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Religious Bigots and Consumerism
Midwest Love News - Aaron Colantti - Dec 25 2017
Fuck. I the hate religious bigots that rule this country. But yet we all celebrate a holiday in their honor. Religious Bigots and Consumerism for everybody! On the radio and in your house! Its even in the busses. GOD BLESS. I think they might make more money with signs like that, (the panhandlers) ... maybe its because they are being slowly indoctrinated into believing in a god that is actually just a simple way to get you to do weird shit in some weird system that some crazy bigot is in charge of and patting them selves on the back for running.
Because those losers and drug addicts have to try something.... and god helps right? Jobs at Goodwill and Salvation Army help right? Section 8 housing and Alcohol Anonymous. Lets get them back on their feet where they can work a real job like a Smash Burger or a Chipotle....Maybe even a Bank teller or if they get lucky a job in one of those weird nice buildings where some how everyone always has something to do but nothing ever changes.
We need to get them out in the world ringing a bell with a red hat on like a dunce cap. Outside in the snow, in front of a grocery store they cant even afford to by food at.
They wear helmets in the Salvation Army of bigots. No one survives. Not even the bigots.
So today, I'm alone sitting on my couch in some huge mess inside of a mess thats messing everything up for everyone. You tell me 'its not all about what you want' Ok fine. Then all of you can go off somewhere and ignore the fact that I put everything on the line to try to make shit better. Shit is so fucked up. Everyone is voiceless and bored celebrating holidays and lives we don't want! Personally, I rather live in an elf village.
What the fuck are we doing here in this trash heap any way? Biking around yelling at cars and doing dishes. I want to live in the woods in little cottages that are connected by dirt paths over grown with trees vines and bushes. Each path would be lit by a thin line of stars on a line over the path guiding the way through the misty and oxygen filled air.
A place where the hum of a motor would be a sound of warning. Where butterflies grow as big as birds and plants can talk.
This is not that place.
Midwest Love News - Aaron Colantti - Dec 25 2017
Trimigrants on the West Coast - DEC 1st 2017
It’s harvest season and the Pacific Northwest, reeks of it. It’s October and the smells are nothing short of pervasive. Sections of Highway 1 are consumed by it. Dirtbags wear it on their clothes with pride, hands stained and sticky with hash..
For many it is more than the sweet smell of Marijuana, it’s that of money. Money that grows on trees, and some of these plants are trees. Farmers in the region can grow plants upwards of 10 feet, causing those harvesting to climb around on ladders to snip the buds off the top.
The harvesting is generally done in a couple rounds. First the plants are trimmed back to remove the choice nugs. Harvesters and their fiskars, a popular scissor brand, work around the plants until everything that will become smokeable is removed. These nugs are then brought a dry room and blasted with vans, de-humidifiers, and heaters. The drying process can take a few days; to over a week, depending on humidity and temperature. Once the 2nd round of nugs is ready to go the process is repeated.
The pot is then dried and the trimigrants go to work. An eclectic group of people, trimigrants are those that show up for the season, make a quick dollar, and get out. These are the people who will touch every nug, cut every leaf. Sleep, trim, eat, trim, eat, trim, repeat. It’s not a glorious job, but it can be quite lucrative. Paid either by the quantity trimmed, or hours worked; it can depend on the situation whether it pays like a cafe or fine dining establishment.
Rumors circulate in trim scenes. Commonly trim rooms are dingy places. Possibly a canvas tent on a muddy hill, or an old dilapidated barn. The camping situation is less than optimal as the temperatures in these areas can start to drop below freezing. But, nevertheless, there is never a shortage of workers. For some the opportunity to try strain after strain is payment alone. For me, there is no greater flavor in this world than fresh Huckleberry Kush perfectly cured, sprinkled with keef.
-Anonymous - 2017 , Harvest Season
Winter Fashion Photography - Continued -
by Jake Ferguson
A flash of inspiration unseen in a hundred years – Mexico City 2017
I’m sitting on a well-worn table on the 2nd floor of a Mexico City youth hostel. The cheerful morning news on the mounted TV on the wall just played some viral videos with lots of smiles and laughs, next is weather and sports, then stats on crime. Mexico is 2nd on the list of countries with the highest annual death toll after Syria. I was finishing my free breakfast trying to come up with catchy titles for a book I want to write someday. How about “Hard to Avoid Sounding Dull,” no, too plain. “Planning My Next Trip into Obscurity,” Hey, that’s not bad. The screen flashes again, “23,000 violent deaths in Mexico in 2016...” What about “Pagan nights I’ve never known but need to see to understand,” That’s a little artsy. In the middle of a violent conflict here we were as tourists eating cereal while the armed guard stands downstairs by the front door. I was trying to get the most out of my travel experience. Should I do what everyone recommends on travel sites and blogs or should I see the real side of the city? How do I have a different experience than all these foreigners buzzing around the hotels?
After a few days I got sick. It must have been the water and food that did it. Eventually I couldn’t walk further than a few blocks before retreating to the lavatory. I had seen some sights, the amazing castle which towers over the city like a sentinel and walked miles through gigantic boulevards where businessmen flutter around with taxis piling up in the intersections and concrete overpasses. Every night we would drink a lot: a dozen beers in an ice bucket with shots to go along with it. Every few minutes in came a man with his portable boot-shining contraption examining the feet of men sitting and drinking waiting for a leather-shoed customer to come forward. I proceeded to get drunk as the night wore on. We wandered around the streets laughing and singing to buildings, churches and alleyways, hurling insults at the moon. At about 1 am we head back to the hotel because the homeless were out in full force and are very insistent that you hear them even more so than in the day.
How should I choose to spend my time, how do I know what’s right for my life? All I need is to work for money and flights, food, and gas. To see the world in a different light; An alternate route: a way more challenging, dirtier, but always cheaper. I’ve come to love becoming what I’m not. In a sedentary mind any change is welcome, like the new kid at a new school.
I walked through the plaza with thousands of citizens enjoying a Wednesday night in May with some entrepreneurs walking around selling cowboy hats, roses, and other flowers for young lovers.Some homeless lay in the alleys outside of restaurants. Roaming packs of mariachis competed for the crowd’s attention while battling the hordes of speakers blaring nameless club favorites. I walked home and saw so many people and avoided falling into pot holes. That was the best night seeing the city immersed in the smoggy labyrinth.
The prostitutes stood on the side of the road, near the sidewalk and by that doorway. They gave me a look as I walk by. I feel out of place. The Merced market has thousands of shoes, videos, and piñatas for sale, as well as sex. As I snapped photos of the infrastructure they were wondering why I was here and not in the tourist areas. The world’s oldest profession is also the world's most sought-after commodity. The experience of having a woman reaches back eons to man’s most invasive yet delicate, almost pitiful state. The ladies eye me with half-blasé looks; this guero is on vacation while we are on the street day after day, night after night.
What if traveling and seeing new countries doesn’t solve all of life’s questions? Will I just have to retreat to a normal life where everyone knows I’m on-track and on the way to success? I was feeling optimistic though, with the rest of my years left to live and a beautiful universe all around. There’s always another time and something to look forward to. How do we say anything if we don’t know what to say exactly? I was lost to my friends, from a distance I was now a part of the scenery. If I’m gone long enough, when will I become a stranger to myself?
The plane hurtled us away from the sprawl and a few hours later I was back in Tijuana. I walked across the border and the sun was going down with clouds covering the western sky. The taxi driver was from Mexico and we talked about the public relations attempts at rebranding Mexico City. I told her that part of my family comes from Sonora. “Oh she replied, Sonora? Yes, Sonoran’s are known to be guero.” At least now I have some stories to write and inspiring thoughts from this foray south of the border. She dropped me off and after eating a slice of bread, it was the first food I had for four days, I thought of other potential book titles, “I really enjoyed watching them act so funny in the early morning, I felt optimistic about the coming days where we could do anything we wanted as long as we wanted,” Oh yes, I was getting a little avant-garde. I’m gonna like this new me.
Jake Ferguson - Midwest Love News - December 2017
Winter Fashion Photography - Matt R + Sammie D
WE LIVE INSIDE A COMPUTER
PART ONE - August - 2017 -
“If you keep your mouth shut, you’ll be surprised what you can learn.”
-John B M
I learned this all without talking, well, I talked, but I didn’t talk about what I was learning.If I had, I would be dead. It was all in secret. They can hear everything we say.
If it was not for the help of everyone that let me pass through this hell hole of a world and everyone that gave me hope, this never would have happened. People’s lives have been destroyed because of this. It is for those people that were strong enough to hold me up while they were being taken down that I am writing this.
Our lives take place inside one of the programs inside a Universe Machine Computer. We have our own world on which we live. It is called Earth. There have been multiple versions of Earth and there are also other planets where other creatures live inside the computer as well. This game (Planet Earth) is part of a simulated universe that we all live inside. Everything we have ever experienced has happened inside this computer.There are many Earths and have been many Earths before. You’re consciousness is part of this system. You’re mind is a code that is contained inside the computer but this does not make you less human or make the people and things around you less real. Our planet is under attack from another planet inside this computer that has found a way to use the rules of the computer against us and is trying to get us to ruin our planet.
For some reason I am being protected. It has been like this for my entire life. I was personally unaware what was happening until about six years ago. I have literally been told the future and watched in disbelief as it actually happened. I have had meetings with people who are dead, I have allowed consciousness’s to enter me, to protect me and to camouflage from the ones who can see. I believe this to be true.
It has been incredibly hard because at some points for me, I have needed to do very specific weird or scary things. I am amazed I have made it this far. I feel like learning these things and staying alive is my job. I am moved from one city to another at a moment’s notice to avoid them. I have many stories about these things, most the time I have no idea what is happening or what danger is coming for me. Not everyone in the country had the mathematical possibilities that I have had in my life, not just money but also many other factors.
No one here is allowed to talk about the truth. This is the truth. We are dehydrated and they are controlling our thoughts and movements. This is a computer game. They are controlling people and are playing the characters of the people they have killed. They are trying to pollute our world beyond repair so that their game can win the game of evolution being documented by the computer we are inside. We need to stop using so many oil products and poisoning the water or we will all die. They are well on their way to killing us all with the air we breathe and that is recycled into the water system.. They are going to snuff out the entire planet with Carbon-Monoxide. We are are doing it to ourselves.
I believe that I am being followed because of what I am writing. They had not done that before I started writing this.It has only confirmed to me what I have been learning. It has been a long journey and I have been on the run for over two years now, but, since they haven’t killed me yet, (and they have tried) They will try to make people think that I am crazy. I don’t think any of us want to be in a repeating game where everyone with any good intention is killed to further the power of sick murderous people. It is like the plot of the Matrix except this is not fiction. I know it sounds weird but why can’t we believe in two sciences? The science inside the game and the deeper science beyond the one we all know.
The rule that has saved me thus far is just staying within the laws of our world. Staying where I know I am technically allowed to be and not breaking the law. They can watch your every move, tell you your own thoughts, copy it on their counterfeit world then, when the time is right, they can walk into your house and do whatever they want to you. Just to shut you up, and the computer will never know because their counterfeit you is still alive and well in their counterfeit Earth. Many people know but are completely sectioned off and discredited to the ones that don’t. They have deep incredible powers that can seem like magic to the untrained eye.
The truth is that we live in a computer game. Our DNA is computer code. We are robots. Earth is a fictional concept but it is real to everyone that lives inside it. That is why it is possible for some to know the future outcomes of football games, stocks, or tomorrow’s weather. They do crazy stuff like have wild animals follow or attack people. Our surroundings is a code that can be written. They can do this once they have a dominating control of your character inside the game.
We are all characters inside this game but that doesn’t make life less valuable or real. We all feel. This does not change. If you die, you really die. Depending on your seniority inside the game; different powers can be gifted. Currently, to acquire these gifts you need to do horrible things. Things that are not only illegal but that will also mess up other people’s games.
They talk through prescription drugs, candy, cigarettes and soda pops. They claim to be your own thoughts. It is a form of systematic butchering. They get people to do their bidding. Sick manipulations of your own ideas convincing you to purge yourself and control others that might have the opportunity to speak out. Like I do.
Some people start to see what is happening. But this needs to be stopped. That’s when they send someone that you trust to convince you otherwise.
They can show you something that you think would be physically impossible. They could be anybody. And since you don’t know that this is a computer game you would not know that these tricks were only simple code. Telling the future, telepathy, altering the color or contrast of your sight and more. These are only some of the tricks they use to get you back inline with their plan. But just because they can do things we don’t expect, doesn’t mean that they are telling the truth.
Supplementing your hunger and pain with energy from their system you fade into their world without even noticing. Once this happens, the computer starts to look at your provider’s logs instead of yours. This is where things start to get weird. They start to explain things to you as if it were your own mind. It’s confusing and hard to understand because it comes from inside you. From the energy you ingest or that is around you. They play you like a game.
They can give you jobs you wouldn’t have wanted, make you say and write things you didn’t want to say, sell you cars, get you addicted to drugs, give you diseases, sell people for sex, or kill you without anyone noticing. My friends know what I mean. Most of them are forced on a daily basis to do things they usually would not, just to continue living as well as protect me. Some people know something is off, some have no idea why or what they are doing. I think the vast majority of people do know something but are forced to say nothing.
They can give you dreams or pump ideas into your head as you walk around in your daily life. They have already taken over the people and organizations that we confide in or trust so it just gets easier and easier. They isolate you then can literally replace you with someone else’s consciousness. The computer doesn’t know because your world’s rank is below theirs and is blocked out like the eclipse of the sun.
I have been shown beyond a shadow of a doubt that it is possible to switch someone’s consciousness from person to person. I am certain that certain people can read my thoughts as well as communicate telepathically to others. I swear on my life. My dad can read my thoughts. A few of my friends can too. I think everybody has the potential but only some are aware of what is actually going on or how to utilize it. Whole conversations can be had in mind only or even toggled between mind and voice. This is how I learned all these things. I am really bad at it, talking telepathically to me has been described as ‘going 2 miles an hour’.
There are people who do this daily and survive by these tactics. Drug dealers give the system enough energy to boost their powers and are alerted when the police may be on to them or their operation. The only question is who talking to them? If this is happening to you, you might be talking to a different person or thing than who you think you are talking to, so BE CAREFUL. I have seen people make bad decisions on the basis that they were clear about the information they were getting. Usually these situations lead to death, prison or worse.
Nobody is completely clear about the situation and the ones feeding us these thoughts are really good at getting people to mess up their lives. People get addicted to drugs thinking it is the only way to receive the information that I am talking about. They eat too much sugar, get crappy jobs or have sex with people that have HIV then continue to spread it under a misconception that it is helping people.Some people are told that they are saving people by raping them. It is a sick demented circle that no one understands thus making it impossible for us to make solid choices in life. You are not invincible and what you do can hurt people. Pain is a real thing. Sadness is a real thing. Don’t hurt people. It is stupid.
They know what you would or would not believe so they need to change it around for different groups of people. They have a few different major deceit concepts.
Many companies use the 2 Suns method, claiming that we are on some giant man made space ship that has two suns. Their logos suddenly depict stories they pump through your mind. Two circles overlapping. Goodwill’s logo is like that. Many other groups use this fictional concept as well.Red & Blue. Like the Pepsi Logo, Bloods and Crips, Republican and Democrats. They convince you that there are two worlds, Red and Blue - if you are in the red world you cannot see the color blue. Kendrick Lamar has a song about it. They show you a small bit of the truth then exploit it by telling you that there are only two worlds and that you can help someone you love by entering the red world, or that you need to do a series of things to continue living in the blue world. They just need to get you to believe something strong enough for you to take the steps to get to the point where they can take control of you.
They convince people they need to drink out of only plastic bottles or to only wear certain types of materials. They say that the sun is going to be blocked out or that only some areas are being given real water. They tell people that they need to earn every dime for themselves and to never share. Toothpastes and lotions contain poison that block our skin from excreting water. They convince you to use specific products or only go to certain places or stores. They convince people to never drink water or never use water telling them that it is making them lose the game.
Airplanes and Airports are literally designed like teaching models to lead their targets astray. They teach you to think that you are on a spaceship. They say that mountain ranges are the end of the world and that there are only a few specific places that the spaceship dispenses water. They tell people that the red world is from China or Russia. They pin us against each other in hopes of getting us to kill each other. They explain that the only way to be documented as alive on the spaceship is to always be using oil. They press companies to give out free plastic bags with every purchase. They convince people to buy huge cars that waste gas. They convince people to pour out gasoline in streams or to cut the drugs they sell with oil products. They get you to waste as much gas as possible. They often incriminate people and get them sent to jail or worse.
They claim to be God to people that believe in him. Aliens, Vampires, Witchcraft Concepts, Army Plots, Thoughts of apocalypse or Poop Monsters. They can emphasize words in from regular conversations or on the pages of a book. They convince you of one of their many lies. At that point they can start actively making you do things.
They are the wrangalers. Moving us from one area to another and getting us to do things without our knowledge. They will only let verified games come in contact with consciousness using these control concepts.
They have sectioned us off into different zones. They have created barriers around whole cities. Upper floors of an apartment or office buildings are locks that will not allow some people inside. It is like a loyalty program. The people that are allowed to control these areas can to do anything they want without the worry that anyone will walk in on it. They control the police and traffic lights stopping people from moving too fast from one section to another. The worst of their people are in areas completely closed off from the rest of the population. They trap groups of people into sections that are impossible to leave. They know where the players they do not yet control are at all times. Many of us are not permitted to go near or into some of these sections but it is literally happening all around us. I have gone through them as they attempted to hide the things they were doing. Schools and Office Buildings are used to hold us. Each area is is under different delusions. It has degressed to a point where some of these areas are rape points. People sell their bodies for credit inside the system or to be allowed to leave or to be gifted food, water, or money. Each area is documented to know who and what is in it at all times.
They convince people that they cannot die.The truth of the matter is that, if you really were to die and be pushed into a subsequent world you would be trapped inside the body of livestock or potentially something worse. They will put your consciousness inside something that the computer cannot notice is not you. In the main world, the programed you is still alive and well according to the computer but really you have been turned into a cow or a plant. The computer only sees that you are receiving care, not the amount of care that is sufficient for a human consciousness. After death they take everything you created on earth and use it to further their control.
Their goal is to release enough Carbon-Monoxide to suffocate the entire planet. And they make games to get it to happen: Tow a Cow takes place on the highway.
They reward people for driving up long stretches of elevation towing absurdly large things behind them. They reward the drivers with sex from other women and children that they are certain their game rank is higher than.
It is a literal factory of death. When you realize that it is a hoax they use the evidence they have recorded of you doing the those things against you. What they reward people with is illegal and often documented for blackmail. Their workers are all purged with evidence they have against them. They tell them to do horrible things to get these privileges. These things can happen at a noisy truck stop along a busy highway or inside the truck. And no one will ever know.
The highway systems in the United States are strategically placed along the meridians of the planet air currents directly injecting car and truck exhaust along the planet’s air flow.
Coal companies convince people to mine through mountains in hope of getting out of the dome they are trapped in and to generate more energy for their system. They make people act crazy then dope them up and throw them away.
I have seen it happen to people. They put you in an insane asylum or into jail. Get you in contact with someone or something that will quickly take over your life and make you lose sight of the things and people you love. They give you limited options on who you could marry or have children with, then the next thing you know that person or company is feeding you lies and sending their own thoughts into your brain. You become their puppet.
They can deliver specific information to specific people through something as simple as a Happy Meal. Drug Companies, Hospitals and Alcohol Companies are all avenues for this energy they feed us to travel.
Alcoholics Anonymous and Rehab Clinics are crawling with these manipulators. I have met them. They do not want me to tell you this because it is their way of survival. They prey on the weak and convince people to commit suicide or become dependent on drugs that are obviously not helping.
They eventually get you to a point where you either kill yourself or are killed by them or their products, then they put your consciousness into a loop to repeat until the computer mainframe has deemed a winner.
They have taken over bands like the Beatles and pose to be them in your mind. Having you post their pictures on your wall so they can literally watch though it like a window. They can watch through anything they own, if the Evil Aliens supported me through my life, their Evil Alien world could watch through light bulbs as well. All of us have been supported by them so we own nothing that we create.
They have large groups of people under a handful of these same delusions all convincing each other of the same stuff. Each concept has its own separate version of the truth and are sometimes contradictory to each other. People’s parents prey on their children to survive some knowingly some not. If you try to go up against them and speak out, the pain they can inflict is beyond even the most atrocious acts in the history of earth.
Each world has a score that can be measured by how much matter we produce by being alive. This is what the computer uses to power itself and will reward the world that give it the most power. Each world has a main upper world in which its inhabitants compete for who has the longest game. There are many underworlds where characters from these upper games will go when they die.
The main worlds has first dibs on the food and resources that the computer gives us. If you fall into a subsequent world you’re resources and life options will be derived from whatever energy is not used on its top most game.
If you die in this world, you will start again in a subsequent world that is that has the same physical layout according to the computer. They are literally writing the code for these subsequent games in a way that only allows people of their choosing be recycled back into the main game. In these subsequent worlds your consciousness could become mounted on the wall like a taxidermy deer. They have the power to put people’s consciousnesses into a farm animals or stalks of corn. This tricks the Universe Machine into thinking that because you are receiving water and food, that you are still ok. But in fact you are not ok. You are a stalk of corn.
From the underworlds of any planet, they can monitor the running games still verified by the computer. They can watch through things things the characters have left behind. They can watch from pictures and logos that the computer says that they own. It is from one of those worlds that they are feeding us the information that is causing us to kill our world. They have taken control of the companies and governments that feed and provide for us.
From their world they monitor who is harvesting and growing the food, killing the meat people eat, designing and making the products. It is monitoring the transfer of energy. They are the Ghost Writers of our lives and communicate with the people in this world convincing them of lies that will help them win the battle the have waged on us.
Now, forms of government and corporations have rigged it so that people are 100% dependent on their products, ideas, properties and roads making most everybody’s energy output score a zero and thus managed by whom the system thinks they are dependent on. Nestle, Pepsi, and Dog Food Companies like Purina are giving us all of our energy and they are pretending to be our thoughts. The Presidents and Owners of these companies are being controlled. They don’t even know it. Because their life force has already been transferred to the subsequent world below this one either that or they are working for their cause of world domination.
A plastic tarp or a long tube could become a snake at a moment’s notice-- then eat you up. Not alerting the overarching computer because in their counterfeit world, that long tube or that Beatles poster was a Hungry Snake and a window into another land.
They have repeated this timeline many times already. They will soon restart this game completely by poisoning all life inside it. Many books or movies suddenly hint at the things I am talking about but no one has outright said that this stuff is actually true. ‘Under control here’ someone told me a week ago, but they cannot speak out because they have already been controlled by the ones they have put in control. They have created an elaborate system to keep the ones who know in control but still under their thumb. The ones who are unaware are kept away from the ones who do.
I have been protecting a small piece of land in a town that will be the last safe place in this country. It is the most stable place in the United States. Most of the area is already under the control of Pepsi and Purina. It has fresh water coming from the ground and a solid rock unconnected to the center tectonic plate between the Mississippi and California. They have strong holds and bunkers in this area. They work tirelessly to destroy all other land, raping it with chemicals and highways. They build on top of the meridians of the wind and water currents of the planet. They place nuclear dumps in the ocean in strategic locations to be leaked into the rest of the ocean by its natural currents. The run off is poisoning everything and eventually will cause the ground and water to not produce food. The ones they have working for them will bunk up and or fight to the death once the air is too thick to breathe. Eventually after exhausting all our resources only their Alien World will be left running inside this Universe Machine and they will once again be deemed the winners. Our consciousnesses will literally be given to them to do whatever they want.
Artists suddenly scream for help in the lyrics of their songs and reporters are edited to get inline with the agenda of the ones in control. Many people have died. They have figured out a way to control our every move and manipulate the rules of the computer we live in as a means of war. I truly do believe the things. I have witnessed them first hand. I do not know when this will end or how, but I am so sick of being silent. I need speak out. This is war.
The Evil Alien people do not see things how we see. They see the energy inside us making it hard for them to tell who is who. They see where you go, what you do, how much you eat but have no idea what you look like. They see the transfer of energy and thoughts. They can see intention. They can see how much energy you have generated in your life and who has received it. They can see when we have orgasms and from who it came. That is how they see. And they copy this world’s energy logs to pose as their own because their game has already been lost.
Our enemies are from somewhere that is truly different than Earth.
They have no idea what we are, but as in everything, life consumes energy. Without it nothing can survive. They monitor with incredible precision. Did this guy drink our water or his water? Is this guy learning about the truth or is he a drug addict? Does he have the potential to have a baby girl? Can his game go beyond ours? They want to know if it would be possible for anyone to become sufficient beyond them.
If your character could be sufficient beyond their counterfeit world you will become a target. They listen to everything we say and do. If they see that you are learning the truth they will stop it. That is why I have been learning about this without talking specifics at all.
If me and my nerd hacker girlfriend can have this baby they have been trying to stop us from having, our game could go longer than theirs. I have dated her in many bodies. It is the same person’s consciousness but they are different people in this world. She is always snooping on me. Sometimes she is a girl behind the counter at some random store, sometimes she is just a girl walking by on the street. She likes to watch me eat stuff I really like. I guess it’s fine with me, at least someone cares enough to watch me enjoy something.
She switches consciousness a lot. She sees a lot of stuff I don’t. The stuff she tells me scares the shit out of me, but I believe her. It is hard for me to imagine, all this crazy stuff about living in a computer and this other world that she is from. It is hard to feel monogamous when she keeps switching bodies. My mind doesn’t work like that, it is changing my chemistry but I am starting to get the hang of it. When we kiss I imagine cute things she did and it makes her smile because she can see what I think. We can use thoughts as a language. I am getting better at it but still not very good.
It is hard for me because I do not completely understand who she is or where she is from. It hurts for me to think that she is just continually taking care of me and I have no idea what the fuck is going on. It has taken me a long time to put all this together and I still have a long way to go before I completely understand. But I do love her. I can see the pieces that make her who she is and I love them. I see them in all of her bodies. She is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me.
They have control over the man who already has a kid with one of her characters. He is secretly doing many things to help the Evil Alien’s. He knows the truth but pretends to be infected with lies like other people they have controlled. Neither him nor the Aliens knew that it was me who would impregnate her from one of her other characters. But somehow, this is what I will do.
Why? Because I believe that there is an intergalactic war happening all around us. We run ten deep in this bitch surrounded but the army of illuminati that have a strong hold on our government. Beyond the government, that’s what we are. Fuck em, we did it last week in Milwaukee and were doing it again this weekend here at the ranch.
What else do you want me to say about this shit? This world is at war. War has casualties, some acceptable, some not. In war there are extenuating circumstances for the ones who committed violent acts that were forced upon them. This does not mean murder is ever ok, but I am certain that the ones serving in the military, the ones who were the gun men in helicopters, mowing down their country’s enemies, were not personally held responsible of their actions by the standards of civilian law but instead from their own personal torment from the traumas that were forced upon them.
For me, and the ones who were hurt, all is not forgiven, but often, as in all forms of nature, these atrocities do happen on a regular basis inside all forms of life. It is healthy for forest fires to burn the waste away for a new field of seedlings to bloom uninhibited in full sun. This is natural evolution, not a war of immediate gratification and fuel, water, and air exhaustion.
What is money worth if we are all dead?
Sometimes when I drive alone, I can sit for hours in complete silence with the window cracked just a bit smoking cigarettes and just thinking. The sound of the wind and the hum of the tires. I think I like the drives with friends the best but sometimes that’s not an option. When it was a option, when we had time to kill and nowhere to go, we just drove. Deep into the interworking of our minds, picked each other apart and broke each other down. We cried and we laughed, peed out of windows, rode on top of roofs, visited tourist locations, stole olive oil and made love all over the place. Sex love and word love, depending on who it was. I have had the privilege to take long drives with many of my friends and girlfriends in the past. All of those girlfriends, were the same person. My nerd hacker girlfriend.
I know love for moments at a time. Pieces of another, through the things and people around me. But yet I can’t talk to them, in this language. I respect all of her. All of them housed inside, but who is the one I truly love? I know and respect them all as their own beings, with their own lives. They have different emotions and tendencies, but come from one driving force. I have love for her on multiple levels, I see them all as separate people with separate desires and minds that can choose for themselves who they want to be with and what they want to do. We are warriors.
The empty stores, the quiet neighborhoods, the unexplainable explanation of where all my friends have disappeared to. I sit, I wait, I go, when I can. They coyly watch me as I give the white boy nod, the tourist nod, the speed trap cigarette. They stand in the store snickering as if they know something I don’t. I know that they are wasting their lives and lying to themselves. They act like they can hurt me or scare me but they can’t control me, I am not their territory. Govern your life as you see fit and leave me alone.
Why? Because there are other forces at work that keep me safe from you. Their construct is a lie, and mine is based on truth. It is not a complete truth but practice and enlightenment are not two. I sacrifice myself on small levels every day every month every year.
Fuck you, all you people that make love impossible, that pretend to be interested in beautiful things just to ruin them. Fuck you, all the people that follow us around hoping to be paid unrealistic sums of money to hurt us. For jobs that will give you nothing but more pain. Maybe you should all try a different approach. It’s only a boat or a car. It’s not happiness. Money ain’t shit.
I do the world’s bidding while these stupid fucks molest each other in back alleys and bathroom stalls, so they can sing cultish songs and never talk a word about how it all works. They don’t even know how it works, they just want.
Fuck you if you think you can walk around with that smug little look on your face while I have to move from lover to lover to find hope. Fuck you for making my personal life so difficult. Fuck you for making me loose the pieces of my life that were natural for me to experience. I hop from farm to farm, bunker to bunker, running from psychos. The only friends I have put their lives in danger to support me.
It messes with my brain chemistry to accept this.
She is the one that has loved me in each breath and been there for me when things were hard. For years. She’s the one who supported me to feel ok writing and talking, the one that has nursed my back to health and taught me how to live as a duo and sometimes as a family. For what? The ‘reality’ and ethics of the system? It hurts to live like this but maybe it is the only way to see.
It hurts to think I would be leading her to a place where we will inevitably break up… but in that scenario, I would be leading her, which is false because she has her own mind and her own will and I don’t lead her anywhere. We walk together. Is she her or is she her? She helps me have a functioning life inside a world that has deprived me of the possibility of finding a partner and prevail in this computer game.
Fuck you for putting me in a position where I feel like I need to hurt people to help people. I respect all the beings. I love them all, but they are not the same, at least in this world. I cannot force this delusion on someone else. It is to be seen what happens. Will I become the president or will I sit in squander and loneliness for eternity? I don’t know but I know I need to stand by what I believe even if it’s totally insane by this world’s standards. I promise you will find gold under the water. It scares me to walk the plank but I will do it because that’s what I think is right.
I can’t force someone to love me. Even if they could be immaculately impregnated with my child. But she is them all, she is inside all of them. Its her body, it’s her life. We are all individuals. We can all find love in whatever way makes sense, when and if such a thing were to happen. I put myself out there. That’s what this is. These words are out in the light and she still loves me.Maybe it’s reality, maybe it isn’t. That’s what walking the plank is for me right now. Not knowing.
Do you think it is easy to feel the deepness of love that I feel for her? Through your body and through hers? That is not how humans work. Always alone. Then in love. Thats what I am. Maybe someday shit will work out for me but until then save your fucking apathy and jealousy for the rich white fucks that never sleep alone, have toy wives, fuck fancy whores in the sky, and utilize their ‘god given’ power to ruin the world.
I got good at monitoring my thoughts then matching them up with the actions of my teachers. I would get confused sometimes and need to confirm what I was being taught, they would repeat it but since it was all in code, I could never be completely sure about anything until I confirmed it with more than one of my teachers. Over time I started to put things together to a point that I am at today, totally committed. It became my job. Since then everything and everywhere I go is part of an orchestrated plan. I am escorted to different towns or states, given tickets to take plane trips across the world. I have been rushed through security quarantined areas multiple times and forced to barricade myself in a loft hiding from psychos.
Things have been getting pretty weird and at this point, for me at least, it is undeniable.
My Hacker girlfriend literally sees things in a different way than me. Somehow, I don’t know how, she can be inside multiple people’s bodies, I want to have a family with her. We are both working to save this planet. She is Madeline, and she is not Madeline also. She sees the world in a line and feels energy. Sometimes she can see each moment and how it’s actions will affect each tangents outcome. I would imagine, it is her own special kind of hell. We are only a small part of it, we do not control this world, we are only being taught to communicate it.
I am totally trusting in the fact that something supernatural is happening on this planet to me, and for all of us.
I am going to take my chances, and hope like crazy that this intuition isn’t incorrect. Somehow, someway, this baby girl will make her way over to me.
Sweet perversions of self, waves of thought, a feeling of true sacrifice and creation, a whirlwind of emotions to be sorted through one drag at a time. A timeline. A sideways tangent that dictates my life.
Obligation to a love that flows through dimensions. We are capable of understanding anything if we let ourselves. Questing to be loyal to all, as well as the one who has come all this way with me. A galaxy of thought. A galaxy of questions. Accompanied by a song of inspiration we have gone through dimensions to find true love. It is something that can be proven.
I guess you knew it all along, but for me, it was different. So fuck it. I’m back on the train, hopefully the boat, to Madeline. I want to try something. I want us to try to go physically through dimensions. And experiment of sorts to prove what we all want to know, is this babble something of importance or is it just another person being taken down. I guess we will see. The mission is simple. Relax. Stay happy. Have fun. Eat food. Love each other.
We’re gonna prove that we live in a fucking videogame by fucking. Because there are three ways up the ladder in this world, sex, drugs, and money. Guess what people, I have them all.
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This is a photo we found in the wall of the old kitchen at The Idea Factory, I think it looks weirdly like a soldier wearing a helmet. He is peeing on the bride. It also looks like there are handcuffs hanging from the branch to the side of his head.
Ejaculate, for your consideration:
September 11th 2017
Male ejaculate contains only 5-10% sperm: those little swimmers we are familiar to; that can sometimes find their way to an egg, sometimes fertilize it, and sometimes end in the creation of a small human, or not.
So what else is in there???
Well folks, it’s a whole lot of gold.
Let’s get Healthier!
Packed with nutrients, male ejaculate contains between 2.5 and 5.0 grams of protein per, for lack of a better word, shot: about half a teaspoon on average. It also contains small amounts of the following: vitamin C, vitamin b12, zinc, nitrogen, magnesium, potassium, phosphorus, fructose (not the hydrogenated shit, remember y’all, this is truly organic), and calcium. On average, a single load contains about 20 calories.
Let’s get happier!
Semen also contains dozens of compounds known to fight depression and anxiety, as does regular sexual activity. Semen and healthy sexual activity is generally mood enhancing and is physically comprised of estrone, cortisol, oxytocin, melatonin, and serotonin. All of which our bodies naturally produce: which we could all use more of, especially these days.
Like I said, gold. Don’t be afraid folks! Enjoy this nutrient packed organic matter anywhere on your body, let it soak into your skin, fall all over your face and mouth, or swallow deeply. It’s for your health!
You could also feed it to the Kleenex monster, but with all this good stuff, doesn’t that seem like a waste?
What are you consuming?
Diet can effect the health and taste of your sperm too, think of your partners and yourself when consuming. Things that are good for you, are also good for your ejaculate! This speaks to all sexes. For more vibrancy, consume things like: pineapple, banana, garlic, asparagus, walnuts, oysters, lean beef, make sure, as always, to drink plenty of water. On a personal note, I have found that a glass of mineral, citrus note wine from the Eastern European region can make everything taste incredible, in moderation.
When diet is concerned, be warned, if you or your partners have allergies: your ejaculate can transfer traces of the known allergen to your partner, and may cause an allergic reaction. Anywhere from hives to tingly lips. (A note from the editor to her partner: please don’t eat mushrooms, allergen traces can remain in ejaculate for up to 24 hours, we both know we’ll be swapping liquids consistently and constantly).
Disclaimer: this is focused on research of semen, or male ejaculate. More to cum on the composition, and pure magic gold of female ejaculate: not leaving you out queens.
With all that being said, I would like to remind us all to use safe sex practices, including speaking openly and honestly with your partner, visiting your local sex positive clinic for regular testing, do not adhere to anyone’s standards of consent, gender roles (or gender norms), be kind to yourself. Take care of each other. Cummincate.
Editor in Chief
Midwest Love News
Gangsters of love
2017 - Midwest Love News
Love is hot wax, eating a cows heart in a Dothraki tent, lemon flavored cream and scented lotion as you kiss her neck, hair binders and canoe trips, loosing each other in grocery isles, menstrual cramps and ejaculatory fluids, blood drips and tissues covered in snot, the change in her lips and the texture of her skin.
Cracker kisses, cuddle bunnies, cuddle wars, blanket siege and cold feet attacks. Learning to share learning to be alone, appreciating the enginuity of our cycles, to be happy, to calm down, to speed up and stand at attention at any moment. To drink water, wine and double fist Hams on swing sets. To be bored together, to annoy each other, and find new ways to expand and push each other. To be a Band, a Team a Squad or a Duo.
Thats what it is.
The History of Midwest Love and its creators:
We have decided to create a free form newspaper from the momentum of these past projects.
Curated by Aaron Colantti - Featuring Many Others
Le Sound Guy
In 2016 we picked up a sponsorship with Trojan Condoms for the NACCC Bike Messenger Championship in NYC. In the movie you will witness us loosing the sponsor and finding a private investor. None of the plot is true except for the fact that we did attend a bike race in NYC.
2015 Bike Disaster
We actually did get a real gig making a movie for a mountain biking hut system in Colorado. Originally we were planning on using demo bikes from QBP but the deal fell through due to some personal drama.
We drove to San Juan Colorado two men short of our original team. We only had one bike between the three of us and maxed my credit card renting two INTENSE full suspension mountain bikes for two full weeks. I strapped far too much video equipment on the back of Matts front suspension Specialized Rock Hopper and we set out for the Colorado and Utah wilderness. For two weeks we lived in the mountains going hut to hut with almost no contact with the world outside. We had to carry enough battery and memory to last the entire two weeks because none of the huts have electricity. 'We took mushrooms and almost died on top of a mountain' - Peter K
The week after we emerged from the wilderness we entered into the North American Currier Championship in Denver Colorado with over 400 racers in attendance. Erik took 5th place then we went home.
Documentary of trip:
It was shortly after this trip that the dynamic of our lives started to change as if something had latched on to us in the wilderness. At least for me, things changed for the worse. After recording these videos and going home to MN I plummeted into what was the most horrifying and humbling experience of my life time. I edited these videos months later after locking myself inside my room at my parents house for 7 months straight. I did not use the internet or a computer during that time.
Day by day bike videos turned in late (click for video):
In 2014 we gave all our energy to making commercials for real companies. These were real commercials, some of which we even got paid for.
The Documetary of filming Nice Ride The Musical:
We also made a radio commercial for Splash window shield cleaner:
After hearing the song they asked us to come in for a meeting. They agreed to pay our gas, food, and lodging on a short trip to From Minneapolis, MN to Norfolk Virginia to pick up our friend and bring him back for Christmas. Under two conditions: 1: We make a movie for them and 2: That we give out 5 boxes of free Splash along the way.
We couldn't use most the footage we shot because we did not get anyone to sign the release forms while we were filming so we just turned in this video of us dancing and they told us to leave. :(
Around The World
During the 5 or so years it took Andrew Siess to walk around the entire planet, we followed him and camped with him when we could. These are some of the funny things we did while traveling to crazy places all over the world to support our friend who chose to do something awesome.
In this video we travel from Seoul Korea to Ulaanbaatar where we catch a ride to the middle of the desert to find Andrew. In the end we buy a sheep from someone in the middle of nowhere, kill it with our bare hands then cook it up on hot rocks in a yurt.
This is when Andrew finished his walk in Italy. I was biking with a friend, we got caught in a rain storm and took shelter in a white shrine on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere with nothing but fields of grapes for wine around for miles. We waited there for it to stop raining. It isn't in the movie but it was my favorite part of the trip.
We made these two movies in the months before going to Mongolia but they take place in Minnesota and have nothing to do with Mongolia except that we tried to tie it in with the title cards and the 'Dairy Training'.
In this movie we make a hot tub out of shit we found in the dumpster. We did it in the backyard of the Tri Fort.
In this movie we go to a quarry in Northern Minnesota to go cliff diving. This is when Matt was officially the CEO of The Idea Factory.
This is when we gave out free pancakes at the May Day celebration in Minneapolis.
We also got a $500 grant from Smirnoff to make a movie about how to enjoy Smirnoff Vodka in the Winter. We used the money to buy food for an out door movie night and BBQ. It was -5 degrees F and was on the same night as the Super Bowl.
These are some funny movies we made while Matt was the CEO of The Idea Factory:
This was the time that Erik had a birthday party in Northern Wisconsin on a small island on the St Croix River. The police came and told everyone to leave and chased one of our friends through the woods with big guns and GPS system. Since everyone had to leave we took the two canoes and tried to paddle our way back to the twin cities. It took us two days to realize we were never going to make it.
And before this... a lot of stuff happened.
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