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Set of 8 Roman Skirmishers based on the Polybian (second century BC) military model.
Roman velites were lightly armoured skirmishers deployed at the front line of the army to soften up the enemy with their short javelins. Being drawn from poorer classes, their equipment consisted of little more than a distinctive wolf skin head dress and small wooden buckler. After releasing their volley of javelins, the velites would retreat behind the more heavily armoured hastati and principes. Though they weren’t expected to do the heavy fighting, their maneuverability made them a decisive force against Hannibal’s war elephants during the Second Punic War.
Each figure stands 1 11/16″ or 43mm.
The Super Long Questionnaire!
(by my babydoll jemmifire)
Real Name: James Phoenix (seriously.)
Nickname: Marky Mark.
How'd you get that nickname?: People tell me I look like Mark Whalberg.
Birthday: 6/8
Age: 23
Height: 5'8''
Natural hair color: Medium chestnut with the odd light streak.
Current hair color: Black.
Hair length: Long.
Hair texture: Very straight.
What would you change about your hair: I wish it was wavier.
Eye color: Grey-Blue.
Wear glasses or contacts?: Sometimes I do. I need to. I can see well enough to avoid collisions with things. My glasses are from zenni optical. 8 dollars only, and they're real prescription glasses. Check it out! It's just another adaptation to the modern computer junkie age...just like autism. Yes, it's a fact that people in primitive societies have superior vision. The future man is a blind austistic with a curved spine. How ironic!
your hometown: Phoenix, AZ.
Where you live now: Rhode Island.
Where do you want to live?: California or New York.
What's your living situation?: I live with my girlfriend Jemmifire.
Any Siblings?: 5 or 6. Some are half sisters. I don't keep track.
Their names and ages?: ...
Moms name and age?: Elisabeth, 40 ?
Dads name and age?: 77 ?
Shoe size?: I think 9.
Favorite kind of shoes to wear?: Ben Sherman, Converse, Dr.Martens.
Favorite brand name of clothes/shoes/bags?:I like Ben Sherman and Converse. Otherwise I'm not a brand whore.
Wear make up?: I do when I have time.
Fav kind? ...
Fav kind of perfume/cologne? I like a minty/manly scent. Jemmypie wears Britney Spears and it smells good.
Fav scent?: vanilla.
Fav time of day?: 4:00pm
Whats your bed time?: 2am tonight (it IS a long survey).
What time do you wake up in the morning?: 6:00am, then I roll over and sleep 3 more hours.
What are you doing right before bed?: Sex.
Do you like the music or tv on while you sleep?: See below.
Do you like to sleep in complete darkness?: Complete silence and darkness. I like to hear myself think...like an isolation chamber.
How many pillows do you sleep with?: There are like 8 pillows on our bed.
Are you scared to sleep alone?: No.
What size is your bed?: Queen
What color sheets do you have on your bed?: Turquoise. Everything in blue!
Wheres your fav place to eat?: TGI.
What's our fav dish to order there?: What she said.
What's your fav thing to cook at home?: Ramen Noodles. This is the undisputed best overall food ever created when you figure the cost/taste/prep ratio.
Can you cook well?: No.
Can you bake well?: No.
Whats your fav thing to bake?: Pop Tarts.
What's your favorite baked good?: Ice Cream Cake.
Fav candy?: Reese's Big Cups, Snickers.
Do you watch Martha stewart?: Sometimes I do. I can't believe she had the nerve to continuously interrupt president Clinton. Unbelievable! The nerve of that woman.
Do you watch any cooking shows?: Sometimes I do! : )
What's your favorite tv show?: Right now, the OC. I don't have time to follow shows, so if I do end up watching television it's history channel, discovery, or trash tv, aka, "reality" tv.
What's your favorite character from that show?: The man.
Why?: Because we like you.
Any other shows you love?: No.
Is American Idol rigged?: Yes.
Are reality shows scripted?: Yes.
What's your favorite movie?: Hedwig and the angry inch
List your other top fav movies: Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Donny Darko, Edward Scissorhands, Goodfellas, Casino, One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Pan's Labyrinth, Labyrinth, Mulholland Drive, The Doors, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Freddy Got Fingered, The Seventh Seal, Begotten, Gladiator, Braveheart.
Favorite band?: Smashing Pumpkins.
Favorite song?: Cherub Rock.
Who got you into that band?: Nobody.
What's your guilty pleasure?: Reese's big cups.
Chocolate or Vanilla?: Vanilla.
Coke of Pepsi?: Coke for sure.
Coffee or tea?: Coffee.
How do you like your coffee?: Hot, vanilla.
How do you like your steak cooked?: Medium rare.
Favorite pizza topping?: Sausage.
Favorite place to order pizza from?: Pizza Hut, meat lovers.
What do you dip your chicken in?: Honey, honey-mustard, sweet and sour.
What do you order from Mcdonalds?: Double cheeseburger, big n' tasty.
What do you order from Burger king?: Rodeo burger.
What do you order from Wendys?: Triple cheeseburger.
What do you order from Taco bell?: Supreme chalupa, grilled stuffed burrito, steak quesadilla.
Still watch cartoons?: No, I don't watch television much. My babydoll turned me on to the OC though.
Which ones?: Yeah.
Favorite shows from when you were a kid?: Power Rangers (eek), X-Files, Star Trek:TNG, Deep Space Nine, Ghostbusters, Muppet Babies, Fraggle Rock, Beetlejuice (cartoon), Wonder Years, Saved by the Bell.
Favorite fashion item from when you were a kid?: I miss carrying a backpack around.
Favorite toy from when you were a kid?: Video games dominated everything.
How was your high school experience?: It was really fun. Everyone was awkward. People were still trying to find themselves, and their places in the world.
Did you graduate?: No.
How were your grades?: On the Iowa Test I scored 96th percentile, and so I attended classes at the gifted magnet program, held at Martin Luther King School in Phoenix, Arizona. Freshman year of high school I was A's and B's, and after that I didn't attend class half the time. I didn't make it past middle junior year of high school. I was suspended for beating my former friend to a pulp. There was a lot of chaos going on in my home at the time. The future was uncertain so I couldn't care about school, or anything that involved the long term.
Favorite subject: Philosophy.
Favorite teacher: My art teacher, Ms. O'Houlichan.
Least favorite subject: School.
Least favorite teacher: I'd have to think about it.
Did you attend college?: Yes, when I wasn't sleeping in and skipping class.
Did you graduate?: No.
Do you want kinds?: Kinds?
How many?: How many do I want? I want either 0 or 10.
Do you have kids?: No.
How many?: ...
How old? And what's their names?: ?
Future kids names?: I'd have to think about it.
Do you want to get married?: Not at this time.
Describe your dream wedding: I'd have to think about it.
Describe your dream home: I'd do an overall art deco house with a few theme rooms: mod, tiki.
Do you believe in soul mates?: I believe that, in a world with so many people, there is someone perfectly compatible for you. If you defy the odds and actually find this person you are very lucky indeed. : )
Do you believe in love at 1st sight?: No. I believe in lust at first sight. Sometimes it just so happens that the person you lust after turns out to be the right person for you.
Do you believe in ghosts?: Sometimes.
Do you believe in aliens? Definitely. I believe in infinity.
What's your thoughts on UFO sightings?: I'm really interested in them. I hope to see one.
What makes crop circles?: I think they're probably hoaxes.
What bores you to death? Family gatherings.
What's your favorite past times?: Reading, sex, games, and writing.
Do you smoke?: No. It smells and it's expensive.
Why?: Because we like you.
Do you drink?: Yes.
Fav drink?: Coke.
How often do you drink?: Twice a month.
Are you addicted to anything? No.
Videogames..? CIV III editor, Knights of Honor, Tropico.
What brand shampoo do you use?: See below.
What brands of hair products do you use?: Whatever my girlfriend buys.
Have you "gone green?": I think going green is kind of useless. As individuals, we have little power against the exploding underclass of poor immigrants, littering without giving it a second thought. These people have more pressing concerns than separating their rubbish or buying fuel efficient vehicles. Real change will come with revolutions in technology, not individuals saving paper plates. These innovations must be cheap and available to everyone, not just the rich. It's communism through capitalism baby.
How would you describe your style?: Garage rocker casual, mod, goth (so I'm told), minimalist, hobo, prep, etc... I go through phases.
How did your parents discpline you? Spankings often, mental abuse sometimes, beltings rarely.
How do you discpline your kids (or how will you if you don't have any?) My kids would respect me so that I'd rarely have to resort to harsh punishment. Respect is earned through treating others fairly, protecting the defenseless, rewarding good behavior, and punishing the bad.
Do you think a slap on the hand is bad?: No.
What's your thoughts on the death sentence?: It's easier than torture.
What's your thoughts on making abortions illegal?: Abortions for some, polygamy for others.
Support or against gay marriages?: I'm against all institutionalised marriage. The government shouldn't be involved in it. Why gay people want to be part of something that essentially hates them is beyond me. Marriage is a religious ceremony at it's core. It's based on the preservation of traditions. When we cherry pick tradition we make a mockery of it. It looses it's meaning.
Are you pro-choice or pro-life?: I would sterilise American citizens with IQs below 100. This would make our average intelligence much higher than the rest of the world, and consequently, it would raise our efficiency. However, we would create ways to test for different types of intelligence. Creativity is the most underestimated type of intelligence. Most of the great inventors were tinkers that experimented with all sorts of ideas floating in their heads. They could apply their intelligence to something useful. This is the sort of mind that invented flying machines (Wright Brothers), split atoms for the first time (Earnest Rutherford), built submarines (Cornelius Drebbel), combustion engines (Benz, Otto), computers (Konrad Zuse), cars (Nicolas Cugnot), and sent men to the moon. This is Davinci.
Performing math problems without being able to apply them toward something useful is not the sort of intelligence I would cultivate. Thus, we would devise test that search for creative, artistic minds, along with traditional intelligence. Also, these test wouldn't be based on any tendency to habitual criminal activity, only intelligence and creativity. You have to consider that, with intelligent criminals, there might be a method to their madness. If you want to get on the bad side of the establishment, you only need to take of advantage of laws pertaining to social mores, passed grudgingly, and recently. Remember that, all great revolutionaries that ultimately created change for the better were considered criminals or usurpers at one time; and all great things first wear dark and mysterious mask.
Intelligent people are able to comprehend, reproduce, and improve upon an original idea; genius creates the original idea.
Who are you voting for 08'?: If who you vote for is predicated on whether or not they will pull forces from Iraq, well...it doesn't matter. No candidate will leave Iraq. I suspect we will be there for a long time. It would be an insane move on the future president's part to leave after we already invested all those lives and resources to secure billions of dollars in oil, thus preventing China from taking it. It comes down to social policy. Hillary is a phony appeaser, Barack is not electable, McCain is not a conservative, and Ron Paul wants to privatise the mail service ffs... I'm not voting this time.
What's your thoughts on hookers?: They're lazy.
What's your thoughts on double standards in relationships?: Double standards exist because men and women fulfill different roles in society. There's a biological basis for these things.
Should men go to work, and women stay home and cook, clean and take care of the kids?:
I feel like that's the natural way things usually fall into place. That is, if the man IS a man, and fulfills his duties as a man. As long as you have a good size cock, keep her cumming, make her feel safe, and take care of her she'll have no problem doing these things for you. The only other way she will is through fear, and that's not a healthy situation.
If a girl sleeps with 13 people in her life does that make her a slut?: Probably.
If a guy sleeps with 13 people in his life does that make him a man-whore?: A guy that sleeps with a lot of girls is a stud.
Hows your sex life?: Great.
Are you loud during sex?: I'm Tarzan.
Favorite position?: I cum quickly with doggy.
How long does your typical sex session last?: I'd say 20 - 40 minutes. Sometimes 10 minutes, sometimes more than an hour. It varies.
How long would you like it to last?: Until we cum.
Would you consider yourself kinky?: Not especially. I like anal from time to time. I don't need a bunch of kinks to get off. I suspect that people that do aren't good in bed.
Why?: Because I like you.
What's something you WON'T do sexually?: I'm not into food, scat, vomit...
Do you know for a fact your partner is satisfied?: Yes, she cums multiple times per session. *laughs* Sometimes she cums in 5 minutes.
Are you 100% satisfied?: Yes.
How many times a week do you have sex?: On days I'm not busy, usually three times. I'd say 12 times a week.
Do you role play?: AD&D? Sure! : ) Jk, I've roleplayed some scenarios with my GF I won't mention here. She has roles she plays...French maid, cat, bunny, etc... I sound like a furry.
Do you own any sex toys?: I'm a man. My only sex toy is my hand, though I don't need it.
Do you enjoy a lot of foreplay?: Sometimes I do; other times I just want to get down to business.
Do you like to make out?: I do.
Do you like to cuddle after sex?: Absolutely. It's comforting holding the one you love and vice-versa.
Do you make love?: It starts that way *laughs*
Do you dirty talk?: Yes.
Do you practice safe sex?: No.
Lights on or off during sex?: I like to see your face baby. ; )
Do you give Oral?: Rarely. I can hit the spot so it's not something I need to do often *laughs*
If you had to rate your sex life 1-10 what would it be?: 10.
Who is your best friend?: Jemmifire.
Who do you talk to on the phone the most?: Jemmifire.
What's your cell phones ringtone?: See below.
Who do you talk to online the most?: I don't.
What websites do you visit most?: Misplace.
How much time do you spend online daily?: Probably a couple hours.
What's the worst injury you've had?: I've had a concussion, minor fractures...nothing too serious.
How did it happen?: Huh?
Have you ever broke someones heart? Yes.
Has your heart ever been broken?: I don't think so. In the past I've cried over losing people, but looking back it's laughable. I wasn't really in love. It made me a stronger person.
What do you think about flirting with other people if you're in a relationship?: It's a no-no.
What is some relationship deal breakers that would make you pack your bags and go?: Personality changes, and, the obvious no-nos.
What attracts you to someone?: Chemistry.
Does looks matter?: Physical attraction is usually the first thing that brings us together.
1st thing you notice in someone you're attracted too?: Voice.
Turn ons?: Feminine body, large, doe-eyes, round heads, round butt.
Turn offs?: In the opposite sex: Masculine dress, postures, and hobbies.
Top pet peeves: People that aren't consistent with their own morality, in other words, hypocrites.
Do you collect anything?: I recently started collecting Bicycle brand playing cards and lego minifigure heads.
Have any pets?: I don't. It's a responsibility I don't want. It's another anchor.
How many tvs in your house?: 2.
How many phones in your house?: 3.
What color is your bedroom?: Shiny turquoise/blue/metallic. Everything in the room is the same colour.
What's your worst fears?: Stagnation, failure in my endeavors.
Are you a forgiving person?: Sometimes things will pop up in my head that make me mad. It can be something drudged up from a very long time ago. It can be something simple that just stuck with me in my subconscious, waiting to emerge and make itself heard. I'll create reasons to be angry.
Do you get along with your parents?: Now that I don't talk to them at all yes : )
If someone has something in their teeth do you tell them?: I'll pull them aside and do it.
If someone has bad breath what do you do?: I move away.
If someone smells bad what do you do?: It depends on who it is. I'm polite, usually.
what makes no sense to you?: How we lie to ourselves.
Do you get easily confused?: I can't understand anything people tell me. I'm in my head all the time.
Favorite quote?: "A true friend gives you the freedom to be yourself." - Jim Morrison.
Sunset or sunrise?: Both evoke different feelings. Sunrises are invigorating. Those rays of light stimulating the pineal charge you with energy and force the question, "what is in store for me today?" Sunsets are the opposite...Sunsets educe something more ominous; a portent our last days on Earth..darkness...the end of things...When I lived in the desert I would sit barefoot on the ground and watch the sun go down every night.
Do you like romance?: Yes. I'm a romantic. Without romance, there is no movement.
Is romance dead?: Romance in the Rousseau since is alive and well. There is a tendency now to deify very flawed people.
What is the most romantic thing to happen to you?: My girlfriend does romantic things all the time. She's very cute like that. She makes little personalised arts and crafts that I really appreciate. She puts her heart in it.
Do you like surprises?: Who doesn't like a good surprise?
Are you patient?: Not at all. I've destroyed 700 dollar items because of minor malfunctions. Then again, as long as I'm alive, I'll be able to generate money. I consider it an inexhaustible resource; and my hobbies generally aren't expensive anyway.
Any tattoos? See below. I don't want to acquire symbols that might bind me to a particular thought in a particular time. Less context means it's easier to disassociate yourself from the physical world, and become that much closer to the divine ground.
Piercings?: No. I don't want to create "context" for myself. It's against my credo.
Where?: ?
What's the dumbest thing you've ever done?: No major blunders come to mind.
I've wasted lots of money on hobbies that didn't hold my interest long.
What's the funniest thing thats ever happened to you?: I don't know. Often, I'll spontaneously laugh at segments of Simpsons episodes from 3 years ago. People think I'm nuts; maybe I am.
Describe yourself in 5 words: righteous, eccentric, introspective, bold, mercurial.
How would your friends describe you?: Funny, serious, wild...It depends on what circle of friends we're talking about. I compartmentalise my life; I have friends to fulfill different aspects of my personality.
Were you popular in School?: Not in the traditional sense. Almost everyone always knew who I was though. I had a passing familiarity with every group. I kind of floated around and did my thing. I'm a gypo.
Have you ever lost someone close to you? Yes. I lost my family. They didn't die, but they don't hold a place in my heart anymore, save my father.
What's your thoughts on suicide?: I'm fascinated by people that take such radical action. Obviously these are emotionally complex people, and therefore, INTERESTING!
Suicide is the artist death...very dramatic.
Have you ever tried to commit suicide?: I've considered it before. I read a quote from, gasp, Marilyn Manson (I thought about omitting the author of the quote, because, ffs, who wants to admit they listen to Manson.. lulls.) that said, and I'm paraphrasing, "I wouldn't commit suicide because that would give the people that hate me satisfaction." So yes, I'm here for a good while finish my business on Earth, and remain as a thorn in the side of haters. Also, I'm curious about the world. I'm always trying to increase my understanding of the whole, or as Huxley says, "achieving unity with the divine ground" which can be consider a form of suicide, or, at least, self-negation.
Do you pick your nose?: I can't resist.
What do you do if you have a wedgie?: Adjust it ; )
Do you use public bathrooms?: When I was younger, never; however, since popping that cherry, I do it all time. I camp out.
Do you doodle your crushs name on stuff?: Yes.
Do you love or hate Spongebob? I think it's a really entertaining show.
Which Golden Girl are you most like?: Sophia.
Do you secretly listen to pop music?: Oh yes. Pop as great as long as it's not in denial about what it is. I guess I like 'candid' pop.
Do you pee in the shower?: I consider it my duty.
How much money is in your wallet right now?: 0.00 USD
If you knew you would not get caught, would you kill someone you hate?: Holding that knowledge alone, would, perhaps, be satisfaction enough. That's Godlike don't you think? What more do you need. ; )
What's your life goals?: Make music, act, continue studying British history, European ethnogenisis, philosophy, and Karate. Learn a second language, fluently. Write some books...approaching my maximum potential. Fulfillment in all aspects of life: love, goals, family. I'm trying to be a renaissance man; I haven't really discovered one passion that trumps everything else. I'm a bard really.
What do you want to do before you die?: Put my best effort toward reaching my goals. Looking back and feeling satisfied. Leaving my mark on the world is important, despite my cosmicism.
Do you have any weird habbits?: I chew my cuticles; I wash my hands before AND after urinating. : /
Favorite book?: On The Road by Jack Kerouac. It caused me to question the way I was living and the path I was going down.
Would you rather read, or watch the movie?: I'd rather read. But I'm not one of those people that condescendingly says, "the book was better." It's a different experience. I just like the quite solitude of reading. It's relaxing.
Laptop or PC?: Laptop definitely. I love my Mac. It's all I need material-wise.
Do you snore?: I hope not. : (
Have you ever fallen alseep while driving?: I can't.
Have you ever pee'd yourself after childhood? Many times : (
Do you like what you see in the mirror?: Absolutely. I look good.
If Surgery didn't hurt, and was covered by insurance, would you get work done?: Nose.
Have you ever cheated on tests? Oh yes.
Copied someones homework?: Not usually. I would feel weird about it.
Do you trust people easily?: No. I end up thinking everyone is out to get me.
Do you have any regrets?: No obvious regrets. I'd have to think about it.
What do you think of the Jonas Brothers?: Catchy, cute, etc. Virgins? I don't know.
Do you think they're actually Virgins?: Who? Is anyone anymore?
Are you craving anything right now?: Knowledge!
Have you ever been in a fist fight?: I've been in about 13. Since 16 I've only been in 4.
Are you sick of this super long survey? Not yet; I just started!
Are you glad you're done? I just started actually. Must be a lefty thing.
"He carried himself like a soldier and sat a horse like the perfect Virginia gentleman. It was the look and bearing of a man accustomed to respect and to being obeyed. He was not austere. There was no hint of arrogance. Amiable and modest were words frequently used to describe him, and there was a softness in his eyes that people remembered. Yet he had a certain distance in manner that set him off from, or above, others."
"Be easy...but not too familiar." he advised.
The fan sees in their idols the qualities they wish they possessed. The fan is living vicariously through their idols. The attraction of the powerless to the powerful...
The idol says and does the things the fans wish they had the guts to say. In this way, at least for a short time, the weak becomes strong, the accused becomes the accuser, the abuser, ect...
A less obvious example of hero worship is pornography... The male actor is fucking the female, and the viewer is enjoying this immensely. Another example is a young black boy in the ghetto listening to his idol rap about revolution, hoes, money, etc... This appeals to him because they are both black and from the ghetto. For a short time he becomes empowered through this music. Someone is speaking for him.
The risk taker(Dionysian personality) must motivate the crowd; for if he wasn't a risk taker, a Dionysus, he would be just another face in the crowd... a part of the mass. The mass crowd seeks comfort and security, the sense of one, communion, etc... Elias Canetti called this feeling of equality the "discharge." At the moment of discharge they are all one and everyone outside their circle is an outsider... the accused. Their great numbers combined with the fact that they are all sharing in the same experience is very empowering. As individuals they were weak, united under the rally of the Dionysus, they are a powerful force of people. The Dionysian must reinforce these feelings of security, unity, and well-being in order to maintain control of the tempestuous crowd.
The dichotomy of the Dionysian/Apollonian personality types are rarely manifest in an individual at equal levels. In man, generally, there is a dominant personality (usually Apollonian), and a subordinate personality (usually Dionysian). The subordinate Dionysian personality will always attempt to break free from the iron grip of the logical Apollonian personality, but rarely is it strong enough to do so. Thus, one more role of the Dionysian dominant personality type is to "wet the beak of the masses." In other words, behave in ways that appeal to the subordinated aspects of the masses Dionysian personality.
It is, a perpetual struggle.
The will to power held back from manifesting by silly artificial neurosis that don't exist in reality.
For a short amount of time, the Dionysus, and only the Dionysus, can unite these subordinated parts as a powerful collective. During this time, something amazing happens; Apollo is subdued, the merry band of Dionysian revelers celebrates their temporary victory over the powers of social conditioning. The victory is bittersweet; they know their time is limited. Inevitably, Dionysus will be subdued by the powers that be, and the merry revelers will be relegated to their former subordinate status; unable to maintain their victorious state without a strong leader to stir the hidden rebel within. This concept of the Dionysian/Apollonian duality, created by Nietschze, preceded Freud's concept of "remoteness", and predicted the rock concert.
"A hero is someone who rebels or seems to rebel against the facts of existence and seems to conquer them. Obviously that can only work at moments. It can't be a lasting thing. That's not saying that people shouldn't keep trying to rebel against the facts of existence. Someday, who knows, we might conquer death, disease and war." - Jim Morrison
Impulse vs. rational thought, breeding,
and the manipulation of these seemingly conflicting aspects of the self to serve the self.
I don't believe in helping people that can't help themselves...
I can't waste my time preserving something that will revert to waste...
just as we can't put our money in worthless stocks...
If will (or impulse) is the urge that tells us what we most desire, then conscious thought leads us to what society (the masses) thinks is best for us... It's acting on the heart's desire vs. following the herd... The latter outlook is certainly safer... but acting from the heart will certainly produce the more interesting outcome... good or bad...
Both impulse and conscious thought are important or we wouldn't feel both way...
We think and so we do... Really they are different methods of achieving the same thing... happiness... The man that relies more upon conscious thought is content without taking foolish risk... He plots out the most logical course to reach his goal... The impulsive man lets his whims carry him through life... He wants extreme highs at the risk of experiencing extreme lows... This isn't always the greatest path since prisons are filled with reckless impulsive types... This also doesn't necessarily make for a great leader among men unless you want an unstable one... Leaders may rise through the ranks of the heard... they may be very ordinary men...
But you can't speak in terms of "definiteness"... when given the chance you must always be critical... The best answer is to recognise the difference between impulse and conscious thought... and learn how to control them to suite your purpose... Recognise when it's logical to act on your impulse... for not every impulse should be acted upon... You will for pleasure... not suffering... and so you act on impulse when the good outcome is worth the risk to you... There is no will for power here... it will for pleasure...
When you learn how to use conscious thought to keep bad impulses in check... your chance for success and happiness is greatly increased... We must next learn exactly how to accomplish this...
Impulsive feelings should be thought of as notifications to step back and evaluate a risky situation... How do we master the dual aspects... conscious thought and will...
Conscious thought must be used as a tool to regulate impulses... Impulse may be the temporary diarrhea of the will... the short term aspirations of the will... Figure out what your will is... search your soul and find out what drives you... A key thing to remember is... Your driving force is what you could do if there were absolutely no restrictions placed upon yourself by culture, religion, law, etc...
Most search themselves and find that they will for immortality and moral hedonism...
In a sense we are immortal through our children... Man is a selfish and egotistical animal... Our selfishness and egoism is evident in the favoritism we show our children... Our children carry our genetics... our likeness... we see them as a continuation of ourselves...
For further proof... one need only look at history at the history of Europe... The Hundred Years War was a blood feud... a property dispute between the same bloodlines... Royalty is hereditary... In this sense... the same people have ruled the world for centuries...
Another example of this love for ourselves... this egoism... is the fact that most people would give their lives to save their children... but they would not do the same for their friends... or even their wives in most cases... Indeed... people live out their fantasies through their children... The father obsesses over his son's football gime... excellence in sports... academia... ect...
Consequently... there is a will to improve one's bloodline through up-breeding... herein lies the basis for many relationships... More remote types are attracted to the physical type that represents possible improvement of their bloodline... another example of egoism and self love at work...
Diane (Naomi Watts) is a naive struggling actress that flies out from her small hometown in Canada to make it as a big star in Los Angeles. After arriving her dreams of making it big come crashing down. While she struggles to get roles, her lesbian girlfriend Camilla gets the parts she wanted by sleeping with the casting directors. Losing her lover to the casting director, and losing out on parts is too much for her to bear. Jealousy consumes her; she hires a hitman...
The hitman kills her lover real life lover, and gives her a blue key signifying completion of the act. This sends her in to further mental turmoil; Diane is driven insane by the the realisation that she caused her lover's death. She is driven so mad that she creates a phantasy world inside her head that reconciles all her real life problems with love and jealousy.
In her phantasy world, Diane becomes the successful starlet she always wanted to be. Diane, becomes Rita. Betty, whom looks like Diane, represents the idealized version of Camilla. Rita's lover looks like Diane because it's symbolic of Diane's real world egoism. Now, all is set right. She's the important actress, and it's Betty that's riding her coattails. However, throughout the phantasy, the deeply suppressed reality of the horror she created in real life constantly makes subtle appearances - usually in the form of the blue key.
Notice, throughout, Rita holds the oddly shaped phantasy version of the blue key, and Diane discovers, to her horror, in the theatre, that she holds the blue box. Also, it is discovered in the theatre that "everything is an illusion." This is Diane's subconscious rising to the surface once again to crush her fantasy world. At this point, in the theatre, Betty pulls the blue box from her purse as they both cry. Rita's key enters Betty's box, signifying her return to the horrible reality she created once again. The blue box represents Diane's psyche. Since both Betty and Rita are creations of Diane's mind, they are both aspects of herself, and she can only return to reality by joining these split avatars of her phantasy world.
The side story about hitmen hired by some producers to kill Rita, is Diane's mind protecting herself from the reality that she actually had her girlfriend Camilla killed.
Now, once again, facing reality, Diane sees herself as she truly is:
A dirty, desperate, drug-addicted killer, with no foreseeable future as an actress.
Confronted with this horrible reality, and visions of her parents whom expected so much of her, Diane commits suicide.
Now there's one more thing:
The movie closes at the end with the bum holding the blue box containing Diane's visions. The bum is shown one other time; at the beginning of the movie, as part of the man in the diners dream. Who is the bum? Why is the man in the diner dreaming of him? I couldn't figure it out, but my loverbabydoll figured it out:
You see, only the bum, Diane, and Diane's split personality Betty (Camilla) ever carried the blue box. They must all represent the same person (Diane.) But Diane killed herself right? Well the bum represents Diane's possible future had she lived and continued down the path she was on. Throughout the movie, Diane was becoming progressively scummier. Her final state, is that of a homeless, dirty, druggy, hobo.
Now, assuming what Jem says is true, and I believe it is, that the bum is Diane... Well, this opens up more possibilities. Now I firmly believe the part of the movie showing Diane facing visions of her parents and killing herself happened at the exact same moment as the bum(Diane) setting down the blue cube. I will explain my reasoning:
Both the bum and Diane held the blue cube, but the blue cube only appears in Diane's phantasy, not the so-called real world. Thus, the bum scene represents yet another phantasy of Diane. Also, the deranged parents were walking out of the cube, crazed and zombie-like, just as they did before Diane killed herself. You see, this last part of the movie is out of chronological order. Though we were seeing Diane in her room before she killed herself, Diane was seeing herself as the homeless dirty bum. Unable to face this reality, and the shame she would bring her parents, she shoots herself dead.
Why was the man in the diner able to see Diane's phantasy of herself as a homeless bum? For the answer to that we must revisit the theatre in which an important revelation was made: Everything is an illusion! "No hay banda." This is the ultimate message of the movie. Realities underly more and more realities. The characters Rita and Betty were creations of one deranged woman's phantasy. In turn, Diane, was the creation of one deranged man's phantasy. The message of the movie is INFINITY. We can never know the true nature of reality. It is beyond our comprehension. There may be infinite realities within realities. What is reality? Reality is perspective. Reality is limited by our modes of perception. It's beyond us.
Mulholland drive represents infinity, and our limited ability to perceive the true nature of reality.
~James Phoenix
If Ellen was a man she'd be metro.
These kids roamed looking for action
I'm thinking back to another time, when,
learning bout yourself involved losing ya mind
We're looking for an excuse, come on!
Someone to abuse now!
I got a hair trigger
The brain is shrunken
The head is swollen
Shoot, load, repeat; I got a hair trigger
Shoot, load, repeat; bang bang you're dead
Let's set it off now!
Let's ride the wave!
Let's look for inspiration
In altered states
We were searching for some kind of escape
I bought all the records, listened to the tapes
I can't get a reaction with words
If I flap my arms can I hang with the birds?
Love you very much, hope to see you again
Talk to you later, when I need your defense.
We're looking for an excuse, come on!
Someone to abuse now!
I got a hair trigger
The brain is shrunken
The head is swollen
Shoot, load, repeat; I got a hair trigger
Shoot, load, repeat; bang bang you're dead
Let's set it off now!
Let's ride the wave!
Let's look for inspiration
In altered states
We were walking giddy and a rollin wayward
I got my rifle and, I'm naked as a jaybird
They say we forge our own destinies
If you follow the path while you're down on your knees
We're looking for an excuse, come on!
Someone to abuse now!
I got a hair trigger
The brain is shrunken
The head is swollen
Shoot, load, repeat; I got a hair trigger
Shoot, load, repeat; bang bang you're dead
Let's set it off now!
Let's ride the wave!
Let's look for inspiration
In altered states
~James Phoenix
When I've flown away, and left it all behind.
And how can I care about tomorrow?
When I've lost myself in another place and time.
Aa na na na It's pure celebration
Enveloped by, the warm sensation
Like curling up inside your favorite blanket;
So soft and pure, and well protected...
Pure celebration
And you know...that all is well
And you feel...so damn good
And you don't care...about tomorrow
And you don't feel...like you should.
Take your sweet time
And let the voices be your guiding light
How can I worry, about what's down there?
When I've flown away, and left it all behind.
And how can I care about tomorrow?
When I've lost myself in another place and time.
Aa na na na It's pure celebration
Enveloped by, the warm sensation
Like curling up inside your favorite blanket;
So soft and pure, and well protected...
Pure celebration
And you know...that all is well
And you feel...so damn good
And you don't care...about tomorrow
And you don't feel...like you should.
Take your sweet time
And let the voices be your guiding light
~James Phoenix
Of all the flavours I enjoyed, I always dig the taste of you
And like you, this vice can always tempt me
Everytime I'm left, dreaming about you.
Once upon a time I met Jesus in my mind
I met mother, Mary, and the Buddha too
Now my bottle's gone empty, and I've nothing left to lose
Now I fear I'm stuck on you.
Oh come to me or say a prayer;
I really hope to meet you here;
skip the talk, exchange of pleasantries.
Let's make love in the grass, smoke some up, truth or dare;
staring at the sunlight, through the trees.
Oh now I fear, I've run out of ways to entertain you
Just listen to me, if you don't like the reasons,
Let's pretend, it's the day I first met you.
Alabaster hands press silk, embraced by sweet catomine
The gesture is not to be refused;
Submit myself as the accused.
Oh come to me or say a prayer;
I really hope to meet you here;
skip the talk, exchange of pleasantries.
Let's make love in the grass, smoke some up, truth or dare;
staring at the sunlight, through the trees.
~James Phoenix
My Darling, I've got to know you on the primitive level
I got to show you how to be evil.
Follow me into the darkest night love
Sing to me from twilight to starlight.
My darling, lying out there, with the soft eyes and
world without cares.
When I lead you to me, we have a hell of a time
You show me your thang and I eat you alive.
Come crawling, on all fours
Come on me, I'm all yours
Don't tease me, it ain't right
Do please me, all night!
My Darling, I've got to know you on the primitive level
I got to show you how to be evil.
Follow me into the darkest night love
Sing to me from twilight to starlight.
Come crawling baby
Come on me baby
Don't tease me
A do please me
I said a come crawling
Come on me
Come on me
Come on me
My darling, lying out there
with the soft eyes and
the secrets we shared
Come on over and spend the night
Open up so I can come inside
~James Phoenix
All I want is my one and only...
I wish our love didn't end this way.
Looking back I hope they'll understand...
my fallen angel...led astray.
Banished from your pride of place,
the day you dared to challenge them.
Forever young and broken, Seraphim.
We are your creators...the one's that gave you life.
All we want is your respect...and piece of mind!
Don't...leave us!
Don't...deceive us.
We found religion in the glitz and glam...
The neon lights and the flashy cars.
Casting cores to the darkened lawns...
the old cliches, and the sad, sad, songs.
Our pilgrimage to the holy land...
burned some bridges on the way.
Looking back I hope they'll understand...
We're only living for the day.
Banished from your pride of place,
the day you dared to challenge them.
Forever young and broken, Seraphim.
Every waking day is killing me...
All the sights and sounds are harsh and shrill...
Every time I talk they're billing me,
Every little thought is overkill.
All I want is my one and only...
I wish our love didn't end this way.
Looking back I hope they'll understand...
my fallen angel...led astray.
~James Phoenix
Close your eyes and drift along with me.
Think some happy thoughts before you dream.
Just keep on dreaming and you will find the way out.
Just keep on sleeping til tomorrow.
Close your eyes and drift along with me.
We live happy lives in our dreams.
We're content with who we are...
because we never really cared.
Living wide awake...and unaware.
Everyone is searching...for an easy way out.
Don't take a chance with tomorrow.
The living dead awaken, our deepest thoughts forsaken.
We spiral down, and wallow in the dark.
It seems as though, we're born, to play this part.
Close your eyes and drift along with me.
Waiting for the day to take a chance.
Dreaming of the day...when you can dance.
Just keep believing, and you will find the way out.
Just keep on praying for a friend.
Close your eyes and drift along with me.
Hope to meet your love along the way.
Hope I finally show you the way.
Just keep on dreaming and you will find the way out.
Just keep on sleeping til the end.
The living dead awaken, our deepest thoughts forsaken.
We spiral down, and wallow in the dark.
It seems as though, we're born, to play this part.
~James Phoenix
I cast aside that constant wrech...
and left that dreadful wraith behind.
I ignored everything they told me...
and walked the left-handed path.
A subtle kind of murder is committed every day.
I harness all my power to see a different way.
All the petty ritual, it all dies with me.
Until you know yourself, you're never truly free.
Now awake to the vision!
Black-hole skies.
Religion!
Death of innocence.
Now you and I...
Plant the seed in young and hopeful minds.
I dwelt in my own black-hole circle,
and drained you of your white bright light.
Now I cultivate my garden,
and secure my place in paradise.
Dare to peek behind the curtain...
seize the truth, embrace the burden.
Do it now, I need the piece of mind.
Bite the apple, and crave a little more.
Now awake to the vision!
Black-hole skies.
Religion!
Death of innocence.
Now you and I...
Plant the seed in young and hopeful minds.
And then I sleep...
And then I dream...
Now awake to the vision!
Black-hole skies.
Religion!
Death of innocence.
Now you and I...
Plant the seed in young and hopeful minds.
I dwelt in my own black-hole circle,
and drained you of your white bright light.
Now I cultivate my garden,
and secure my place in paradise.
~James Phoenix
Strike me out from your life, delete me from your head.
All these petty complications, forget what I just said.
Dreaming of a better you...
Dreaming of a new romance...
If I'd never said those things to you, I'd never have the chance.
Just don't...don't try to justify the lies.
Just don't...don't try to empathise.
Now you'll start to realise...that you're dead.
In my mind.
I can't pretend it's the day I first met you.
I can't pretend it's the day I first met you.
I can't pretend it's the day I first met you.
Strike me out from your life, delete me from your head.
All these petty complications, forget what I just said.
Dreaming of a better you...
Dreaming of a new romance...
If I'd never said those things to you, I'd never have the chance.
Just don't...don't try to justify the lies.
Just don't...don't try to empathise.
Now you'll start to realise...that you're dead.
In my mind.
I can't pretend it's the day I first met you.
I can't pretend it's the day I first met you.
I can't pretend it's the day I first met you.
~James Phoenix
Falling down past the moon...
I see vague faces, remote memories...
I struggle so hard to see you...
I'm reaching back, to the past again.
The restless angels from revolving worlds
Float so fast in their golden orbs.
Spiral down into the dark,
But don't drown...inside yourself.
Chorus:
Blink of an eye and you're gone.
The time we shared for so long.
It's all gone forever.
Why can't love last forever?
Because he never had the patience
He never cared about what we had..
God never had the patience...he never cared.
The glint of eyes splits the skies..
I break the hold and steal one last kiss.
I feel alive when I'm in your embrace.
Don't let me fall back down, to earth again.
The delicate dance of fates entwined,
crumbled down when stars aligned.
Live in this moment a thousand years.
But don't cry...don't shed a tear.
Chorus:
Blink of an eye and you're gone.
The time we shared for so long.
It's all gone forever.
Why can't love last forever?
Because he never had the patience
He never cared about what we had..
God never had the patience...he never cared.
~James Phoenix
I think our realities will merge with technological innovations.
The availability of information today is unprecedeneted. SERIOUSLY!
Thousands of years a go, a few scattered men were privy to most of the collective knowledge;
then libraries were built so the public could share in this "reality."
Today we have the internet;
as a result, a greater portion of reality is shared by all.
What's the next logical course?
Bypass the internet and put the knowledge directly in your brain...a sort of internet access 24/7.
I really believe this will happen. As a result, everyone will be working together as a sort of super computer.
The exchange of information will be instant. Religious dogma and outdated morality would conceivably die out as a result.
Progress in all areas of science would be tremendous; for the first time it would be easy to unify them.
It may not be a chip in the brain. We might just unlock unused parts of the brain, through genetic modification or other means.
But with knowledge synthesis comes depersonalisation.
The more we understand the whole, the less we think of the self.
The ego dies.
Certain sects of ascetic monks practice meditating until they reach such a state of depersonalisation, they can burn themselves alive.
If humanity follows this course, suicide, or in this case MASS suicide could be the eventual outcome.
It would be the "ultimate goal" of life. A "will to knowledge synthesis." A "will to power" is just the means of reaching this goal.
You could also call it a "will to death."
Life, as we know it, could go no further.
Oh joyous cock, what heavenly sight!
Will you shower me with your jizzum,
And visit my dreams when dusk turns to night?
Oh joyous cock, I lend you my ear for mastabatory soliloquy.
I part my cheeks for your shower of heavenly jissom;
and accept my reward, fettered, obsequiously.
Let me prance daintily on your cocks stretched long like piano keys.
With each step I bring melodious mirth,
and with every stumble I fall in your dick-cheese.
With furious furvor I tapdance an ominous overture on your cocks of steely might.
Peristaltic spasms fortell the violent crescendo;
explosive orgasms unleash fireballs in pools of sticky white.
I frollic and dance gayly, charging fiercly through your pussy-willows.
Sun gives way to dark;
I grab hold of clumps and form bleach-smelling pillows.
Ah morning! blessed morning!
Let me feel the crust of dried jizzum one last time.
Warm against my face, I let it fall through my hands like snowflakes,
and reflect on the moment.
Tiny screams of desperation, emanate with Lilliput elocution:
The crumpled remains of a condom...
"You didn't really love us, though you took us for a ride.
You carried us in your balls 5 days,
in 5 hours you'll be guilty of spermicide!"
~James Phoenix
