Most people have allowed their imaginative faculty to atrophy and to die. This is significant because imaginative content is something that we cannot live without - without it, we become terrified and insane; because imaginative content (stories) create our essential connection to ourselves, others and creation, and this connection is our source of 'meaning' and of 'orientation'. So, most people therefore, have become utterly reliant upon the imaginative content created by others which they now get from TV and other devices. This content cannot be questioned or properly considered because these people posess no self-generated alternative to that content that can protect their sanity (connection to self), and in fact a proper sense of discrimination that can identify the self as something other than this now obligate imaginative content created by others - is permanently lost. This failure of personal responsibility in relation to the imagination is the original human failure out of which all other crimes and atrocities in our society naturally follow.

I am living in a rape culture and I am surrounded by micro-aggressions thick numb slobbering indiscriminate mouth lips distance ignorance crudity and patriarchal word whips and I have been viciously attacked by a corrupt and by a semen soaked avid hungry rapist cannibal society and the women will be men and the men will be women and the flavour will be rent and the renters will be willing and all the pleasures they will be marshalled at the countenance of our new human sexual sobriety I am in a rape culture I have arrived and they are out to get me I am belittled besieged fondled touched and burned right down to my aching identified pussy and their forbidden and their wrong words they are the deadly arrows birds or turds for a freedom now interned chopping cocking cock chopping cocking shopping away at the sapling tree of my proto-liberty and the women will be men and the men will be women and the flavour will be rent and the renters will be willing and all the pleasures they will be marshalled at the countenance of our new human sexual rape sobriety.

Client Stuxnet is younger than me. He is 53. I am 61. He told me he has had 3 strokes. Stuxnet is frail, emaciated, tremulous, indecisive, forgetful, anxious. desperate and self destructive. He smokes 80 cigarettes per day and he drinks 10 cans of Fosters per day. He plays ‘patience’ on his tablet from morning to night. He is always and perpetually hunched over the thing. He is connected to the internet; but he has no interest in learning anything about anything. I told him that I watch youtube video compilations of car crashes and also information about conspiracy theories, social engineering, chess and mass murder global fake pandemics on the internet. Stuxnet told me recently that he just got the vaccine. He did not get it before, he explained; because he could not travel to the facility. He is still surviving. Stuxnet told me that his best friend and his best friend’s father both perished on the same day from Covid - 19. That is somehow laughable and typical of Stuxnet. Stuxnet is one of those people who are not capable of purchasing a sufficient or a convenient amount of the most important goods that they are to regularly consume. Stuxnet habitually sends his carers down to the Co-op to buy cigarettes one or two packs at a time. This failure of conscience upon his part was exemplified and perfected into a miserable episode some while ago. Despite the fact that he drinks 10 cans of Fosters per day, Stuxnet has nevertheless not obtained an infallible procedure for obtaining his supply. His neighbour is an older Irishman upon whom he generally relies, but this man was lately incapacitated in an accident; his face now a giant green bruise, and now Stuxnet; who operates with a day to day and an hour to hour fragile supply chain - was immediately exasperated and alcohol dry. His raw starving Jackal nature appealed to me immediately with a bald and a hopeless lie; All the other carers buy beer for me no problem. In the end Stuxnet resolved to go to the store himself despite his emaciated condition. I went with him and after he had paid for his beer, which I was holding, he declared that his leg had given out and become useless to him. The tragic emergency which unfolded was resolved at great inconvenience to everybody. That was in the morning. I returned at lunchtime. Stuxnet immediately asked me to go to the store to purchase 2 x 20 Carlton Superkings. Are you joking? You almost destroyed yourself this morning and now this! What kind of a man is it that wakes up everyday without knowing if he has got a cigarette? I didn’t think of it. (tremulous). Ali told me last week that a lot of things in Stuxnet’s refrigerator are out of date. He said that he had remarked upon this with Stuxnet and that Stuxnet had told him that; Tony will do it. I eventually arrived with Stuxnet again and I immediately asked him if I could throw away things from the refrigerator that were out of date? And he gave his assent without a question. The refrigerator was very full of many things which were all out of date except for the milk and a bottle of Guiness. 12 kg of food that was all over a year out of date. I gave the interior of the refrigerator a good wipe. I used the microfibre cloth that I gave him some weeks prior to do it. The problem is that Stuxnet does not apply a dose of Zamo Pine disinfectant to the microfibre cloth daily and so the microfibre cloth stank. The refrigerator was empty now, bar the milk and the Guiness, and clean too. There were scotch eggs, sausage rolls, chicken parts, several packets of some sort of generic vegetable dregs pseudo butter and who knows what else in there but it was all from years ago. I made client Stuxnet a coffee.

L. Listen friend I would fuck your mother no problem I would fuck your mother no problem I would fuck your mother and I would ejaculate directly into her willing mouth your mother no problem I mean look at her the fucking slag fucking pig sick slut 45 years old and as fit as a piece of shit your mother the dirty fucking cunt your mother what a darling she is your mother and I would fuck her no problem at all I would bend her over and give her a blast your mother any old time your dirty fucking mother she is so fucking fine. P. Pamela Anderson, Arnold Swarzenegger, Anal Buggery and material reality. In my view God can be easily visualized as none other than 'The Austrian Oak' - Arnold Scwarzenegger at his ‘Mr Olympia’ peak in the 1970's, and also in my view, The Devil can be regarded as something like Pamela Anderson when she was in her physical prime prior to her frequent recourse to cosmetic interventions. This is how things stand but you have to ask yourself just how was material reality generated after that much? And the answer is easy. Material reality was created when Pamela (The Devil) suddenly and just like that, got her Anal Cherry Popped by God (Arnold). A copious and violent quick buggery caused Pamela (The Devil) to say ‘Eww’ and when she (The Devil) said ‘Eww’ her cunt farted out all of material reality. That is according to the way that I see things now. Now who are you going to say that I am wrong?