new rules for xenophobia.

so if you're unfortunate enough to be a xenophobe (that's a racist... xenophobes aren't generally known for their intellect) these are some new rules i've devised for you to avoid being a walking contradiction. These are based for Australia but i'm sure they can be tweaked to fit elsewhere.

rule 1. You are not allowed to eat the food of any other nation. This includes that heavenly kebab at 3:30 in the morning after a huge night out.

rule 2. You are not allowed to own any product manufactured in a country outside of Australia. Unfortunately for you that leaves you with basically a hills hoist and a few tins of vegemite.

rule 3. If you have a "Fuck Off; We're Full" sticker on your car you have to do two things; first of all ensure your car is made in Australia otherwise you've already failed. Secondly, you have to ask the Aboriginie how they feel about you invading their country and basically raping their land, if they're cool with it you can stay... if on the other hand they say they believe they were full before colonisation you yourself must fuck off.

rule 4. You cannot ever try to make love a member of another nation. This includes watching porn with people of other nations.

If you adhere to these four very simple rules, even though you'll still be a racist dumbass, at least you won't be a hypocrite... a small consolation i know, but you should be glad to get whatever you can.

religion; a synonym for mental illness?

So let's say a man lives his life believing he is constantly being watched and the government are after him; they've tapped his phones, his under constant video surveillance and believes that a microchip has been implanted in his head to monitor his thoughts.

This man would most likely be diagnosed as a paranoid-schizophrenic and possibly institutionalised.

Now, we have people who live their lives in the belief that God is constantly watching them, monitoring their every move and every thought. These people believe any deviation from God's rules will result in eternal damnation in a fiery lake... of fire.

These people are religous. There doesn't seem to be a whole heap of difference between the two examples.

Just putting it out there.

tazer eye

she was of scholarly virtue,
well read in all the classics;
from tolstoy to voltaire
dante to mark twain.
with zeal so many tried
though their intentions
were nothing pious;
they used all the classic lines
and with one stare they were denied.

psalm for a simulated reality.

ignited and inhaled
i'm becoming a part
of the scenery;
a painting on the wall
camoflaged within the trees.
an identity lost and found;
only to be misplaced once more.
wrapped in winter
a decorated box
left by the door;
lying in wait
there's no point in direction
we're travelling together
not at equal pace
but with the same destination
always searching for a cause;
a catalyst for conversation.
in a dream
i dreamt a song;
a sound track
for those wandering souls
overwhelmed by the stimulus
all we need is a little flavour,
something with which
to paint our tongues
as the sirens sound
another victim has been claimed
on the television
stuck on repeat
when the warning bells sound
does it mean we should leave?

illusions of the mertic system

i guess this ends now;
the philistines have spoken.
they call for surrender,
from the balcony ramparts.
the cities will choke
on deep fried dreams,
their veins sting for petrol;
haircuts and labels.
the brightest of colours
the biggest of trucks.
we had stong resistance
and over-priced vodka.
the whores moan for love;
not money or drugs.
there's no serenades
when the philistines sing.
while the homeless feed
on the stares and the jeers.
these prophets are false,
they were already drunk.
so we don't leave house
then all screens attack,
we've messaged our votes
and purchased our tones.
the vices stay hidden
in the perfume of pages.
these headphones are armour
not pedestals or masks.
we weren't subscribed
but the philistines called
they have our number;
we're on speed dial now.