Reason №127 to why bringing another life into this world is a crime against humanity

"YOLO"
The necessity to work robs you of your life.
Let's do some simple calculations. There are 168 hours in a week in the Gregorian calendar. An average working week in the UK consists of 40 hours (based on a 9-5 basis). Scientists and doctors always say that a human needs 8 hours of sleep a day so that's 56 hours per week.
168-40-56=72.
72 hours. Only 72 hours is all the time an average person gets per week to live his or her life. Only 72 hours to experience all the wonders that human existence entails. 72 hours to cook and eat, 72 hours to run your errands, 72 hours to keep fit. 72 hours to fall in love, to fuck, and to break a heart. 72 hours per week to explore the world outside your front door, 72 hours per week to discover some wonderful literature etc etc. This list could go on indefinitely and the point is that 72 hours is simply not enough. Of course, one could opt to work less but then they would have significantly less disposable income and would have to sacrifice many material luxuries and even necessities, therefore for many, it is not an option. It seems as if humans are bred to sleep and work in order to keep the soul-less capitalist machine running. You are born, you have few years of somewhat blissful existence and then you are forced into educational institutions which often only provide you with the knowledge that is necessary for you to be able to function within the twisted mechanism without questioning the purpose, and straight after that, you are expected to step in line.

Consumer capitalism has provided us with many material wonders that are shoved down our throats and in order to possess them, we are told that we need to earn money and lots of it. From a young age, an artificial desire is indoctrinated to us in the shape of things for which we have no natural need yet we are brainwashed to believe that such items are essential to our day to day existence. An abundance of consumer goods has put the human race into a golden cage, we are slaves to our own desires. Some may not be content with having to work so much but hey, as long as you can put food on your table, you are not a threat. A fed man has no need to complain and a hungry one is too weak to rebel.

Nietzsche said that God is dead and that we have killed him. I say that Man is dead and Capitalism has killed him.

Capitalist system sees human beings as nothing but provisors of labour (physical, emotional, aesthetic, you name it) and vessels for carrying out financial transactions. In a nutshell, these are the basic human functions from a capitalist point of you: first you are born, then you learn some basic skills, then you spend your life working and buying unnecessary crap to keep the system going, you procreate to provide the system with another generation of slaves, a couple of package holidays in between all of that and then you're dead, hallelujah. Next, please!

We're all decent human beings, we are all good samaritans so why are we allowing this vicious cycle to continue? Why would a straight thinking person want to bring another life into such world, why would you give it another slave? Bob Black has suggested to destroy our consumer-based society and to also abolish work as the key function of human existence, as it is obvious that work dominates life not just under capitalist regimes but also within socialist societies. Bollocks to that. I say, let's take it a step further. Let's end procreation. Work (if you absolutely have to) as little as you possibly can, do a very shit job of it and spend your time doing whatever the hell you want. Draw, paint, write, create, travel, get wasted, love, fuck. Just always make sure you use protection. Get sterilised if you can't trust yourself or your partner. Live in a wooden tub on a diet of onions; it worked for Diogenes so why can't it for us?

Just enjoy the ride and observe as the 1% recoil in horror as they realise that the 99% is ceasing to exist. That'll show them.

Jah bless/Johnathan provides.


PS I'm very tired and drunk and it's 5am, for fuck's sake.

"You went to a progressive psychiatrist - he recommended suicide"

Been drinking a little bit too much of late or, maybe, not enough. But it is safe to say that I've been listening to too much Bowie and too much of Cursive's "The Ugly Organ". Weird mood, weird thoughts, strange vibrations. Just in a matter of hours I'll be a whole year older but I'll sure as hell won't be any wiser. Fuck, I really should know better by now. Spent the last few months telling everyone (but mostly myself) that I'm strong now, stronger than I've ever been, so what on earth is that crawling into my head? I've changed the name but the words remain the same, my song is never-changing. Tried so hard to prevent myself from falling into bad habits but just couldn't help it, it's far too easy.
Maybe one distance did make me strong but this new distance will probably make me weak again; only time can tell. Hopeless romantic or hopeless in romance? Hm.
One question: what do you see when you look at me? A simple reflection of your crescent smile in my tired eyes or an endless sea you'd die to drown in?

"Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, let's stay out tonight"

So I'm sat here with "Rebel Rebel" playing, probably, for the 67th time in the last 72 hours, chipped black varnish on my fingernails and a bedlam in my head; the epitome of a troubled teen. Idiot, grow the fuck up. Things were so different this time last year: blinded by the naive idea that things will get better, with a ghost of love next to me in bed, draining my body's heat and giving next to nothing in return. This year the bed is lonely but at least I'm not wasting time on a pointless cause like I once was. Feels like I'm floating in some sort of a limbo, a state of nothingness, awaiting a transition.
PS thanks for passing your hang-ups on to me, would have been nice to be able to enjoy this past month a bit more, in the primal sense, but I guess you really didn't want me to. Out of sight, out of mind, but still affecting me.

"Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp..."

Believe Me

Believe me, I could not care
For crucifixes that you wear.
Disintegrating mind and health,
Only faith that I need is the faith in myself.

A Spell to Remove Mammon from Our Lives

A nest of demons sits in the heart of london. The false god Mammon and his devils infest our World, a great cosmic battle will be fought to once and for all rid us of all these demons so that the sisterhood of man can once again live in peace.THEY SHALL BE CAST OUT

Praying to the amulet of touching, seeing, groping, hearing and loving we call upon the powers of the cosmos to protect our ceremonies. In the name of Zeus. In the name of Anubis God of the dead. In the name of all those killed in the causes they do not comprehend. In the name of lives of the dead soldiers in Afghanistan who were killed because of a bad karma. In the name of sea born Aphrodite. In the name of the Magna Mater Phra Mae Thorani. In the name of Dionysus, Zagreus, Jesus E Al Os Deowa, the Unnameable, the Quintessent Finality, Zoroastrian fire. In the name of Hermes. In the name of the beak of thought. In the name of the scarab. In the name, in the name of the Tyron Power Pound Cake Society in the Sky. In the name of Re. In the name of Osiris, Horus, Nephthys, Esis, Hypocroties, Eros, Saab. In the name of the flowing, endless, living universe. In the name of the mouth of the reverend. We call upon the spirits to raise the Capitalist System and their Temples from its destiny and preserve it. In the names in all the names, it is you.
Out demon out, out demon out, out demon out, out demon out, out demons out, out demons out, out demons out, out demons out, out demons out, out demons out, out demons out, out demons out, out demons out, out demons out, out demons out, out out out out, out demons out, out demons.
For the first in the hundred years of the London Stock Exchange there will be a grope in within a 100 feet of this place. In this seminal culmination in the spirit of peace and brotherhood. A real grope for peace. Any of you who want to protect this rite of love may form a circle of protection around the lovers.
These are the magic eyes of victory, victory, victory for peace. Money made the London Stock Exchange melt it.

Brothers and Sisters, for the demons that rest in the towers, we will need trumpets of jericho, drums to thump the rhythms of redemption and other blessed items to fight the foul beasts.
SCREAM OUR THE PURIFICATION SPELL:
 a-ri-ia-ad-da-li-is dim-an-za sar-ri ka-si-i hu-u-e-hu-u-i-ia tap-pa-as-sa-it sar-ri ti-ia-mi hu-i-hu-i-ia