The Discarded Christmas Tree

Every day I’m learning so much more about who I am and why I trial and error my decision making and why it is that I’m continually testing all values of this less than fair homo sapien race and asking analytically if there’s any point in making effort to understand  … and then I see another discarded Christmas tree….

… makes me stop to think

who am I to bring disrepute to the time of year that people love to fawn and stress over … and who am i to judge or want to try at the very least to engineer a new human train of thought…

If i look inside myself deep I conclude that I’m probably part of the ‘leaver nation’, nothing less than a virgin savage living out the last eon of a mythological existence… it hurts me to the core to just sit back and watch the continual destruction homosaps inflict on this planet ….

thus who am I to want to try and alter or put in order what has yet to be conquered…..

especially when it’s so alien … especially when it’s such a huge challenge to communicate with any chance of being heard when so much of the populous do little more than blatantly piss all over an ‘avoid destroying the planet’ philosophy …

Who am I to speak out against that? Should I continue to let the side down and resolve to become part of the ‘taker’ nation, for who I and mother culture suffer…

Do I fuck…cos heyday look, there’s another discarded Christmas tree… and they sit alongside the piles of rubbish – it will not be too long in the next decade before our dumb asses shall ‘normalise’ mountainous refuse on our streets, sidewalks and avenues 24/7 …

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And this is re-emphasis to our redundant (heading for extinct) human society… And you may laugh, scorn and scowl at my tasking so soon into the ‘positive’ new resolution year of twenty fifteen… But what do numbers mean… Count up all the discarded Christmas trees from now to 2016 and you may catch on….

… time to question the methods and the madness, surely ….. at what point will we abandon the descent? … because the ground is coming up fast – and it’s being signposted more and more …….

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Happy Rubbish Day

Wow, human beings need to re-think how to move forward in a less throwaway, consumption hungry greedy rubbish-faced race.

Can it be possible that everyone is still ignorant to their production of rubbish? Does anyone even care about landfilling this earth with waste, litter, rubbish, excrement, feces, spew, defecation, rot, shit, garbage and bins bins bins…..

Hands up, how many of you less than good intentioned people have been atop a landfill site? Uh huh, just as I thought, a no show….

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Well happy holidays… Turn a blind eye for sure, that’s damn humane of you..

…. Or….

give yourself a window of opportunity, induce your soul to a good deed and take an educational daytrip to a landfill site… Ground your feet on the spot, close your eyes and tune in, learn something profound about your race….. your race to lick, bite, chomp, chew and consume your way to your grave….

Have you ever stopped to ask yourself the question of where your rubbish rests in peace…?

For those of you who are lucky enough to make it to the countryside and see hillsides where sheep and cattle graze, take a moment to visualise under hoof the layers of grass-seed, soil and lime and then….

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As deep levels of covetous conditioning creates toxic layers of crazed consumption amongst billions of misinformed Christmas customers one sighs in realisation that another ‘happy rubbish day’ is upon us. Thus it would be both prudent and wise to remember per se what exactly is it that one is celebrating? … Indeed a less than 24 hour celebration that shall surely turn to unhappy dust faster than it will take a new moon to light up those obliterating first days of January…. heavy hearts, empty pockets, fat bellies, weary saddle-bagged eyes … Fond thoughts of the treadmill loom on the horizon…

Jesus dying for our sins done little more than create monster sinners of us all and by the very virtue of our tinsel trimmed sinning we should have heaped upon our souls such remorse that is equal to our behaviour. When it comes to our carbon footprint we are illuminated as pathetic disgraceful heathens – whichever end of the social spectrum we rest our haunches – we are all as bad as eachother as we fuck the planet over once again this Christmas …

Ah, and “blessed may your children be, for where’s the truth, you’re just a slave, forever running out of time….”

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To wish a happy yuletide to mother nature could be far reaching but here in 2014 it is impossible to do so as it would be a complete insult…

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