chapter lV. Wylie goes off at the bloody idiots, such as the church, for proclaiming humans ain't got no instinct 'cause they aren't animals. But thinking creatures.

As if a half of half a percent of humans stopped to think. They, the masses, are simple sheep that move in the opposite direction of the barking.

Or something like that.

Wylie likes Jung and says how come.

Instinct.

We should wonder at its beauty. Not deny it.

I can tell you something and it's this. He says stuff like he was reading the writings of antikult. 'Sept for writing it 65 years earlier.

For example. He says quote: Ignorance is not bliss - it is oblivion. end quote. Maybe I said suicide.

And the shit with the cars. He raves on against them with brutal openness. Just to show you how no one gives a fuck what he has to say.

They, these days, know the personal lives of Britney what's her name and Robbie, give it a fuckin' brake, or fuck wit Mopie.

I'm not sorry, but aware that I digress.

I'll eat some toast.

Ch. 5 Perversion of the Cinderella story.

I'm certain that had I not the belief that I should try to make our situation clear, I wouldn't have spent my life trying to understand our situation. This is not such an uncommon belief. It can be observed in the writing style.

Megalomaniac.

Know all. See all.

It's evolution. The instinct rules and it will always cry out against ignorant slavery.

There is much magic in instinct.

We digress.

Cinderella with the shoe that fit.

So Wylie says the original Cinderella story was more like a parable. A woman waking to the riches of life.

Of course, the american Christian translation interprets riches for money. Which is about as perverted as evil bastards can get. Make the idiots worship money, sell them shit to steal their lives.

And build a monument.

So all the girls wanna be a beautiful Cinderella and marry some fucker with loads of cash.

So Cinderella can surround herself with shiny things.

Quite a difference between waking up and falling in love with an evil lie.

Pissed away life.

Bumber.

Ch. 6

Ah yes, the big sex lie.

The belief in the authority in the voice of the church is absurd. Anyone who doesn't understand that, is dangerous.

Luckily, usually only to themselves.

That however does add to the number of lost sheep obeying the loudest barks.

I know I already used that analogy. I'll not do it again.

Save the fish.

Let's talk sex.

I like that my writing is becoming childish. If I write what I feel I should write, by the time I'm wrapping the evidence together.

I'll have the capacity to write what I'd like to write.

Nothin'.

Just kidding.

Kids books.

Infants.

See the ball.
The ball is read.
You've got a Mother
fuckin' Bullet in your head.

A photo might be too hard for a kid.

If man has been at war since the advent of metal into our trash cultures.

When do we tell the truth.

Never.

Let's lie about sex. Make it a sin.

Madness.

Sex is as real as skin. Every creature screams for sex. It is number one for procreation.

The survival of a species demands that it's participants have sex. It is a big part of evolution.

Two creatures mate.

Their descendants are almost a mix of the two. The mixing of the two adds, unless we get too much incest, famous in our history.

Eventually sex leads to the evolution of a species.

Sex, of course is not the only thing. Depending how you see it.

Example: spoken language.

Which of course is almost always inspired or in and around by sex.

The case is so fuckin' clear that it ill behooves me to respond to any fuckin' bunch of idiots who beat the fear of hell right up our asses about sex.

Shame on the church.

It is a sin against the spirit in the evolution that made us this brilliant to preach against sex.

Our survival will require us to like it, enjoy it and understand it. And its dangers.


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