Prank Calling Rules

The world of phone fuckery is not unlike the wild west. You can be noble, you can be ugly, or you can be indifferent to moral premises. If you wanna avoid being a tasteless hack, phone fuckery is about self-discipline. Generally, it's a lot like good comedy.

These grand rules are to be followed for a fun prank calling experience. Callers should follow these guidelines in most cases to ensure a safe and delicious prank calling life; however, these rules may be broken in certain cases where it may be reasonably deemed necessary. I've made special exceptions in those cases which I've deemed them most important.

1. Do not involve police or obstruct law enforcement except to forgo police excesses.

2. Do not cause significant physical damages (to people or property) with prank calls.

3. Do not threaten, especially not physically.

4. Do not call emergency hotlines or those designed with humanitarian motives.

5. Do not call those 60+ years of age who live alone. These people are at high risk of distressing phone calls. Just imagine, getting a call about your dead spouse has to be creepy.

6. Be similarly mindful of medical conditions which can put people at risk. If you're uncertain whether someone has been harmed, call back and let them know that it's just a prank. Be willing to apologize and admit mistakes.

7. Do not attempt to compile personal data except to forgo a crime.

8. Be mindful about inadvertently giving away your own information, which could subject you to harassment.

9. Limit the number of calls made to a single person/firm unless to forgo crimes.

10. When trying to forgo abuses, be mindful of collateral damage and seek to limit it.

The unspoken rule is to have fun.

John Lockers

Bookeeping

My routine constantly reminds me
It's a day of preparation
Getting together this vacuous life
No joy, no pleasure, love denied
You gave me gifts
They brought me back
To home's warmth again.
But that confection, affection,
Must be tossed for conflict
Fighting wars which never end
One sword's edge, to my foe,
One to pierce me in the heart
So I might forget where I'm not
Who I'm not
The privileges denied me
Rights put away,
They don't phase one so brave.
Our tongues have stalled
Every reason else eviscerated,
As you anticipate my return
Believing in your heart
I'm fighting for you, us,
But in my heart, I wander.
Now my legs could break
With a feather's touch.
I'm the man
Who could never die,
Not in a thousand years would I fall.
Still I'm toppled by the silence
The truth you're unaware of
The strength of my conviction,
What I'd put down
To show it true,
I'd wager the world.
Whenever we're together
I can't find the words to say
That I love you
That we may find the world
Together, surf the sweetness fields
And fight and die
As happy soldiers
The past locked away;
However cowardly I am
No matter how hard the task
It's impossible
To otherwise envision the dream.

John Lockers

What the world needs, for the New World

I think we can agree, we live in a society that glorifies courage. Although at times the status quo is so adverse to change that the incentive is towards cowardice, few legacies are built on caution in the face of adversity. Those concerned with honor in any way at all can't get enough of the legacy building. It's one thing that drives my personal approaches from time to time, though there's few things about myself which I hate that much. I guess that's a mindset you generally develop.

Eternity is Costly

When you're transhuman, you'll watch your body decay. Though you'll keep it for a while, still embalmed it will fade, to become an image of the past.

You'll feel the electrical signals pulsating through your head. Sometimes you'll try to remember when you were mass. You'll walk down the halls of the Brain Room to your brain freezer and remember. One day, you'll say, this was where I really was. Somewhere in the twists and turns of this cerebral cavern, inside this sponge, I lived. Perhaps I did not perceive it, but now my head is light and hollow.

Lockerian Times #7

Hello, Lockerian reader. Coming to you now on this pixelated surface to deliver an important mensaje. Today I'm pretty pissed. A while back I was notified that the Robert E Lee statue in New Orleans is being taken down due to the disruption of sensibilities in response to history. First, let me give a little background before giving my take. A debate has been occurring surrounding monuments and whether we should be desecrating them or keeping them afloat. It bears relation to the confederate flag debate. Many groups believe these things to be symbolic of the aristocratic, white power structures of the South, and their preservation throughout history.

Where I Stood, Atlanta

Laminate this world
Marinate it in poison
Drown out the pests in fires
Blot out unspeakable sins.

Erase the unpleasantries
And away with yourselves.
Retreat to the shade
For the sun shines too bright.

Sit in the darkness
For certainly it makes you content,
Stow away in memories
Of the ages gone by, loves missed.

Look away from the world
Gone by, live it presently.
Never miss a memory
Never miss a moonlit kiss.

Miss not a noble second
Don't let the sand run out,
Stand on the perch of destiny
Raise your talons, show your strength.

Talk down demons
Hold the sweet ones close.
Stand determined forever
For a new world is the softest endeavor.

We sadly have very little
Starving for attentiveness,
Until even foes make best friends
To bear out the uncertainty together.

I would love to bear those uncertainties
I would be happiest to meet you again
If life, fate so has it
But if not, I live on
Happy as can be.

John Lockers

Avolition on a Summer Day

You're just shocking me

Putting out my flame with your cold

As I close my eyes with you over my eyes

And cast a slight shade on this prescribed world.

The lights beam, my eyes gleam,

I partake in standing and fall drunken.

The picturesque world fades into perfection

My vision, into squares describes my heart.

The hearth and hearty warm

Of frustrated fever comes over me

I shake off the waves and shades

And throw away you, old pair of eyeglasses.

John Lockers