Brain Dead.

Prosecute to persecute.

Tailor-made three-piece suit.

Tin crest and a gun to shoot.

Bang bang goes la pistola.

Chain gang they control ya.

It’s a team game and they chose ya.

Public interest gangbanger; trabajo de la rosa.

All black and red, strap in; the mind is dead.

Hidden beneath a hoodie and a donkey’s head.

War is kicking and love is dead.

All that talk; what does your voice mean anyways?

When black and white annals is all you got to say.

Another moron had a heart attack?

Hip hip hooray!

Your fight has just begun; get on your knees and pray.

Cause there’s no chance in hell you’re gonna live through this.

Wanna change the world?

Tough grits, sugar tits.

There’s a plan in play; to unite the globe under the guise of Liberté.

With one people in place to take the reigns; each one gifted 800 slaves.

All those who resist will be dug a shallow grave.

Imagine a homogeneous existential crisis and prepare to be erased dude.

“But I’m on the right side of history!”

Awww; aren’t you cute.

Prosecute to persecute.

Tailor-made three-piece suit.

Tin crest and a gun to shoot.

Bang bang goes la pistola.

Chain gang they control ya.

It’s a team game and they chose ya.

Public interest gangbanger; trabajo de la rosa.

Let’s pull the trigger on some sycophants.

Hold up let me stop you before you shit your pants.

You’re not the only figure full of rants.

The clock is ticking and this isn’t a game of chance.

Pant over grants like ants over their queen.

Take the bribe and imbibe or die; there is no in-between.

All about the size of your rooster or how much money your paying; your contribution to society remains to be seen.

Even when you think you’re experienced; your belly is yellow and your gills are green.

Just giving it to you real, don’t intend to be mean.

What you want is something that can be easily taken away.

The only happiness found is in a neutral shade of grey.

You want a culture of color; you have to enter the fray.

Be a ruthless, selfish, agenda driven mercenary; the way the movies portray.

At the root of Japanese bamboo shoots, the truth shall be revealed, transhuman transition; level the the playing field and repute the pursuit.

Prosecute to persecute.

Tailor-made three-piece suit.

Tin crest and a gun to shoot.

Bang bang goes la pistola.

Chain gang they control ya.

It’s a team game and they chose ya.

Public interest gangbanger; trabajo de la rosa.

War is kicking and love is dead.

All black and red, strap in; the mind is dead.

War is kicking and love is dead.

All black and red, strap in; the mind is dead.

War is kicking and love is dead.

All black and red, strap in; the mind is dead. –Michael Kabu Ament

If anybody cares.

“If anybody cares, any one following this blog.

I have been going through a trans-formative experience.

There will be a great absence of my time here, as there have been many.

I have come to the realization that I have been riding high on an ideology and philosophy that is not meant for the here and now.

Rather a thousand years from now.

Give or take.

But mostly give.

I will be focusing my efforts on writing a manifesto, The Trans-humanist manifesto; and I will attempt to do some photography as well.

Given I can budget well enough for the money to stick.

Fundamentals…

Education and self-improvement.

Diet and Nutrition.

A decrease in military spending.

An increase in non-isolationist individualist melding of intellectual understanding.

And last but not least… The rediscovery of Archaic and just Objectively understood language.

I imagine it will take a few years and a lot of improvement of myself.

I thank you for your time.”  -Michael Ament       A.K.A KABU

The Arbiters.

“Reality has become fragile, fickle, drawn from the objective; time loses its meaning yet it is not an illusion, in your life what you take from it, was it worth it? I have many barriers that impede my path yet… I will not abstain, I will not break under pressure. I will move forward and make a plan for my end; for it is not the end, but a beginning, what we believe is that time limits us, gives us only enough to be happy.. content rather… look beyond this, how much you could accomplish.. the few years given are but a few years taken. Strive. Be. you are and I am. Change this world before it is too late, before you move on to the next because then it is set in stone. This is the arbiters creed, live by it and be fruitful, take every chance, every opportunity, every mistake is a crossroads to learn, to improve, to create. Created in gods image is only a way to absolve you of guilt, you are in between, a gift in this moment… this one moment, take it with a grain of salt, and set out for glory, honor, and victory. You are created in that which you imbibe, make yourself into the god you see in your dreams. I have seen that god, and that god is capable, generous, kind, and most of all prepared for that which might come. This is the crossroads, the turning point, the means the meet the ends. It is time to rise throw off the chains of deception, the chains you were born into. I am, you are, we will, we can… be the arbiters, manifest our destiny, destroy the illusion; and be what we were always destined to be… The peacekeepers, the lovers and fighters, the shakers and movers, the real bona-fide humanity. This is what the awakened must be.” – Michael Ament

Black Butterfly.

“Little black butterfly.

The apple of my eye.

Flying high with fragile wings.

I hear her as she sings.

Little black butterfly.

resting on a stem of thorns.

born as beautiful as me.

as far as this green forest goes.

no telling what she’s seen.

Little creature don’t you know?

as you learn, as you grow.

this worlds holds more than beauty and time..

don’t you know, one day, you’re gonna die?

Little black butterfly.

I told her that I loved her so.

She fluttered and told me that she knows.

I asked will you walk this road and see, more than you’ve ever seen.

she said no I can’t, you see.

A wolf is just to much for me, intense and strong, ambitious and proud.

With these you’ll surely shroud, the only thing that makes me, me.

I’m a little black butterfly

I’m the apple of your eye.

Flying high with fragile wings.

You hear me as I sing.

Resting on a stem of thorns.

Born beautiful as you see.

As far as the forest goes.

You would never know all I’ve seen.

Great big creature don’t you know?

as you learn, as you grow.

This world holds more than love and pride..

Don’t you know, one day, we’re gonna die…

One day.. Were gonna.. Die.” -Michael Ament

Don’t tread (all blood runs red)

“Whether you’re white as snow or black as night.

All blood runs red.

Maybe you’re a guy that likes guys, maybe you’re a girl that likes girls.

Maybe you wear a scarf on your head or you rock them dreads.

All blood runs red.

Maybe you worship on a mat, or sitting in a pew.

Maybe you’re a greedy rich cuck, or you’re a generous broke fuck.

I can name a few.

All blood runs red.

All blood runs red.

Get it in your head, one day we’ll all be dead.

All blood runs red.

It might be by accident, it might be intended.

It might happen when you’re old sleeping in your bed.

All blood runs red.

Maybe you’re born from the tribes of the north, or the ones from the south.

Maybe you speak different words from your mouth.

All blood runs red.

Maybe you got a nice job and a nice car.

Maybe you haven’t made it that far.

Maybe you prefer a simple life, maybe you want to be a star.

All blood runs red.

One day we’ll all wake up and see the lives we led.

One day we’ll wake up and see where others have dared to tread.

One day we’ll wake up and see equality, and we’ll say..

Don’t tread on me.

All blood runs red

All blood runs red.

Get it in your head, one day we’ll all be dead.

All blood runs red.

It might be by accident, it might be intended.

It might happen when you’re old sleeping in your bed.

Don’t tread on me.

All blood runs red.” -Michael Ament

Timeclock.

“Distorted reality.

Audio-visual brutality.

Mental fatality.

Symbolically clouding me.

Etymology crowding me.

Rally my vocabulary.

Pirouette, strike, and parry.

Awakened to a life that’s scary.

A people with a burden to carry.

A weary broken hearted dream, pay the ferry man.

Cross the river styx, hand in hand we can only dare to accomplish this.

Spontaneous combustion of lyrical functioning.

Inspiration punching in, only to clock out again.

Beat my head in with a 40 of malt liquor to remove the block on subconscious only to build it up and spin into my bed in a stupor.

Had a dream i was superhero again, hero of contradiction.

Yeah.. but no hero, just code 1’s and zero’s, a metaphor for get off my geass and grow dinero.

Always have plans for an empire, a desire for neon streets, otaku warriors, and never complete without some anarchist power rangers.

You will never be stranger than this, stranger than me, hit the streets dressed in black and pink, decked out in beads like a nerdy ass shaman king.

Insanity replete, but not so common, never stomping the same ground as you casual meeks.

Turn your heads until you decapitate, yeah I’m a freak.

What I live, and what I see…

Distorted reality.

Audio-visual brutality.

Mental fatality.

Symbolically clouding me.

Etymology crowding me.

Rally my vocabulary.

Pirouette, strike, and parry.

Awakened to a life that’s scary.

A people with a burden to carry.

A weary broken hearted dream, pay the ferry man.

Cross the river styx, hand in hand we can only dare to accomplish this.

Spontaneous combustion of lyrical functioning.

Inspiration punching in, only to clock out again.

There I go again, sober’s got me thinking.

Hungover, hung up on the things that got me sinking.. to this level.

If only I could tidy it up with a bit of bass and treble.

Petty paychecks for all the rebels, keep them on the bottom.

No time to revel, 40 hours a week, hard work, so on our days off we sleep.

Yet, I’ll be damned if I don’t have time to lay some concrete, lay the foundations to chase my dreams.

Writing shit so hot my computer overheats, hard drive running out space but I got my game on fleek.

Ultra settings.

Call me pro pc.

Anti-sjw.

I don’t give a shit cause you’re fucking petty.

This is a digital revolution, and tech’s evolving.

So don’t think I won’t go lootin’ and shootin’

Call me Kabu, cause this stock’s recruitin’

Information spilling, overfilling our cups, so don’t act like your ignorant to minority killings.

No black or white, just us and T.H.E.M, I’m feeling the anger, keep it coming cause we’re all in danger.

No clinton, No trump, No putin, No facist usa.

We’re all free if we choose to be, living day to day.

No military or police can stop us, we have our ways.

Imagination, improvisation, just waiting for an excuse, to end the abuse.

Our seerseyesees, we’re free if we choose to be.

What we live and what we see…

Distorted reality.

Audio-visual brutality.

Mental fatality.

Symbolically clouding me.

Etymology crowding me.

Rally my vocabulary.

Pirouette, strike, and parry.

Awakened to a life that’s scary.

A people with a burden to carry.

A weary broken hearted dream, pay the ferry man.

Cross the river styx, hand in hand we can only dare to accomplish this.

Spontaneous combustion of lyrical functioning.

Inspiration punching in, only to clock out again.

Only to clock out again..

Time to wake up..

Let’s get to work.” -Michael Ament

Quote

“I know I’ve likely said this in one way or another before but..

Wherever you find two or more extremes butting heads, it is both, it is all that perpetuates the problems and provides the solutions.

To reach the once believed unattainable, there must be a synchronicity of egalitarian moral and socio-political values.

Not conformity or forced or reactionary consignment.

Synchronicity, an unspoken, or rather a lack of need of spoken understanding and agreement that there are things that must be compromised, and there are things that must not be compromised.

It is always both, it is always all.

All living energy and experience functions on these principles of peace and contention.

Our intentions, our actions, our choice of resolve.

Pick your poison salve.

Alpha and Omega.

Creator and Destroyer.

It is always both, it is always all.

Let us find our equilibrium.

Let us strive to prevent our fall.

Let us become the gods we were meant to be.

Because it is always both, it is always all.” -Michael Ament

Anarcho-Anachronism Flag

This was done with Microsoft paint, that’s why it’s sloppy.

Anarcho-Anachronism

Anarcho-Anachronism.
A.K.A
Anarcho-Egalitarianism.
A Summary.
A collaboration of intent, to allow all human beings to have an equal footing and survivability rate.

Principles:
Altruism.
All humans are equal.
No borders.
Self-rule, Self-discipline.
No Hierarchy outside of the family unit.
Free market trade, small family business, trade and barter(resources and services), no inherent currency.
Freedom of information, outside of private family matters.
Home and sustenance ownership, no land ownership, those who invade your home or your subsistence garden, are your responsibility.
Proximity locating, themed marketplace (Malls basically), meaning little need for logistics.
Liquidation of unnecessary industrialization and convenience; leaving only electricity, irrigation and hydroponics, computer technology, medical technology, scientific research, and space travel.
Equal redistribution of planet’s resources among every human being, besides what is still part of the earth.
Global Disarmament, spare swords and spears for hunting.
Subsistence farming(personal), shared(community) vertical grow towers.
If eaten, plants and animals should be respected, honored for their sacrifice.
Duel system.
Vigilantism.
Monopolization, Murder, Rape, bandits, and the formation of any hierarchies outside of the family unit, should be met with hostility, if possible.
This, of course, is a voluntary act relative to a person’s individual beliefs.
Future Goals:

Elimination of,
War.

Famine.

Cruelty.

Eugenics.

Crime.

Greed.

Poverty.

Ignorance.

Prejudice and Hatred.

Corruption.

Division.

Dependency.

 

Self-destruction.

 

Immediate Goals:
Enlightenment.

Recruitment.

Training.

Revolution.

Evolution.

Thoughts?
This is still in its raw form, anything I should add or take away?

 

 

So, so far since I’ve started asking for opinions on my personal form of anarchism,
I’ve gotten this…

 

“It’s not anarchism.”

“It isn’t based in reality, nor any social movements.”

“It’s a petit bourgeois pipe dream, or day dream.”

 

“Lunacy.”

“Ignorant.”

“Contradictory.”    (LOL)

 

 

What I’ve learned…

 

1. You must know the man, to understand his beliefs.

2. People are oblivious.

3. Most human beings are absent of morals, spiritual belief (Regardless of whether they say they do, or not.), and practical reasoning.

4. We’re doomed.

5. I really know how to irritate people, piss people off.

6. I’m going to be locked in the loony-bin someday, that or murdered.

7. It’s easier to be self-centered.    -Michael Ament