spending 3 whole days with you is fucking awesome, looks like most people cannot appreciate WATCHMEN eh, well, i guess it’s due to some bad cinematography and the fact alan moore didn’t endorse it(thus the people involved not being able to experience and embrace the story entirely just like V for Vendetta) but then again, we’re moving one step closer to nihilism each day by paying death in installments; starting to die since the day you were born, and as for now, I have a disinterest to write anything relevant so f.o.a.d
You and I, we’re both just idiosyncratic individuals of urban excrement, forced out of our cortexes into a void of emancipation, and desolation; a vortex we perceive to be as reality. It is like the dissection of our corpus callosum in a ‘split-brain’ operation, where we are just a sick, debauched experimentation funded by the hierarchy of god knows what. As we’re injected and intoxicated by morphine, our brains wander endlessly to reach each other to no avail, this is when our perceived reality and our own renditions of reality super-collide into confusion and thus begins palpitations of maniacal wrath. Each waking day is obscurely similar to the day before as it worsens into dullness, of which we fall into depression. Soon enough, each day is becoming the worse day of your life.
Soon enough…
The air you breathe feels like amphetamine, and it’s the Tokyo Subway Gassing in ‘95 wherever you go, you see faces as blank as a sheet of white, plain paper, and you think to yourself, ‘this is fucked, what did I get myself into?’, then you finally realise that ‘self-actualisation’ is a created theory to keep us wandering in circles as we scurry and rummage for perfection, salvation, whatever you may be lacking, as the giant corporations whom are run by the hierarchy keep enticing and feeding your perceptions of perfection, when they are merely just leeching us for their money back after funding psychotic scientists to perform mass experiments on us unknowingly, all in their cause to control existence and dehumanise us into robots that perform whatever selfish, aristocratic needs they want.
So, guardians of morality, what have you in response to your objective, meaningless lives?
Do you all feel that? I’m feeling it all the time; it’s called worthlessness, and you better get used to it.
Just like antibiotics are terrible for the immune system, as great as they may be in preventing sickness and other things we can’t feel comfortable with, so is the uniformed ideology of perfection.
Dragging on to a bit of post-modernism: instead of creating antibiotics, why not create a nano-cellular function that befriends sickness and cancerous organisms in our system to evolve and generate into a function that can be “convinced” into supporting our system instead of defecting it, and then watch as the nano-cellular function turns on humanity and consumes us like a rabid swarm of ultramicroscopic scarabs, only which to intelligently learn how to inhibit our hypothalamus and other animalistic and human areas of the brain and genetically “take-over” our species. It will be the alien invasion that we created for ourselves. Hey, in the end, living is about dying, and death should be the masterpiece of all life, organic and/or virtual.
Sometimes, some place, you feel a nostalgic sense of random disparity. It’s when you collaborate and pluralize your collected problems, and when you do, you feel both very angry and very sad. It’s when misanthropy sinks in like a pair of vampire fangs and transforms you into an arbitrary individual; you project your hatred towards the people of the world, and you want to take it all out on them, it’s times like these that you wish you had a gun on you. I feel like this most of the time, and I’m glad I do. Because I feel the humanity in me disintegrate into wisps of invisible air, swirling into an infectious cancerous abyss, of which my anger boils so deeply. This I call wrath. According to my lyrics in ‘Rest to Woes’, if you have read the pre-chorus, it says “A meaningless pursuit in morality, no peace found through pointless augury, no intrinsic value, your sanity means nothing here, this cynic society and world will end in fear”. Here I talk about an intrinsic nothingness where a vast wasteland of emotion exists, apart from which, this wasteland of which we coexist like a rotten tumor infesting and invading a natural beauty of which we call the world. But when you feel this way, you have to understand that it’s worthless, that feeling humanistic is worthless, that morality is worthless, that you are worthless. But apart from that, feeling this way is possibly the best way you can get to being skeptic about loads of things, so my advice to you worthless people is to question everything and die anyway. A meaningless pursuit in morality- self-explained. No peace found through pointless augury- no use praying. Bullshit No intrinsic value- everything is worthless. Your sanity means nothing here- sanity is bullshit, alternate states of mind yada yada blah blah. Why do we fear so much, because we’re afraid to say something wrong to affect someone (thanks to euphemisms) but we’re all equally worthless so let’s die anyway, bye bye!
The fundamentals and the epicentres 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; forcibly ejaculating it out another. 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, Reich marks, Yen, Rubbles, 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 indignity that belongs to two, readymade, 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. So, if you were to ask me how things work. Let me draw something for you: It is what I call Controlled Existence. On top is the hierarchy, followed by our government, followed by our clergymen (religion), followed by the aristocratic, followed by the bourgeois, followed by the proletarians. This is our system today; the hierarchy- really rich fucks, the government- protects the rich fucks, religion enforces the laws by making an imaginary man in the sky. Fuck it, just watch the videos if you want to, fuck us all.
