fearful idiots yammering somewhere, everywhere telling us how it is, how it was, how it should be stealing our focus

away from the could-be-glorious and filling our hearts with contempt and stagnation we recite the incredibly tedious technical details of memorized but not really learned facts and definitions as if we can save ourselves with this banal form of hope the desired outcome is negated by our desiring it every word you speak pulls you into the mire of discourse or pushes you into the lonely oblivion that you once glorified but now see as a prison; as insidious as any other prison concocted to restrict the spirit more than the body a man cannot eat air and drink his own dreams nor can he stand in the formless depths of himself without eroding against the sheer lack of stimuli and collapsing into a false memory of an empty ought such a fate will befall you if you live too long or think more of yourself than of the world or think only of the world and not of yourself or think of yourself as an expression of the world (or vice versa) the universe has a very simple legal system it considers living to be a crime punishable by death and only a fool or a soul overburdened with weariness does not fear the day that his sentence will be carried out The stupidities of simpletons have too long restricted you and forced you to wallow in the muck of social insincerity like some well-bred pig, raised not for slaughter but to serve as the meat of burden and boredom will you allow yourself to be consumed by those who cannot even comprehend your true nutritional value? And if so, how will you justify it to your inner judges who command that you do better for yourself Remember: the greatest fault of a human being is to imagine oneself to be flawless the next greatest fault is to imagine

that acceptance of ones faults negates said faults you are a piece of shit, a lowlife, a scumbag and if you think you are not then you are tenfold that so wear a mask to your own funeral because your family is mourning a mannequin the gorgeous naked bodies of potential lovers shimmer before you like stars of a galaxy that cannot be reached in your lifetime mocking you with its excellence, yet compelling you to waste your days away fancying an impossible journey if there are such things as sins, the worst sin is this: having the means, motive and opportunity to fulfill a desire and failing to do so out of some ill-defined set of self-imposed fears and limitations why look upon the supple breasts of a naked women with lust when you could instead ravish her with abandon? why kiss your lover goodbye and let them leave you when you could convince them to stay and fuck some more? Love is not a moment, a spark, a kiss, a fuck Love is a process, a fire, a burden, a duty Love is not a painful open sore that will not heal It is a painful open sore that you dont want to heal If you cannot hold your lover and make them feel as though they are at risk of falling into your heart and losing their way then you are a vacant room furnished only by cobwebs and no warmth will ever fill your utter desolation Make your friends laugh when they should weep and you will find small joys in your own darkest hours you must always face that which is horrible without illusions or affectations, even if you are vanquished by grief Honor the memories of those whose lives and deaths delivered you to the present Because you are just another step on a vast generational staircase that will not end with you every action is but the autonomic response of the body to stimuli and you illusion of control is a perpetual commentary track consciousness is only the second-in-command

a manual override for when normal functions prove inadequate you are the regulator of your lower consciousnesses but also a servant being imposed upon by deep instinctual whims that you are unable to contradict, because the dialogue is stunted internal conflict is the perpetual state of human beings not a rare exception to a well-defined rule pugs are descended from wolves and if you stare at one with this thought in mind you will see that the changes made by human-guided selective breeding are less prominent than you might initially estimate we are organisms in conflict and cooperation speaking in the veiled threats of soft touches because every human action, if you pan back is either making a threat or yielding to one inflicting violence or inviting violence to be inflicted victims and victimizers are puppets in the pageant of whim, instinct, automation, set behaviors, pattern-based non-thought morality and ethics are not behavioral models applied to ones self but a high horse on which to sit in judgment of others and any self-improvement that arises from any ones idea of good is merely an attempt to prove ones own superiority to others because we are locked into a delusion of relevancy we are life-loving beings who perceive themselves as alive when what we really are is the once-dead-waiting-to-die-again life is a brief transitional phase between never was and never will be again if the recognition of this truth destroyed morality then let morality be destroyed but I suspect that morality will survive for as long as men seek power and view themselves as the totality of the cosmos arrogance feeds ethics and morality to tell me that a man is ethical is to reveal that mans conceit I have no use for an ethical human being I am looking for those who, if they do good, it is the good of compassion I am looking for those who do not need a structure of tyrannies in order to govern themselves I am looking for the godless and the dogmaless

I dipped a quill into a fountain of poison And tattooed my biography to my flesh So that all people may read me and understand me But the more I have revealed, the less I have been comprehended Is this the fate of a man who speaks himself? Or does a worse fate yet await me? You are a coiled serpent, in a garden of ignorance, peddling knowledge Adam is naked and well hung and you want to suck his cock Eve is naked and full of lovely curves and you want to fuck her You are a serpent and you will peddle your fruit You are a serpent and you will peddle your fruit God doesnt care anymore God has moved on to a less ambitious project tech support no longer answers God is not dead, hes just working on other projects God is not dead, hes just working on other projects God is not dead, he just never existed But that doesnt mean we cant clasp out hands and waste our time droning on and on about our little problems as if hes going to hear and care and say YES MY CHILD. I HEAR. I CARE. STAY ON THE LINE WHILE I FIX YOUR LIFE. YOU ARE SPECIAL TO ME. I AM A LOVING GOD. tech support no longer fucking answers they never did they never did they Can we all agree that this isnt something we need to concern ourselves with?