Extreme Psychosis

EXTREME

PSYCHOSIS

A Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

10/31/2006

I woke this morning to find an abrasion I had noticed yesterday, must be a spider bite. An insect bite of some sort at any rate.

This really isn't a big deal. I have had insect bites quite a bit in my life time. This one is a bit more special though.

This one is on my pelphner.

I examined it and found that it isn't all that bad. As insect bites go, it is rather a small concern, but I do think that the area of the bite lends a bit more to the aspect of concern just as things go.

This being said, I then found myself wandering in thought. For some reason the spider bite on my "unit" as the boys say, somehow brought me thoughts of some people I used to work with.

I realized the severity of some of the political leanings of people I had worked with some eight years ago now. Not all of them, just a select few that fancied themselves on the cutting edge of "their" political movement.

They very much considered themselves extremists in the "feminine" sense.

Of course they were lesbians or bi-sexual... but some of them, as I think about it were just extremely bent.

I began to consider the celebrations that would take place if it were that I had called into work today and said I was going to go to the hospital (just as example) to treat a spider bite on my penis. Even though I personally didn't have any pronounceable areas of friction with these ladies, it still would have resounded in very much a celebratory sense.

They would have rejoiced at the idea of a man having his penis injured in any way. What is more, it could be any man... for most part.

I didn't really consider it then being attentive to my own business of pursuing my interests in the culinary, but I think back on it now and realize I had heard some pretty extreme stuff being said and promoted from their "rank and file" pertaining to wants of mutilations. Some vengeance that no one ever really knew the reasons for. And other really messed up stuff if it is that a person simply heard it for the face value of it.

I suppose then... giving the relationship I had in a rather productive and positive manner with my chosen career, that we as humans exist on different planes... even simultaneously. Like we don't develop or progress, but simply add in succession to the folds of various extremes in psychosis.

It never concerned me beyond simply feeling it was some way in which to deal with stresses and vent. But now that I look back at it, it truly does seem a rather extreme and severe dysfunction to say the least. As if answering what ever it may be that could have inspired such extremes in hatred.. so extreme that they had become common place in many instances, with similar and even more so removed from sanity sort of responses is all that humans can ever be.

A bit disconcerting to say the least, that people I was working with and having somewhat civilized conversations with daily... could, at the drop of a hat, bring themselves to gleefully mutilate my physical body for even the most slight of reasons.

I haven't even ever been promiscuous. In fact, I have had some hard core lesbians tell me they thought I had too much respect for women.

But of course, these were women that I had heard speak in a more derogatory manner about other females, than any man I have ever heard in my life. Some things that would make a sailor blush, so to speak... and as mentioned, the type of women that in one sentence would make such a statement as to respect for females, and in the next be wielding some borderline insanity as a reason to cut someones testicles off.

Oddly enough as well, now that I remember back on it... they seemed to favor the sort of men that were actually pig like. The sort of guys that did embody, to some degree, those aspects they claimed to hate. Maybe it is a sort of spiders web thing? But I doubt it given the things I have seen in relationships both professional and outside of work. It more than likely is as result of insecurities...wanting to surround themselves with the sort of people they could feel superior to. The sort of people that displayed daily some suggestion that their psychosis was justified. The sort that made them feel correct so to speak.

If you are a vile pig of a human, it would seem that you stand less of a chance in receiving some sort of physical dismemberment (in their minds and actions) than if you are an individual interested in a career with as little drama as can be managed.

I should send them all some party hats and happy horns... and of course a note of apology since it is only a small spider bite, and probably won't result in my "member" being removed....

But of course as they say, hope springs eternal!

THE VALUE

OF FRIENDSHIP

A Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer
02/15/1968

10/26/2006

My ol' man was truly one of the last American Greats!

I'm not talking about one of these manufactured, run of the mill movie
screen type you can find anywhere in our day. I am talking about a true blue son of a bitch.

This isn't to say that he was a "son of a bitch" necessarily. Only that he was a genuine. There won't be any more like him.

The pure poetry in this, is that he was in no way a pronounced "bad ass," or overtly obvious in any other way. In fact, those things were very much not of him as I knew him. He was quite reserved and it took allot to get him to "go off" so to speak. I can't remember ever seeing him "lose it" so to speak.

Those "media" driven ideas about "great," just don't apply.

He was born and raised in East Texas. He was baptized in a creek near where he grew up. He served in the military through several conflicts, having lied about his age to "join up" back then.

The laugh in this knowledge, is that there is a contingency in the modern day that instantly categorizes him and his existence with yet more stereotypes. Usually racism and some form of ignorant brutality which those leveling such accusations usually embody themselves.

He raised me in a small town in Northern Nevada. He was smart about it. Up until around my thirtieth birthday, I still had old photographs of my birthday parties and other activities with friends, which stand as irrefutable evidence against those stereo types.

I grew up in an interracial neighborhood. Most of my "mud puddle" friends were of various races. And I had my own job as soon as I could ride a bicycle, delivering news on a few different routes.

A racist he was not. At least no more than any other person, including those that normally utilize such social aspects as a means to procure things.

We didn't ever lock our front door. There wasn't anyone not welcome, until they proved otherwise.

We traveled allot when I was quite young. All around the United States. I traveled some with my Great Aunt as well in those years.

I could sing most of Hank Williams songs before I was 10 years old, and quite a few of Earnest Tubbs, too. My Uncle Leroy was a Southern Baptist Preacher. I sat on the lap of the oldest MacDonald alive, and even played a few hands of poker with her as well at one of our extended family reunions.

But those aspects aren't all my life is comprised of, and I refuse to live the past as if life never changes. I choose to recognize the progress of humanity, at least.

There is still something about simple three part harmonies that calls to me. Odd that I would spend most of my twenties making music with people that couldn't harmonize if they had a synthesizer.

My old man was smart about allot of things. Including some things that I am only recently finding out about. One of which being how he handled what was to be my portion of a willed estate left by my mother at her time of death in 1974.

All of my other sibling were "of age" or close enough that their "share" was remitted almost entirely at the time of her death. Some $25,000 dollars. Mine on the other hand, was to be set aside until I had reached the age of thirty.

As anyone can find out, and as many know.. the seventies were a time of some rather pronounced growths. Especially in the technological realm.

There was a penny stock offered around that time (several of them), for a little known tech company that grew to become a mammoth to say the least. My old man... being true to his own back ground and insight, managed to make some rather smart investments. Several of them from what I can tell.

Like I said, he was smart in ways people won't ever really know about again given the tendencies in modern society. Most people treated him as if his depth of knowledge and insight in life were some derivative comprised of what a person might expect to find on the public restroom walls in the Emerald City, from The Wizard Of Oz.

Amazing how many people tend to make all of their decisions from their own perspectives, as if everyone else were drawing from the same well of knowledge.

Now that I think about it, I have managed to receive similar treatment as to my own capacity. A laugh really, considering that most of the people posturing such stances, are supposedly of a "better clothe." Most spending their time and energy making sure that someone knows them to be in some position of authority instead of simply existing.

He was smart and he knew people. So much so that all I ever knew of the use of that estate was having seen some of the paper work and the credit card he had gotten in my name.... which of course, I never used. In fact, I never really thought about it again through most of my youth. It could be easily said that others in my community knew more about it all than I did.

This was such a consistency, that eventually people began to think of it as if it were theirs. Which of course I am sure the old man knew would happen.

I have never seen a penny of it, and don't expect to. Especially considering the things I have experienced and weathered beginning about the time the estate was to be remitted. Near my thirtieth birthday.

All of a sudden, it was if I had drawn the curse of the ages upon myself somehow. It was suggested that I had committed one hideous act or another... but never leveled as accusation, and much less never became any issue serious enough for litigation. Even those having claimed to have documented "evidence" so to speak. Only suggested infractions and gossip, usually coupled with some fictitious stipulation which had "yet to be fulfilled"... suggested as well, of course. The "information age" has definitely added to aspects of sad scams.

I have established for myself that there aren't even any legally binding arguments to many of their claims. Even in regard to the slight of hand in attempting to address their "justifications" from various perspectives, including international standards. Either way, they are definitely unfounded as per their claims given the situation itself, but of course, that only matters if there isn't an ass load of something to be procured.... and just as many people wanting of it.

And then of course came the references to some ill disposition concerning other non-issue things such as racial bias, pre-ordained direction and success in life - some predisposed "unfairness" - directly displaying the ignorance and misinformation that most of these "concerned parties" were about... all sorts of sad displays. Some even being to the level of "celebrity" population from what I can tell, through distant relations that aren't really important. Even a stack of
marriage licenses from what I could see and some claim from the direction of my father having been in AA toward the end of his life.. which I have come to refer to as the "Autistic Artists" club. Then the most bazaar of reasoning's being that re-incarnation was a factor. As if I should not be qualified to receive the benefit of said estate, because I would be re-incarnated in another life and would get to have such benefits then. And my favorite which I heard quite a bit.. again as suggestion as if to provoke some response, was that the total "was too much for one person to have."

This, of course, unless that "one person" happened to be one of the "other parties" with interest in procuring the estate. And presumably NOT on the big list of re-incarnation.

How funny! The actual recipient named, being myself, of the estate.. was somehow less qualified to receive the total of it, than were the various social levels of scavengers doing anything they could to get a piece of it. Even to their own worst interests in disturbing what would otherwise remain an incredibly consistent thing.

Further I assure you, there is no suggested "tomorrow" for myself in the regard of re-incarnation. As I have made abundantly clear in many ways, there isn't enough of anything in this world that would make being reincarnated a worth while endeavor.

You could not pay me to be re-incarnated. There are just too many useless areas within existence these days. This sad display concerning a simple estate is one of them.

With the ease of information manipulation in the modern day, I am surprised that anyone waited until the estate was due to be remitted. From what I can tell, some of them didn't. As if
there were a huge line of people already waiting with their excuses... NOT to be addressed in a court of law, which of course meant that they were deserving of some portion in the estate itself.

Then of course came all of the people deserving of part of it. Like they just crawled out of the woodwork. Most of them not even smart enough to realize they would have benefited more in having maintained the legitimate direction of the contracted estate than in becoming a part of the desperate effort to "make themselves important."

It was as if everyone I ever knew, all of a sudden forgot the particulars of what they actually knew of my person. From what I gather, and given my personal disposition and life's philosophies, I very easily could have lived on nothing but the interest(s) accrued... with plenty left over for those so desperately concerned with "their share" of something they had nothing to do with to begin with.

I am now 38 years old. I figure eight years is long enough to have waited for the simplest of estate agreements to be remitted, though I do not expect it to be done. At least in the manner that was put forward in the agreement.

I don't ever expect to see any of it and it has been long enough since it was due, that I figure all of the messy hack work in the information transfers has been cleaned up.... unless of course the people displaying concerns chose to handle it themselves... then who knows how long it will take such meat heads to cover their own asses. "Meat heads" I discern simply from the tactics and lack of foresight in such interests to begin with.

My old man definitely knew people. He knew different types of people.

He knew that pigs would eat until they fell over and died, if they could.

He knew dogs would do similar things if it were that they could feed
themselves.

I learned allot of similar things growing up.

I know that if you want to keep the rodents and weasels out of the hen house, you don't get a dog to do it... you get a big, gnarly battle scarred cat. An "outside cat" at that, not one of those dainty little indoor upholstery wreckers. You get a big, hungry cat that could be a dragon in their own right.. and then you feed it in the same place every time. You get a female or two as well... just to give it something to be territorial about, and even breed a little to inspire the want to hunt.

Cats won't eat everything you put down for them at once. Even if there are several of them. They only eat what they need to... but they will still hunt rodents even when they aren't hungry.

The dog, you get for the kids. Dogs are great for the kids when they are out and about... they are just as afraid of being left somewhere alone, as the kids would be. It's a great pairing.

Yeah, looking at things... I would say that Sammy Joe really knew people. I couldn't have had a better dad.

He was a great friend as well... and we never even had to discuss it. Even through all of the silly crap that goes down in the average situation... he was a great friend. The kind of friend that taught me with myself, and self discovery.

As far as I am concerned, let the pigs and dogs in society gorge themselves until they fall over dead. Even and especially those which are and/or claim to be of some blood relation to myself.

Let the rodents think they are getting away with something as they sneak around and convince themselves that "no one knows what they are up to."

They can think that all that they want. From what I can tell, they won't ever know what hit 'em.

THE

END OF GRATITUDE

A Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

(r.f.p.p.s.h.)

10/24/2006

It never really occurred to me in the majority of my youth, but I have come to find out that a person should never prepare a significant meal for anyone other than their spouse and children. Maybe a prospective significant other would be alright, as the understanding is in the effort being a special effort for a reason... which usually entails getting them naked and all sweaty.

I would even go so far as to say that a person should never prepare any average meal in adulthood for anyone either, even and especially sibling and their families. Unless it is a contracted, catered service that a person is performing.

It just seems to present a situation which people shouldn't have to deal with. Either the meal is exceptional, and then makes other people envious for various reasons... or it is sub-par and everyone feels as though there wasn't enough effort and care put into the preparation.

Either way, it leads to useless conflicts at best, and internalized malice that a person could never even guess at in the worst situations.

Why would anyone suspect that preparing an exceptional meal for someone else would inspire such ill disposition?

They wouldn't. It is just that simple. Especially if it is that such a meal were a normal course of existence.

I know these things now from experience. I have spent most of my adult life as a professional cook and I have to say that it never even dawned on me... until of course I viewed the resulting social destruction and emotional carnage that presenting exceptional dining experiences seems to inspire.

It was a Thanksgiving and a co-worker or mine didn't have any great plans for the holiday. He lived with his sister, her soon to be ex-husband and their child. I didn't have any great plans either, being that it was one of the first Thanksgivings I had off from work in some time.

I suggested that we throw something together. It even sounded like a great idea being everyone else had already done their shopping days ago and there were bound to be some good deals this close to the holiday.

I should have suspected something as we walked through the store and I continued to place just this amount and that amount of certain ingredients and products into the cart... just knowing from experience how much would suffice, and what could be purchased at a better price in some other form.

I opted for canned cranberry sauce, but decided against potato buds given the ease with which mashed potato's are to prepare. I opted for bread stuffing for the bird... and boxed as an extra portion just to have for seconds.

The gravy and jus would almost make itself from the vegetable scraps left after the soup began to simmer, and the gibs of course, already included in the bird.

As we continued to "shop" for what I thought would be an average Thanksgiving meal... no really big frills, the individual I have mentioned began to get a bit shifty.... even repeatedly asking about difficulty level and complications he was obviously foreseeing in the preparation of the meal itself.

It really should have dawned on me then that he was becoming uncomfortable for some reason... some strange reason I would not realize for some years.

In my mind, it was going to be a piece of cake. Pleasurable even to lay down a simple, though adequate spread. Something everyone could enjoy that was inexpensive (I think we spent fifty dollars between us - including beers and the like) and good as well.

Just to put this in perspective, the previous years I had spent the holiday serving hordes of people similar meals which two or three of us did all of the preparation work for. I am talking hundreds of people in one service shift. Between six and ten people was going to be a walk in the park. Shits and giggles, even.

It went off without a hitch, and his sister even pitched in with some of the prep stuff as the day went along, but soon she was no where to be found in the kitchen... which was alright with me, as it was kind of part of the idea.... just a day where everyone could kick back and do nothing if they so pleased.

Including myself, as the oven and stove were doing most of the work.

As I said, it wasn't a complicated little menu. Turkey, mashed potato's, gravy.... cranberry sauce, veggies....stuffing... soup.. and pie for desert of course. I used easy, pre-made shells and a quick mix of canned pumpkin... the standard stuff.

It just never occurred to me that anyone would find reason for ill feelings. And it wouldn't for some time.

As our "friendship" dragged on, I made some advances in the local culinary scene and found yet another opportunity to kind of pitch in when his wife's parents were visiting from Japan.

I borrowed some plateware from work and made some purchases through the purveyors.. and put together several courses. It was that evening where I began to notice the surfacing effects of presenting such.

It was as if it were expected. As if somehow he was aloof instead of the communal potentials which were at hand.

It was rather peculiar to say the least, but I believe that is where gratitude ended entirely, between us.

I wasn't put out about it. As far as I care, it was his problem. Even the extended courses were really no sweat for me.

I just can't figure out how it somehow meant that I owed him something. At least as his demeanor presented.

I soon found that he isn't exactly the Lone Ranger about such strange personal twists. Even my own sibling displayed similar distance in social interaction.

It was some months later when I was at my brothers ex wife's house. I was staying there and wasn't working at the time... so it was even easier for me to put simple meals together.

It is just something that is a part of my life.

I distinctly remember when I began to notice it among my immediate family and former inlaws.

To me, it was just a simple meat loaf... but to them, I suppose it was something they never expected.

It was said that evening, to have been the best meat loaf any of them had ever had.

After that, any time I spent in the kitchen was regarded as some freakish moment. My brothers ex-wife even insisted on "just watching" as I prepared simple things like roasted chicken. Simple things.. just simple, good things.

Soon there was this air of competition. Unspoken, but present in some odd way. As if it had been my intention to compete... which really kind of was a let down in then knowing that even the simple effort put forward in a few good meals, was entirely missed. The good meal aspect, had been transformed into some reason to feel set aside.

It was somehow wasted.

I knew this when I got to the house one evening, and found a rather pronounced little drama going on about already having dinner taken care of.

This was incredibly strange as it was supposed to mean something... it was obvious that it was supposed to mean something to me, but I could not even begin to guess what that might be.

The meal was to be some concoction garnered from a magazine which entailed the use of boneless chicken breast, cream and a can of soft drink beverage all heaped together in a crock pot.

It was a great production as to how magnificent it was said to have been as it was being prepared. The reviews in the magazine raved, as it were.

So pronounced that I almost felt embarrassed for them. From out of no where was suddenly a need for affirmation. Affirmation through boneless, skinless chicken breast and a can of soda pop in a crock pot.

It may have been that very day that I realized, as I considered the bizarre display I was experiencing, that if it hadn't been for similar envies as had produced the soda pop chicken breast, non existent competition winner, I would probably have been in Paris at that moment. And with the time difference, I might have been sitting at a quiet cafe, studying notes from the day and working on my French in readiness for the next day at culinary school.

But, no big surprise as I began to notice - "they" sent the boneless chicken breast, soda pop guy instead.

Strange creatures we are.

There is no end to excuses and justifications in situations like that. Especially after they begin to be fueled with the fears of being found out.

Found out about anything that may be of their lives at that point... in the heavy atmosphere of their own displaced psyche... which I imagine begins with the efforts of insisting that a crock pot, boneless chicken soda pop breast in broken cream sauce... means anything more than a failure somewhere.

Whether it is in one's own perception of some non existent competition which would have been an outright loss if such competition were a fact.... or the myriad of crap needed to support it, were actually of existence in the degree of presented want for said support.

I could have been in France, but was instead trapped with levels of desperation I never knew existed. Exposed to them for nothing more than being able to present simple goodness with little effort.

Levels of desperation which seemed more fitting in the lives of those having produced them, than in the fact that others would have to experience them.

No reason beyond a type of want that was obviously not even understood by those seeking to fill it. A want with no reason, becoming more important even than the genuine opportunities being destroyed in the excercise of such want.

A want I can't ever see understanding, much less trying to fill with boneless chicken breast stewed in a corn syrup based soft drink concoction. Then insisting it victorious in regard to something that must be far and away beyond even the simple idea of the venue in which it is presented as victorious - being the culinary.

The life experience here seems to boil down to yet another common fact. For some reason things that should not even be perceived, manifest in the strangest ways without even being of relation to anything else. Then further, in a manner which would seem to promote some justification in the furtherance of such dispositions.

PERSONAL THOUGHTS

ON

LOVE AND EMOTION

Contemplation Oration Part I

A

Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

10/19/2006

Incredibly vast subject and one that is just as difficult to begin.

A person might start with the aspects of modern society and the progression of emotional recognitions as a person ages within said society... but that is like starting somewhere in the middle.

Come to think of it, starting anywhere is really like starting somewhere in the middle in regard to the subject of human emotion.

I suppose the "somewhere in the middle" I will begin this oration at, is somewhere near the ever popular idea of "Love," in the many ways it can manifest.

Love can and is recognized in our society as various levels of different sorts of want, I suppose.. while really, the idea of "love" from my personal opinion has very little to do with "want" in the regard that it is most widely associated with.

In an extreme sense, the idea of "love" can even encompass mercy killing. Which of course isn't altogether too recognized in the modern understanding of it. "Mercy killing" meaning areas and situations within a given example society that death would be better than seeing someone you "love" be subject to.

Of course, within our safe society and modernism's, there aren't many situations like that which can come to be... but I do imagine that there are still those instances, such as within large power circles, where such can find some way of being.

It sounds harsh, but consider for a moment... just on the outside chance that someone you actually loved was placed in a situation that would be nothing more than an unbearable hell? Some situation that may mandate their existence into a form which no animal on the planet would have to endure?

Wouldn't it be "love" to keep that person(s) from having to experience that sustained and very horrific atmosphere?

There are fates worse than death, any person with any real smarts, must admit.

Isn't it "love" to prevent such hellish existence and experience?

Is it "love" to intercede in their personal decisions rendering such a hell possible?

Quite the paradox in extreme example. ~

Again addressing the idea from somewhere nearer our safe existences and far from such extremes, it is as stated quite common to perceive just about any slight emotional shift as at least the beginnings of "love."

Lust in most cases is even promoted as "love" in an effort to gain that wonderful prize, and enable the co-participant with adequate excuses after the "prize" having excursion is over.

No where near even the television versions of "love," but none the less employed to such degrees quite commonly.

Affinities are often seen as "love." Affinities for just about anything these days. But again, no where near actual "love" in the sense of human interaction.

Crushes are often times relegated to such category as "love," but most times crushes are accompanied by a one sided aspect, and many times involve loads of insecure emotional games which of course, contrary to popular belief... really don't fall within the scope of the sort of things a person would want of "love" much less "do" to someone that they claimed to "love." Constantly implying some impending doom, being one of them.

When you really think about it, and especially considering the modern atmosphere of society.. it makes a person wonder if there is even such a thing as "love" in our modern human exchanges. Is it just fiction we perceive in various forms? A mythical paradise which we hope to construct ourselves some way?

It seems as though it would almost even be more possible in our modern day that there is no such thing, than the dreamy want of it to exist. This within the facts all too present in human interactions... deceptions being one of them.

is it "love" to bring emotional harm to one's object of "love" through failing in certain deceptions?

Is it "love" if said deceptions are seen as necessary? Is it then simply a compromise of various wants?

When exploring deceptions though, a person must consider that they have always existed, as with many other aspects of our perception of "love" which do not any where near fit our description or want of the meaning of it.

We lie to ourselves and choose to do so in the interest of convincing ourselves of the presence of such a mythical thing as is "love" in that most common understanding.

It is there, but never as is expected and never in whole as it is imagined it would seem.

Attached to this idea of "love" then, is many other truly deranged emotional possibilities... unless of course you happen to be mentally dead.

It is simply in and of the nature of that idea called "love."

Again, as some sick joke on ourselves we set ourselves up through the conditioning introduced to society, to have to chance the gambit of various illusions and toils we as a species have invented for ourselves. This in the effort of experiencing that illusive concept we all have a standard for, called "love."

Personally, I have found the best successes in relationships not through "love" as it is widely understood, but through a sort of friendship that is just as rare if not extinct in the modern climate of social and class warfare that we call society.

I have had relationships begun with sexual experiences, having of course the intention of certain developments which never transpired.

I have had relationships begun with silly, adolescent jitters and sad, clumsy attempts at courtship... again with the hopes of something developing.. which I have come to find, is really nothing more than the expectations within a sound friendship. Most times then being displaced by those silly (though admittedly enjoyable at times) jitters and frustrations in wanting it all to be "just right" so to speak.

A friendship which acts as a base value to house and weather those moments of innate human insanity called emotion. Familiarity enough to satisfy those strange and creeping thoughts which suggest some mis-step and seat suspicion where communication should reside. Familiarity in a scarce enough degree so as not to steal the wonder in the experience of finding it.

It is so incredibly amazing to me, given all of the promoted want of stable relationships... that so few ever actually enter into any new experience without some lofty expectations which always serve to disappoint. As if there is some goal... some "finish line" which serves to certify a genuine relationship has begun... of course being reinforced with the sort of things mentioned being instabilities... unnecessary instabilities that we heap upon ourselves.

The want for something to be perfect... as we may have imagined it, then acting to overshadow and most times ruin the incredibly cool potentials without the pomp and silliness of societies conditioned ideology of said "love."

Familiarity breeds contempt. Doing so only if it is that such is made a possibility. But achieving, more so establishing a sort of familiarity as a relationship progresses without the silly dramatic needs implied, can and is a very valuable thing.

How then does anyone establish such levels of trust through familiarity within our vast expanse of society?

Then of course is the aspect of "other" partners.

Is it "love" to deny this potential "need" of a partner you are said to "love?"

Is it really "love" if it is they find that need for other companionship?

Is it "love" to remain purposefully distant from potential successes within that idea and relationship?

So again with the peripheral insanities which accompany our idea of "love."

They all seem to extend from presumption, expectations... and more so such without communication... which then suggests that there is no familiarity in which to communicate adequately. As if communication could potentially harm the mythical idea a person or persons holds as the idea of "love."

This of course, as per the understood and optimum idea of "love," is not actually "love." Which essentially means that if it were that we had such a relationship, the optimum levels of familiarity which would insure stability.. I could potentially just call you a dirty b*tch f*cking w*ore one day out of the blue and within the idea of actual love, it would be alright. Knowing of course that it were honest communication. As well with the example inverted. This without even a second thought concerning the possibility of losing that which is supposedly valued about the relationship.

This isn't to say that I personally would do something like that.. especially out of the blue, but in honestly examining the idea of "love" it should be possible. Further I personally wouldn't be inclined to such forms of communication in a common manner, not because of "love" as much as in the interest of basic civility.

Funny how people aren't ready to accept those aspects within the idea of relationship and love. In fact many people don't even consider it in their topical and limited version of the idea of love.

There are those that see the idea itself as more like the "on screen" version.... both sorts now that I think about it, but both resulting in different interpretations being an extreme difference in "porn" and "movie romance." I will in no way say that such is wrong per say, only that in a real sense, how possible is it to actually achieve?

The fun of employing those presented fantasies is considerable... but in the modern atmosphere, seem to have become predominant.

It is that sort that usually leads to deceptions and sneaking around in the interest of preserving the "relationship" and "feelings" while fulfilling other "needs" that weren't met in the fantasy version of "love." And further weren't communicated much for the same reasons of a lack in comfort and familiarity which can easily be found in most standard, run of the mill friendships.

From my personal perspective, the most success would be found "through" embarrassing such aspects than in approaching "love" as if it were something to be coddled and danced around on eggshells.

Of course, that isn't conducive to so many topical things in society that it probably sounds absolutely insane in the context of which I am presenting it.

It even sounds as though a person would have to hasten the "honey moon" aspects to achieve it... but as crazy as I must be, I do not see this as the case unless "it" is approached exclusively from that angle of perceiving some finish line... some definite direction and layout even... when really, relationship in the literal sense means very much to "relate."

In many regards, the want of such relationships as are those postured to be exemplary in the eyes of society, actually even forsake the "honeymoon" aspect in posing as it, as if on display... ruining even the fun of such follies with "design" and expectation.

I suppose though that the element of danger in the modern society is definitely a factor. The risk of getting your heart ripped out when you really care about something - even to the tune of having removed all such barriers as expectations provide - is truly a considerable risk in the modern social atmosphere. In any situation and most especially in regard to personal human exchange in genuine interests.

Some within our society have even made it their version to simply forgo any actual interests, and get right to utilizing such potentials as a social weapon of sorts, as if there were some contest to win.

Perhaps, now that I think about it, the expectation of such potential as said familiarity may even be considered as "expectation" beyond the common want of those frivolous things which are constantly associated with the optimum relationship.

Where then does that leave us as cognitive creatures?

Probably incredibly screwed and forever lost within the manufactured and developed idea called "love" which probably was created as an effort to categorize all of those crazy human urges we are saddled with.... unless one happens to be entirely void of living aspects of humanity.....that make us want of said relationship(s) through various inspirations, including even a sense of control.

Some people subject themselves to various levels of manufactured insanity in order to hope of some sense of control! How incredibly magnificent is life from some perspectives! How could it get any better from certain, unique as per entertaining aspects in observation and appreciation?

To subject ones self to versions of insanity, in the interest of finding all that anyone really wants in so many instances!

Shakespeare, eat your heart out. It doesn't get much better in the dark humored appreciation of this grand comedy, than that!

If contracts were worth a shit in our modern day, I would perhaps suggest that they would be the better option to resolve the apparent impasse of humanity, called "love." Contractual agreements, hookers and gigolo's.

But that as well, would alienate most of the population not being able to afford them. So I guess we are just screwed.

NICE

UPHOLSTERY JOB

A

Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

10/19/2006

It may sound a bit off of the deep end, but I have even heard some of them squeak like they were squeakie toys with great little upholstery jobs. To them I am sure they feel as though they are roaring like lions... but it just comes out like a squeak. A squeeze toy squeak.

It is hard to determine just what many of them are really good for other than perhaps some form of living display organism for upholstery designs... and of course little consuming machines waiting expectantly for the daily dose of special treats just for being such good upholstery displays... and of course squeaking.

A person could even be drawn to envy the little bastards to some degree. They get every comfort known to man and they aren't even human.

They get carried around. They get special treats for no reason. Some of them even have special carrying containers that are like moving condos.

Cats don't even have it that good, and all that they do is squeak and prance around with their gleaming upholstery job showing for the world to see.

I wonder sometimes just how small they can breed them? I have seen some examples being not much more than the size of the average mans hand... but I still have to wonder if they can get even smaller? Squeakier, even?

Could it be possible that someday they will even be available in such small versions that there could be a resurgence in the popularity of gumball machines? Forcing grown people to fight and argue like children at the grocery store, over who's turn it is to turn the nob and receive their squeaking upholstery job prize? Perhaps even complete with a collar and leash.. and of course a similar "breed" certification one might expect in the average, popular doll toy box. Though of course in regard to the certification of breed and authenticity pertaining to the small, squeaking upholstery display just out of the gumball bubble and already wagging its tail in the expectation of some tasty treat....

...for nothing!

Nothing, that is.... except just being a squeaker.

Squeakers with great little upholstery jobs!

THE

SECRET GOVERNMENT,

CELEBRITY,

ALIEN SPACESHIP

A Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

10/17/2006

Freaks can be seen everywhere these days.

I have had people claim my existence to be "freaky" in some way they don't seem to care to elaborate on, but I look around and really don't know what the hell they are talking about.

It is possible to find just about every kind of freakish individual a person could imagine, even at your finger tips here in 2006. You don't even have to put any effort into it.

"They" are just there.

This includes a form of magnificence that I personally get kind of a kick out of being that my personal history is near areas of direct interest to this strain of freak. The "Alien" freak is really something to tout as being a part of my personal background however vicariously.

I was born in the state of Nevada, and as many know it happens to house one of the biggest Alien freak magnets on the planet... other than Vegas, that is.. but I am not talking about their employment opportunities... being the "Aliens" that is, or the "Alien Freaks." I am talking about the phenomenon being the "Space Martian Alien Guy" among us thing.

It is even rumored that there is an attachment to the social networking of celebrities... which isn't all that far out there when you consider things for what they are perceived as in the media. To use a simple term, it is just a down right Hoot in allot of respects.

Some people even think that a person cannot become a celebrity unless the "Alien Martian Guys" think they are neato. More so even "select" them to not only be celebrities but to populate some secret government alien space ship that will hold only so many examples of humanity for which to populate some other planet or some other crap.

They can have it!

Could you imagine being couped up with most of the celebrity population? Much less have to spend an eternity with them?

Who ever these "alien Martian Guys" are that are doing the picking and choosing must be looking for menu items instead of any sort of company to keep if you ask me.

Further in this connection "quite logically" is the assumption that there resides a large "Alien Space Ship" on which said chosen individuals get to take up residence when the time comes. Fortunately for everyone involved, there is rumored to be another one in Colorado.

Anyone with any smarts would know that this means the possibility of actually populating more than one other planet! Especially when a person considers the inherent rivalries portrayed and promoted in the media. You can relate to what I am talking about here, the "good guys" and "bad guys" thing. I can't think of anyone dumb enough to think that the "Alien Martian Guys" would put the "good guys" and "bad guys" together on just ONE special secret planet that they are going to populate.

That would just be damn silly. Why not just save the Earth and not go through the trouble of transporting all those particularly precious examples of humanity?

Then of course, as everyone knows it would be an incredible bore to be part of that body of human specimen. Most notably because, again as everyone knows, Alien Martian Guys don't have any sexual organs. What that means, yet again as it is widely known, is that the celebrity population never has sex either, as a part of the qualifying requirements to be on the Secret Government Alien Space Ship.

Promiscuity would be an immediate disqualifier in that line of reasoning.

This then means that any children born to those in the celebrity population are a sort of illusion themselves. They are manufactured humanoid type of creatures that hold a majority of Alien Guy genes in their make up.

They are a shoe in for the secret space ship. So don't even think about it, as it were.

I do feel the slight want to divulge that I personally have seen unidentified aircraft, but strange as it seems.. most likely from my fathers long affiliation with the United States Air Force, I haven't really been drawn to the idea that those air ships are or were of something beyond understanding.

I have seen both most popular versions, being the cylindrical version of "old," and the more recent "disc like" version.

The cylindrical version having been in my early youth and very much as is widely depicted, being elongated and silvery while the more recent version is usually a black, hovering disc like craft. And as well there is the instance of being "spotlighted" from a craft at a considerable altitude.... no less than several thousand feet as I can recollect. Probably between two and three thousand if memory serves.

I guess I might even speculate that I have been abducted given such experiences and the known "fact" (uh-hem) that the Alien Martian Guys can suspend time and reality. Having actually watched such activity, as opposed to the more common "seen" activity.. a person could surmise that I very possibly have even been "probed!"

Don't go getting all jealous now, girls.... I can't say that I have so much as it is only a distinct possibility within the very logical line of reasoning surrounding the phenomenon itself. Besides, I am not a famous celebrity and really don't see myself putting any effort in such directions... so, again in that line of reasoning, I must not be on the "short list" of Alien Martian Guy preferential material...

...Which of course, as I have stated, is just fine with me.

As for the secret areas that draw so much attention?

I personally hope that it houses something cool. That is if it isn't just a place for hob nobbers to hob nob and have a few beers around the barbecue grill.

Something cool like the place where they put all of the super heroes super suits and other stuff, when they all got confiscated in the big reorganization effort that consolidated such activities. As everyone knows, this being in the effort to standardize super hero activities and give the government something else to do with their time besides audit people they have been harassing for years. And of course to give the bad guys a better chance because the super heroes just kicked too much ass!

The confiscation might have been because the super heroes weren't cutting the lawyers and auditors any slack as well, for their illicit activities in the effort to further their own trade....

...but admittedly, that is just pure, unfounded speculation and conjecture.

ALL

HALLOWS

EVE

A Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

10/17/2006

It is historically a fact as far as I know, that the holiday of Halloween was begun in an effort to "knock a little something loose" so to speak. It was started in a time so far away from modern comfort that many may find it hard to imagine not having something needed in every day life.

The reasons for it, in my understanding, were in the effort to make sure that the bounty from the recent plenty was distributed... at least so as none went hungry.

People put on costumes and disguises both to hide their identities and to impart a note of "or else" into their activities. As far as I am informed, the act of "trick" only took place when it was that those with much failed to give of it in the least to those with much less.

I recall seeing one "trick" in particular being the re-situating of horse carraiges on roof tops... which I still find somewhat amusing. When you think about it, the money that would be paid to remove the wagon from the top of the house would probably be more than having simply issued some token in the form of food stuffs and the like... which of course has carried over in the modern day to issuing candies and other tasty snacks to ward off the "trick" which may insue.

As with much else in our time, the "trick" part has fallen aside as has the house to house tradition I remember so well with the holiday. Being the fear of even one another within that comfort, having become the biggest contributer of such a migration in the festivities.

I find as I recall, that I must have been part of a dying breed in regard to this holiday as well.... not that I was alone in this as it was quite common where I grew up, almost a natural thing to embody what I came to find were the more traditional aspects of the holiday. This meaning that just about every one of us was ready to level our version of "trick" should the oportunity arise. Most times, it just ended up as a sort of antagonizing tactic toward one another.

The preferred method of "trick" in those days, was the common egg becoming deftly applied projectile. The more advanced and premeditated of us actually made sure they were already near rotten in time for the celebration itself.

This proved effective, or must have as I cannot recall one bad year as per candy being enough to last nearly to the new year.

Though I sincerely doubt that any sort of coercive measure was considered on the part of ourselves by those with heaping bowls of candy, it still must be said that I had quite the time - as did many of us - and mostly, as stated, when it came to be that we would cross one anothers paths so to speak.

Something else to note about this activity, was that it seemed to grow as we did. In teen years and of course with the procurement of cars and other transportation... this activity became an entirely new level of interest. Complete with some having modified fire extinguishers to accomodate refilling with none other than egg product. Usually having been prepared ahead of time for the one night it would prove invaluable.

Air hoses were free back then, so it was very much the superior means with which to deliver the egg product cargo... in streams and ropes of sticky discharge!

It was such a pronounced activity that there were even efforts to thwart it, such as forbiding the sale of eggs to anyone under the age of 18 years old, very near Halloween.

We found ways around it of course. Corroborating "adults" mysteriously purchasing cases of eggs at rather peculiar times and intervals... and even having imported some from near by towns.

When I think back on it, we would have crapped them out if we had to.

The car wash operators must have just loved us then.... with every hour or so, there was a new need to spend a few quarters in removing the majority of the egg before it dried.

There was good reason for using eggs in such situations. Dried egg is much more than a pain in the ass to remove from things. Especially paint and windows.

I can't say as anyone will really miss those things in our society, but I can say that I was most definitely there, in the mess of it for years. In probably the most traditional sense that could have been post electricity... unless of course a person counts fraud and extortion in the business world as of the same line. But I have yet to willingly and knowingly be of that form in the "trick or treat" sense, and I can't see myself as being a part of it any time soon.

So I guess that means that such antics are gone for some time, for me... unless I can manage sneaking a few in of my own, should I ever have monsters of my own to put on the street on a night like Halloween.

A

BRIEF CONSIDERATION

OF

FACT

A Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

10/17/2006

It is the fall season currently. It is truly one of my favorite times of the year for several reasons other than the obvious and most common aesthetics.

I think back briefly on what people would say was an upbringing. Not necessarily my youth per say... but those things which constitute the idea of upbringing.

The experiences I can recount were rather varied in extremes laid upon the consistent of the common drab anyone can recall.

I find that I now have some trouble in understanding modern social dynamics to some degree. I can see them and cope with them. I most definitely can comprehend to some degree the depth and reasons perhaps they have come to be. It is that I lack any sort of place where I can attach the reasoning behind them.

The single most confounding aspect of modern society from my perspective seems to be how it has managed to maintain itself through the growing extreme in shifts from one "political" side to the other.

I don't seem to recall such drastic extremes as a child. I definitely was never exposed to such levels of desperation in my upbringing. This, even through numerous less than pleasurable life experiences rather early on.

Another thing that confounds me about my particular upbringing, is in the drastic difference between myself and siblings. Perhaps that has to do with their own upbringings being of a more traveled sort than my own. I don't think there are any two of us that were born in the same state, myself being the youngest of the group and the only one that wasn't forced to travel as the military required.

There is such a pronounced difference that something such as my fathers death serves as example to illustrate such. It seems I was the only one that ever really "lived" with him outside of military experiences which may be another part of said differences.

I recall when he died, that the biggest concerns seemed to be about who would get what.... so much so that I found myself considering the idea of planting a fake treasure map that would need the floor boards removed just to dig under the house in pursuit of it. Something further about this, was my older sister and oldest brother thinking some rivalry was the issue at hand... even further was my sisters use of it in a smoke screen sort of way that told her no one else noticed the move she made to lay claim to the majority of assets.

She seemed comfortable with that.. which is what I am really getting at here. I couldn't have.. which I suppose would be counted against me in some twist of realism.

When I consider it though, perhaps it wouldn't be a twist of realism but only a perspective as result of my own upbringing having alienated me from the more important aspects in life.

It just doesn't make sense though, so I suppose I have to keep my own perspective. To attempt to adjust in such a way would be similar to trimming the puzzle piece to fit where it was supposedly supposed to go, as opposed to where it is that it fit in a conducive manner.

I just see no reason for those types of manufactured silliness. Life isn't that complicated but complicated enough that a person shouldn't want to fabricate problems for themselves, much less others.

Slight of hand belongs on the stage, maybe on the street corner.... to me those are places it belongs. Anywhere else seems as though you are just packing more baggage to worry about instead of experiencing life.

But maybe that is where sub contracts and the job force really come from? Those situations where it is deemed necessary to find someone else to keep an eye on those past "slights of hand" so as to insure they don't show up at the wrong time?

Kind of crazy to think there are actually areas of existence like that. If you look at it right, it can stand as a great compliment to the advance of society itself being so safe and comfortable that people can afford such peripheral concerns.

Personally, I still find some level of entertainment when I see the words "error log created" on the computer screen. I have to wonder in coincidence, just who may have loaded their pants at that moment... then remembering of course, the one time that I managed such a feat, tucked away now somewhere back where I can say it was in my upbringing.

Which means then, that the one "error log" I created is now somewhere "in" my pants, "in" my upbringing, "in" the past. Indeed, indubitably and more to the point, rather incorrigibly.

..And then of course, was the one "error flush created," which I have yet to see as a computer icon.. but no less "in," in many respects.

PROFESSIONALISM

A Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

10/17/2006

In very limited and not to be confusing terms, I seem to have found that there is no such thing.

There seems to be only those willing to briefly approach the concept, then run for their lives at the resulting swarm of talentless vultures, and those that are of the grouping vulture mentality.

It very much is that no such thing truly exists beyond popular media exposure and the "smile and nod" as someone known as a "superior" approaches.

It doesn't matter what area of social interaction the given example is applied to.

It is even further a fact that any displaying said forms of professionalism, are ridiculed and widely understood to be far less than intelligent.

At first this may sound a bit frightening, but when a person considers it it starts to make sense in the modern atmosphere of mechanized existence. If it were that everyone were reduced to the depraved levels in lack of simple professionalism, it would very much mean the most grand levels of success for automated society.

The unfortunate aspect of this seemingly desired dynamic development, is that there is still much to be wanted in letting machines do everything. How is it that a guy is supposed to impress a girl, for instance?

This of course is now subject to various deranged aspects as well, given that as much or more effort is put into acquiring the prestige of others for such purposes, as it would take simply to apply one's self in the smallest way so as to produce such for themselves.

But again, a large contradiction in the "big plan" of achieving that automated superiority.

How can a guy make impressions if they are shackled to the idea of driving everything through automation?

Alright, so a guy can wait until the young ladies are past that age where they demand to be conquered and "taken" as a token to their wiles.... but then the guy is stuck with the sort of females that should simply be employing gigolo's at that point.

And of course... within that dynamic of desired automation... is again the contradiction of providing for that want every girl seems to have of being "swept away" as an object of desire so alluring as to even transgress the established standards of society. While, of course demanding some facade which maintains the illusion of a supposed want for equality.

But those are side issues in regard to our modern social "professional" dynamic.

In many instances, it is seen as acceptable to step entirely outside of said areas of professionalism if it is thought that said tactics will garner the desired goal of being seen as superior... even within that automated atmosphere.

Sad really.

Not that such things happen so much as the fact that as a species, we have caused such situations and done so under the guise of advance. Social advance and otherwise.

Then, in that given example of reasons for such efforts, what does that really leave the girls as their prize? People so desperate to be accepted that they posture as something else in any social respect that may be in need of use at the moment.

The girls get screwed! In more ways than is readily evident with their obvious acceptance of such substitutions.

Humanity gets screwed! The females end up with meat heads that had no semblance of their own existence to begin with.... not to mention no self respect enough to present themselves as themselves in that degree.

No wonder the welfare system is a booming anchor (though in limited ways), to the social economics in various countries.

This isn't to say that these people are all on welfare. Only that a substantial portion of the population ends up in those situations given that the sort being chosen through such tactics are very much meat heads to have gone that route of insecurity to begin with... which means, they probably aren't that well equipped to continue the false front that got them the "panties on the floor" to begin with.

Which then of course, means that those having been "dumb enough" to display commitment and professionalism - not to mention productivity in direct violation of the bigger plan to automate - are stuck with providing for those having gone such directions.

In allot of ways, to forsake the idea of professionalism very much means in the modern day that you get the girl, you can even go so far as to "knock her up," you then get free money and further you don't have to be responsible for any of it.

Once you are "in" in that regard, it is all home free so to speak. Especially concerning the females as there is no way in hell they would admit to being duped into mating with a meat head... that is, someone they may see as less than acceptable as per their standards for such positions.

Something even more queer about this, is that in most instances those examples of females actually help to persecute those with any level of professionalism. This I suspect being a ripple effect from the bitterness of those having grown to find out how badly they were ripped off to begin with... then not wanting any other female to experience anything more than what they were dumb enough to fall for themselves.

A vicious cycle of the determination to unravel humanity, though not in direct intention per say - but more as result of failed begetting deliberately failed as per some warped sense of equality.

I find myself thinking on this subject, as it wasn't that long ago that I personally fell victim to social upheavals.. more a form of desperation disguised as social/political change, which put me out of work.

It surprised me to some degree given that I had a rather considerable amount of respect and did employ a considerable amount of professionalism in my work life.

But that seems to be very much the reasons, themselves.. again, simply disguised as some political silliness which of course should not have meant my being displaced when considering established laws and standards.

I suppose it would be difficult to maintain said facades... so in that, it must be all the more difficult to maintain said facades while those being deliberately affected and offended are still present within the area a person would see professionalism as concerning.

When I further consider my personal experience, I realize why it is that I find little if even any bitterness. Especially in regard to the "girls" thing. It is quite obvious to me now, that none of the females having been a part of said experience with me had any real interest in my person as per said potential mates. There always seemed to be another motive of some sort. So much so that I saw no reason to pursue any given individual in my social circles at that point in time.

I consider it, and realize that for every reason I should be angered to some degree about feeling cheated and the like, there are thousands of reasons in every moment I can recall, not to be. The least of which not being the fact that said meatheads are very much the "girls" only quarry at this point.

As long as posturing and facade are what they are looking for, as is somewhat obvious in that situation and experience, then why would anyone be angered about it?

I have considered that perhaps my focus in some instances was seen as too focused... but that just isn't the case as anyone could honestly tell you. It just seems to have worked out that there weren't any conducive others as per potential mates... surprisingly I might add.

I'm not put out in the least as many might expect. In regard to loss of potential mates, that is. As I have said before, if I want complications I'll just double park. If I want someone else's complications.. I'll just find myself being efficient and professional again.

In that, they are sure to manifest without fail.

POOR

LITTLE

CELEBRITIES

A Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

10/16/2006

When a person considers it, it can be no small wonder why anyone doesn't understand a celebrity tantrum.

If you truly consider the celebrity population, they are well deserving of such tantrums, as most of them are some of the most pitiable people in existence.

Personally, I would make it against the law to the level of humanitarian issues for any celebrity to have children.

I do not think they aren't capable of raising children, only that the atmosphere is a consistent means through which those said children then grow to be human abominations. People that just have no clue about even the most basic of living experiences.

That alone is incredibly inhumane.

There are quite seriously people that have been raised with no outside experiences beyond the fabricated, and rather deranged atmosphere of celebrity.

It must be hellish when you think about it. They seriously have no clue beyond want and other forms of want.

The more embarrassing aspects of celebrity from a human point of view, are those that were born in the gutter so to speak, even those that had somewhat normal upbringings then becoming such pitiable examples of the human species through the act of attaining some form of celebrity.

They deserve to be able to throw tantrums and the sort. It must be hideous to have to live as themselves.

When I think about people my own age that have really never experienced things for themselves, being exposed to sunshine up their ass twenty four hours a day, makes me nearly ill. To think that these people have everything a person could need directly at their finger tips, and have nothing between their ears through which to employ it beyond the said want of some trinket or some other silly, soon to be forgotten aspect of their fabricated lives... nearly brings a person to tears.

What grotesque levels of waste is the modern human society in that sense?

Their lives are filled with empty fabrications that will sooner than later disappear from the trail of humanity itself. Probably in some huge nuclear cloud if it were that "they" actually gained any sort of real influence.

It is truly pitiable. Then further is the idea in some people's minds, that they should actually make serious decisions on the lives of other individuals as this usually then happens through that fabricated plasticity which engulfs their every ounce of existence.

I truly want to whence when it is that I see some example of celebrity which are known to have had some considerable experience in the actual world, act as though they had just dropped out of gods asshole or something.

These people were just in the fucking gutters, but suddenly they are the upper most example of humanity, and supposedly so even in the face of grotesque lacking in understanding even themselves?

I wouldn't be a very good celebrity, as I wouldn't fit in. I have found that if a person has individual interests beyond some corporate affiliations, it somehow equates to being "A" moral. Then if not that, some other non issue aspect of existence that perhaps it is seen as too difficult for those issuing such statements to have embodied themselves.

A strange thing is the idea of celebrity in the modern day. something I personally do not care to be a part of as per participation. Especially given the fact that "Blow" and "Heroine" are almost mandatory in some circles, while having a smoke and a snoot full is considered punishable by death if not worse from what I can see.

I suppose that has to do with the huge push from the AA type of groups becoming desperate to affiliate themselves with the idea of celebrity, and in doing so entirely defiling the idea that such "groups" as AA are built on.

Then of course is the recent push concerning "Scientology."

Granted, the realm of celebrity is very much no where near reality, and is within that somewhat maliable as per such influences, but again such is something I personally don't find interest in. I don't care who else is "doing it."

Me, I'd personally have a blast with things like the Papparatzi. How much more fun could a person ask for than something to fuck with all of the time? Especially if celebrity is nearly as boring as it seems to be.

It seems that so many of these social rejects called celebrity are so concerned with some perceived self image, that they imprison themsleves with paranoia about it.

You are supposed to be Thesbians and the sort, right? "Rock Stars" as it were.

How could any press what so ever NOT be spun into a beneficial type of ploy? Accepting of course the grotesque extremes such as the O.J. crap... but seriously people, how in the hell could anyone want to be a part of such concentrated narcissism? Especially and even more so in the fact that any sort of interest in existence beyond some continuous imagery of orgies and amphetamine crashs gets a person no where but ousted and ridiculed.

I know how to masturbate. Masterbation is the better option than imprisoning one's self in a situation with obviously insane examples of humanity. I look at most examples of celebrity and just can't imagine myself as being a part of it. Can you begin to imagine the waste of existence it would be to actually be trapped with some of those people? Sure, most of them look great... but what is beyond the sex and notoriety? I can't begin to imagine a conversation with a female having the priorities that are required to actually be a celebrity in the modern day.

It is so pitiable in so many ways that it becomes difficult to even approach much less explain.

This is in no way to suggest that I find myself of some higher class of human being, only to the effect that I just could not bring myself to stomach non stop crap about "self" and "want," what some talk show host says other people think of me or my spouse.

You wake up one day and life is gone. Filled with empty crap and bitterness welling because of it.

Then of course are the "meat head" aspects. Those individuals harboring some mentally ill want of association to THEIR perception of what actually was. Including that of jealousies pertaining to THEIR interpretation of a given example females interests.

Who needs that shit? As far as I can tell those aspects deserve each other. Desperation for recognition and the even more desperate want of affiliation with said recognition.

I just could not give less of a shit about it, and in no way would choose to be a part of it. Why then concern myself with it, much less compete for any part of it? To think that some of those people would actually kill for a bit part in a television commercial.... as long as they had someone else to blame, that is.

Then of course is the aspect of sniveling to corporate sponsors and whom so ever currently holds your contract... which in most cases, the individuals having agreed to said contracts didn't have the smarts enough to simply include things they might actually want or need in them. Thus producing another sickening aspect of embarrassment to humanity in people that should be wanton of nothing, acting as though they are the most mistreated people on earth. Laying claim to anything they can that may be perceived as interesting.

YOU are the dumbass that didn't include things in a contract you probably should not have agreed to if it weren't for the arrogant, desperate narcissism that drove the desperation to agree to it.

Why does, or should everyone else have to listen to you snivel about screwing yourself in such contractual agreements? Why would your own ignorance mean that you somehow deserve something from other people in that sense?

It just cannot be that difficult.

Which then brings me to another species of supposed human, being the sort that attempt to attach themselves to said celebrity in any manner possible.... including said examples of the type of places a person might find such contractual agreements being issued.

In consideration simply as a human not bound by the average mentality readily admitted into the realm of celebrity, it would even seem that such areas of "bad deals" are a welcomed and used part of various government ploys to maintain some sort of control on the "fabricated socialite" population which oozes consistently from the United States.

It makes sense that those types of places rendering things like the Francis Farmer sort of contracts, are still in existence. It is sad that they tend to spread a hierarchical bent based on some sort of "vengeance" which is usually as result of bitterness from ones own ignorance... somehow being transformed into an acceptable dynamic to not only promote, but even defend to some degree. As if it then becomes a game of finding another sucker to dupe much as one's own desperate greed managed to victimize themselves to such predatory entities.

All sorts of hideous crap goes down, not limited to false contracts even. People laying claim to successes any way that they can, even through fabricated horseshit of all sorts. ANYTHING. As long as it may make them look better, if only to themselves.

It truly stands as ominous to the small advances of humanity, given the ramifications and peripheral effects of such levels of concentrated aspects.

Why would anyone WANT to be a part of that modern social structure? It's bad enough that a person has to pay through the nose just to watch a movie these days.

SOMETHING

HIGHLY

SPECIALIZED


A Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer
02/15/1968


08/2006



I have a piece of string.

It is just a plain, old piece of string.

I don’t tie it around my finger.

I don’t use it to secure my hair.

I don’t even remember where I got it.

I used it for some time – well over a year – to fasten my toiletries bag to my backpack. Toiletries that, admittedly I hardly ever used.

I removed that small and worn bag today – as well as the string, but I think I will keep the string around for something else.

It never broke once.

I can’t help wonder just what I will use the string for, again?

It is just a plain ol’ piece of string, you know?

Like a tool you never appreciate – something highly specialized – until of course, you need it.

Yeah, I think I will keep my highly specialized, plain ol’ piece of string around for awhile. Even though it doesn’t seem to hold any outwardly redeemable qualities – beyond those topically discernable about string, that is.

But all the same, it is probably the worlds only acknowledged piece of plain ol’, highly specialized string right now – and that has got to hold some sort of value…

...beyond the fact that I can use it again for something as useless as fastening toiletries I don’t use, to luggage I pack on my back.

THE

AUTO-MOTION

MIRROR

A Creative Commentary

By

David A. Archer

09/11/2006

There it sits.

If you look, you will find it.

Most times in the very same place in every household, regardless of the repetition of them which may appear from room to room.

Sometimes you walk in and find immediate attention from your hosts, and then other times you might as well not have been there at all. All depending of course, on the present functioning status of their Auto-motion mirror.

Some people like to be different and call theirs an “Auto-motion Reflector,” just to make it sound more exciting to the neighbors. But rest assured, they all serve the same purpose. This purpose seeming to be the removal of any capacity, or otherwise considered space and function between their ears.

It is quite the modern appliance. So much revered that many times it no longer serves the purpose of “mirror,” it surpasses such in a cyclical fashion. It becomes the tail “leading” the dog so to speak. Then rendering the formerly “reflected” as a sort of mirror themselves, acting out that which they have experienced vicariously, in their everyday lives.

I find it curious that people have even died because of it, literally in a direct manner. Some finding themselves quite dead suddenly while in a hurry to get home and be reflected in their own mind through the motions and suggestions it emits, even though most of those reflections have been planned and produced for some months before the reflection is subject to those finding interest. Then strangely enough making themselves the reflection, of the reflection of themselves while thinking they are on the cutting edge of society’s motion.

In a social sense, it is similar to the effect you can see when hinging the mirror on the medicine cabinet to a forty five degree angle, to see the infinite repetition of reflections between it, and the wall mirror with yourself sparsely within said series…less and less so with the repeated generations of bouncing reflection as they continue into an eternity of fictitious area.

That is very similar to the rendered effect of this Auto-motion mirror as we render ourselves fictitious through it. But such is the tendency of our existence as creatures… at least it would seem as such. “Alive” as reflections of depictions meant to be reflections. Gravitating toward something always a little better than we see our selves… even in a real, and quite physical mirror and even when the act of it continues to render our very stature as creatures, more and more as fictitious echoes of ourselves. Perceived within our mind as somehow better, while rendering the opposite effect in a real sense to our physical persons.

Eventually I suppose it could become so pronounced that factual fictitious reproductions of ones self could stream behind them, as real illusions in effect similar to that of the bouncing wall mirror, visual feedback. Produced somehow through technological advance we have yet to “reflect” into existence.

And you thought traffic was bad, now?

We sit as we do, watching representations of ourselves living, watching… then watching the living through a fabricated reproduction. Automated and effortlessly fueled with the interest a person can observe in a monkey given a mirror.

Perhaps that is another reason we count ourselves superior to the average chimp? Our version is automated, we invented it and it makes us change how we look to ourselves sometimes with every minute.

I have yet to meet a zoo inhabitant that can do that for themselves.

Somehow within the reflection we reflect, we no longer just see the wrinkled monkey faced oddities that we are. Blobbed on the couch and smelling of various things we can’t quite identify…even and especially the fragrances we heap on ourselves to better reflect the reflection in motion we cling to with our minds. So as not to miss out on something, I suppose.

It is rather impressive, but nowhere near as impressive as having seen it begin to stream into reality. The breech itself being worth centuries of human progress I imagine. At least such is suggested in the continued promotion in effort to attain repeated and sustained breeches, even and most especially through the amplified use of further farce.

It achieves even the most difficult of tasks so simply, that there is no big surprise at its level of popularity.

A person would not be caught dead purposefully doing the same or similar thing as even their direct neighbor…but if it is something in the Auto-motion mirror, everyone on the block, within the city, county state and sometimes even the country and beyond, will find themselves happily repeating it in conversation and motion.

As long as they feel as though they are the “first” person in reference to the promoted popularity in reflection. It is truly a great invention in regard to that aspect, being able to produce so many simultaneous “first in line” positions. All without the other “first in line” positions ever really considering it beyond just knowing that “those other guys” are big fakers and just want to act like they are the “first in line.”

Have the same lawn mower as the guy across the street? No freaking way!

Wear the same dress suit as the lady down the hall? Dream on, buddy!

Have the same lunch box as the kid from “that” part of town? Isn’t going to happen!

Act, even if just in your mind, as though you are a superhero? Associate yourself with a fictitious representation of a bar room or restaurant social atmosphere?

Sure! With pleasure. Everyone is doing it….but I was the first one!

It is obvious that what cannot be done to an animal in the direction and reference of “humanitarianism,” can easily be done to humans and most times with their consent in voluntary participation. As long as they are likely to experience the sensation of being able to reflect the reflection of what they may be led to believe is themselves…without the wrinkled monkey like faces of course. Thus leading them to the salvation in belief that it is perceived as we all wear sweat proof make up, and simply sign on the dotted line for goods or services rendered…and of course, that they are the “first ones.”

It could be considered a living piece of art if a person were to lend themselves to such a description. But of course, in a somewhat mutated manner, given the various levels and degrees of reflection being reflected to reflect the initial reflections, where ever they originate. If any place at all which could be found in one “any place at all.”

I have to admit, that it can get a little confusing at times, as per trying to keep track of how many and what degree of reflection a person might be referencing when interacting with the general public. As well, I must admit that in allot of ways, that is part of the fun of it.

“Just which ‘first in line’ one” are you, again?”

It makes for really wonderful and inexpensive party favors, cerebrally. There is never a loss for words in conversation when referencing a social situation through a perspective attained from the Auto-motion mirror. There isn’t much risk of self exposure, either…which is another aspect I believe is rather attractive to most.

Further there’s never a loss for material to make ones self immediately look entirely foreign and weird. Simply reference a few reflections “down the hall” of reflective generations (so to speak), from where you may surmise your present company resides.

In some ways. Relaxing, and more homeopathic ways. A monkey, or even a dog and an actual mirror is a good reprieve from the pace of modern reflective existence through the Auto-motion mirror. It is so much more simple, and even simple to do speaking from experience, with none of the added baggage the modern version entails. No social pressures (beyond explaining the presence of a monkey). No character names to remember. No scripts or lines to properly deliver.

All you do is look at it and it looks back, making the same, though inverted silly faces…which, obviously enough, is a representation of yourself.

Of course, a person has to be somewhat comfortable with themselves before undertaking this sort of self indulgent entertainment. If you find it hard to look at yourself straight in the mirror, then making faces into one probably isn’t for you, however alluring it may sound at first. This, without even considering the more advanced mirror exercise involving spit bubbles which many consider college level stuff, so it then becomes one of those “at your own risk” things... which as a matter in the common sequence of events, the insurance guys love.