Bent Dildo

Coming from a bourgeois state of aristocracy, I am well attuned to the fundamentals and the epicenters of the ecumenical, cosmopolite inertias that define the current states and differences of class.

To me, I do not see class, or race, or ethnicity, or cultural backgrounds, or the schools of thought(or religion, if I may gladly include) to be the essence, the pathologic, the ebb and flow, the intrinsic balance and the individual stature in our subterranean natural of dwellings and the justification of our ignorant, arrogant and obviously fearful society based on multitudes of illusions and illusions of just pure unsophisticated, uncivilized, unthinking, inanimate, “modernized”, primitive natural orders of things today.

Seriously people, that is just a mere weakness of our epic struggles in the pursuit of individuality in the confirmative, commercialistic, capitalistic, consumerist endeavours of just trends and styles, and fads, fashions and definitive determinations, and all that for what?

--To be somebody?

Yes, to be somebody indeed, by forcing something down one orifice and forcing it out the other.

The ecological balance? --There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multi-national dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, Reichmarks, Yen, Rubles, Pounds, and Shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today!

The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business.

Money, money, money; that’s all we ever have and that’s all we ever will be.

And all I will be doing is- fuck the imperialistic dogma that circulates our ubiquitous, unreliable infrastructural menagerie of a society.

That walks in shame and ignorance in the truth in front of them, as though it were an illusion that is astoundingly absent from our world.

AND WE DARE CHALLENGE THE RELIABILITY OF THOUGHT(and science) WITH OUR RELENTLESS PURSUIT FOR A FICTIONAL CHARACTER OF A GOD.

God is just the divine idea that is ever present and ever wakening, the bible is just a collection of the municipal, primitive manifestations of ancient human wisdom and imagination.

The absurdity of it has not only defined how weak we are in our liberties and rebellions, our thoughts and sciences, and our human animality.

I think that the questioning and the idiocracy towards our indigenity that belongs to two, ready made, all knowing creatures in a whimsical, illusionary garden, based on primitive account and invalid evidence.

It has always been the epinephrine of our less-credible beliefs.

My readers, I am undefined.

Beyond what a god could ever say, or give; beyond what a society will be based on.

My readers, I am just too sick, too sick to see society so fucked up.