Those words of cyclical torture, which you constantly hear within the back of your mind, must be quite tedious to listen to when you and I engage in conversation. Inner dialogue has the capacity to be quite telling, and quite weighted; especially when you and yourself are the only ones who can hear the inner dialogue. I know you know me, just as I know you. I know you are a deep thinker; I can tell from your (anti)social media feed just how intelligent, philosophical, and profound you are. I am sure your thumb is exhausted from scrolling through all of the other deep thinkers posting their “profoundness” on social(ist) media. No, the others within your life do not “get” nor “understand” you, but I do. I know exactly who and what you are. No, I do not judge, but I do observe. Have you ever wondered why there are no more thinkers, such as: Aristotle, Nietzsche, Emerson, or Twain within the world? It mostly has to do with the fact that the majority of the lemmings within society, are quite comfortable not thinking for themselves, and prefer for social(experiment) media to do it for them. I know you are young, but yes; there was a time within our society when individuals (not followers, as followers will never lead), were rewarded for thinking for themselves. A time within human history did in fact exist, when being an individual profoundly meant something, and was looked upon with great reverence. In today’s world; one’s thumb gets more exercise than one’s mind. Think about that for a moment, if you have the capacity to actually think. I am beginning to come to the conclusion that you will never know me; simply because you have never taken the time to know yourself.
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Words Fly Away
One fragmented disillusion at a time. Can only handle one at a time. Systemic retribution is annihilated. Quietly annihilated. Creep into it softly. As soft as you can. One breath and one death at a time. The secret contained within the lie. Incantated words of deliberate creation. No use for binding. They will freely fly away. Words fly away. Doomed to relive your faded ways. Within death’s eyes is where you will stay. Give life to yourself. The inner midnight radiance of your glow. I have seen how you have no more to show. More than what you have the ability to contain. Another onset through the manipulated senses. This will give rise to a specific type of self-doubt. Never ending. Always manipulating your biological rehabilitation. The never-ending cycle of neurosis. A mental rehabilitation. Spiritual fascination.
A Lost Artform
These are the hands, which create the living understanding of what you and I have become. There is no other way for you and I to live within one another, other than complete and total annihilation of the way you and I used to live. This can be quite a devastating undertaking, even for the steel-minded types, such as you and I. I am my own internal and external, my own creation within the rotted devastation of society’s excrement. I am my own consciousness; my own reality. I am beginning to see into the depths of just how frivolous the external world of achievement truly is. Living one’s life, is quickly becoming a lost artform; an ancient language written in cuneiform. The sheeple within the external realm, lack the fundamental understandings, of what conscious and unconscious truly means within one’s creative processes. Yet, there are not many people within this realm, who know how to read cuneiform.
The Voodoo Industrial Komplex
When Death Becomes a Living Life
Swallow the hollow words. They will never understand anything you have to say. Knowledge before swine. The eyes deepen, withstanding the test of time. The meek will seek the weak, as the strong snap their spine in half. Speak your bleak thoughts. They will never understand anything you will ever think. In here, there is no need for them to. Kill them swiftly, before they kill you first. Suffocate them thoroughly, before they try to put a plastic bag over your head. Act as though you are becoming, so they will never see you coming. They will never understand anything you do. Your actions surpass the other’s functionality. They have an absolute inability to perceive your disposition; having been subjected to mental circumcisions. Blinded by ego, arrogance, and a hex, their six-pointed beliefs are trite. Trite does not equal right; only might does. Living their lives as sycophants. Just as they have since antiquity. Through the Æons, only time and technology will change. People never do. You can no longer see someone as you want them to be. You can only see them for how they truly are. This is how you learn about the others. This is how you learn about yourself. This is the true method concerning the ideals within life, and the transitional point when death becomes a living life.
(Become your own god, as not to become the sod, which another may use to fertilizes their garden with)
His Canine Companion
Animals, and the connection the humans have with them, can be unique and quite peculiar. I have witnessed many humans caring more for an animal they have no emotional connection to, as opposed to another human they have no emotional connection to. Why do you think this is? Is it the fact that many animals, such as dogs and cats, lack the ability to survive on their own, without the help of another human? Or is it the need to care for another living creature, which may not have any physical power to overcome you? As I was driving to work one morning; I witnessed a passerby walk over a homeless man, as the passerby was showing quite a concern for the homeless man’s scraggly, unhealthy looking canine companion. This nosey passerby inquired about the dog’s health, and if the dog had eaten that day, as the passerby only cared about the dog’s health, and thought nothing of the starving man lying on the pavement before him. Later that afternoon, I had a conversation with a female friend of mine about the passerby, homeless man, and his canine companion. This friend became enraged at the thought of the homeless man, or anyone else who was homeless, keeping a dog, as she thought this idea to be inhumane for any animal. She justified that the homeless man could not provide the proper settings the dog would need, in order to have the type of quality of life for this dog to “thrive” in the world. I find it interesting how the others care more about animals they cannot communicate with, as opposed to those they can. I guess that old saying is true: a dog is a man’s best friend. So, next time you hear another human being talking about how much they “care” for the others around them, and how they love being around people, and how they consider themselves a people person; it is important to remember they are more than likely full of shit.
G.G. Kalfas 