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Why-fry? Our Fucked Up Shitless Shitbox Society

In the past 3 years sleeping within 20ft proximity to the downstairs neighbour's wi-fi signal every night when we are trying to sleep, we have become electromagnetically sensitive. We experience pressure headaches, tinnitus, increased heart rate as if we drank 6 espressos and were running in our sleep to the point of exhaustion, insomnia, discomfort in our muscles and joints to the point of arthritic pain and numbness, progressive fatigue to the point of exhaustion. Just like second hand cigarette smoke, there are many other variables and related issues to how this signal compromises our immunity and circulation to the detriment of our long term health. The only solution is to move away from the signal (proximity) which is not possible since it invades our entire space. The signal is high in close proximity and we have suffered exposure over a period of three years having developed acute symptoms and health issues. The only solution for us to be able to live here is to power off the wi-fi at night between 10pm and 8am, or hardwire the router to ethernet and shut off the wi-fi signal at the provider, giving 24/7 access without interruption to either party.

However, if you are a difunctional alcoholic, your senses are already numbed so that you can't feel anything once you've passed out, and if you have insomnia from the wi-fi you just drink more until you pass out again. When you decide that your toys and the convenience of wireless access is meter important than human health, that's pretty fucked up from any sane point of view, aside from what that self-centred selfishness and social negligence has done to us.

In today’s world, everyone is exposed to two types of EMFs: (1) extremely low frequency electromagnetic fields (ELF) from electrical and electronic appliances and power lines and (2) radiofrequency radiation (RF) from wireless devices such as cell phones and cordless phones, cellular antennas and towers, and broadcast transmission towers. RF is the most aggressive and harmful to living organisms. This burgeoning technology has been linked to leukaemia, neuroma, tumours and cancer in children and adults. Also adverse effects on brain function and irreparable damage to dna cells in the blood and in the body, disrupts hormone and stress proteins and compromises the immune system. Bluetooth is invisible death ala brain cancer, so fill your boots brainchild. Understand electromagnetic actvity in high or concentrated or prolonged doses can be compared to electronic weapons. If you want to know what if feels like being hit with this signal on a prolonged exposure, taser yourself. You'll get the idea.

Electric Funeral

Fuck that noise : In a world where music is business, business is shit, fucking you over, feelings are numb and life is debt slavery, therefore, against all this we deny creation in this mass cerebral annihilation imposed social model, and cry out for final destruction through it's most audible way: NOISE!!

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Electric Funeral - You're next

So fuck you internet provider, and fuck you government, fuck you authorities, and fuck your wi-fi. Fuck that noise.
And fuck you ignorant neighbour and the EMF toys you rode in on.

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This is to educate my downstairs neighbour to her ignorance regarding EMF (electromagnetic field) technologies as pertains to Wi-fi sickness.
Her name is Fucking Lying Bitch

This past week has been hell, coping with our downstairs neighbour who lied and said she would turn off the wifi signal at night so that we can get restful sleep. We are aching, sleepless and exhausted from coping with this signal hitting us from her wi-fi, through the whole night, for 3 years.

As I posted previously, a week ago my partner and I both are experiencing extreme symptoms from our downstairs neighbouring wi-fi, so I politely asked if the neighbour downstairs would turn it off at night as she had done other times in the past. She said she would. She lied.

Fuck Facebook

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So we are putting the landlord on notice. We are giving him our notice today we will vacate in one month. We are looking for a new place. That will be difficult because there is little compared to what this place offers in square footage and price and close to our livelihood. There are few places with no wi-fi or people who understand what it does to living organisms.

By turning the power off in your house at night, you feel like you are sleeping in nature under the stars.

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unable to upload images, only links?

what the fuck dreamwidth

ok, so you upload an image and then html embed it on an entry, what a work around!

then you have to enlarge it somehow because this is only a thumbnail..

so now i can't find images to see if there is a larger size, and then size it



total time to figure this out = 1hr
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William Butler Yeats. b. 1865

863. When You are Old

WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace, 5
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled 10
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. link

new to DW

Apr. 16th, 2017 07:57 am
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i just tried to make a community and post something to it and have now lost track of it. i came from LJ recently.

where do i find communities? how do i share a post?

comments don't coincide with posts

this is a dog's breakfast
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Family Ties and Torn Skies

I like the art herein on this book cover.

In a world where time itself has been torn, family is more important than ever. Torn World writers, artists and poets brings fresh new visions of family and coming of age to the printed page.


Explore concepts of kinship - by blood and by choice - in a setting that spans lush rainforests, monster-infested seas, wild valleys, and frozen mountains. Journey between the strictly licensed, steam-powered cities of the southern Empire and the small communal villages in the north that believe they are alone in the world. Blurring the lines between science fiction and fantasy and bending the rules of time itself, Torn World invites you to tear into a new kind of shared world.

Family Ties

Music to hear while checking out this e-book

Bo Hansson - Leaving Shire - The Old Forest - Fog on the Barrow Downs

; )oy!


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"every night is a long time to wait until eternity" - the flesheaters

Society of the Spectacle Guy Debord 1973 With Spectacles of Modern Society Dubbed in Background

Jowhar - video powered by Metacafe

"every night is a long time to wait until eternity" - the flesh eaters

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The Biker at the Pipes of Dawn

Syd Barrett dies at 60

Madcap Laughs
It was something about his eyes that made him stand out, the same piercing, thousand-yard stare beaming from beneath a tousle of black curls has anchored almost every photo I have ever seen of him since.

And then there was Barrett

"My dad, for some reason or another, had been coaxed during a long car trip or a hike or some other instance of casual father/son bonding onto the subject of a musician friend who'd declined playing keyboards for a young Manfred Mann mere months before "Do Wah Diddy Diddy" hit - foolish from a financial standpoint, perhaps, but a defensible artistic decision. It led into a discussion of other "celebrities" he'd known during his youth. And the list didn't go much farther than that: There was Martin Amis, whose books I'd seen around the house and have since come to cherish as much as life itself. And then there was Barrett - the same Barrett who died a recluse last week at age 60." - An old school fan reminisces...

Who was Syd Barrett

"Barrett was a question mark. No more than 10 or 11 years old, I knew Pink Floyd - my parents would both sniff that the band was "pretentious" whenever "Another Brick in the Wall" came on the radio - and had read enough withering reviews of The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking (probably because of the naked lady on the cover) to know Roger Waters was the frontman. But Barrett's brief, formative involvement in the band was then a complete mystery."


He was gone from Floyd early on, it was explained. Drugs and madness or madness and drugs; either way, a volatile enough cocktail that he'd lived with his mother and passed his days staring into a pool since his 20s. A peculiarly affecting rock 'n' roll tale, even for a kid. Pink Floyd, it was added, had been even stranger before Barrett left.

Pink Floyd The Early Years

The three early Barrett/Floyd singles (particularly the transvestite ode "Arnold Layne") were careening psych-pop trailblazers and, like his two fractured 1970 solo albums, The Madcap Laughs and Barrett, are often regarded by the Cult of Syd as somehow more worthy than 1967's Piper. It's this album, though, where Barrett's whimsical, LSD-spiked genius crests, putting a fanciful, lunatic spin on British Invasion pop and English folk without fear of tilting into the avant-garde.

"Interstellar Overdrive" and "Astronomy Domine" - Barrett's lilting verses to which were scrawled reverently on every single one of my high-school scribblers - more or less invented space-rock. "Lucifer Sam" is reverberant proto-punk that would echo through everyone from David Bowie to Adam and the Ants for years to come. "Scarecrow" is durably haunting acid balladry.

Pink Floyd - Bike by Syd Barrett - The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn (1967)

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April 13 - 16, 2017 : Fort Flagler, Nordland, Wa

Thanks to duathir

Adult Affirmation of Path

Exploring the lessons of Inanna and Erishkagal, this ritual takes the form of an outer-and
inner-journey through which participants confront and explore the reasons for their choice
as an opportunity for adults to acknowledge (to themselves and to the greater community)
their dedication to the Pagan/Wiccan Path.

Wiccan Pagan

Since 1985, Aquarian Tabernacle Church has been recreating the Eleusinian Mysteries held in Ancient Greece. These mysteries,
held every year in honor of Demeter and Persephone, explore universal concepts and truths from the perspective of the seeker
of hidden knowledge. Our Priests and Priestesses spend 3-4 months preparing for the festival, working with the energies of the
Gods and rehearsing the ritual drama that is presented over 4 days for hundreds of people each Easter Weekend.
Though the main portions of the event focus on Greek deities, there are many workshops and other groups that bring a plethora
of alternate ways to explore, including the general mysteries of women, men and those who identify as a mixture of both energies.
There is also a vendors space, with many often-requested items and trinkets to take home, and plenty of space for conversations
or introspective moments.
Everyone who attends will come away transformed and with wonderful memories of their time in Eleusis.


Loreena McKennitt - The Mummer's Dance

dr. π (pi)


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