Original thought = original sin = so fucking sue me, I adore your arse

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The Age of Reason

From birth to death, it is the stuff in the middle that is sometimes slightly different. To say we are all unique is strictly not true – love, loneliness, disappointment, illness, parenthood (I love my boys) etc. are things we all experience in someway or another. Yes, it is probably true that I have gone through a period of dramatic change and upheaval, however in this state of flux I have entered a period of great transformation and a new beginnings. It is time to re-evaluate – as difficult as the disappointment has been to take, change has created new possibilities that have never been dreamed of before but I am not unique – this shared pathway is what makes us part of a collective. It is most probable that anything you write about on the internet will become a shared emotion, concept, a facebook like or a thought or dream and somebody out there will be thinking, ‘I thought of that ages ago’ – Sin Nature? Surely it is our obligation to do things better and not worry about authorship, we are all guilty of plagiarism, even in our life choices.

So fucking sue me: Yes this is us being aggressive and confrontational, a call to war, used as a response in situations where we are criticised for stealing an artistic, creative idea (or maybe guilty of a sin). Who gives a fuck about the consequences. – we might get a facebook like out of it.

Original sin: Ancestral sin, is the Christian doctrine of humanity’s state of sin resulting from the fall of man, stemming from Adam’s rebellion in the Garden of Eden. This condition has been characterized in many ways, ranging from something as insignificant as a slight deficiency, or a tendency toward sin yet without collective guilt, referred to as a “sin nature”, to something as drastic as total depravity or automatic guilt of all humans through collective guilt. Guilt is a pointless emotion, we all steal (I’ll steal any creative idea if I want to make it mine) lust (I adore your arse) and indirectly murder  – I don’t give a shit about sin (maybe?) so fucking sue me.

Original sin. (2014, May 21). In Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. Retrieved 07:11, June 1, 2014, from http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Original_sin&oldid=609525144

The Age of Reason: Being an Investigation of True and Fabulous Theology is a pamphlet, written by a British and American revolutionary Thomas Paine, that challenges institutionalized religion and the legitimacy of the Bible, the central text of Christianity. Published in three parts in 1794, 1795, and 1807, it was a bestseller in the United States, where it caused a short-lived deistic revival. British audiences, however, fearing increased political radicalism as a result of the French Revolution, received it with more hostility. The Age of Reason presents common deistic arguments; for example, it highlights what Paine saw as corruption of the Christian Church and criticizes its efforts to acquire political power. Paine advocates reason in the place of revelation, leading him to reject miracles and to view the Bible as an ordinary piece of literature rather than as a divinely inspired text. It promotes natural religion and argues for the existence of a creator-God.

The Age of Reason. (2014, March 22). In Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. Retrieved 07:10, June 1, 2014, from http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=The_Age_of_Reason&oldid=600737545

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Grass on a wall Morte Point

Grass on a wall Morte Point (Photo credit: 35mm_photographs)

This is a land of hope, hope and glory, glory boys, glory, glory, hallelujah.

The bells ring out for obedience,
Like a chorus of funeral bells.

The drugged out hippy cries for peace,
And then tries to find his head.

Bloody whores whip them,
Watch them bob and dance.

On the end of a rope,
On the end of a joke.

PB (aka TW) 1988

 

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'Death by Sushi' Fish can kill me. When I was very small (maybe 3 or 4 years old) my grandfather, who lost the sight of one eye from a bullet fired by a German sniper (fortunately not a very good one) during the Battle of the Somme in World War 1, wiped my face with the corner of his apron, an apron he had used to wipe his filleting knife on. He was a grocery shopkeeper who specialized in wet fish.

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