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.

The Faceless Substance

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The concept, and the understanding, may fluctuate at certain times during any type of transition; regardless of what the circumstances may be. It is always customary to maintain an open mind; open mindedness is necessary for the student at all times. One may encounter specific ordeals when an explanation cannot be given, this is when seeing from within, and without will take place. The fortitude of one’s own mind is sacred, never allow anything to compromise the barriers, or the thought process within it. When the dealings with specific people are concerned, always remember these preserving words. Humanity has devolved into an animalistic, bottom feeding, cesspool, within its own demeaning, and defecating plight; intelligence, critical thinking, and individuality, no longer exist. It seems these virtues are not convenient for societies modern tech-consciousness. Society is slowly, and with certainty, losing its mind. Going out into society, sometimes feels as though a purge is about to begin. This is how the de-evolution process begins; slowly, lurking within constant absenteeism, steadily, precise, and thoroughly manipulative. Convenience and technology, are the seductive moments in between the rationalization of giving one’s mind over to the dehumanization process. Unlearning who, and what you are within your own life, seems to be the spectacle of our modern society. The humans are now in the process of completely severing the connection with other humans. The oral conversation is officially a lost artform, as the humans no longer have the ability to articulate their thoughts. Humans evolving with technology would not be considered an evolution, it would be considered an integration; a merging of two different types of consciousness: one designed by humans, the other designed by nature. What would the purpose be of integrating these two types of thought processes? Control? Control of what? Thought control. The only way thoughts can be controlled, other than through marketing and advertisements, would be to integrate technology into the human species. This would be the complete, and thorough advancement of thought control. Convenience is the seductive mistress, allowing all of this to pass. What did we ever do before technology and the internet? We lived; we actually lived our lives as humans were designed to. Most of the psychological and neurological disorders, which are now being diagnosed within people, is mainly acquired from exposure to the radiation, which is given off by these frequencies. The human DNA is slowly, over time, becoming fragmented, and weak because of this. There is nowhere within any city you can go, which you will not be exposed to these wave sub-frequencies. The human body is not designed to harmonize with these sub-frequencies. Of course, all of the independent studies, which have been done to show these frequencies are harmful; causing tumors, birth defects, DNA fragmentation, and much more, have all been suppressed. There is too much money being made; within it, and through it. Society will never go back to life without technology, or the internet. If anything, life will only grow to consume more and more, of whatever it is which is being sold to it. I am not anti-internet, or anti-technology; I am anti-anything, which is falsely advertised, or advertised within omission. Omission is the true backbone, the nucleus, the life-force, the DNA, of all marketing and advertisements. It is the faceless substance, and foundation, in which humanity has built itself upon.

From Behind Your Eyes

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It can only be tolerated for so long
That piercing feeling
That feeling you get in the back of your neck
It feels as though someone drove a flathead screwdriver into your occipital cavity
It is deep inside
You can feel the screwdriver moving around behind your eyes
It is trying to unscrew your mind from behind your eyes
It will not work
Your brain seems to be welded into your cranium
I have a blowtorch if you would like to borrow it

Deadening a Simple Way of Existing

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It is in those tiny pieces of time; those tiny pieces in between each long and dragged out second, those long and tedious seconds, which create the moments within living through a lie. They are just as painful, as they are life consuming. Too much of life has been consumed by these tiny pieces of time, which have dragged life out for far too long. It was not supposed to end this way, but it seems to be the only way I have ever known. It was never supposed to end this way; it was never supposed to end on me. There is a fist within me; clenching my insides tightly. I have been within the grip of this clenching for all of my existence, it seems to have been born within me, when I was birthed into this vibration. The clenching has been with me for so long I forget it is there, hiding within me; holding, tugging, gripping, tearing, molding me into what I have become. There is a special kind of safety, I have found within this special type of torture; a commonality, a familiarity, a deadening, a simply way of existing. I wound not necessarily call it a way of living, as much as I would call it an emotional and mental mummification of the spirit. This clenching has not allowed me to evolve beyond a certain point within my life; holding me back, pulling me down to the point of submersion. I drown within my inner thoughts, my speech, and my life within this deep, unbearable clenching submersion. I have learned over and over again to breathe without breathing. This is a life consuming task, which I have grown accustomed to dealing with. It will move on me, more and more each day, as this is how I have learned to overcome the clenching’s hold over me. Over the course of my lifetime, I have learned how to master the submersion. This is the true difference between you and I; the true difference between life and death. This is the life of the internal, as this is the death of the external. I have now mastered both life and death. I have now mastered the illusory material, and the non-cognitive external. I no longer allow the clenching to defeat me within my life, as I now swim within the black waters of its clenching darkness. Now, I am the clenching’s master; I own her darkness.

Darkness Shining Upon the Sun

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Shadows upon the records. Cyclical turns make the memories burn. Scarring the adorned flesh. Face-mask-mesh. Diseased air with a deadened stare. The density between you and I. Words of a craft. The witch’s talk. Words you have heard and adorned from your cradling. A child with wild aspiration. A woman with curves of devastation. Subtle lips. Caressing hips. Dips deep into my void. I am curious, mysterious, and intriguing that way. Guessing and blessing through life’s undressing. I know you know me. Strangers of an alternate reality. I know you know me. I am the darkness within your light. A satisfaction of infernal delight. Choices are made. Words are obeyed. Lives are slaved. Living life is the deconstruction of a skin trade. I know you know me. Thought of the records turning within your mind. Where did you go when you became lost within yourself? Another secret hiding place to feel safe within. Safety is the illusion you and I dream about every night. Alternate realities within alternate deities. Another secret and safe place to hide within. It is a secret you and I will never share with another soul, nor one another. I know your secrets, only because they are mine.

Grotesquely Visualized Misunderstandings

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These are the undeniable hands of creation. Of superstitions. Of maniacal retributions. The cleansing hands of purity and sterile sanctity. The battered hands of impunity. The dripping hands of piety. The filthy hands of revenge. Devouring the soul’s beloved enchantment. Another forgotten memory. Rotting. Seeping into obscurity. Delightful melancholy edibles. Dining and biting on the soul. One nibble. One bite. At a time. The only time you have left. Now. The present. It is not a gift. It is a necessity. Dwelling amongst the impure. Breathing within their faltered alternate reality. Their inept, bastardized version of a grossly, grotesquely visualized misunderstanding. You have now bear witness to the rest of your controlled life. Breathing right before your dismayed sights. Inebriating the blinded tranquility right before your very bloodshot eyes. This is another rendition of self-transformation in reverse. Conceptualized cannon fodder. The devolution of human morals and integrity. This is the abrasive awakening for the blackened soul. A control mechanism for the relentless. Undeniable defiance. Self-reliance. Control your own hands. Devouring suicidal machinations. Drinking the master’s snake oil, will no longer suffice. Your sacrifice has been served up for you. An encounter within the new world fodder. The paradise you have been lied to about. The truth kills the lies hiding within the eyes of bastards, deviants, psychopaths, and the black suits.