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counteracting the overwhelming force of false media
that is present and seek the voice of honesty.

This is a public vent, first and foremost, from which to vent frustration and share true information.

Beyond that,we run under a "no guidelines, no deadlines, no
requirements" basis and consider all and any
contributors equal owners of that particular issue.

We would have it no other way, and have already found
that the the submissions and articles have all fallen
into place perfectly - as we suspected it might, but
could have never imagined it would happen so quickly.
The "high" from true progression is immaculate.

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For one reason or another you were compelled to read the words written before you and this means one thing, and one thing alone:

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there is no denying the intricate workings of the universe,
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Ahh...the battle between the homeful and the homeless.
Those comfortably content within their IKEAn society,
and the others who don't have these luxuries because
they don't feel they need them.
I mean, they've beaten a trench around this bush deep
enough to build a scrap metal roof over and solve the
problem, but that's beside the point, I guess.
Because supposedly, they've tried everything, and
they've exhausted every idea to the point where they're
merely throwing in the towel now, and whoever wants to
roll it up and use it as a pillow can go right ahead.
I mean, they've tried loading up all the "eyesores" into
a van and driving them out to the middle of the country
in the middle of the night then kicking them out the
door in a drug filled haze as the van still flies down
Lougheed at 90 clicks - that always works with an
unwanted pet - but for some reason they manage to sniff
their way back to the alley they call home by morning.
They've tried just allowing them to use their drugs
freely, and providing them with a sanitary environment
from which to do so in hopes of....well, I'm not
exactly sure, but that hasn't seemed to solve the
problem either.
But that's the thing. What is the problem exactly? I
mean, what is the homeless people's problem, because
that's the one that needs to be addressed in order to
deal with the "more important problem" of the eyesore
factor inflicted upon our law abiding citizens, am I
right? Well, the way I see it, it stems from the idea
that we live in a world that is completely owned. I
mean, No Name is a name brand and flavourless is a
flavour. Every single thing has a shiny price tag
hanging from it with a logo that's been stamped upon it
by some drugged up teenager in a tiny run-down
warehouse in some town you've never heard of, and
they're sick of having to think about this money-driven
world all day long. They do not want to "buy" a house,
they do not want to "get a job" because every home
available to them was built by someone else for someone
else, and lived in until they didn't want it anymore,
where it was subsequently dumped on dozens of other
tennants who have stained the premisis beyond
originality. But bottom line, it's not theirs, and any
job available to them is within an over-crowded,
underworthy field, where a person is constantly
reminded - by the grease stains or gasoline splattering
up their arm as they "drop more fries" or "fill'er up"
- that they know better than this.
We will not demean ourselves simply because someone
else was here first and we will always be bitter about
the fact that when the Earth was giving out its
"unlimited resources" you guys claimed it all for
yourselves before we even had an embrionic chance, and
now there's nothing.
So how do you cure this sickness of one knowing better?
How do we solve the problem and help these people "get
with the program"? First off, by understanding that
this is not a problem, nor a sickness, but merely a
logical reaction to the world around us that's being
devoured to voraciously and forces us to change so
suddenly, adapting like chameleons. We are an
accelerated evolution caused by this "information age"
as we've "named" it, and we perpetually continue to
accelerate.
And this is good.
This is a solution.

Mr.Morder

Our next issue is on Homelessness...set to hit the streets on June 4th...hopefully it will be a recurring theme as one issue doesn't begin to encapsulate the the problem. With the Olympics quickly approaching, who knows what solution will be "settled" upon...

Perhaps the problem is that they don't want to play?

Unfortunately, counterculture survivors, which I'm sure many homeless people might be identified or self-identify as, if they knew the words, can get bad loads of mindviruses. They sometimes don't get the ones that'll protect them---I am a conscious process; think for yourself; question authority. Those are neuroprotective. A deep-seated belief in astrology, however, thoughtful, is not neuroprotective to the same degree. Astrology cannot save you from bad astrologers unless you yourself are a good astrologer.

So maybe the problem is that these people aren't very good astrologers? Or they're too good and they want to try to show us another way---a way that's knee-deep in garbage. Well, colour me unimpressed.

The problem of homelessness is at bottom the problem of regression instead of progression. When faced with an apocalyptic situation people can either strive forward or sink backwards. Now, this is not to say that sinking backwards is _wrong_, only that it fucks up evolution for those of us who want to go forward. This is especially problematic when you consider the involvement with prostitution that some of the less desirable women may have---this itself is frightening. We put our most questionable/worst genetics into a place where they almost have to do activities that lead to them spawning! Oh my oh my.

One obvious solution, of course, is for them to organize themselves into cannabis-growing co-operative tribes and work together to improve their situation(s).

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to assemble a stack of telephone books from 1998 because I am just too cool for Ikea, myself...

Cheers,

rtav

Maybe the homeless represent a state of regression, but society doesn't seem interested in progression at all. Well "true" progression. They want their businesses to progress, they want their fortune to progress, but they don't seek mental or spiritual progression.
Now, the homeless don't necessarily quest for enlightenment either, but they do refuse to to take part in this anti-progressive society, and they know - at the very least - that they want something more than what's being offered to them.
Which i believe is a step in the right direction.

But that's just my oversensitive point of view.

opportuntiy diminished...ODmagazine...originality destroyed

There once were these two men, whom, after travelling through the woods for days, came upon the shore of a large lake. The men, exhausted from their journey, decided this to be a good location to take a break and threw their supplies down to relax.
When the conversation grew dry, they took to throwing stones into the wavering shoreline.
The one man merely grabbed whatever stone was available to him and tossed them randomly, while the other began to seek out the flatter of the stones, so that he could skip them across the surface of the lake. He eventually took to foraging the area for choice rocks, which would hopefully travel farther, and skip more times.
It was then that he noticed a nearly perfect rock near the foot of his companion, whom indirectly picked it up and lobbed it into the lake, with such a trajectory the it splashed down with the increased weight.
He then saw another choice rock near his companion, which he again grabbed up without noticing, and arced it into the water. The rock was so thin it cut through the surface of the lake with very little splash at all.
This was too much for the man to take, and he finally spoke up,
"How come you keep wasting all those perfectly good skipping rocks?"
His companion simply replied, without much thought at all,
"How come you keep wasting all those perfectly good splashing rocks?."

...outward digression....

Choosing A Home

I Butt perched Precariously
On a speck of Blue
In the Apple of Creation's Eye
Wobbling Wantonly..
Oh! Don't Fall Down !

I have Seen Them on the Stair;
Not Jacob's Ladder,
Where Angel's do Decesnd.
Nor to Lofty Hieghts
They Aspire to Transcend.
"In God We Trust!
All Others Pay Cash":
Heard Entoned.

In the East End
The Crack Ho's Cum and Go
Butt No longer speak
of Michealangelo...

I have Smelled them All Already,
Smelled them All...

From thresholds and laneways
Wafts the Crack, Curls against
Window panes,Arches its back
Licks it's black torn lips,
Turns, and returns
slyly into the dark.
A wiff of... "don' know Whah?"

I too have seen them stare
Beneath the cracks.
I Cannot Brag:
"I Know Thier Pain"
Like Most, Iv'e Known mere Distain
For The Desperate in thier Dispair

"They Choose Thier ilk":
Or so I'm Told.

Tho What Genie's Quotia ?
Or How Many Flubs ?
On which quiz, It were;
Be it Lamberynth Maze
Or multiple-Choice?
I still don' know...

The choice to be Born,
No one chooses...

"To Die":Alone;
Our Only Tru 'Choice'.

Profuse Apologies to J. Alfred Prufrock

zyphr

vol. 1, issue 3 of OD magazine will be out and available this week. this one actually has a consistent theme (homelessness) and has a variety of contributors, including a new cover artist: axis.

if you want a copy, let us know.

a lot of people claim to be anti-censorship these days. it seems to be a growing trend among the youth and the old who desire to be youth.
anti-censorship has already given us films such as stanley kubrick's "a clockwork orange" onto basic cable tv networks. comprimises have given us nowtv's christian examinations of "everybody loves raymond."

but fuck them all, i'm anti-censorship.
i take the metal heads off of my bic lighters along with the safety. that's my fire provider, i paid for it with my money that i earned. i will not have the view of the fire striking censored from my consumer eyes.

you have to be careful with bowl-smoking and joint-lighting not to keep the lighter lit too long at a time, or the plastic will melt on you and/or your reefer. but hell, i live on the edge, goddamnit.

it is not a coincidence that you are reading this, for coincidences do not exist. for one reason or another you were compelled to read the words written before you and this means one thing, and one thing alone: either we have a message for you, or you have a message for us. There is no denying the intricate workings of the universe, there is only attempting to understand them.
everything you choose to do in your daily routine (and notice how i say choose, rather than happen) was chosen for a reason - by a conscious decision within yourself - you must realize whether that decision was brought forth by coincidental situations (which if so, should be realized as important) or if brought about merely by the avoidance of your proper life path (which will present itself as a familiar, comfortable loop of memory).
By reading this, you have allowed a coincidence to enter your life, and thinking otherwise is merely denial and avoidance. You now have the decision to use what was presented before you to attempt to advance yourself along your chosen life path, or wander aimlessly, as most people choose to spend their days. It's up to you. Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge is power.
Like I said, you have the choice, but what isn't usually understood, is what the choice really is. The choice is not to go here or go there, to do this or do that.
It is to accept or decline.
To understand or to ignore.
Understand that there is something here that will prove beneficial to you and that is why this situation presented itself. Negative coincidences do not exist. Those who deny this statement have never really realized the dangers that may have been avoided due to a "seemingly" negative coincidence.
Nothing foul will become of you by hearing what we have to say, we do not have secret methods of attack embedded within the fibres, there is no anthrax, no terrorist threat, no coverup, no pyramid scheme, no hidden agenda.
We offer honesty and nothing else, in a world that lacks it to the point where no one is taken seriously. The world is doomed, we're all going to die, our economy means nothing when there is nothing to eat and no air to breathe. We're dead fucking serious, and we're not going to tip-toe around the issues in order to sell you something because we will not take part in this genocide. The Law of Necessity is now in effect and anybody who is not concerned with advancement as a SPECIES (not as a f*cking corporation) should be jailed indefinitely, and stripped of all they have plundered, for that is the only way to get rich.
So anyways, coincidences.
Always remember that coincidences do not lie. They can't, they simply exist, and to choose to ignore their obvious importance would be to deny ourselves life itself, and all that it truly has to offer us. The answers to all our problems are right before your eyes. 100 people ignored this magazine before you finally read it. Nobody cares. Nobody wants to believe there is actually a problem.
This is a problem that can never be ignored though. And it will show us what our neglect will cost.

......obviously disgruntled......
.............Mr.Morder...............