nothing new

      It is 2012, we were promised jet packs, trips to the moon, food pills and laser swords. What do we have? The same ol’ political corruption, income gaps, starvation, epidemics, poverty – nothing new under the sun. Why do things seemingly never change? People starve just the same they did in the bronze age. They say with the rise of America that human development was accelerated 1000 years, in such a brief time we went from horse and buggy to space stations. But we still have hundreds of millions starving with this beloved technology. Why? Simple, fixing poverty and hunger is not profitable.

      But first, lets focus on the recently celebrated holiday- May Day. While I certainly admire the sacrifices and hard work that went into reducing the work day to eight hours, why have we not expanded on it? It is a fact that almost all professions have been improved with the rise of technology. The strides since 1886 are absolutely outstanding. Things that took weeks to create now take hours or days. Production has sky rocketed since then, yet, we still work eight hours. While I am no math genius, it would seem that if p= production t= time w= work that t x w = p : it seems that as our efficiency of work goes up then our time should go down? Makes sense doesn’t it? But no, with the beauty of capitalism there is always more work to do! With the seemingly (and falsely) endless resources so should there be endless production! In essence you are creating and producing to fill a bottomless abyss.

      You would think we would have been able to create a better system by now. I am sure there are but, as we found out earlier, it would not be as profitable. The more work we do, the more they can exploit. Less work- less exploitation. Dollar sign blind. While I am no expert, I have a simple system that would cut our work days to 2-4 hours a day on average.

      First let us see how big of a hole we have to fill each day! If we took in our local community, the size does not matter, we chart a month’s worth of consumption. We can find out how much waste is produced, food eaten, water, energy… all that can be easily monitored. Then we simply find the average, multiply it by the population and then voila we have the goal of our local labor. A hole that we can fill. We can even determine the increase with localized population growth and take that in account into an equation. Like I said, I am no mathematical genius by any means and an even more exact algorithm,  I am sure could be constructed.

      Now those are the hours that are required to be worked to provide for our own survival. Anything after that can be enjoyed how you wish. Some people would take their free time and work more, helping doctors for instance. Some jobs do not adhere to a schedule but, they would only need to work when needed. This is a rough sketch, mind you, only to point out our own deficiencies. People with the desire for research and science would be free to work as much or little as they want. They would also not be limited to only working on technologies that are profitable and exploitable. They instead work on what they enjoy and certainly improve daily lives. Also, I believe, the medicinal industry would be much more useful and practical as well. No longer having pharmaceuticals binding them to profits they can work purely on the desire to help others not bank accounts.

Back to starvation, anyone who has “dumpster dove” can tell you that restaurants, grocery stores, food processing/distribution plants, all throw out tons(literally) of food a week. This food could go to the starving poor but doesn’t… because of profit. They certainly can not give away food that they also sell! They even cut bags, and invest in very expensive, to purchase and maintain, compactors to keep us from pillaging their trash. They do this so that their boss’s boss’s boss’s boss can get a little bit more in his piggy bank. Such a callous act in the name of consumption, convenience and luxury.

        There is no need to burn down buildings, yet. But, slowly, reject this disgusting system. Raise a black flag, call these injustices. Take a small step to a clean conscience. There needs to be numbers, it is absolutely the only way to be heard. We do not need perfection in escaping this terrible system. But, as long as you are heading down the right path, making positive strides, you are as perfect as you are going to get. There needs to be a better tomorrow.This is nothing new. xoxo brandon

posted : Friday, May 4th, 2012

Mailorders

Available now:

CD-r: run of ~500. Included are a red/black vinyl sticker, lyrics and patch

Available in June and on tour:

Cassette: 100. Personalized tape label upon request via mail order with gold and silver screen printed on black cardstock j-card inserts. Included are the sticker and a print (ltd. 150) 7”x9”

All mailorders come with a back patch and the first volume of our story/poem zine with illustrations by Jenn Palm and Andy Walunas.

For mailing inquiries:

heidruncollider@gmail.com

One Unit Art Space 810 S. Edisto Avenue Columbia, SC 29205

Cheers!

credit: Myke C

posted : Friday, April 27th, 2012

Side B // tracks V and VI of our 1st ep.

posted : Friday, April 27th, 2012

heidruncollider:

they eat their own god. & Tombstalker

Forward To The Apocalypse Fest at The Wormhole in Savannah, GA

posted : Tuesday, November 15th, 2011

reblogged from : sekvrity//kvltvre

We’re playing twice Saturday November 12 in Savannah, GA
All Ages matinee at Sweet Melissa’s:
RECREANT, MAN WILL DESTROY HIMSELF, TOMBSTALKER, PHOBIA & more.
and then the “actual” fest (21+) at The Wormhole.
Many thanks to Floyd Lionel & Social Conspiracy Records for putting this together!
MATINEE STARTS AT 4PM // DON’T PARTY TOO HARD FRIDAY

We’re playing twice Saturday November 12 in Savannah, GA

All Ages matinee at Sweet Melissa’s:

RECREANT, MAN WILL DESTROY HIMSELF, TOMBSTALKER, PHOBIA & more.

and then the “actual” fest (21+) at The Wormhole.

Many thanks to Floyd Lionel & Social Conspiracy Records for putting this together!

MATINEE STARTS AT 4PM // DON’T PARTY TOO HARD FRIDAY

posted : Tuesday, November 1st, 2011

Pray for floods.

Pray for floods.

(Source: pushthemovement)

posted : Tuesday, October 25th, 2011

reblogged from : Ghosts Of The Garden City


Forlorn youths cast their gaze into a blackened mirror.One thousandfold stare back, shards of old cast in jade.
Distant banners unfurl, rippling above the trembling feet of soldiers without morale who repeat age-worn scripts in regiment refrain:
“The nature of your oppression is the aesthetic of our anger.”But these words pass through bated breath and staggering lips. Skydrawn eyes mounted like cannons toward the sun, all converged en masse— waiting for the rain that never comes.


                                                //TⒺ⚧☮G\\

Forlorn youths cast their gaze into a blackened mirror.
One thousandfold stare back, shards of old cast in jade.

Distant banners unfurl, rippling above the trembling feet of soldiers without morale who repeat age-worn scripts in regiment refrain:

“The nature of your oppression is the aesthetic of our anger.”
But these words pass through bated breath and staggering lips. Skydrawn eyes mounted like cannons toward the sun, all converged en masse— waiting for the rain that never comes.

                                                //TⒺ⚧☮G\\

posted : Monday, October 10th, 2011


We’ve all felt defeat.
We’ll all face deceit.
Meek and without inheritance,
The earth swallows us.

                                                     //TⒺ⚧☮G\\

We’ve all felt defeat.

We’ll all face deceit.

Meek and without inheritance,

The earth swallows us.

                                                     //TⒺ⚧☮G\\

posted : Monday, October 10th, 2011

reblogged from : Ghosts Of The Garden City

Cop-lovers occupy nothing.
You neglect their abuse and acquiesce to the ruse.
“Object. Refuse. Reject abuse.”—you only objectify and consume their refuse.
Charred bodies and frozen hearts: The cold corridors of power still rain death and debt,
but you remain deaf and blind,
content to deny the discontented whose daily grinds
bear no recompense.
Pass a fist. Wolves with fractured crowns cannot bite and seldom bark.
Who’s on the ground? Stocked, stop-locked and shot.
The March is stark.

-billxbvrnr. // TⒺ⚧☮G

posted : Friday, October 7th, 2011

“Open Gaits” - .they eat their own god.

a heart of gold
sinewy veins and rust
can’t trust the fools
or their cool, pooled gaze.
arms outstretched—
not an offering, but a curse
and a threat.
as eyes go cold
tempers flare.
an eye for ennui on
these somber days.
he may have wept,
but his gifts were just deceitful requests.
don’t tread where they smile,
and don’t look when they speak
because they eat their own god.
they kill their own cause.
ground to dust and spit as ink
for the new clause
written without pause
taken. remember:
we wrote our own laws
we kill our own…
but despite the depth of our alienation,
we are never really alone.

                                                  \TⒺ⚧☮G /

“Open Gaits” - .they eat their own god.

a heart of gold

sinewy veins and rust

can’t trust the fools

or their cool, pooled gaze.

arms outstretched—

not an offering, but a curse

and a threat.

as eyes go cold

tempers flare.

an eye for ennui on

these somber days.

he may have wept,

but his gifts were just deceitful requests.

don’t tread where they smile,

and don’t look when they speak

because they eat their own god.

they kill their own cause.

ground to dust and spit as ink

for the new clause

written without pause

taken. remember:

we wrote our own laws

we kill our own…

but despite the depth of our alienation,

we are never really alone.

                                                  \TⒺ⚧☮G /

posted : Thursday, September 15th, 2011