• Suicidal Ape

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Tue, 2010-05-25 05:24

         It is obvious that we can't find a common ground. We are still believers, not rational creatures. Just listening to any conversation, it's impossible not to hear at least once: I believe. That's nothing wrong with the word itself only what this word implies. We witness and contribute to our very own tragedy just because we believe. We believe that this is right and that is wrong. We believe that we have the right while the other one doesn't. We just believe, illogically.

    As Isabel Peterson wrote in The God of the Machine that Most of the harm in the world is done by good people, and not by accident, lapse, or omission. It is the result of their deliberate actions, long persevered in, which they hold to be motivated by high ideals toward virtuous ends...

  • From Auschwitz to Gaza Strip

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Sun, 2010-03-28 03:01

    If one would take the already walked path from the Gas Chambers of Auschwitz to the Wall of West Bank without pondering, then logic is dead. The maze that the pundits meticulously knit is frivolous and hides the facts into a stew of tasty cyanide interests.

    If the radicalization is not directly linked with oppression, then the Lady Justice should be just a syphilitic bitch licking her bipolar delusion at the intersection of our major roads: Hope St. & Believe Me Way. You can throw her a quarter and you may touch her stony nipples but do not expect a felatio. After all, her figment of imagination is so contagious that the inflicting pandemic had enveloped the world in a barb wire condom for the sake of keeping it very balanced.

  • I as in team

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Tue, 2009-12-15 07:40

    I would like to cry but unrandom tears would appear childish. Their reflection in the rippled puddle would be carried to the shore, carving into the sidewalk's curb a barren passage under the thorn asphalt, into the sewage of hope. I like to dream but the sleep is always ended abruptly like a tectonic fault, drifting me to a territory I never intended to travel. There, I am asked for a stamp that the mockingbird received from the eagle's claw's only.

    I bought a ticket for a vehicle of transportation and I let it to be strayed out of my palm by the passing wind. And, it didn't go too far. Was picked up by a man that stopped on the manhole and he turned it into a paper plane for his kid. He threw it forcefully upwards.

  • We got Hope syndrome! One Hope for 1.00 dollar. Buy three Hopes for 75 cents! More is less.

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Wed, 2009-12-02 05:22

    As long as we, the humans, are buying hope or the idea of it, we are prone to let down our guard and chase endlessly the ideal on an artificial path, guided by the scent of a delusional reality. Like a schizophrenic, we are unable to distinguish between the imaginary, the existence of refuge, and the palpable, the survival through mundane.

  • Terror as life, murder as love

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Wed, 2009-11-11 18:13

    We are shellfish filtering all the anguish of existence through the gun barrel. We never existed as a humanity but only as self coerced live stock. Often, one of us pierces through the imaginary fence, slaying the self backbone until one's empirical life bleeds to death near the inexistent heaven's border, on the shore of the sewaged hope.

  • Versus

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Thu, 2009-10-29 01:09
    Health care; an American vanity? A world's indolence? The metamorphosis of The Hippocratic Oath from a factual statement into a myth?

    The constant competition, just to bow into the spot light, irrelevant as a football season. The arrogance to show that we are the best when we are put against someone else and not when we are alone, envelops even the healthiest mind into a flue of parodies.

  • The New World: America or The Last Chance We Rigged

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Wed, 2009-10-21 05:46

    1492 seems like a galaxy away yet The Dark Ages appear more prevalent than ever.

    The New World, accidentally or not stumbled upon, once discovered, it reignited the aspirations of millions of getting a fresh start. Devouring the idea that a colorless blood environment would allow everyone to compete on the same racing track classless, humans flocked to the only and last New World, from the Old Continent as well as from the Rest of The World, dreaming that one's beliefs won't be persecuted or other's thinking that reasoning will never be tortured and killed by the absurd mind of the believer.

  • The obtuse idiot cycle: Rush Limbaugh

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Sun, 2009-10-11 04:12

    Listen! I do not agree with most American imperialistic policies. I'm not happy about Mr. Obama's accomplishments during his immature presidential term and I certainly refute the validity of the greedy corporate World but, agreeing with the goat fucking Taliban and dictatorial governments just because they are opposing the same guy I disagree with, that's blatantly retarded.

    Mr. Rush Limbaugh proved himself to be a creature made from the semen of his wasted father just after he jerked off in a ditch. A green-back, annoyingly noisy shit-fly, picked the cum and delivered it to his mother's rancid vagina. Hence, the birth of the conservative idiot – Mr. Limbaugh and his alike. They are a hybrid of stupidity, hypocrisy and muddy DNA. They represent the empirical evidence of the Evolution's stagnation and regression.

  • Rapist wanted!

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Tue, 2009-09-29 04:05

    I would pay top dollar to someone just to obliterate my consciousness. Then, he/she (no sex discrimination here) must perform the task of a complete dismemberment of the thought.

    But, why place such an ad when you can elect them, the rapists, for free and after only four perennial years, your empirical experience will be torn, invaluable. Us, the victim and the perpetrator, despair while deceiving. Aware of the facts, we still place the ad and we despise the consequences. A hands-on masturbation of a wooden leg would never create a Pinocchio – just sawdust. Being an undeniable fact, this or that, the oak or the mahogany pillar is rubbed by the liberals like it will bring a climate change in the morning during which the conservatives are still using it as a flag post.

  • Anger fuse

    Submitted by Jaia Papitz on Tue, 2009-09-15 13:53

    Was an encounter I never thought I'd intersect voluntarily. And if I did, I would just let it go by like a shot of tequila. Undrunk.

    I am a simple man. I like people whose intelligence stimulate me and I despise creatures of ignorance whose obtuseness baffle me. I won't explain. If you are one of the beings pertaining to the second part of the previous sentence, then you won't be reading this. If, however, you belong to the first part, then you must find this indulgent explanation offensive.

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