When strength and curiosity collide; this is when you know your time is up. The early hours are usually the most honest hours; containing the thoughts that would not dare to allow one to sleep. Hunger. Nausea. Ridicule; all burning a hole in your stomach. A fire that will burn you alive. A type of scarring a skin graft will never be able to cover. The rage acts out on behalf of your past; erasing, or at least trying to erase, every defeating memory within your thought process, which burns you alive. The Phoenix. The only ashes I have seen, are the ashes from my cigarettes. Breathe it in deeper. Choke on the aroma. Allow the bliss to settle deep within the burn. Be the fire, which burns you alive. Be your inner yearning.
Author: ggkalfas
G.G. Kalfas is an American born author and publisher. He is also the noted author of many books, which encompass his experiences within life and death, as these experiences are displayed through the subject matter of his short stories. His intention for writing these books, is to display the importance of philosophy and psychology, as they play an integral part of the development contained within the experience of the human condition. Within his development, G.G. was compelled towards music, poetry, art, philosophy, and psychology. He was also the lead guitarist in a Houston based metal band, as well as the owner of an underground art gallery. He now spends his time writing about the darkness within the human expression, while exploring the hidden knowledge contained within the depths of life, death, and what may or may not exist beyond human consciousness.
Natural Selection?
Considering their circumstances, it can be quite exhausting and tediously straining; dealing with the others, and their trivial thoughts, feelings, and emotions. Why on Earth would they think you or I would actually care about their personal holocausts? Who gives a fuck about them, or their internally shattered emotional states. One of the grand hallmarks of the others being in therapy, or undergoing some type of psychiatric treatment, is fiercely contained within their inner compulsion, their undying need to core-dump and completely unload all of their thoughts, feelings, emotions, and the contents of their emotionally unstable mentality and emotions onto those around them. Fuck that! These types of others should be killed immediately: upon sight and contact. Consider this the truest form of social justice. It is easy to understand how this is the real type of social distancing. Six feet apart? Try six feet under. I am the ultimate healthcare provider, the other type of HMO. I am the truest form of a self-help realization. I am the strongest pillar of this community, in the truest sense of the word. I can be defined as the ultimate outreach program; helping those who were never able to help themselves. If you are not able to survive in a world, which is designed to take your life; why should we allow technology to interfere with natural selection? We definitely should not.
Sinking Yourself Into Me
This is where we have always loved to play. Deep within your blackened mind. Those thoughts you are having right now at this very moment, they are not yours; they are mine. You can’t fool me, let alone yourself. You can say anything you like to me, but you and I will always know the truth. There is nothing you can hide from me. I see everything you try to live within. Those words, the clothing, that job, and that pathetic dripping life you so desperately keep clinging to, only weigh you down. Sinking yourself into me. I am a gluten for another’s punishment. I love to see the pain surface within another’s glossy eyeballs. Their eyes become so big; their lids are unable to keep them covered.
Recognized and Glorified
The failure to circumvent any type of diseased situation, could be quite devastating to the body energy field. To even be in close proximity to a diseased situation, could in fact be costly to one’s sacred energy. There are many types of people, who do in fact drag their tedious and belligerent undertakings, around with them wherever they travel to. This is how they showcase their life’s trophies to everyone they come into contact with. It is a devastating double-feature, with many script rewrites, and a cast of utterly and grotesquely disgusting sheeple. This is how many of the others display their personal anathema to the society they so desperately desire to impress. Yet, when given the full attention any neurosis deserves; the sheeple will utilize and exploit their life’s problems and failures, in order to bond with other like-minded damaged sheeple. This seems to be a tradition, which many of the others celebrate on a daily basis. The sheeple desire to be recognized and glorified for their pain, as though there is some type of bountiful treasure to be obtained by showcasing their personal anathemas, as though the ones around them honestly and sincerely care. Other sheeple do not care about other sheeple; they never have and they never will. Simply because one chooses to self-medicate themselves into a self-indulging stupor of self-importance, is reflective of just how much this other, truly does not know themselves. It is also reflective of how little of a desire exists, in order for this other to face the truth of their internal nature; hiding deep within their internal core.
Circumvent the Initial Response
This is when the stinging thorn of a dark cold Winter, will stick itself deep into your Common Carotid Artery. One must ultimately circumvent the initial response, and come to understand that what is being felt is actually hereditary. This is a father’s negligent and unloving gift to a lost son; a lost son searching for himself within the life-numbing pain of the stinging thorn, which is contained within the dark of a cold Winter. There are times when you will feel an internal itching, as though what you are experiencing is coming from deep within your inner core. There are also times when that internal itching, is not part of your internal core, as it has been grown from within you, not of your own accord. This internal itching, is actually of a hereditarian disposition. This internal function, may feel as true to you, as you feel true to yourself, but this is the subtle illusion of a hereditarian trick being played out deep within your consciousness. There may be times when you instinctually may feel to act, or think of acting in a specific way. Yes; one will usually be reactive in a specific way, in accordance to their specific life experiences and thoughts processes. Yet, there is a good chance this could be another hereditarian trick being played out upon the consciousness. Your personal reactiveness, a specific thought, or the internal dialogue you may have, could in fact be that of a father, mother, or possibly even an ancestor would have had. In actuality, there is no real way to tell the difference between the two. There are special disciplines, which one could perform, in order to break away from any type, or any residual hereditarian behavioral patterns. The first and foremost important step one would need to explore, is the exploration of one’s true inner self. The inner rawness contained within one’s self, may in fact be the rawest and most difficult process they may ever endure. A tremendous amount of inner strength is needed, in order to accomplish this endeavor. For most people, this can be a terrifying act of self-exploration, as they will spend the rest of their lives wanting to follow through within exploring themselves, yet lacking the initiative and inner strength needed in order to do so.
Life’s Harshest and Truthful Realizations
Reactiveness. This is the easiest and quickest way to get to know someone. How someone reacts to the uncontrollable, is the perfect measuring tool to gauge their inner strength. Most of the others will fold under any type of pressure, as they are inept to think independently, as they lack any type of capacity for critical thinking. It really is not their fault, as in today’s world, survival skills are not taught in any type of learning or education facility. One must learn how to survive life on their own. I never could quite understand how so many of the sheeple think it is the responsibility of another for them to survive in this world. You are probably wondering; what exactly do I mean by survival skills? I am referencing these types of skills in everyday situations. I find that artistic/ creative individuals, will usually be more adaptable, when it comes to the great uncertainty contained within the uncontrollable cycle of life. It is actually quite sad; watching these types of absentminded sheeple, scurrying hopelessly, as they rummage around within their life. There is a part of me that wants to show them the way, in order to help them. There is also another part of me that wants to watch them sink and drown in their very own emotional holocaust. This subtle aspect of exhibitionism, is simply the sadistic part of my personality, slowly coming out to examine the feeble-minded sheeple in their natural habitat. I believe everyone lives their own life within their created mental comfort zone. For some of the sheeple, they will usually have an extraordinarily difficult time, when discovering for themselves, life’s harshest and truthful realizations. This truth will be abrasively revealed to these sheeple, as they fight for their lives to deny it. The lies they have been told throughout their ignorant lives, are far too thick to spread open; unable to see how the truth has been hiding underneath this whole time. I find it interesting how so many of the sheeple will fight to believe the lies they have been told, rather than let go of all falsities, and realize the actualities arising from within their body energy fields. I also find it interesting how beliefs are also hereditarily passed down from one generation to the next. Some of the others realize these their beliefs are false, as the remedy these false narratives by completely releasing them from their internal consciousness. For others, they will maintain their implanted beliefs and narratives for posterity. Why do these others seem to think there is some type of redemption, living a life filled with pain and suffering? This answer would be better left for the crime scene investigators, as neither you or I could answer this question.
G.G. Kalfas 