Re-Cut/Pasted – All My Posts From “I Like Dirt!”, Scrubgenius…

I was mainly looking for a post, in this thread, where i’m mentioning my boyhood home, where i grew up – BUT i decided to post all MY POSTS from the thread, here on my Blog, here’s it all, my love for filth:

I have a single one coffee mug, here in my room in the institute.. And i almost never dish it clean, on the inside there is a brownish layer of residue of a hundred coffee-fills and other beverages , and it got traces of coffee stains allover. And, i like that!

I like dirt!.. I like shabbyness.. And i like funky smells, too.. I like that fungy-shroomy-feeling..

My room is very musty – i wouldn’t say it’s filthy and out of order-messy, but i got a lot of carpets, wall-hangings, plants scattered allover the whole windowsill and about – my room is like a slacker-den..

I am a genuine slob. I shower about once a week – i actually feel more comfortable feeling dirty, than clean (but i actually get panically anxious in the shower, so i don’t like it). I like to feel musty and lazy and cozy – my room is based upon a concept of cozyness, it’s like an opium den..

Withering fruits and rancid foods, on my altar.. Stains and blotches here and there.. It’s far from immaculate.. 

Quite often i get cigarette buts from a girl here. And when there’s smudged lipstick on the filter-tip – i kinda like that!

I remember once, as i was camping out a few weeks in the forest, in the summer – and i got soo grummy from sweat, dirt, chlorophyll/cellulose from leaves and plant-juices, etc, etc.
And i sat down on some rock, in the hot sun, and just looked upon myself, looking on my filthy hands, legs, body – feeling all grummy and sticky, and i saw some insects crawling on me, a green, little larva crawling on my hand, flies buzzing about(i think i was fropped at the time)..

And i remember thinking.. Damn, it feels good to be a filthy animal! Soo slacked, wild and dirty, roaming around in the dirty nature, like some wild primate-animal..

Are you perhaps a filthy yetisyn, too, who finds dirt appealing? Do you Also like to just get real frowsy and musty, and slob around your personal, little slack-den, apartment or house?

Simply, do you LIKE DIRT?: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icc8uy1LLwk

Well, the world really IS funky and grummy.. And the world IS out of control – it’s just The Conspiracy that lives under some sort of control, as lost in a romance that constrain their true nature of wild, dancing spirit, self-destructiveness, desire for abnormality.

Animals shouldn’t try to act like people.. And stupidity is actually something to cherish, along with queerness and a gay, happy spirit – the intelligence of the Con is perverted – stupidity can turn one off into slack..

It’s like i always say: The Conspiracy is to stop your car at red light, and drive at green..

HUMM, this song got kind of a grummy sound:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVXUiM-JWzo

Like Nietzsche said, something like: “What ever you do with this life– Go Under.”

I haven’t read any Nietzsche myself – i just know-by-heart the spiritual nature of his philosophical perspective, and strongly sympathize with it..
Nietzsche is not the kind of philosophy that should be read to be comprehended in some ‘smart-sense’, rather just fumbled with, spiritually sensed, i think – like, to try to comprehend it, and to even STUDY it, is just wrong to the whole thing of it..

Nietzsche is purely a power-pack of unconventional free-spirit and a trance of dance, sort of.. And, like; waltz – is not the kind of dance i’m thinking of, then.. More of a freak-dance, maybe..

What i love about America is the wild, dirty and slobby slack-nature of it all.. Greasy, spicy food, beer, sex and stupor – but, yet humbleness, unassumingness, egoism, freedom..

When i was a kid, and lived at home with my mother and siblings in a big funky house in the country.
We could hang out in some garage and tinker with some car/machine, or some other heavy, dirty activity – then, coming home for dinner, we didn’t wash outr hands even as they were covered in oil, we just piled up some food from the stow and sat down by the TV..
And we almost never ate at a specific time, day after day (like most peole) sitting down joined as a family. I could arrive at home at 8pm and no one was home, just take some food and just slack off with some computer-game.. 

Just total freedom and total slack – totally releaved from any kind of anger or bitterness, just pure love. We were like free animals, like human cats.. And we were dirty and lazy.. Then when i grew up, i first came in contact with The Con..

This kind of lazy, cool, dirty and comfortable slack-lifestyle, is more rightful in Wild America, and a more common feature in its basic belief in personal freedom – America is more funky!
It’s almost a basic praxis-of-right of it’s culture; to just work/bring home the (your OWN) bacon/chicken, and slack off in your OWN, stupid, self–spirited subsistence! Create your OWN subsistence, with you and your family..

I might be a filthy, crazy animal – but i would still restrain from double-dipping a chip at a party.. I’m still keen on keeping thing decent and not slopped with filth, yet it’s a funky concept i live by – i love dirt and grit and murk..

Take Jim Morrison, for example, that guy owned ONE pair of pants (he never had an apartment of his own, either).. He was to busy living the hell out of it, to be able to keep a wardrobe..
Jim Morrison was a TRUE rockstar, man – the guy was like a genuine, old-time, Indian.. Why should you not smell — you think true rockstars care about being respectable and cleanly?
Yet, i’m not like Morrison myself, i hold a wardrobe, but i got a concept of being fairly mobile and could fit all my clothes in a suitcase.. But the true way, would be to just be like an animal, like an Indian, i think.. Just live the hell out of it and be really WILD and DIRTY.. And lead a lifestyle of total freedom – the earth is a murky, dirty piece of work, and soo should a wild rockstar also be.. Not pretty and living domesticated for a pink way of existing, clean and confined to pink.order; conformity, and like; tamed..

Just listen to one of his first songs, and it explains it:

Talking off funky trips, with some slackful vibe – to return to some more music by Doors.. This one is soo damn splendid piece of a tune, brings back a memory of slackful nature:

When i was a little kid, me and my friend used to dig through a garbage heap in the woods, dumped there like in the beginning of 20th century (back then people just dumped old junk in the woods)..
We would find old medicine-bottles and ALL SORTS of old, neat stuff.. We had a slack-time, back there, then, crawling around in trash in the woods and digging up the ground like some excavation..

.. The Conspiracy is to stop your car at red light, and drive at green..

That works as a metaphor, for the whole thing, too, really. Living the yeti-life, the lifestyle/subsistence of SubGneius.. Like saying: “The Conspiracy is to not eat the hell out of the hamburger..”

The humans/normals/pinks are those people who doesn’t eat/live the hell out of it all/the hamburger – and if they don’t eat the hell out of the hamburger, THEN WHAT? Do they even KNOW they are alive? CONFORMISTS living in the soft parade, brainwashed – they need to start their brains. they need to come alive..

The Conspiracy-dupes are living by an insensate and meager order, inside a social anti-ego-dream, and deprived of true mind/consciousness.. A standard of made-up-untruth, a romance/soft parade. Off course we all restrain from crashing our car, but in our minds we pay no mind to the red light, in our minds we are driving a spacecraft on Tellus-terrain. We SubGenius are SAILORS, we sail as we maneuver an automobile – park very fast, a.s.o – WE ARE LOW RIDERS, you might say, right.. The humans are the kind of people who have lost the true, slacked PACE, and it shows in the human’s TRAFFIC, they are stressing in traffic, don’t even drives stoned, honking their horns if something is breaking their busy stride, etc, etc.. The world is actually insane and have the wrong mind-set – SLACK IS THE PATH TO TRUE LIFE, away from that insanity! And FROP holds great inebriant qualities, is like a remedy against The Con, and ads a lot of enjoyment on a journey by car.. For me, driving stoned has been times of slack..

For me, when it comes to Frop – almost everything becomes slack, under the influence… It was what made my perception sharpen up that extra level, on me–made me really see it clearly, about The Con and all that goes with this “Bob”-religion of slack, and eating the hell out of that burger. The hu-man world is not a paradise, not even a gay science, it got lots of brain but no heart; LACKS STUPIDITY, POINTLESS SPIRITUALITY-FEATURES OF THE TRUTH OF WHAT IT SHOULD BE–We have lost our way along the way.. And nothing is sacred now, it is a highly TRIVIAL SHIP, a ship of fools. So i would say; keep tripping on that Frop, and fuck the world..

I actually like flies flying around the room, and around me – my grandparents was milk-farmers, and their house had many, many flies, so they had a fly-swatter lying around the kitchen table, to swap off them flies — BUT I CAN*T UNDERSTAND WHY, why you want to KILL FLIES!? (then again, maybe you wouldn’t want TOO much of them, i suppose). I’m a little like a Buddhist monk, i guess; i don’t want to kill insects.. And i like the idea of tiny little creatures crawling, here and there, allover me – like i would be like the musty/grummy planet, myself.. A walking meat-sensation of the very mother nature..

But as i mentioned – i would actually never double-dip a chip at a party.. So i consider myself just a naturist-yeti, in symbiosis with the grummy nature of the very nature, not some sloppy slob who would, like dig out cherries from some cake with my dirty fingers, rather keep things clean and in order, in that sense. But i got no fear for germs, at all – when i used to camp out, if i dropped something on the ground i would just wipe it off and eat it (i consider the ground of the forest much cleaner than the floor at home)..

A very dirty bum, could, also, never bother me.. I would never feel any contempt against someone being very dirty, like some bum on the street. A clean-kind of filth would bother me more, like something without that concept of naturalistic mustiness; something CLEAN and PINK – yet MORE FILTHY, but in a pink-sense of filth.. I consider myself MUSTY, not disgustingly-pink; my mind is also musty, and funky..   

I would rather be some filthy clown, covered in filthy dirt and goo – than being a clean pink, man.. Rather be feeling musty with sticky filth, warm slackful sweat and grummy, thin layer of earth-residue, comfortably STAY in the groove than to shower when i should..
I found this picture on facebook, someone had it as cover-picture.. I think it conveys that feeling for being filthy, described in posts in this dirt-thread.. Has that right look of dirt and shabbiness..

I kinda enjoy it more – to be the filthy *ANIMAL*, like depicted in song, with this little tune, here:

Wonder if MC5 have made any more songs about being a wild, filthy animal..?

Being a goddamn MANIMAL:

Another thing also overvalued, besides being clean, is being FIT.. Right?

Lets face it, you might die tomorrow, one delicious burger short – what difference does it makes being fit or fat, in reality..?

It’s not how you look on the surface – it all boils down to a matter OF IF you are sucking some pink teat of the skinny CON-HEFFA, OR if you are sucking that MUSTY, SPICY and OILY PIPE of “Bob” Dobbs.-

I mean, it’s odorous in the society of the Con’s to be fat and lazy.. BUT, are you enjoying life?? Is it really worth it to be skinny and deprived of food-euphoria.. Are you doing whatever the-fuck-you-wanna-do, or are you letting The Con keep you down, are you getting slack?? Or are you letting The Con influence the outcome–the nature of how your days rolls?

I know that it is better to be strong and healthy – but why the demonetization of fat humans, by those pinks NOT BUILT FOR COMFORT/PLEASURE– Not built for SLACK, I’D SAY??

The life i would choose would actually be to be strong and vigor, but those days are gone – working hard, then eating good food and smoke frop — that’s the life! BUT, does it makes any difference if you are fat..?

Yes, might be – but, is there a reason to frown about it and feel down, to not keep smiling, in all the outrageous spirit of life, like a crazy clown, all i’m saying? But, yes, there is the health issue, and i have to admit that it felt good, i remember, after spending so much time in the woods for that year i was deeply into that, as i saw my own reflection and realized i had gotten strong – that feeling induced a being-weird & slacked-feeling. I will never forget as i was residing in a small house in the county listening to Pantera(among many many musical trips) and feeling beastie like a yetigen-manimal. I know a source of slack, AND exercise–It’s out there..

You lose contact with the Con, out there too…

To my third nostril, to me personally, i can sense a filth a’la slacklessness, inside an obsessive cleanliness..

Just as their fear of looking stupid, being wrong, is holding them back – their fear of being dirty also holds that precious slack down.. Rather than taking a shower, just light up another pipe of Frop, and turn the slack-lever up to pro, i’d say..

THEY’RE ALL JUST MUFFIN-MEN!

Doesn’t make no difference if a muffin is clean and sparkling like a pink diamond – a muffin won’t amount to any greatness..

The individual which is TRULY-LIVING, is to busy living in-up, or slacking it-up, to stop-himself from slacking-along his freedom-trip, to have a shower/get clean and pretty — he/she is out on a midnight-dream, making love under the stars, wrecking havoc, creating a religion or planning a murder – being wild, and dirty, and riding high, like mother earth IS.. See, the human lives like: Waking up, making himself clean, serving the con, going home, making himself clean, going to sleep–and then repeat . SLAVING HIS LIFE TO WASTE, FOR THE CON! The normals are not actually, really, alive even – they are just clean work-robots. But as nothing is true; everything is permitted–you might as well just be living it-up, slacking it-UP, instead.. They’re deprived of true-life, they are living like dead, you might as well pull the wool over your own eyes, accepting “Bob” into your life – change of subject.

It is VASTLY more important to be slacked than to be clean…

And.. In Sweden there’s an old saying: “Better a little dirt in the corners than a complete hell”

I would rather be dirty than having to bother with total cleanliness, i like life to be dirty-and-slackful/swift, musty and easy-going – just a laying-it-off – dropping out, break through the gate, to the other side.

Stupidity, laziness and just a musty fuss of stupidity and slack – baskin’ in it, in God’s funky glory, dirty and slacked.

Mentally-nearsighted, stupid, slacked, musty, comfortable and funky – FROPPED. I reject their reality for Cartoon-world.

My body may be in some sort of fascist, slack-deprived Sweden-country – but in my mind i am IN THE RIGHT WORLD–another world – Dobbstown– which is the world/town to reside in!

Speaking of liking dirt.. I also like odors/funks. I remember once cracking a joke to someone, like; “Hey man, what’s the issue with farts – FART SMELLS GOOD, MAN”. But i grew up in the country, and in summer the atmosphere was reeking from fields getting fertilized with manure, so i’m used to it.. But anyhow, I was thinking about smoking cigarettes, without having to bother stepping out from indoor-environments like diners, etc.. Some of you people i assume might’ve been smokers before the ant-smoke reform.

Wasn’t it a better world when you could just groove and smoke, smoke n’ chill inside and everywhere, too?? In some way, it seem like a more chill and musty atmosphere to hang around in – LIKE IT’S TOO CLEAN NOW! Like too fresh and frisky, and decent.

I like the smell of stepping into a diner, restaurant, etc – and it has that scent of cigarette smoke.. Sure, i can understand if it got a little much passive smoking for bartenders – but it can’t have been all too bad, right..? You’ll probably survive it, bar-tending.

I particularly enjoyed smoking in the car – it would have been nice to smoke after a meal at a restaurant/diner  why did they have to demonize smoking like this, couldn’t they just have ignore all negative aspects and just kept grooving–roll with it?

I JUST REALIZED THE TRUTH, TRUTH ABOUT LIFE!!… It came to me watching Iggy Pop doing his thing/going at it, in THIS musicvideo:

And the meaning of life is…to…DIE — THAT’S IT, ONE SHOULD ACTUALLY TRY TO DIE.. But what gives the living meaning, up-until dying – because while trying to die, one should get DOWN AND DIRTY, i mean like real GRUMMY, and FILTHY – and like real FUCKED UP…A BLAZING FIERY COMET!

It’s better to burn out, than to fade away… Like a comet blazing through the night-sky.. Like getting wild and filthy, in the city…

Like getting to the bottom and then run amok, all-around, allover.. Just get real FREAKY – kinda do like Iggy Pop, and Jim Morrison..

Just flay around like a mad shaman, stop being part of THE CON, like completely – stop showering in water, use liquor or blood to shower in, instead.. And forget about working–WORKING FOR THE CON, like COMPLETELY…that’s no way to get down and dirty…

Yes, i must admit myself– I have not exactly had that lifestyle myself, like being a gritty spectacle– maybe for like a couple of years when i was around 20-21– i certainly were dirty, haha.. But seriously, the last 16 years or so, i have been like you…but i’m merely presenting a point of view – i don’t practice what i preach, because it’s just not for me– could have been,,and THAT is the point,,life took a little different turn for me, though..

I’m not explaining my point, here, in that latest “Iggy-Pop-Post” — WHAT I MEAN, by saying the meaning of living is to get REAL FILTHY AND DIRTY AND WILD – is, to BECOME SOMETHING THAT’S WRONG, something going AGAINST THE GRAIN — SOMETHING that wakes the ordinary humans UP, something that grabs them and shakes them up, waking them up–to come alive – like a Shaman getting a vision in a mad fit and traveling out to space, sort of.. I MEAN, by “DIRTY” and “WILD”,,a “FIERY COMET”, to enter a void of slack–AND SUBSEQUENTLY GET WILD AND DIRTY — to become the SPECTACLE OF PURE LIFE; JOY OF EXISTENCE; embracing YETIHOOD; if you may.. The meaning of life is to find yourself; is what Nietzsche would claim, and finding oneself is a painful process.. The meaning of life is PAIN, one might say – and to get real close to death, maybe even dying.

One might say, that it’s the meaning of life, TO – KILL THE FATHER AND FUCK THE MOTHER.. As i said, turn into something WRONG–someting UNSEEN OF, like a shaman–A FIERY COMET…and run against the grain..

like that song, “Crystal Ship”, by The Doors.. “Deliver me from reasons why you’d rather cry…i’d rather fly..”

Why is it, anyway, i mean really; WHY, is it so odorous in humans’ minds if someone has an odor..?

Like being fat, same thing – if i walk pass someone who smell real bad, i think it’s cool with me, i don’t care about people’s perks or peculiarities, i just wish, in people, to have a total slack-appreciation, nothing more – actually i like funks, like liking the smell of gasoline/garages. To have an odor means you *got something*, additional to existing, no big deal if someone got THAT – if you smell nothing you have not yet been blessed with any bouquét of this world..

I can understand if someone reacts, if he/she feels the odor of someone, but i can’t understand why it would make anyone offended; Like some normal of the staffers in my old ward said; “missopan, maybe it’s time for you to take a shower – if not for you still there’s other people here, think of them!”– WHAT?? How can odor hurt anyone, WHAT DOES SHE MEAN WITH THAT; “FOR THE SAKE OF OTHERS”?? I mean, my odor is only MY BUSINESS, and it’s not the whole world…it doesn’t affect YOU, STUPID! You can still do anything you possibly could do, even if i would be odorless – so what the fuck does it matter to anyone else???

And, i happen to know: That The Satanist Anton Lavey would agree with me…