All of the incel and now femcel murderers over the past decade are reminding me of this track:
Of course for a lot of them it's not really the primary motivation it's nihilism, narcissism and misanthropy but that's less romantic.
I appreciate how gothic the dystopia is just like I appreciate how liminal (gothic) the austerity of a decaying shopping mall is.
Me:
My friend:I went to buy some stuff from the shopping centre today and went into this shop in town a lot of stuff seemed to be on sale because they were getting rid of it or something and I don't know if you've seen any of those like liminal spaces photographs etc but it had that vibe in there especially on the ground floor below. The lighting was very dim an stuff also some of the ceiling was removed so you could see up there
Me:Oh I know what you mean
The back rooms
yeah stuff like that
or those like nostalgic surreal photos and stuff
dying mall vibesMy friend:there's a bunch of empty spaces that aren't being used where stuff has closed down too
Me:Mmm, it's not a good thing
Whatever the opposite of prosperity is… we're living through that
My friend:austerity?
Maybe that's why I haven't blown up anyone's school lol. I'm already unembodied.Oh yeah, makes sense =P
Feelings of unreality
Patients with SzPD often feel unreal, empty,[87][124] and separate from their own emotions.[150] They tend to perceive themselves as fundamentally different from others and can believe that they are fundamentally unlikeable.[118][151] Other people often seem strange and incomprehensible to a person with SzPD. Reality can feel unenjoyable and uninteresting to people with SzPD. They have difficulty finding motivation and lack ambition.[112][152][153] Patients with SzPD often feel as if they are "going through the motions" or that "life passes them by."[6][154][155] Many describe feeling as if they are observing life from a distance.[156] Aaron Beck and his colleagues report that people with SzPD seem comfortable with their aloof lifestyle and consider themselves observers, rather than participants in the world around them. But they also mention that many of their schizoid patients recognize themselves as socially deviant (or even defective) when confronted with the different lives of ordinary people – especially when they read books or see movies focusing on relationships. Even when schizoid individuals may not long for closeness, they can become weary of being "on the outside, looking in". These feelings may lead to depression, depersonalization, or derealization.[118][6][59] If they do, schizoid people often experience feeling "like a robot" or "going through life in a dream".[157] People with SzPD may try to avoid all physical activity in order to become nobody and disconnect from reality. This can lead to the patient spending a large quantity of time sleeping and ignoring bodily functions such as hygiene.[59]
Internal fantasy
See also: Maladaptive daydreaming
Although this disorder does not affect the patient's capacity to understand reality, they may engage in excessive daydreaming and introspection.[44][158][159] Their daydreams can grow to consume most of their lives. Real life can become secondary to their fantasy,[7] and they can have complex lives and relationships which exist entirely inside of their internal fantasy. These daydreams may constitute a defense mechanism to protect the patient from the outside world and its difficulties.[61][118][160] Common themes in their internal fantasies are omnipotence and grandiosity.[59] The related schizotypal personality disorder and schizophrenia are reported to have ties to creative thinking, and it is speculated that the internal fantasy aspect of SzPD may also be reflective of this thinking.[161][162][163] Alternatively, there has been an especially large contribution of people with schizoid symptoms to science and theoretical areas of knowledge, including mathematics, physics, economics, etc. At the same time, people with SzPD are helpless at many practical activities because of their symptoms.[164]
i think about this often thank youStill same lol.Me too
Hmm. I think people who engage in violence and sex are very embodied. So the less embodied you are the less you engage with these behaviours. The rate of violence in many countries has overall been decreasing over time, though specific types of crime tend to become popular at certain points in time for competition based reasons. There are several UK identities but one of them seems to be being disembodied. This manifests in different ways too.
You can be actively disembodied where you're being creative, or passively disembodied - engaged in distraction, substance abuse, various addictions etc.
Atm I'm going to divide these into ghosts and zombies respectively. Although witches are better symbolically for creativity.
Though in saying that people perhaps don't have that much choice in that regard either. After all creativity is dependent on personality and intelligence.
https://www.prospectmagazine.co.uk/e...loathe-england
How I learnt to loathe England
A Dutchman reflects on what he's learnt by living in Britain for the last six years--it isn't pretty"In-your-face binge drinking and gambling addiction are tell-tale signs that not all is well in the English psyche"I've seen a good deal in England which suggested that, just maybe, not all was well with the collective psyche--the in-your-face binge drinking, the bookies stoking gambling addiction on every high street, the abject but routine neglect of public housing which went undiscussed until the Grenfell Tower fire. But that scene on the morning after the referendum encapsulates my disappointment with the country. Not only the division, but also the way it had been inflamed. Why would you allow a handful of billionaires to poison your national conversation with disinformation--either directly through the tabloids they own, or indirectly, by using those newspapers to intimidate the public broadcaster? Why would you allow them to use their papers to build up and co-opt politicians peddling those lies? Why would you let them get away with this stuff about "foreign judges" and the need to "take back control" when Britain's own public opinion is routinely manipulated by five or six unaccountable rich white men, themselves either foreigners or foreign-domiciled?I was annoyed by the personal freedoms I lost like being able to move/work in most of Europe but the government increased immigration from non-European countries which all of these people hate even more as that was their primary motivation. I knew this would happen and I'm it's proven very entertaining for me.But by the time the referendum came, I had become very much in favour of the UK leaving the EU. The worrying conditions that gave rise to the result--the class divide and the class fixation, as well as an unhinged press, combine to produce a national psychology that makes Britain a country you simply don’t want in your club. I am terribly sorry for my pro-EU middle-class friends in England, and even more sorry for the poor who had no idea that by supporting Brexit they were voting to become poorer. But this is England’s problem, not the EU's: the nation urgently needs some time alone to sort itself out. So when those first "Leave" votes came in, I found myself making fist pumps at the television. On the morning of 24th June 2016 the middle-class parents at my children’s school were huddling together in shock over the result. One or two were crying quietly when a working-class mother I knew walked up to a well-to-do mother who had been canvassing for Remain. "OUT! OUT! OUT!", she shouted as she wagged her index finger. Then she walked off in triumph, back to her working-class friends at the other end of the playground.
Over the years, I had learned she was a warm person, yet on that day something stronger burst out. She had used the referendum to try to smash that expensive middle-class toy called the EU and it had worked. At last, for the first time in decades, those who felt like life's losers openly defied the winners, and carried an election. Now her country would have 350m a week to spend on the number one worry for people like her: the NHS.
https://unherd.com/2023/07/the-luton...e-andrew-tate/
Two years before the Tates moved to Marsh Farm, there was a riot -- followed by a rave. It was July 1995: a summer of drought, Tory civil war, and three nights of anarchy on an estate in Luton. After a 13-year-old tearaway was forcefully arrested, 500 people attacked armed police officers with petrol bombs, bottles and bricks. A school was set on fire; shops were looted; a police officer was stabbed. And then the party started.
On Saturday night, as police patrolled and harassed residents, Exodus, a local collective, put out the message that a rave was taking place outside of town, hoping to lure the rioters out of Marsh Farm. "It looked like Vietnam," one of the organisers tells me, "and we wanted to fix that." And, by and large, they did. Just before sunrise on Sunday, he received a call to say that Marsh Farm had gone silent, but for the birdsong and the shuffling of riot police on empty streets.
"It was beautiful," he says. The ecstasy of the rave had soothed the disorder. Marsh Farm had been saved. But after the party, the comedown.
By the time Andrew Tate moved to Marsh Farm from Chicago aged 11, it was the “worst area of the worst town” in England. He has spoken about his "brokie days" on the estate: about growing up on welfare with his newly divorced mother and two younger siblings; and about defying the odds to become a millionaire kickboxing champion and "the most Googled man on the planet" (he’s eighth). If Andrew Tate has an origin story, it starts here.
Today, the self-styled "King of Toxic Masculinity" is in Romania on house arrest, charged with rape, human trafficking and forming an organised crime group to sexually exploit women. To many, he is the man who said that women should bear responsibility for being raped. To his legions of young, male fans, though, he is a Nietzschean superman whose journey -- and success -- is the ultimate lesson: understand his self-discipline, drive and ambition, and learn how you, too, can become like him. For them, his biography is gospel.
"English people are the most violent people in the world," Tate said in a video last year. And Marsh Farm lends itself to violence. Tucked away on the margins of Luton town, the sprawling estate, now home to around 10,000 people, is dominated by three 15-storey tower blocks, their residents watching over a disproportionately deprived and unemployed warren that stretches for almost a mile.
"Crime was just an everyday occurrence," someone who grew up on Marsh Farm at the same time as Tate tells me. You had no choice but to accept it. "If the other residents thought you were a grass or too nosy, you would be burnt out. Your car would be burnt. Your property would be burnt. You would have paint put on your house saying 'grass'." I’m told it was completely normal for petrol to be poured through someone's letterbox and lit with a match.
Marsh Farm's Lea Manor High School offered little respite. When Tate arrived there in 1997, the school was in special measures and due to be closed."It was mayhem," says one of his former classmates. In one incident, a boy stabbed another with a pair of scissors; during another, pupils set fire to the art department. If their behaviour was brazen, that’s because they knew they could get away with it. "Students would drive to school in stolen cars -- and then drive on to the sports fields and start doing handbrake turns during school hours."When you fail to manifest your own world, you'll turn to violence to help you feel alive.Amid such fragmentation, criminal activity on Marsh Farm has become more atomised, too. Gangs still operate, but mainly fight with rivals on other estates. Occasionally, Marsh Farm is targeted: cars are still burnt and gang shootings still take place in broad daylight -- the most recent in April this year. Unlike in the Nineties, though, the daily outbursts of violence have been replaced by the anomie of low-level crime; adults offering you drugs; children offering you drugs; someone who has just injected themselves with drugs. Their pain is self-inflicted and aimless. A world of rioting has become one of withdrawal.
On Marsh Farm, this is the comedown that followed the rave. Little has been done to remedy it. In 2011, an old microwave factory on the estate was turned into a police station, but there is no front desk for people to report crime. Residents complain it is just for show, and almost everyone points out the miserly police presence on the streets. One shopkeeper across the road from the station tells me that, after his shop was robbed during the middle of the day, it took three days for the police to arrive. When I visit the terraced house where Tate grew up, and where his mother Eileen still lives, the road is empty, apart from a topless young man speeding a dirt bike up and down the cul-de-sac. "He's always doing that," a neighbour grumbles.
I later knock on Eileen’s door, though she doesn't answer. Instead, her neighbour thrusts her head out of a window and demands that I leave. She tells me that Eileen doesn’t want to speak to journalists who "twist" the truth about her sons, so I post a note with my phone number on it. A few days later, a representative for Tate gets in touch to explain that he doesn’t want to comment.
Should we be surprised? Why challenge the gospel when it's already been handed down? Andrew Tate escaped Marsh Farm; that's all you need to know. His story is about how to escape -- not those who can't: those former schoolmates, the victims of a paedophile, or the five lost boys I find skulking around one of the estate’s parks.
The youngest of them looked 13; at least one was high. When I ask them about Tate, they laugh uncontrollably, almost competitively. "Top Geeeeeee," croaks one. "He's just saying it how it is," says another. "He's just doing his own thing,” adds the croaker, before trying to sell me some drugs.
What does Tate's gospel have to teach them? These lads spend their day staggering around Marsh Farm, looking for trouble and occasionally finding it. But that's about it. Not a single Lamborghini or Ferrari drives past -- and if one did? Like most of those boys before, they would gawp and croak, and then go back to doing nothing. There is no ambition. There is no hope. They are would-be rioters turned into zombies.
It is hard to imagine them being radicalised by Tate, let alone following him out of their estate. He is not their Pied Piper and they are not his rats -- just boys paralysed by neglect. A lost generation, perhaps, but one that has no interest in being found. If Marsh Farm is where Tate's gospel started, it is also where it ends.
Don't look at me like I am a monster
Frown out your one face, but with the other
Stare like a junkie into the TV
Stare like a zombie while the mother holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying, "Why, oh why?"
'Cause I need to watch things die
From a distance
Vicariously, I live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie
Well that's what Alan Moore tries to do, because he grew up in a working class town so he would know. Though it would have been different back then and also he went to a grammar school which they later got rid of so that would have been weird for him for class based reasons.
He later passed his 11-plus exam and was, therefore, eligible to go to Northampton Grammar School,[12] where he first came into contact with people who were middle class and better educated, and he was shocked at how he went from being one of the top pupils at his primary school to one of the lowest in the class at secondary. Subsequently, disliking school and having "no interest in academic study", he believed that there was a "covert curriculum" being taught that was designed to indoctrinate children with "punctuality, obedience and the acceptance of monotony".[2]: 17–18
LOLIn the late 1960s, Moore began publishing his poetry and essays in fanzines, eventually setting up his fanzine, Embryo.[13] Through Embryo, Moore became involved in a group known as the Northampton Arts Lab. The Arts Lab subsequently made significant contributions to the magazine.[2]: 33–34 He began dealing the hallucinogenic LSD at school, being expelled for doing so in 1970 - he later described himself as "one of the world's most inept LSD dealers".[14] The headmaster of the school subsequently "got in touch with various other academic establishments that I'd applied to and told them not to accept me because I was a danger to the moral well-being of the rest of the students there, which was possibly true."[2]: 18
Pretty sure I read this before but that's funny.
Is this part of why people hate TOOL fans?I disagree with a lot of the lyrics in "Vicarious".
Probably a top 10 tool song for me, but some parts of the lyrics do irk me, particularly that of verse 3.
It suggests an either/or as the line goes "your desire to believe in angels in the heart of men", that, you either submit to your most primal instincts or stay a na?ve fool. I would propose a different angle on it, in that we can understand our primal instincts and use that to justify building a just society. One where there won't have to be videos and images of mothers holding their dead children half across the world.
"The universe is hostile, so impersonal, devour to survive, so it is, so it's always been"
This line is probably the one I disagree with the most. Up until that point, I would read most of the lyrics as some kind of self reflective frustrated meandering. Or even better, a suggestion to self-reflect on it as it raises the question "why can't we just admit it" (though, I will say, admitting something like that seems a waste of time to me and it would serve nothing) - but with this particular line it seems to me to justify various inhumane deeds throughout history just because "that's how it has always been", and that is an appeal to nature thing, and it's borderline fascist.
Perhaps it's the way Maynard emotes in the song but you could also just take it like this if you wanted:
"We are cursed with what we are doing here."
"The harmony of overwhelming and collective murder"
Herzog has got to be one of the most unintentionally funny people on earthYeah doubt it is.i don't think it's entirely unintentional
I hope on some level they understand the importance of what they do, not for others but for themselves.Also the irony of a band that write a bunch of songs about psychedelic drugs singing "pull your [BEEP] on out your hippie haze", but that's just comedic to me lol
Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos, your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I build my own world to escape