Epitomic Cessation of Humanity.

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.