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Fri May 4 23:44:40 CEST 2018
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What do normal people read when they wake up ? I boot up and suddenly what i was looking for weeks ago is here, don't ask me how :
https://www.steem.center/index.php?title=Rewards:Formulas
i find a horizontal ruler works fine when trying to format with pull-left or right normal people don't get up at midnight, they have real fulfilling lives, they are ALL happy, ALL the time, they have EVERYTHING they want .. when they're 65 and it no longer belongs to the bank. I know a few, and just like all the abnormals, for some reason no two feel the same but that must be my idea because if that were so
They wouldnt be normal
Get a topic ? not my style ... get a car ... a house , a wife ?.... not my style ... i'll stick to girlfriend and maybe marry when i am ever with someone for at least ten years again .. as a crown to the relationship, not some kind of prefab contract telling you you're not sure you'll stay together. Well i had less relationships than "real" jobs but i understand clearly that "forever" is a very relative concept and ends up all too often as the very concept close to hell : repetition. Where people stay together for some stupid reason while they really dont wanna , and i have never seen that prefab contract stop it. What it does do is construct a whole lot of extra humbug, and money for lawyers and government officials,
that
it does ...
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Fri May 4 23:44:40 CEST 2018
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a second cup of coffee ... DAMN brah, ... for the sun to be shining and calling all pollen to attack the weaklings that havent been culled (like me) its awfully cold at night still, cold enough to see my breath condense outside, the cold air down in the kitchen gives me chemical reactions so that cold that's old by now comes coughing up again like .... pehwbrrr.... morning sickness ? i hope the aliens didnt impregnate me.
They're back , for days now , or weeks ? They live in the zone between sleep and dream, in the zone between sleep and wake, that's the only their voices can be heard, speaking unspeakable unintelligible weighted words that would make Tolkiens skin crawl when he, the professor doctor of languages, was inventing the speech of the uruk-hai ... i always thought like .. is that what sumerian sounds like ... i havent seen them much ... twice, right in my doorway, which is always open because cat. And i always think WOW, what a weird dream to stick that long ...
its pretty chicken, owh do the english say that ? goose bumpy but well
for some reason i havent had nightmares that scare me in over ten years, so its ... weird , at best ... something Freud would have a hard time with, something i can't make sense of and something that only happens here, i dont feel threatened, but it feels mighty mighty real, including the choir of voices that exists in the twilight of the dreamscape only, unintelligible, like ghosts calling out all together OMG IM GETTING GOOSEBUMPS AS I TYPE THIS
but that was not what i was gonna, and cat wants my attention, NOW
celeroncat@cerebro ~ $ date
Sat May 5 00:27:39 CEST 2018
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only one left now, i'll never have that back again, this place took everything and it tries to take the last bit too
but that's not what i was gonna, i was gonna euhm ...
o yea, can't always rant and i'm not Rawling ... i don't do little dances begging for scraps gazing up in awe , i already live in Atlantis, the wonders here are hundred fold and supermassive creatures get crushed by sheer pressure.
I was gonna ... since i passed it ... and why not, it's old to me, but not to some. What i do when i DO have money to spend ? its been a while
hm ...
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Sat May 5 00:42:14 CEST 2018
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... stuff ...
so i'll start with the oldest one i can find then, i need SOME content or all those shares i give away to get some don't mean much on one post a week ... i'm sure if i get posts in the hundreds i can tone it down, i am also not "a topic", i am me, if i find "a topic" or "a thing" i'll most likely keep all that on separate accounts, i dont care much for how it's done or not, and i'm glad neither does the actual mechanic, because in water, you're supposed to swim freely ...
december, 7th, 2012 ... a monster magnet concert, hadnt been outside for like a year flat broke then
flat broke now
up to the road to mordor where the shadows are, a dark and cold day ... i havent taken out any pics because they somewhat look completely like the day did to me most of the time ... keep a cat in a box for a year, let it with some money to spend on a stoner rock concert ... but the city was the same as it ever was, straight out the marble towers, homeless mother on the frozen sidewalk with a kidling in her arms ... giver her €2 , my karma for the day ... i do that every time i go there, just once, usually the first person i meet and trust me ... 100 metres from where the lords of morder gather in high towers, you always meet them ...
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do what i always do, get out at "gare du midi" ou "central" and make my way through the city on foot, after all, i think the rapists hiding behind corners are slightly an exaggerated tale
IF you stick to the center ... walking around at night in ghetto parts of a metropolis with a fur coat and five gold rings on the outside thats not "shouldnt be"
thats stupid , but the center ... barring pickpockets who for all i know exist everywhere is as safe as it gets in a place like that , ofcourse, nationalists don't get votes if people arent scared, and the best way to do that, is make sure they dont go there ... leave it to imagination to creaty psychological horror.
Safe to say by then i had passed about every pakistani embassy and gotten me a half litre of the belgian killer juice ... when i trot i like to trot, won't see me having breakfast at the grand place with €5 coffees in a little spresso cup, not all too often i'm afraid. Even if i'm there with a few hundred , and if i dont, i usually dont go, because nothing worse than half a party ...
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they're still setting up the surrogate christmas tree, it looked a bit like a stage piece from Amon Tobins mutek / isam show (if you havent seen that, you should)
closer to ground zero, the fair in full effect, if you're not scared of the city, you'll find a lot of friendly faces, but this is all
WAY BEFORE THE BOMBINGS
thanks for that, america ... and thanks for that, belgopol, after all, before it was "the capital of europe" it wasnt even on the map
other than sprouts
quite the delight in the center ... the "bourse", this is where you wanna be if you wanna go out, on both sides of the main road there, ALL KINDS OF (non red light) stuff ... the red light district is more up north , a very nice place too, but maybe you wanna leave the kids home if they've never seen tits or scantly clad ladies (prostitution is not illegal here, but it's also not regulated so it mainly regulates itself and since a violent hood is bad for business, you will rarely see that there)
spare me the salems lot preaching, a lot of these girls wouldnt have ANYTHING if they didnt, and there's always rotten apples, i consider they do community service really and should get SOME protection from someone other than the pimps.
but well, we are not IN the redlights there, so ... its actually the place where my aunt who lives in spain now used to have a café for years and years, the area round the "bourse" , muntplein, sint goriksplein, its REALLY where you wanna be to see the real nightlife, and don't forget the small streets to the side of the streets on the side of the main street if you ever do
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way too early for the concert ... i couldnt stop myself from leaving early since id been cooped up so long, trot around the city getting cans of beer and little shots of "jenever" (some medium-high spirits with lots of fruit-flavoured variants), the photos start resembling my vision more and more.
It strikes me as usual , most beggars are muslim women, now for a religion that boasts its global nation, has one of its five pillars clearly defined as the duty to give alms (yea they got five, while christians got ten, but its roughly the same other then the required pilgrimage, like i said, i DID take all those classes, including cultural history , which was taught by a moroccan woman who studied something called "comparative religion/theology", that school was most refreshing place but well, i dont go back to what was fucked for me, still, the last three months dont make much difference on what i could absorb over three years and as usual, that degree is not really worth anything to ME, it just seems SO important to those who have a hard time understanding, but not as much learning by heart
off-topic ...
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Sat May 5 01:26:09 CEST 2018
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i was being stricken by the fact that most beggars are muslim women (not hard to tell by the hijab after all) while about the worlds richest people are prominent figures in a religion that boasts its global cohesion and has 1 out of 5 major divine duties defined as giving alms ... VERY CONTRADICTORY, but you dont wanna go saying that to every muslim you meet, most will be evasive, some, however ... will NOT
the other moat is made up of white people who don't seem to care pissing right next to where they sit
(mind you these are observations over time, not judgment)
and i have yet
to see
one asian person
begging in the streets of brussels ... well, im sure theres reasons for that
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well, a bit down further between central and place monnaie / bourse, there's a hidden treasure you will never find unless you're following tourist flyers or just happen to not be scared to wander into a seemingless small and unimportant alley ... TOONE ... if you're there, EVER, you REALLY should , its like an oasis in the chaos, like the holes in the wall in venice where the venetians go to get rid of the tourists, VERY authentic ... VERY
one or two pauwel kwaks later (a beer ... theres BEER here, not cat piss like miller, or corona or that german swill, LUCKY there's beer here or big pharma could get by on this hellhole alone), a beer that kinda goes with the name for the sound it makes if you don't drink the glass carefully because of the bowl at the bottom, if you guzzle it it will "kwak" in your face ... out the door i went .. slightly closer to Tom Waits levels now, t.gif)
through the rich people galleries, avoiding the crowds of the "rue de bouchers" ... where rich people go to eat (well, define "rich" ofcourse) a place you might wanna be if you go touristing there ... you wont know where to go because every guy at every door be telling you that THERE is where you wanna be
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things get shinier and shinier ... like i said, when i go out i like to go out, i walk by myself like kiplings cat, no bodyguards, no friends to call, and the scary city of doom doesnt scare me at all ... in fact, i never got people trying to attack me there, and i never had cops harass me there, i'm just a bum in the middle of the chaos and they get WAY better things to do ... pass by the last few places i can't afford to miss while i'm there for the first time in years ... that weird place with all the stuff ... and the bar where the tables are coffins and you can drink out of skulls ... authentic ... at the very least (expensive too btw but well thats what you get for themed)
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and
BUT all that heavy beer and standard beer, jenever, vodka and what not hits back ... somehow i manage to get ran over OUTSIDE ... i wake up ... on a chair , no clue wha' happened, they tell me they called an ambulance
so i sit and they take me to ER, and i sit there, for an hour ... (maybe two?) bleeding from a pit in my chin (you dont have to believe it, neither did i at first) and i get so sick of waiting i pack my ... my ... o SHIT, my backpack is still at A.B. ... in a locker, with my money my keys and my cellphone in it.SO out the door i went ... no one tries to stop me, its brussels after all, theres probably like 50 behind me waiting
still numb , from the shock and the alcohol i guess and feeling like someone slipped some K into my last drink, i make my way back to A.B. on landmarks because i have no clue where i am
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the fun bit ofcourse : the hall is closed ... so there i stand, ran over, bleeding, still drunk, numb, with no money, no phone, no nothing in the heart of brussels so what does the cat do ?
ask for help ?
walk home ... how? well no idea so we take the highway , which is slightly illegal, as some cops come to tell me, but its brussels, they dont have time for bullshit so the dude tells me, after checking me like "have you been in a fucking fight?"
"no i got ran over" ,
"o ... right ... you DO know this is like dangerous right ? you're risking your life here"
"well i dont know the way home and my phone is inthere still"
"ALLRIGHT, LISTEN ! we'll drop you off at the nearest exit, i do NOT have time for bs paperwork on stupid shit, count yourself lucky but if i see you here again you WILL come down and you WILL sleep it off, and you WILL pay the price"
"YES , SIR !"
and out the door i went ... twenty minutes after they drop me off ... i have no idea where i am, so
back to the highway i went ... for some reason no cops came knocking anymore, my ancient training in the roots of the nationalist youth movement as a kid has my legs do the legwork without thinking still ... so i just keep moving
10 km before hickville a samaritan pulls over ... i dont even know where i'm standing, im just going forward ... woo hoo
WO-AH! ... the dude like "DUDE WTF dont you know how dangerous this is"
"i gotta get home" ...
"where is taht"
"... o there, that town , "
"o, its your lucky day, i gotta be there for music practice (dude has instruments in the back)"
"HOP IN!"
"dont mind if i do" ...
so
I GOT HOMEnot quite in one piece but i got home with another drunk pirate story no one will believe cos DUDE , stop joking ...yea right ...
the old man sits in the couch like, small smile on his face when he sees my face ... me like "don't ask"
im going to bed
called the next day, went back two days after all my stuff was still there
apologized next time, promised not to drink in there anymore HAHAHAHAAHA
aaaaaaaaaaaaah, i used to LOVE THAT PLACE, where did all the money go ?
well, there's your post-post type of post but i doubt the story is your story-story type of story
celeroncat@cerebro ~ $ date
Sat May 5 02:08:30 CEST 2018
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heh, almost time for a catwalk
i could upload a monster magnet vid but i'll go for the reference included
its a john lee hooker cover ... i don't own george or john and i doubt they will complain, i didnt upload that either
allright then, i think im behind on my replies too , maybe i should hire and aide ... who will work for $50 a month ?
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lol
did you read ? i kept the shitty fotos because they actually portray my actual vision of that day very well , i have no idea what that was in 2012 but im sure it wont be more than something like an €80 sony cybercam
splurging is not really an option for me btw, but thanks for the consideration and thanks for checking it out , try not eating all day and drinking hard alcohol and beer from noon and you will see what i mean when you see the fotos, cos thats what it was actually :)
how the hell do you get zero rep ?
talked back or something ?