If you could be connected to a ‘hive mind’ in which all of your thoughts, desires and experiences were shared live with all the other hive mind members, would you do it?

There are three things that I think might happen in this senario.

Empathy. You would know and understand each others feelings perfectly, there would be no need for any other form of conversation because you would already know exactly how everyone else felt and could comfort them just by thinking about it.
You’d never have to chat anyone up again. You could literally see someone you wanted to bang, know they felt the same and go and do it. Everyone else would be experiencing it as well.
People who were unable to do things like skydiving would be able to metaphysically experience the sensation. The only missing aspect would be the physical sensation.

and so on.

Would you want to be part of that?

sorry its just i got cancer babies, racism and pigs in nets all in a row on my homepage

--Kilburn on why he trolled

well done books.

In a house of 5 men aged between 30 and 20

Someone called the electrician out because there was no money on the meter box.

Manliness Fail

I’m getting bored of this town. I’m fed up of being introverted. I never used to be. It’s the young populous of this town that made it happen. No one here really needs cheering up that much, there is no reason to worry about them over myself.

I used to know a guy, loud as hell, wearing orange, green and yellow checked jackets with a fresh boutonniere every time he passed a florist, He used to take egg sandwiches across town on a plate to my mates work places and feed them during their lunch breaks. I used to ride around in the back of a pickup truck drinking cider and screaming into the sky with him. He used to go camping on Exmoor in a clown costume just for the hell of it. He would pay your £2.00 bus fair just to see the look of shock on your face.

Given I was intensely stoned all the time when I did all that stuff, but it was a lot more fun than now. Then all these cynics started relentlessly analyzing everything that made me happy so they could turn it on me to please their own agendas. People talked shit about our cover band saying we sucked because we were a cover band and we couldn’t write our own songs… That wasn’t it, we just didn’t need to write our own songs. People danced regardless because it was fun and they prefer good music they know. We could have written songs, we were a fucking awesome band. Maybe it’s better that we broke up and 2 of us went on to become doctors and the rest get degrees though. So we stopped doing gigs and I joined the ranks of the cynics. Tried my hand at punk but realized, no, just no. Not many people play the happy toy dolls punk anymore. I would. Because sometimes it’s nice to go out for a night and not get preached at and not have to listen to shit club music either. Don’t get me wrong, I love preachy music, but when I pogo I’d like to pogo to nonsense.

I feel this blog is an outlet for all of the negative shit I used to ignore until critical cunts like the one I have become started chipping away at my happiness, because they were no longer happy. I hate what I have become.

All I want is a flat in Reading where I can make music and work and fuck my girlfriend and build stupid arduino toys and sing really loud without people hearing.

This is all going to happen and it’s going to be better than you can imagine. Not only because you’re a cynical asshole, because it’s going to be good as well.

Hit with a Hammer

One of the Neighbors just had 3 guys in balaclavas break into their house and smash one of them up with a hammer over the head.

The victim claimed they didn’t know who they were and think they have the wrong house *cough* Bullshit *cough*.

None the less, we are going to start taking precautionary measures.

Ducktape a machete to the back of the front door
Fill a vat of boiling water to the bathroom window that will tip out when someone rings the doorbell.
Tape rockets to our backs so we can shoot out through the roof if they come back
Construct a large hadron collider in each room that is rigged to hopefully create a black hole large enough to engulf the house.
Use Homers ‘Everything is OK alarm’

Never answer the front door or leave the house.
Take suicide pills now as a precautionary measure.

None of my ‘enemies’ would hit the wrong guy in the head with a hammer. I have more faith in you than that. Also I know that you’re all too smart to hit someone in the head with a hammer anyway because that’s a fucking stupid thing to do. I ignore stupid people, I don’t make enemies of them. Mainly because they will hit the guy who lives next to you in the head with a hammer and I don’t wish that upon anyone.

Some of the other guys are sketching out. They all need to calm the fuck down and realize people don’t get hit in the head for nothing and they defiantly don’t tell the police who hit them in the head or why they would do it, because if it’s serious, they’ll come back if you snitch.