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Anal juice-Human hair-cancer, it's what's for dinner.

2012-03-13T16:36:00.000-07:00

I am not sure why it's taken so long for my body to let me know that the crap I was eating on a daily basis was killing my body. Though, if there has been a lesson from repeated trips to the E.R. in the past few months with no actual diagnosis other than gastrointestinal problems, it has been not to trust the food that I have grown to love. Not to trust the companies that market chemicals to my children so that they may, when in their teens, pay money to pharmaceutical companies and hospitals to help "cure" them of the very diseases encased and packaged for humans in the food we purchase because we don't have the time anymore to grow our own food.

Before I get started, if you have any braincells left from all the processed foods already consumed, you should use them to understand that what you read next should change the way you eat forever.
That is, if you care at all about what goes inside your body.

Believe it or not but Americans are getting sick and fat.
Have been for years, heard this before, makes you sick, doesn't it, but I know you won't do anything about it, will you. This fact alone scares me to my core.

I am 30 yrs of age at the time of writing this article.
145lbs
6ft 1'

I have recently spent a lot of time in the hospital with as of yet undiagnosed stomach problems.
Because of the woman I love shocking some sense into me by throwing away stuff that was fatty in our house, I have started reading the labels on the stuff that fills my pantry shelves and ends up going to the graveyard in my fridge.
Long gone are the days when things were actually natural, maybe 2-3 ingredients. Stuff you could pronounce, stuff that you could hold the product it was derived from, which came from the earth, in your hands.
Try it today, in the grocery store, the next time you go in to buy the government's long-term lethal injection substitute known globally as industrial or commercially produced food. It's not even real food these days. You would expect carrot cake to have carrots in it, but nope, there are bits of flavored who-knows-what instead, mixed with god only knows what other chemicals to preserve and make food look pretty and maybe, i mean possibly, make it safer. That bit isn't really even known. I mean, they spray beef with a toxic ammonia gas to kill bacteria and it doesn't even work.

I guess I am just confused at how people don't seem to be rioting in the streets, burning down the buildings of these companies that are feeding them human hair and rat feces and bugs and bones and cancer-causing chemicals. Same thing about smoking. We smoke cigarettes and we know they kill us off, but we are given an I-don't-give-a-shit epidural or something put into our food and water. Is there a way to find an untouched part of the world and just move there and grow organic food and raise organic animals? I want to move underground, like that movie with Brendan Fraser. I need donations to get started for sure. Don't know how to build a new community underground.

I get how we got to this point. What I don't get is with this information slapping us in the face, we devour these foods and go back for seconds and thirds and more until our hearts give out or cancer eats our bodies away. We crave them, have dreams about them. IF YOU KNOW ME YOU KNOW I LOVE FOOD.
Do some research on what is actually in the food you consume on the daily. I shop differently now. I got out of the grocery store today at about $85 minus all the "Natural Flavoring" and hair and oh my gosh I don't even want to dwell on what I have been tricked into eating. Don't know to what I am referring? Than click this link - http://www.rodale.com/gross-food

We are getting sicker and fatter and we don't care enough to not do the things we have been accustomed to doing, what we have been programmed to be doing to live in this society.

I am scared to eat. I know I need to eat to sustain my body. I need nourishment. I believe that organic farming is the way to go, if it's even possible to grow crops that are not strains of genetically modified seeds. At this moment I can see no problem with eating meat, as long as the animal is completely organic in itself. But I start thinking, to get away from chemicals, is my soil even chemical free, so as not to impart some its chemically contaminated particles into my crops? Do seeds even exist that haven't been genetically modified in some secret way that's "better" for us?

I am so angry right now. I am not going to eat anymore food that has been processed in any way that I don't know how it's been done. I am disgusted. I don't trust food anymore. I don't trust America. I don't trust anything.

companies putting crazy shit into food.
what happened to ethics.
we just don't care about life anymore it seems.
I am so frantic about this outrage
I am going crunchy
granola
hippie
call it what you will. I will not stand by and keep eating these chemicals. they are linking everything we make to giving us health problems. everything in our home can kill us. I am so outraged by doing research that I can't even finish this post correctly .

Here is the point to this whole blog post right here. Are you ready?

There is no limit to what we will do to our fellow man or what we will do to ourselves. Will we change it? The majority will be dead before they can. The rest are too comfortable with our blissful stupidity. Join an organic community supported agriculture program, buy some land and have an organic farm.

I will be going off the grid slowly. Kinda sucks, I was just getting into the whole technology thing, but if we can feed ourselves and surround ourselves with shit that kills us and not care, we are most assuredly doing it with anything and everything we can get in our hands. I am giving myself bone cancer right now every time my fingers come in contact with the plastic that my keyboard keys are made from. There is transference. Maybe this is why we are becoming sterile as a race. I am afraid now, so much anxiety at the moment, nothing is what it seems. catch 22

Do we want to be bored for the rest of our lives cause we don't move or eat or touch anything ever again, or continue living our lives pretending that we are doing what's best for ourselves.

Stay alive long enough to work ourselves to the bone to pay to live, money spent from breaking our backs and being away from our families, and give it all to these companies making some guy rich who, btw, lives on a farm and eats organic and raises his own organic animals and won't even touch a Mceedees burger or drink from a plastic cup cause that dude's company makes a product from human hair and duck feathers to use in commercially produced breads as a substance to keep the dough together. OMFG
I made my neighbor throw up when I told her this.
The lady eats like America does.
She's not small.
She literally threw up in her mouth, but will she change anything? Fuck no, she was ordering a pizza, in between yacking in the toilet and ordering. Thoughts about how we have no idea what we are eating isn't enough to scare riots in the streets.
I'm not going to do it any more.
It will take me some time but I will let go somehow and get my family away from the death trap we just accept.
God, now I just threw up in my mouth.
I don't get it. Hair on your head is ok; hair in your soup, you're flipping the fuck out on the waitress; being told you have been eating it all along in fucking everything, no reaction. You actually go to the store to purchase more crap.
Will you do anything about it?
Start with a tweet, a plus 1 and a like on thee olde Facebook to let people know again for the umpteenth millionth time.
AMERICA- we are being fed god doesn't even know what in our food. They are trying to feed it to our kids.
We are paying for it and voting for it and NOBODY'S DOING ANYTHING. Are you kidding me? I, for some reason, don't thing this should take six more sad documentaries for us to understand. Our government thinks we are stupid cattle, just moving the price of futures through the years to fatten wallets for A MADE UP THING CALLED MONEY to line the pockets of the already rich. This can't go on anymore.

And, sadly, it's not just food, it's everything. I thought the people had the power. We are letting them kill us. Kill our offspring. Our dreams and memories are gone when we are dead. The earth will be here till it's gone. Why are we hiding the truth from ourselves? There's so many of us. How can we allow this to go on. I am going to document my journey somehow. daily-frugal maybe, I don't know, but crunchy nonetheless.
Smallz out.

-Kenneth John Allum- Rip -3-3-12

2012-03-05T22:27:00.000-08:00

I will celebrate his life with my memories of

him when I was a child, and all the wonderful

times we had together before he passed.

I love you grandpa. You will be missed.

Kenneth John Allum

I do it in the shower, and so should you.

2012-03-02T18:49:00.000-08:00

I'm going to ramble again.
Washington is so beautiful.
Tacoma is beautiful.

I remember the trees are what I was attracted to as a child. The evergreen. The beauty that stays with the season. Covered in snow as a dangerous killing machine or silhouetted in the noon sun, in my eyes it was my oasis in the desert; that spot you go to in your mind when that one negative invading force tries to... well, invade your life with the negative. That place you go to center yourself, to free your mind.

I do it in the shower.
The water as hot as i can stand it.
I meditate.

I know I can't be the only person who does this, and for those who say they don't, you're lying.
That time is sacred to me nowadays, those ten-fifteen minutes in the mornings.
Getting centered is now a major part of my day, so as to be prepared to accept the things that will come to me that day. Being more aware of not just receiving positive vibrations from the world, but extending positive vibrations outward. Karma has a huge influence in that. Think what you may, but I cannot sit here and write that I have not witnessed first hand the awesome power that is true spiritual entanglement.
It's all too confusing really, I have just become more aware of the things I do, I guess. Well, some of them anyway.

It is one reason that I have just recently begun playing the guitar again.
Before I get ahead of myself, yes, there will be videos. I want to show my progression, so I did record my first few practice sessions in my living room.

I think it is going to be pretty cool to utilize youtube in my endeavor. If I post my videos, other guitar players can post video responses if they want to help me, if they see any talent and notice that I'm doing things wrong. I don't know, it's a stretch, I know, to think people on youtube are going to post response videos about the guitar at all. Prob just their own video to get more traffic to their page. I'm doing it anyway.
I'm starting kinda weird, I am sort of teaching myself with the internet and my own musical ability.
The story starts with a dream. A few clicks on the Samsung Galaxy s II, Rachel and $88,
a pawn shop, and a car. We had to get some gas, so a gas station, too. Oh and Shelby was there...

Wow.

Had a feeling and it just said go to a few *porn shops* and look at some acoustic guitars, so I talked Rachel into driving the baby and I around town to add some more footage to my Tacoma video log and buy an axe. She wouldn't agree to the porn shop, however. (*funny misspelling when I wrote the post that I wanted to keep for you all reading*)

I had the figure $70 in mind.
We stopped at a total of three places, and I found her at the last Pawn Xchange.

I scored a Fender for $88, and the guy threw in a hard case.
The guy hooked me up. I came to find that out later at a local music store when I was buying other needed equipment.

I practiced for two days on that guitar before one of the strings broke.
It was kinda funny because the thought of the strings breaking hadn't really occurred to me when I was playing a guitar built 15 years ago, with strings and dust to match the era.

Great customer service at the Plaza II Music Center btw. When I brought in a guitar and asked the guy to show me how to string the thing, it took me a moment to feel at ease asking questions to someone who was clearly more knowledgeable in the subject of music than I, but only a moment. Before I knew it, I had a few essentials and I got out of there for less than $30; my guitar was tuned and restrung by a professional who teased me with the beautiful deep rich sound when wielded by a master. And he let me know that I got a "steal" on the whole setup; "the case was easily fifty bucks" and "the guitar sells for up to $450."

I don't care how much it's worth. It's nice to know I got a great deal, but the value is in being able to finally learn to play like I always have wanted to, and to be able to do it while Shelby is a child, to be able to have her grow up in a musical environment.
Shit, she's already such a happy child, and so freakin smart. I can only imagine where she will go if she takes an interest. All of that is why I believe it was smart to follow the world telling me to go look at some pawn shops.

My first song, or one of the first songs I am learning, is Blister in the Sun by the Violent Femmes.
My fingertips are numb from the practice but I'm sticking with it. Since I quit smoking, I need something for my hands to do anyway.

Keep your eyes peeled for the links to my practice videos and other videos on youtube.
I'm gettin crazy with it, I know, but it's fun.

I am going to go stare out the window now, strum my guitar and watch it snow.
I am going to visualize playing music and inspiring my children to follow their instincts.

The "Drive" thru Tacoma

2012-02-14T23:58:00.000-08:00

I am a spontaneous monkey who searches for the better banana. I really try hard. I succeed in my head; however, I end up with the banana I started out with in the first place...
Every now and then I find a better banana.

It was a great idea, I would get a camera and take pictures and video of Tacoma from my perspective and from the perspective of the beautiful city that should be shown to the world via the world wide web. The camera, a Bloggie Touch from Sony, was supposed to take hd video in 1080 p at like 30fps (frames per second). $100. Step one, the internet: secured. Step two, camera: procured. Step three, get Rachel on board: check. The baby cooperating, we headed out to film Tacoma the right way. Rachel (my Gf) at the wheel, armed with the street knowledge to outsmart a native, we embarked.

It started off great. I snapped a quick few pictures and took a few 10-second videos while the light was still good. Problem is with the spur of the moment trips like we take, the lighting is the furthest thing from our minds. We once drove three hours in the middle of the night just to walk on the beach the next morning. And make out. I think there was a lot of making out on that trip.

Anyway, the light started to give out as we tooled around the city, and all the while the baby was snoozing in the securely strapped rear-facing car seat. We just started to make it back into downtown when its started sprinkling and made the camera...work...too hard I guess?? Not sure but the pics looked a lot less than 1080 p hd or whatever they are supposed to be. I might have gotten one or two usable shots to post on tacomalove.tumblr.com the "Official" Tacoma Love Tumblr.

Its OK though, because it gave Rachel and I the motivation to really make this video something to be proud of. Something Tacoma would be proud to see on YouTube or daily-motion representing us in Japan, China, and Russia. I'll get the shots that nobody has yet. A lot of the shots I think are going to the commons, I believe as share alike public domain photos anyone can use if they just throw a bit of credit my way. Moral of the blog post: keep being spontaneous, but in more of a planned kinda way. I mean, with a little research and thought, I would have remembered certain construction blockings that ate precious time from the light I had for shooting. that's all. Nothing else.

If you love Tacoma or want to see what it looks like here. Go to the Tacoma love tumblr. However, I think if you click the pics you come back here... Or they go to my flickr. I think it's cool; you guys prob all think it's lame.

I am lame.

Tacoma video in the works, first filming hitting the editing bay in the next few days. Rachel and I are going to do one section of Tacoma a week, complete with cool little either unknown or little-known facts of the section we will be covering. Shelby might present it like a freakin' news reporter, who knows. I love my city. I love My Family.

Smallz Out.

Insanity In a Smallz, he who dares to be blunt.

2012-01-21T20:27:00.000-08:00

-My January 21st 2012 Insanity in a Smallz-

-J.d. Smallz

I am like a new child.

I am like a newborn blogging child.

Better off starting with a little truth, right?

I won't be told what to do, I won't be told how to write, how to eat, what to wear, what to say. I am one of those sexually power-driven Scorpios, stubborn as hell, with civility. With me, Chivalry is not dead; if I had the money, I would pay for meals, I do open doors for my woman, I love to watch her sleep, I'm sure she would think it's kinda creepy, so I try not to let her catch me though. I hold my breath at night sometimes if I think I am breathing to loud, and try to match my breathing pace with the rise and fall of her chest. I know it's weird, but they are all things that I just do, they seem hardwired somehow into this thick skull I have developed over the years.

Now that doesn't mean I think I am old or anything, on the contrary, I believe I will always have more to learn and do, as long as I learn and do them on my terms. Which brings me to somewhat of a point, well, at least what I sat down here to blog about.

Why do I have to use those "Tried and True Gems" everyone's pitching on the internet? Let me know if I'm wrong, but it seems like the old gag where you get to the site and, ... oh that's right, the ol' bait and switch, where you then have to buy a cheap ass E-book with info that you can find with a lot of your own research.

I don't know anything in particular about blogging, frankly I can't even really write all that well, but I gotta believe that if I write about a topic I am passionate about, a topic that I love, a topic that I own and wrote the book on for gosh sakes, people will find it, people will "get it" and in a few days I'll have 1,000 followers from here to Mumbai, right? Doubt it, I am just not that consistent, I am just not that interesting.

I want to build a persona online. I want to create a brand. However, as much as we think it's our personas that we create online, I believe those personas were already there and they created us online. I walked right into View My Smallz and will happily, and without protest, keep saying yes to paying to be an awkward and/or lame online version of myself. It's like the internet thinks we as humans are lazy, but it's all in the name of convenience, right? That's what they say, it's ok that our teens don't have to know how to spell because we have spell checker. They don't know how to interact with each other or the world because of texting, so they keep turning "Emo" on us and want to cry a lot and play stabby games.

We don't even have to use our own minds, or money, for porn anymore. Thank heroin addiction and serious daddy issues in the 90s for that one! However, I have a feeling our forefathers were well on their way to instituting some kind of porn policy anyway, who wouldn't want to monatize sex, it's a crazy money maker today. Damn, it used to be so hard to watch porn on the internet, too. Now my six-month-old could smash her little fingers so innocently on the keyboard and BAM! grandma being plowed by three chickens and an albino midget wearing a body condom, sorry, that was bad, "little person" wearing a body condom.

I remember trying to be all sneaky, putting a blanket over the tower so my mom wouldn't hear the dial up beeping, I would cough just as connection started, you all remember the sound, all while trying to beat one off to a half-naked thumbnail of Angelina Jolie (who, by the way, is still in the yank bank but on a steady decline since Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow). Sorry, TMI? Really, I can't help it, I can't be told what to say, remember?

So..

It's all classic sales right, I get it, I've been in sales all my life. Supply and demand. I want to know how to be sucsessfull online so I can spend time with, and take better care of, my family. And someone hears that call, makes a website and sells the shyt out of it, probably every second of the day from every corner of the world! Seems almost forced upon, conspiracy?... nope not gonna be that kind blog... I just am recently noticing how tracked online we are, it's like we have become horny little purchasing ad generating rabbits, marketing cockroaches or hatchery fish released into the wild to bring back our friends to the same sick spawning ground and it will never be the same again, that's already a given. Notice the Adsense, I do get the Irony of this post btw.

Do Bibles still sell? I could do that.

I have even been "That Guy" that called you that one time just after your aunt Sally met her untimely demise by tripping and then subsequently also killing your three-week-old kitten, and weren't you sitting down to supper when I rang? Or that one kid who knocked on your door and sold you $350 of magazines that you then: A) got yelled at by your wife for using 4 checks to purchase, and B) then used those same mags to burn in your fireplace later that day because you realized you bought 10 subscriptions to Modern Eskimo and 15 to Underwater Basket Making Secrets.

Not my fault I'm charming is it, somehow the sly little tricks I used back in the day, I must have learned them from somewhere, I just can't place it...*Cough-TV-cough...mainstream-cough-media ack- ahh that's better, had a little phlegm is all.

I did have a point when I started this, which with my apparent adult onset ADD, I can't even remember.

I will rant, I will rave, I will complain while typing on my laptop wireless-ly piggybacking off McDonald's free internet and sparkling employee conversation. All the while learning all your tips to be a successful blogger.

I am like a new child

I am like a newborn Blogging child.

I read it's best to end with a little truth.

Catch my next posts, all about twitter, myspace, facebook, and Hash..um hashtags.

In a few days when the medz wear off.

Possible smallz

2011-12-08T19:08:00.000-08:00

I am thinking of rating certain websites and their abilities to convert their page to smallz for mobile devices and tablets as well as older devices and go phones.
If anyone has any suggestions of websites that should be rated, please leave a comment.
Also I have compiled a list that i will publish soon of select interests and topics, but am willing to add to the list if anyone has any suggestions. I am quite interested in the favorite websites of random readers.

Ahh An Introduction of sorts.

2011-12-08T14:08:00.000-08:00

Lets start off with, you can call me Mr. Smallz.

My thoughts really do come and go, so as i have come to call them Smallz.

I dont think they are profound enough to write a book so I am taking a different route.
I often find myself sitting alone, smoking cigarette after cigarette, trying to piece together fragments of smallz, franticly scrambling for scraps of paper to scribble ideas or inventions. I wake up in the middle of the night finding myself doing the same thing, as i know if my head hits the pillow again, the smallz will be gone forever.
What does this mean, i am not sure, but i am on the path to figuring it out.

New Content Over The Comming Weeks

2011-12-08T00:07:00.000-08:00

This Blog is Under Construction
Please stay with us and visit some of the other links on this site.
Thank You
Mr. Smallz