My forays into the CW (from an Afrikaner perspective)

Various explorations into the metastisizing field of pharmacological chemistry and neurochemistry in the post-WWII era only accelerated with Cold War tensions. One area of exploration and heavy competition was that of chemical and biological warfare. A specific botanical extract is of particular interest, that of "deadly nightshade" or Belladonna.

Initially used as a cosmetic product for cluelessly subjugated women, the extremely potent extract would have the anticholinergic effect of causing the then erotic dilation of the pupils. Apparently men looked women in the eye in the more civilized past, the chest was no longer the purvue of the male gaze, but the erotic oblate pupils of women, replicating a state of heightened arousal. Judging by the fact that prolonged usage of the nightshade would literally shade the woman's vision from ever returning and bring short-term blurriness, no wonder the absurdly high-level of female fecundity and its subsequent dropoff- men began looking at they breests lest they be pulled into the void of the female gaze.

CW/BIO implications? This plant provides the ever crucial extract needed to produce atropine, the panacea to many forms of chemical warfare. The largest crop of Deadly Nightshade happens to be cultivated in or around Yucca Mountain, Utah. Good luck finding your own stockpile.

Various Cartographic Projections

World Map: Irony per capita

Conclusions:
-you must have humor to bring levity to the Alaskan tundra
-you must be a butterscotch chomping bat vagina that breates formaldehyde to live in Florida





World Map: Lack of Irony per capita

Conclusions:
-Poor, poor bastards. What you are missing in your strata of the capitalist system!
-The southern hemisphere is the new asshole of development. Where they thrive in mortality and birthrate, they lack self-reflexive hieratic banality.

Polluting your purity with pollution.

A certain added vivacity, a heightened sense of self, a skip in my beleagured hobble came when I encountered this snippet from Rabbi Sholem Fishbane of the Chicago Rabbinical Council:

The question is not, “Why do people drink Slurpees?” That has an easy answer: because they’re good. However, “Are kosher consumers drinking Slurpees?” does not have such an easy answer

Leviticus

"According to the teachings of Hasidism, when a Jew manipulates any object for a holy reason (which includes eating, if it is done with a proper intention -- to provide strength to follow laws of Torah), he releases "sparks of Holiness" which are found in every object. These "sparks" are actually channels of connection with the Divinity, and their "activation" allows to draw the Divine Presence into the physical world."

Kashrut

Kosher Pareve

I'm a goyim. The dietary restrictions are clearly yet another instance of dogmatic misinterpretation of flawed scripture, turning allegory and symbolism into fact and literalism.

Ecological Toeprint

The irenic spirit is our only way towards ecological sustainability. Thus a comporting temperament towards alternative lifestyle choices is of absolute necessity. Words such as these can serve as inspiration:

"He's not a public transit kind of guy"


Perkins and decals motherfuck. That's a way of life. Hell yeah. Sysco ain't nothing but the truth. Bulk. Mayo. 6 Gallons, No less.

Prototypical Terms, Phrases & Discriptives for Film Studies and Music Journalism with Revisions and Recommendations:

Trope
Diegesis
Laundry-basin realism
Locus
Tyro
Skronk
LDsubscript50 (median lethal dose)
Mendelian
"Sudanese Tilt"
Derridadaism
Apparatus
Non-Euclidean
Exothermic
Angular
Pedigree
Verisimilitude
Haptic
Verite
Lo-fi
Dialectical
LDLo (lowest published lethal dose per unit)
Pastiche
Quaaludes
Meta-deferential
Faulknerian
Aleatory
(insert movie/album/artist) IS THE (insert lesser but comparable movie/album/artist) FOR THE (insert adverb) SAVVY. e.g. Jean Vigo is Truffaut for the cinematically savvy.
Modal
Ocular
Fucking rancid garbage
Antipodal
Contrapuntal
Bowdlerize
Harlinesque
Eunuchscope
“Artautude”
phenakistic
Vestal
Atavistic
Phallocratic
Maudlin
Amphigory
diachronic
Music animadversionist
Saturnine
Mountebank
Puerile
Avatar
Puissant
Quotidian
Stentorian
Tumescent
Allopeutic
“Tomahorisky”
LOL
Eructative
Thaumaturgic
Minatory
Berlin Alexanderplatz-ey
Solipsistic
Mise-en-abyme
AIDS-ey

A day James Eubanks will never forget. Especially on December 25, 2006.

After answering the door on the second ring for local Beech Island electrician Mr. James Eubanks, the man seemingly disappeared. This was not the July 3rd, 2000 that Eubanks was expecting when he woke up. The man prodigally returned some ten-odd minutes later wearing black jogging pants, red muscle shirt, black leather jacket, black+white cowboy boots with what appeared to be a gold wing tip on the toe of the boots, and a black cowboy hat with white, black & red feathers in the front. The man appeared to be carrying a suit on a hanger. He then asked a baffled Mr. Eubanks if he saw the suit. Was he referring to the techniclor spazz he was wearing, or the suit in the man's hand?

Mr. Eubanks bafflingly replied, "Yes, sir.".

"That means I'm a government agent," the man said, "and I can lock you up you son-of-a-bitch white trash for trespassing and walking around on my property".

Eubanks, befuddled, explained to the man that he had received a complaint about the electricity. This appeared to enrage the man further. He hung the suit of clothes on the porch railing and approached Eubanks swinging a 2-inch steak knife in his left hand...

What Mr. Eubanks, prey any electrician for that matter, did not know was that the knife wielding loon also moonlighted as a singer, songwriter, bandleader and dancer. Further confounding were the man's multiple aliases: "Mr. Dynamite," "Soul Brother No. 1," "the Minister of Super Heavy Funk" and "the Godfather of Soul".

He was all of those and more.

He was an indellible transformer of 20th-century music.

He was motherfucking batty. A Mel Gibson helmed, JG Ballard/Georges Bataille co-penned, Akkadian epic starring Klaus Kinski: The Lamentation of Ur kind of lack of lucidity.

He was James Brown.

May he rest in peace.



Mr. Brown's burial mask, modeled after 23rd Century BC Kouyunjik School

Exactly how I would have put it

Two colors are called complementary colors if grey is produced when two colors are combined. Grey is its own complement. Consequently, grey remains grey when its color spectrum is inverted, and therefore has no opposite, or alternately is its own opposite. On a more abstract level, it could be argued that colors which produce grey when mixed, such as black and white, are the opposite of grey while separated. However, this could not be considered the literal opposite of grey.

Look into my soul.