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Terra Incognita

Terra Incognita

1. An unknown land; an unexplored region: "a vast and virtually final terra incognita left to terrestrial explorers".

2. A new or unexplored field of knowledge.

FoolishPeople are looking for performance artists, musicians, d.j’s, artists, poets, writers, dancers, actors, burlesque performers, digital artists, filmmakers and organisers to collaborate with us to perform and exhibit at ‘Terra Incognita’ a unique Meta-Event that FoolishPeople is hosting at the 491 Gallery, London in late March.

The end of time.

The death of culture

The journey into the unknown and how it reflects our journey as a species into the next crucial stage of development or demise.

We’re looking for artists who can use FoolishPeople’s open source myth of ‘Terra Incognita’ to cultivate and develop their own art.

To collaborate and perform or for more information, please contact FoolishPeople via art@foolishpeople.org

www.491gallery.com

Cold

So fucking cold, fingers are numb. Listening to the new Tom Waits - Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards. He is so far above everyone else he must get vertigo.

Still hacking at the landscape of next year. Working on the copy for the first thing, which will be released here on day one of 2007.

London has actually managed the impossible, to make me not wince in pain at the thought of Christmas. Maybe it's the thought of heading out to spend Christmas in the countryside with family on Christmas eve.

Cats and frost what could be better.

Pupate

Currently shifting into locust brain mode, sucking down wave upon wave of solid art and wet narrative. Book's, Film's, DVD anything I can get my mind on.

I am an art vampire. My form is malnourished after pumping my life blood out over the last thirteen months, with little time to take new form's in.

Pupating soon, before 07 and the new comes.

Kaotec Strolls In (intro/bio)

I would like to thank Foolish People for inviting me as a guest writer, I hope you will find my input of interest or at least a curiosity.

A little about myself for those who are curious, I'm a practising Occultist of 23 years experience (or there abouts), I have a background in what used to be called 'Chaos Magic', and specialise in the Dionysian and Neo-Dionysian Mysteries, Enochian Fey Magick (a subset of Chthonic Witchcraft), Ritual Magic, the New Hashashin, Alchemy, Radical Taoism / Taoist Sex Magic, and Gnostic Hermeticism. My main magical influences may be Austin Osman Spare, Crowley to some extent,
and the Magical Surrealists!

I am a founder member of the Dionysian Underground (an occultural network), an associate of KIA, and a Master of the Temple in the Esoteric Order of Dagon, though I dislike joining groups and am more often found working with a small group of close friends. My predominant magical lineage is Romany Sorcery and Templarism (an odd mix I know but you can't pick your ancestors).

Apart from Magic I am very interested in Forteana and Parapsychologyl, recently writing an article for the Fortean Times (hopefully the first of a few).

I'm a qualified Philosopher (still planning my doctrate) and am facinated by the Philosophy of Mind, Psychology and Science (particularly trying to figure out what Quantum Mechanics is all about). I'm trained in Analytical Philosophy but prefer Continental (Nietzsche, Hegel, Post Modernism in particular). I have also experimentally explored Psychedelic avenues. And try to keep my body as fit as my mind (both important for effective Magic I find).

My true devotion is to my Socio-Political (R)evolutionary activism, Sex Pol and Cultural Terraism however, which underpins everything else for me.

Oh yes am also a  very part time professional Astrologer and Psychogeographical Pagan Atheist Tour Guide in London. And a Writer of course....

Phew, that just about covers it! You can wake up now...

Despite all of the above my position is actually one of suspended belief/disbelief and multi-perspectivism, though I always take the opposite side in an arguement, even with myself. My 'ultimate truth' is there is no 'absolute truth' though there is a 'Reality' out there which is not just our creation (despite what New Agers may babble on about) which can be best described as the 'Great Mystery', an inconcievable whole which is the foundation of the world and ourselves.

In short I will have a lot to share with those on this Blog and also hope I can learn much from being here.

I can also be found on the DIGlist (a Dionysian Yahoo Group) and as my sexy tentacular alter ego / daemon Cetoak on MySpace :)

More to come. 

Frater Sar Kaotec  9:23 5/10/06

Meat + Mobile Phones

Whilst wandering my neighborhood I am struck by the fact that mobile communication devices should not be sold in a butchers, don't get me wrong I'm all for diversifying trends and offering customers choice when they spend the pretty paper sigils they have worked and toiled so hard for. I now associate the rotten sweet smell of sticky marrow with nokia.

IgE

I had some sea food last night and ended up having an allergic reaction, which is always fun. I had to take an adrenalin shot. I carry an epi pen due to a bad allergic reaction in 2000 when I turned into what can only be described as a puffed up undead Zombie. 

An allregic reaction to something living or once living is due to the fact that you have a connection with that thing. Something deep and unsaid inside you, that makes your flesh hum in unison to the dna of what you ingested or touched. Your skin begins to bubble as your flesh attempts to change into that thing, even if it kills you.

I spent the first eight years of my life allergic to cats. Everytime I touched or stoked a cat my face would swell and I would stop breathing.

Now I have nine cats, spread out amongst my various homes. What doesnt kill you makes you stronger.

miss Lookers adventures

Well hello good people of FP and friends, this is my first post to you all just to keep you updated on my adventures through art and the crazy goings on in the FP! Currently I'm working on another exciting project for Guerrilla Zoo, this is in conjunction with a certain mr Harrigan's writings. If you haven't heard or seen my work i shall give you a little clue into my world! I create digital art, it comprises of individual short films, to backdrops for performances, I like interesting images that arnt always what they seem, to explain better I shall be posting illustrations/digital photo's of mine, also if you check out googlevideo and google Alexa Looker you can also find a piece which was exhibited at Guerrilla Zoo. A little background stuff: I first started working with John a year ago on D.N.O.T.S cycle II and stepped out of the acting circle in April, but still working closely with FP, I will hopefully be returning to the stage for the next cycle or maybe the last, some of you may remember me as the slutty blonde one that appeared in the narratives!Anyway enough of me, I shall keep you updated weekly as I said before of my adventures!

Miss Looker!

Teflon baby, Teflon.

I'm on a roll. Four new pieces for the Book of Hate fell materialised yesterday. I'm also sucking up large amounts of film and art. Like some kind of fucked up zombie ant-eater.

I'm pupating.

People all around me are attacking my pulsating and wet larvae, scared by whats happening inside.

People, you are all so weakkkkk. Teflon baby, teflon.

Serenity

The name of the game today is to bend reality, so that I end up in a cinema later today watching Serenity.

Will it happen??? Will let you know later.

If your in Hertfordshire and need a fast free connection to the internet in very cool and comfortable surroundings then try Caffeine. Caffeine is a bistro in Letchworth. One of the few Restaurant/Coffee shops that actually see the possibilities of free broadband. I cant think of one other place in Hertfordshire where you can get free net for the price of a coffee. Caffeine has been the only thing that has kept FP online since our war with BT. All the update's to the websites. Uploading of new logo etc were all done whilst at Caffeine.

Six Days

The last six days have been busy. Busy in all ways. I'm still recovering today. FP had a fantastic time playing host to Sam Shearon, LadyU, Kato, Mike Bedd and Richard Freeman. These are the key people working so hard to make Dark Nights as good as I know it will be.

Auditions finished yesterday and the people who were successful will be notified tonight.

Oh and I saw my first Ghost on Sunday night and I screamed like a girl.

Brain Sinews

There's no telling how hard each new piece of writing will be. It still shocks me how much it hurts. This one is chewing on the muscles of my heart. I'm fucking bruised,broken and my brain is making strange little straining noise. You can hear the sinews popping in my head.

Someone on UK big brother just inserted a wine bottle in her vagina. Everyone is wearing a fiction suit.

Done

All done. Don't ever say that FP isn't efficient. Had an excellent meeting with some old and new friends.

Should have some official news on the venue we will be working with on DARK NIGHTS OF THE SOUL in the near future.

 

London

I'm off to London today with producer lady for some meeting's Re Dark Nights of The Soul. So thank you weather for returning to what resembles an English Summer (although that can change within a few seconds into torrential floods).

I'm just hoping I don't have to deal with any issues on the tube today.

Sticky

It's hot and deadlines are looming. I'm trying to focus on the many things culminating in the next week or so but don’t seem to be able to, due to the heat and general unease.

Night + Heat combined normally mean two things, either good and sticky sex or bad and sticky emotions.

I feel like I should be somewhere tonight. Only I have no idea where. You know the feeling, Its like you have forgotten something important. A crucial hospital appointment perhaps?

I think something is watching me tonight.

Or maybe its just the fact that my pituitary gland has overheated and my third eye is out of alignment.

Tonight could be a late one.

Better late than never at all...

I'd like to thank John for the glowing praise (I'm blushing), and he and everyone else here at FoolishPeople for this wonderful opportunity to help out with the Ruined Steel project. I've been exceptionally quiet online regarding my own views about Transhumanism, if not cryptically vague when I've taken the rare moment to publicly speak up about anything. It stems mostly from fear. Fear of seeming too 'out there'. Fear of being misunderstood, misread, misquoted, and overall...wrong. I've come to the realisation that being wrong is impossible in speculation. If you're 'wrong', in the end it either means you weren't inspiring, not read by the right people, or technology hasn't yet met with your estimation. Maybe, just maybe, you want to be wrong on purpose, like George Orwell. Unfortunately, he was too damned spot-on for his own good. For our own good. Then there's Phil Dick. All these years of being an underdog science fiction author, and now we've bred two generations of mutants who actually get Phil Dick and are molding surreality to their own approximation of his writing. Aleister Crowley should be so lucky. If only they had our Internet when they were alive.

Immortality. It's a key element in the periodic table of Transhumanism. The Internet can be seen as a limited means of reaching this goal, yet the alchemy required to turn it into virtual gold lies in the occulted regions of Artificial Intelligence (AI). Dumping your brain onto the Internet in textual form, you're fashioning a crude personality construct. How accurate or tailored this online persona is to that which exists as flesh and bone, is up to you, the creator. Long after you're dead and gone, if not sooner, your LiveJournal emoting, political screeds, MeFi and /. posts... even your drunken party pictures may lie dormant in a digital archive, awaiting the day it's ultimately devoured by a growing AI that's coming to grips with its own existence. The world's leading governments and corporations may already have virtual personality constructs for some of you, awaiting the day when computers are inexpensive and powerful enough to model each and every person from birth to death, in an attempt to simulate reality in the achievement of elusive (inter)National Security objectives. In the charge to preserve the perceived systems of existence, our random and unpredictable humanity may be destroyed. This form of Transhumanism is an inevitable conclusion of sufficiently funded bureaucratic paranoia. It's up to free-thinking individuals to ensure the system remains full of exploitable holes. What fun is immortality if you're stuck in someone else's idea of Heaven?

Returning to Up Over

Hello, this is a quick post to comment that I am on the return journey from t'other side of the world, literally. I am writing this in Malaysia Airport - where else would you be on a Sunday afternoon. The journey was eventful to say the least; for those of you not in the loop - or not wanting to be (I'm guessing many readers will fall into either of these categories) I have been to Australia for the last 3 weeks. My last post reported that I was going on a six-day trip into the outback and was fearing the wrath of snakes and spiders. My Personal Assistant is wading through the concerned emails from people who grew afraid for my safety when a blog post did not follow promptly seven days later. Though perhaps the term "wading through the emails" is misleading, and creates the illusion that there were lots of emails. Or, indeed, any.

Anyway, I survived, though it was not the wrath of snakes or spiders that I should have feared but the more-than-slightly-nuts tour guide, Steve. I will not go into details here, for my body clock is elsewhere and I fear I will bore those of you who have read this far.... but Steve was CRAZY. Cuckoo cuckoo "oh my God will I really get out of this situation, has anyone got any emergency flares, I think I'm having a panic attack, shall we make a run for it and try our luck in the bush rather than chance our survival with this guy" kind of crazy; his driving, his almost beastial love of dead "rare" animals, his borderline temper; his lack of need for sleep or food; his "collection" of things your mother would not approve of in the back of the bus. Hmm... more later in the week. For now I am off to prepare for the last (12 hr) plane journey back to Heathrow and to try to persuade my right ear to equalise in pressure as it's aching like ears should not. Good night, good morning, good afternoon, whatever it is where you are. PS. Please at least take vitamins if you are not eating much John mate :oP

Sword

Being creative is a very large and very sharp double edge sword.

Equally rewarding and painful.

In the past it is has helped me understand who I am. Then again it has also made me hate who I am and long for the day they offer species realignment operations.

It has made me feel complete and empty at the very same moment. Simultaneously filling the hole in my soul, whilst siphoning and sucking the hole dry once more to create more art.

I can talk about stuff openly that would make most people bleed from their eyes. Then sometimes I just can’t talk or even take part in being human.

I would hazard a guess that one of the many reason’s Kurt Cobain blew his brains out was because of how creative he was.

It’s so easy to proclaim he was a selfish fuck with too much money and time (Which I’m sure he was sometimes). He should have thought about the daughter that he left behind.

I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that one of the reasons he blew his brains out was because he loved his daughter and his creativity allowed him to examine the damage he was inflicting on her. He was able to stare at the tortured mess of conflicting pain that he had become. He probably used the same techniques for writing. I can think of a few children who would be better off if their parents had the guts to spend some time thinking of the impact they have on their children.

Manic's Depression

(Creative piece, as character)

I haven't been sleeping well lately. I drive home each evening, promising myself that tonight I will go to bed earlier. But I end up staring blankly at the TV screen for too long and listening to the news, which gets me down. Through the night I toss and turn, waking up too early and hugging my mattress as if it were breaking my fall from planet Earth. When the alarm sounds its unsympathetic aggressive tone I get up, head pounding and frowning, body aching. I want to be with other people but can't bare to look at or be seen by them. I begin my day exhausted, living on half power, dragging some kind of mass behind me and around me. But I manage through the day ok, somehow I regroup and wake up, somehow I laugh and tell jokes. I learn something new about people and myself. I feel recharged and awake for a while, walking too fast and wanting to eat constantly; I talk to strangers and flirt with friends. Then, later, the buzz ceases and it all drains away. I drive home again, promising myself that tonight...

Cold

I have hit a patch of liquid emotion. It’s sticky and smells. I can’t get it off. It’s making me feel weird.

I write, I act, I direct. I swear I have never once actually believed all the bullshit that tends to come with doing those three things. Writing, acting and directing have always been a tool of self-preservation. I have the healthiest amount of hate myself syndrome. It’s like a black hole that I love to nurture. I have nuclear powered self-loathing.

People have said and done some of the most amazing things over the last three days and because of this the reactor core of my self-loathing has gone cold.

Its freezing but I like it.

Someone has been trying to tell me all this for the longest time, they are at this very moment yawning no doubt. I chose to just ignore. I’m sorry but I always felt you were compromised. Promise I will believe from now on.

I also think my tongue is rotting.

Note Book Love Is Unnatural

Spent yesterday looking for a new note book. I suffer from a note book fetish. Most writers do, few admit to it. Letchworth is the anti-notebook capital of the world. No exciting notebooks to write my notes that fall from my fevered sick mind. Had to settle for a small plain black unlined note book from Tim’s Art Supplies which is a real art shop for proper ARTISTS. Artists who paint and draw. Not for miscreants who just write. No idea why shops like this don’t just become real art shops for all arts. Need a forty foot tank for that shark you just MUST preserve in formaldehyde Damian. No problem. Looking for absinth no problem Mr Poe. Need a giant cockroach typewriter Mr Burrows, here you go. Please just remember to rub bug powder in its arse when it asks.

Quote Of The day

"I am just going outside, I may be some time"
Captain L.E.G. Oates

Species Realignment

Humanity is becoming a boil that needs to be lanced. Two particular stories have demonstrated how close we are to the fall of western civilisation.

The first was about two burglars who were bored with just stealing innocent people’s possessions. They broke into a man's house and whilst taking everything he owned of value decided to add some spice and hacked the head off his blind 19 year old tortoiseshell cat. Still not feeling fulfilled they placed a pet mouse in the microwave, just to ensure maximum pain and suffering for the mouse before it died.

Next up was the story of a 74 year old man named Smart who felt he was unable to properly articulate his feelings whilst rowing with the woman he was living with at the time. So he decided to pick up "Susie" a five month old Labrador belonging to the woman’s eleven year old son and throw the puppy over the balcony where they lived. The puppy fell 100ft into a road where it was run over and killed. The boy had chosen the puppy as a birthday present from his dad who lives in Blackpool. The boy’s mother has told friends the spot where Susie died haunts them and they are being “ripped apart.”

A friend of the family has said: “They’re in pieces. The mum can’t stop crying. They are treating it as a death in the family.” Yesterday, a bunch of pink roses had been laid on the blood-caked gravel where the pup died.

A card read: “To Susie, love and miss you, God bless, love Mum and *****.”

Smart faces magistrates next week charged with causing unnecessary suffering to an animal.
Now in what circumstances is it necessary to cause suffering to an animal. WHEN. Fucking WHEN. Please tell me.

I did a search for the puppy story because I had lost the original newspaper I read it in. Their are hundreds of similar stories about animals being killed in similar evil and callous ways.

You know what, I would happily visit the local species realignment centre. If one existed. I am disgusted at the species I share DNA with. .

The horrifying fact is these incidents are demonstrable of a society that is sick and unable to verbalise its illness.

I keep coming back to a piece written by Anton Artaud. Artaud was one of the most influential figures in European theatre. He once said in a piece called Theatre and culture that

“At a time when nothing holds together in life any longer, when we must revise all our ideas about life, this painful separation is the reason why things take revenge on us, and the poetry we no longer have within us emerges on the adverse side. Hence the unprecedented number of crimes, whose pointless perversity can only be explained by our inability to master life”

We may be able to explore the pointless perversity that Artaud talks about by murdering the animals we have domesticated as pets. I am not so sure undomesticated animals will accept that fate willingly. Ironicly the first animal to take a stand against us has virually identical DNA to us.

Chimpanzees struggling to survive amid the destruction of their forest habitat are snatching and killing human babies.

At least eight children have died in the past seven years in Uganda and Tanzania after being taken by chimpanzees and a further eight have been injured. The children were found with limbs and other body parts chewed off.

Primate experts blame deforestation and human encroachment on the chimpanzees' habitat for the aggressive behaviour, but are divided on whether the animals are defending their territory or seeking a replacement food source.

Maybe planet of the apes wasnt so far fetched after all. Maybe they will get it right where we havent.

Cat

Virus is making me feel very ill. Popping co-proxamol like they are going out of fashion. The only creature that showed any concern for my well being in my house today was one of my cats. Nevada. People always give me odd looks when I share my thoughts on why cats are so important to me.

Two things for people who don’t like cats.

1) Come talk to me again once you have had a civilisation worship you as a god.

2) Fuck YOU

The Virus

I seem to be coming down with a bug of some sort. Just in time for my day off. Wooohooo. I Feel rough but not half as bad David Blaine must be feeling right now. Just over half an hour until he enjoys freedom.

Hope to have a copy by midweek of Willard the new (to the uk) Crispin Glover film. Heard a lot of good things about it. Will have a review here later in the week.

Sunday Mornings

Ok Sunday morning it is. Coffee- Check, Observer - Check, Laptop - Check, Music - Check. Relaxing place to enjoy these things - nope. Cant wait to get home.

Letchworth

I'm in Letchworth tonight. Its filled with pissed people. The English do drunk like no other country. A girl is picking her nose and eating it in front of me. She's pissed. Her nose has now begun to bleed. Joy.

Fire Fire

I had fire training today for my part time job as a residential social worker.

The training consisted of setting things on fire and seeing how they react to different types of extinguishers. After that we were locked in a shipping container with a fire at one end, to give us all an idea of how smoke can fill a room very quickly. Fun. No really it was fun. Made funnier by one of my friend's getting very scared and having to be taken out of the container.

Strange Days

It’s been a strange day. A nothing day, that edged towards the sinister and untrustworthy. I didn’t want to post to the blog today. In fact I resisted it.

The Sugar babes new video is playing in front of me.

I want so badly to get past the hump in the road that leads to the finished script of Ruined Steel. Writers block is real and is something I dread. It’s a feeling of mental lockdown. When my imagination works backward on itself.

You do not want your imagination to turn in on you if you have as bizarre an imagination as I have.

Cripple Spice’s new video is playing in front of me.

Today was a day of wishing I was writing other people’s stories.

Today was a bad day.

Interview

I'm being interviewed by Amber, the rules are as follows;

The Rules
1. Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3. You'll update your website with your five answers.
4. You'll include this explanation.
5. You'll in turn ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

Here's the interview
1. Bath or Shower – and why?
I wish I could say shower but I can't. I'm afraid its bath. I live in a house that was converted from housing that was used for Italian prisoners of war and later as barracks for the land army. The plumbing is odd to say the least. It would mean fitting a whole new water tank to allow for us to have a shower fitted. So the short answer is bath for the time being.

2. Do you have a recurring dream – if yes, tell me about it… if no, tell me about the last dream you had that you remember
Yes I do have a reoccurring dream and I normally dream it when I am ill with a temperature. I am standing on a motorway whilst cars speed by. On either side of the road are stone pillars. The cars begin to get faster and faster and the stone pillars begin to topple on to me. As this happens I begin to wake and as I'm just between consciousness and sleep the bed clothes feel like the Stone pillars crushing me.

3. When was the last time you cried – and for what reason?
Good question. The last time I cried was about three weeks ago, I was in bed and listening to Still by Nine Inch Nails. I was thinking about my children, and how happy they make me and also about their future and the future that they could be forced to live in because of greedy people.

4. Describe your favourite smell…
Coconut is my favourite smell. It reminds me of so many positive and happy things. My first holiday abroad as a kid, of summer, pretty girls and pina colada's.

5. Which painter would you choose to paint your portrait – and why?
Francis Bacon, because out of all the artists I like he is my favourite portrait painter, he captures the inner essence of a person.

Thanks Amber

David Blaine

After the meeting I went straight down to Tower Bridge to see David Blaine.
A security cordon has been set up around the crane holding the box after a spate of attacks from idiots throwing eggs.

You now have to have to be searched before you are allowed to get close to the box.
The British press have portrayed the atmosphere around him as really negative, with Blaine being ridiculed by morons.

It wasn't like this, people were waving and Blaine was waving back.
I gave him the peace sign and he looked straight at me and returned the gesture which was cool.

I have a massive amount of respect for him; he is trying to show us that we are so much more than our bodies.
The man is a consummate show man, and was really acting positive, waving to children and smiling.

Currently sitting alone looking like someone with no friends, in a bar called Red Cube for their happy hour. Going to see Sin Eater later, from the people who made A Knights Tale.

London

On my way to london town, for a meeting about Ruined Steel. Also hope to get to see David Blaine on day 11 of his 44 day stint of being starved in a perspex box.

I'm Standing in the restaurant section of an inter city train.

Currently listening to 100th window by Massive attack on ipod.

The future is here.

Sent via future phone.

Horror Movie Waiting To Happen

I'm standing at the train station waiting for the train to cambridge.

Standing on the opposite platform is a group of posh looking students waiting to catch the train to london. They look they are a horror movie waiting to happen. Every cliche made real, the cool stoner, the slut, the nerd, the jock. I just can't see the heroine/hero in their midst.

No tell a lie she just got off another train, looks like the loner saves the day this time.

Home

Its only half an hour on the train to London from the village I live in and forty five minutes by car.

Cambridge is even closer. Only half an hour in the car and twenty minutes on the train.

Out of the two, I spend much more time in cambridge. It has pretty much everything going for it and enough culture to kill you. Museums, art gallerys, arts cinema's, theatre's and plenty of good bars.

All of which I intend to visit tonight. Will post later from cambridge via moblog to let you know how my evening's going.

Sent via futurephone.

Things That Wind Me Up 1

I cant stand it when your filling out a form on a webpage and you get to the country drop down menu. You click ready to choose your homeland and allways (virtually allways) United States is at the top. Now dont get me wrong I am in love with the states, but the attittude that we shouldnt have to scroll because we are American stinks.
Is it because Americans are more likely to have a computer???? Why then it U is before A isnt the united kingdom before United States.Why???

After changing my mind

I woke up with a massive headache from the san miguel, after changing my mind and staying up to do some writing until 3am.

What a pussy. Took two coproxamol and went back to bed. Felt a lot better the second time I got up. Just relaxing having a coffee before work

Digital Thought

Digital thought was going to be my own personal blog at typepad but i really dont have the time to write two blogs,three plays and post to the FoolishpeopleForum.

Digital Thought Will Comprise Of:

My mad ramblings
My heartfelt feelings for you to laugh and mock
people i hate
people i love
people i love to hate
My obssesion with cats
my obssesion with disliking humanity and what we have done to the planet.
and Pantheism

Ok just going to finish my bottle of san miguel and then find a place to sleep......