Jul 5

Stop and wonder what you are doing with your life.

Think.

This could be it.

Any moment, your life could be over.

And then what?

The actions you make during your lifetime shall forever have happened, regardless of future regret.

And what about the actions you didn’t make?

The love you wish you had? It isn’t here now, what makes you think it will be later? Does it even exist?

Would there be any difference?

Your life list contains nothing more than hollow reasons to continue…

What really matters?

In the span of the universe, our lives are infinitesimally short.

We came from nothing, and we will become nothing once more. Shall we ever be again?

The only true meaning to anything is that which we assign.

Existence is futile.

The simple daily sensory perceptions that a living person experiences could be all the meaning one needs.

But the end is inescapable.

Only through desire for some meaningless thing does one find the motivation to strive for it.

But upon the realization that everything is meaningless, where does one find motivation?

Thus, meaning is subjective. Nothing is truth. What you perceive isn’t what others perceive, if others perceive at all.

The world is nothing but stimuli, which you can react to however you wish.

Knowing this, what will you do?

To embrace meaning through an irrational “Leap of Faith” involves purposely eluding yourself. Thus, philosophical suicide.

And inexistence is just as meaningless as existence, if not more so.

Why do we exist? Why does anything exist at all? Is there an answer?

With the end to another day, I am one day closer to my end.

Will I ever know?

Am I the only one who wonders?

I feel alone in the universe

Jun 3

 Each year in California, there is a supermassive rave called “ETD Pop” in Daly City at the Cow Palace put on by Skills DJ Workshop. The tickets to attend are outrageously expensive, but its a memorable night to never be forgotten.Famous DJ from around the world perform before thousands of captivated dancing masses. Intricate electronic musical progressions combine with overwhelming laser light shows to create an amazing experience. One year, the event managed to be so epic that it even blew out the local power grid. Peace Love Unity Respect are the underlying tenets of this rave culture which mainstream media demonizes. Its an amazing experience, a place where dreams can be both seen and heard. A vibe of completely absolute and utter euphoria  which club kids live for…and some even die for. 

Attendees often claim that the music is better sounding on drugs, and because of this general consensus  hundreds of undercover police officers infiltrate the event yearly, making dozens if not hundreds of drug arrests. This year, tainted pills hospitalized several individuals, and led to the death of one Anthony Mata. This is because current drug laws aren’t established to provide safety. They’re established to criminalize users. Clubgoers are very aware of the dangers of drugs, and yet continue to use them despite. This is because the true danger of ecstasy pills is that they are cut with all sorts of dangerous adulterant drugs apart from MDMA, like Methamphetamines and various designer substances. Rumor has it that the pills which killed and hospitalized contained rat poison. Honestly, alcohol and tobacco are far more dangerous than MDMA, yet they’re illegal. How fucking backwards is this society? In order to assure the safety of people, some groups have been established to test pills for adulterants. One such organization is called Dancesafe, and they supply testing kits. They walk a thin line with the law to provide this service, since it could be considered as providing paraphernelia. Thus, the government doesn’t agree with harm reduction. Its all out war on drugs, no sympathy

Officials are always trying to ban raves, and reduce ecstasy use. The RAVE Act (Reducing American’s Vulnerabiltiy to Ecstasy Act), or the similiar Illicit Drug Anti-Proliferation Act, which was passed as a rider secretly attached to the popular Amber Alert bill known as PROTECT in 2003, have made raves all the more illegal. As the law outlines, water bottles and glowsticks are paraphernelia. Club events can be shut down for the mere distribution of water bottles.Currently, officials are contemplating the banning of raves at the Cow Palace due to this whole incident. Is this really surprising? No. Is it really the answer? Is this going to prevent further incidents? I doubt it.

Within a month, another supermassive rave will occur in Los Angeles called the Electric Daisy Carnival. Club kids are stoked already, and unphased over the recent deaths. These things happen in the club scene, and they’ve grown to sort of expect it. Its unfortunate.

Will raves continue to go on? Of course they will. With massives reaping in $100′s per attendant, and with upwards of 40,000 attendants…thats a lot of money. Ever taken an economics class? Or worked a job? Money is what makes the world work. And since these raves make a lot of money, as do the drugs sold at them, people will continue to promote them. You get the picture?

In a perfect world, these events would be free.  People wouldn’t need to take pills to be happy, but people would respect the decision regardless.

 In the words of Alexander Shulgin,

 ”I, as a responsible adult human being,
will never concede the power to anyone to regulate my choice of what I put into
my body, or where I go with my mind. From the skin inwards is my jurisdiction,
is it not? I choose what may or may not cross that border. Here I am the Customs
Agent. I am the Coast guard. I am the sole legal and spiritual government of this
territory, and only the laws I choose to enact within myself are applicable”

Pills wouldn’t be cut with rat poison. And Police wouldn’t need to exist.

But thats not the world we live in. Are you surprised?

Jan 6

Enough to break the ice.

The name’s Chauncey, and I’m God of this realm.

I will be sharing my thoughts via writing, photography, video, or any other medium  which I choose.

Feel free to comment and participate. I’d love to hear what you’re thinking.

My posts may be filled with satire, blatant sarcasm, or serious business. You be the judge.

I will be discussing real world issues and events, as well as whatever my mind can conjure.

I may bring up some controversial topics, just for kicks. (trolling for hatemail is comedy gold)

I might review things, give opinions, share happenings from my Life, or whatever else I feel like.

I’ll teach you a few things if you stick around long enough, too.

I hope to Inspire. Intrigue. Offend. Amuse.

Because, why not?

Hell, I may even upload some pornographic content involving your mom.

Only time will tell.