"In peace prepare for war, in war prepare for peace.
The art of war is of vital importance to the state.
It is a matter of life and death, a road to safety or to ruin.
Hence under no circumstances can it be neglected."
"I am the Chip... no one likes me... and I DON'T CARE! ...
Some people may wonder, why I do the things that i do (like have this sick material on-line). Well I have a long history of trading files and keeping them available for everyone.. In my opinion all information should be freely available.. But no information will be available unless someone does the work.. so when no one (well.. actually there may be few others) else does it much much better.. then there is an opportunity for me to put the information on-line.. I don't really mind about the contents ... It's just a string of bits.. If there is demand then I will supply.. There is no big difference between (jpg) dog sex and (asm) polyvectorshade source for me ... it's just information.. and when I have/can get some.. then I keep it available.. as freely as possible..
This time it will be different... NO ANTI-FREE SPEECH LAWS SHALL BE ENFORCED... NO COMPROMISES.. NO "SECURITY INTRESTS".. NO "PUBLIC INTRESTS".. " -Chip, 1997
"If you have bomb instructions - they call you a .
If you have viruses - they call you a .
If you have nazi material - they call you a .
If you have sick porn - they call you a .
If you have warez - they call you a .
But when you have all five, they can't call you names anymore. Then they see'n'believe that you are truly for information liberation... (sowhat?! you still do 10 years in Attica)" -Chip, 1997on pZ___ 2009:
"I am the "pZ" (still)...
I have distributed everything... I have distributed to everyone... Some things I like... Some things I don't like... U don't like it... AND STILL I DON'T GIVE A SHIT... FUCK U!!!" -pZ, 2009
"pZ" : the orwellian death anarcho-capitalist
platform : parapacifist anti-authoritarianism without adjectives
the one who was the non-practicing anarcho-capitalist
trying do business with authoritarian democracy
but due to long term negative history lost the energy to do it profitably
the one who simultaneously said no! + no!
both to "democratic" authoritarian tyranny and "life" in loss
but... became the individual with full responsiblity and still zero liberty
fuck it, no deal
the definition of an individual must be unifed, not both a labrat and an individual
democratic-authoritarian "life" worshippers (doctors ~ chains ~ slavers)... and democratic-authoritarian "justice" worshippers (judges ~ whips ~ punishers)
must not have it both ways
IF "MAD" (labrat[slave/pet/emotion/subhuman]) THEN "lie+quack"
IF "BAD" (machine[nonliving/nonemotional/rationality/logic]) THEN "punish/terminate"
NOT BOTH SIMULTANEOUSLY
so... now... your move... my move... your move... which way it will be?
"I don't know driving in another way which isn't risky. Each one has to improve himself. Each driver has its limit. My limit is a little bit further than others."
"Accidents are unsuspected and hated, but they are part of life. When you are fitted in a racing car and you race to win, second or third place is not enough. You must take the compromise to win, or else nothing. That means: you race or you do not."
"Ayrton has a small problem. He thinks he can't kill himself because he believes in God and I think that is very dangerous for the other drivers."
pro-abortion * pro-atheism * pro-commercial sex * pro-distribution of illegal pornography * pro-hard drugs (especially stimulants and hallucinogens) * pro-suicide/assisted-suicide/euthanasia * pro-teen sex
anti-censorship * anti-copyright * anti-enforcement (["truth" + "health" + "justice" + "security"] ~ "peace") "services" * anti-legalism * anti-moralism * anti-normalism * anti-paternalism * anti-prohibition * anti-racism * anti-religion * anti-"science" * anti-"skepticism" * anti-sexism * anti-violence
"under devastation"/"tHE Joy of Life" by Chip aka. pZ
-Summer 1995 (~6months before founding of "Chip's parazite": the End aka. the Beginning
but still rotting
rising from the shit
looking for a pit
thinking about jumping
to stop the hearth pumping
wanting not to live
this damn life has nothing to give
eating mud, slitting wrists
killing others with bare fists
being the master of judgement
drowning into the excitement
morphing into a ravage beast
enjoying this deadly feast
cutting skin, eating flesh
hoping only it to be fresh
acting in the light of moon
not being at home soon
while in sun feeling naked
as a brain once baked
being abducted by inner drugs
like a corpse while eaten by bugs
ripping waste from mouth and ears
still not crying any tears
having only dust to breath
hoping for an instant death
suffering in enourmous pains
without seeing any gains
nails hit into skull
enough of this bull
swimming in oceans of sadness
towards everlasting madness
feeling the death near
but still having insane fear
through the hole of insanity
entering the dungeons of infinity
into the flames turning to dust
is this the final bust