get the next murdering rapist (depp and heard) off me from pounding more poison as deeply into my body as possible--and so they tortured my cat most beloved wonderful and beautiful animal and showed a photo of her fighting not to drown they threw her in the swimming pool and took photos of her fighting for her life not to drown--before sending her to baryshnikov who has teams of dogs chasing her, as she screams in terror and they fractured her rib cage for me calling the rapists who were murdering me, poisoning me laughing about how "fat" I had become as they had hardening murder poisons laced with horrific drugs poured into my food as they pounded the poison into my body every day laughing as I fought to stop it--then the 24/7 torture began and has not stopped for the past 16 years YEARS non-stop daily torture and abuse. Teams of actors and politicians have rushed to join in, raping abusing and calling me names endlessly abusing me and instantly being interviewed on major news networks on the same day or the next--featured in documentaries and etc on and on, and this english abuser rapist is being championed, is probably undoubtedly being handed as well as his cohorts out of London and england (germans russians etc all backing him, teams of euros are behind him, he is the english-speaking terror chaos agent sent to "break and crush" me for just fighting back--just defending myself and having ideas that they can sell off as their own--giving me nothing but taking all they can away from me. As with all the others, the beautiful flowering plants are half dead withered and black, after I throw plants away and buy more, this english hateful leech on me has them slowly killed--and he's there literally almost 24 hours a day abusing me. I can give one example of how blank and hateful he and his fellow english bigos truly are: one of the actors began violently raping and threatening me for writing a comment that slightly disagreed with what the american blonde woman had said about a shakespeare play--he rushed raped abused threatened my life yelled for hours as I fought the next hater and fought to get him off--for just demonstrating my own mind and thoughts on shakespeare which was not a light subject--I always received A's in college for my writing on shakespeare by the way, just saying. but the threat to them that I should have ideas and not just say nothing and not demonstrate my own talent or mind, as their take-over of the united states, in combination with the push for white fascist nazi supremacy is fully ongoing, and this is one of the facets not only to cut out education but to silence people like me so only their ordained critics and bigots have the only "say" or word possible, even for my own private thoughts. This next english rapist who so violently abused and raped me that part of the embedded filth that the aamerican nazi fascist mafia teams had poured pumped and injected into my body having one euro-rapist abuser after the next pound the poison into my body; thusly instructing this next one so blank and conformist all I see is blank hate and power machinations coming from him, not a second of any intelligent or interesting thing he has to say to me as with all. I was listening to wnyu archives and one show called passport, from around 2011 had a show with some electronic experimental music; one musician out of germany was playing a skewed version of a very classical-sounding piece. I listened and recognized the song and piece, but was a bit unsure (I had heard it in 2010, so a long time ago and it was in a collection from the artist). the endless leeching of my life every moment that this man who has made my hair turn solid white in front of my forehead from his violent rape death threats and 16 hoursa per day of abuse, yelling at anything I do that is above basic half-brain dead mediocrity, the only level they want me at, but they are still torturing me to obtain ideas through trauma rape and torture drugging and abuse. To continue: I was listening, the DJ said that this was a German artist who transposed a piece from Vivaldi and I thought to myself, in conversation with this hateful bigot I want no conversation with, but he is literally "in my head" for about 1/2 of every single day, literally from the moment i wake up to at bed, in my sleep, its' more than 12 hours per day, of death threats of smashing my head in of pornographic sexual abuse comments of asking me for ideas perpetually because I actually try to learn something every day, I have always tried to have a stellar career this group has poisoned me to the point of my body being paralyzed in internal equivalent of cement while they torture me endlessly untilI scream out ideas or "converse" with them because they are literally leeching off my thoughts my energy and life every moment to get this disgusting contract this insidious insult to humanity this lowering of all standards which thousands flock to---and I thought to myself, almost conversing with the leech energy drainign grey-hair making violent pornographic hate rapist out of england and his "aristocrat" "High class" supposed "superior" haters that it actually was a piece by Bach--what else would a German play they are all always referring to Bac-

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