“Kill the Father Fuck the Mother”: Is like breaking against the contract the CON has as a leverage over you, a contract you “SHALL NOT ABOLISH” and is mapping-out the entire premise of your existence of being here on this planet- a planet ruled by the CON..
What you do when you “Kill the Father Fuck the Mother”- you re-invent the mapping-out of WHY you has been born, are existing on the planet, and how you should choose to LIVE; YOUR PERCEPTION OF EARTH AND LIFE..
It erases the MAPPED-OUT-CONTRACT. I’m speaking for tweaking your perception of reality – from CLARITY to MORE CLARITY!
A psychedelic drug can induce a surrealism-surge of your mind – that doesn’t even CONFUSE OR DISORIENT YOU, but rather offers a SLACKFUL kind of CLARITY… A Cozy/snug state of mind – that makes the world feel slightly UNFAMILIAR–BUT not in a frightening way – it a comfortable, serene and IDYLLIC kind of feel – all of a sudden the world gets like a AURA, and ambience that feels slightly GROGGY – like that good feeling when you get slightly intoxicated by ethanol, TIPSY, yet fully CLEAR in the head, just a little deeper perception…the world suddenly had changed and feels more like from a SAGA – you lose interest in WORK to rather SLACK OFF ETERNALLY– AND WHY NOT??
When i say that this world is like a JEEP, when it COULD’VE been like some Old Cadillac – with that slightly more FUNKY, or FUSSY or BAROQUE-LIKE DESIGN, that in some way COUNTERS STRAIGHTNESS. I mean MANKIND has been growing for the sake of almost-only GROWTH- our species can’t create something beautiful out of this whole circus of planet earth – because MAN’S WORLD MUST GROW, we must “create something greater”- so man is like a SLAVE– WHO DOESN’T REALLY WANT TO LIVE– doesn’t want SLACK– SUCH A WASTE!
AND what i mean in that sentence by “LIVE” – is that MAN PARTLY LIVES FOR WORKING! He doesn’t want IT ALL ETERNALLY SLACK, and live in a reality VOIDED off the format OF WORKING- he doesn’t go crazy, he doesn’t sleep like he feel.
He doesn’t really want to DO ETERNALLY SLACKING OFF, as; SOMETHING BY A PURE PREMISE OF SLACK – because it’s REALLY TABOO – he makes money, but he simply doesn’t share the notion the hippies had in the 60s, that ALL OF life should FEEL FUNKY/GROOVY–ALL-THE-TIME..
QUIT YOUR JOB AND START “PARTY ALL THE TIME!”