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FTW
I was standing in line for the cashier at the hardware store waiting to check out. I could see the gray-haired older man, whom was in line in front of me; outside in front of the store, struggling with his bicycle cart. His bicycle cart was somewhat reminiscent of a rickshaw, in the Orient. Instead of using the bicycle to transport travelers from one destination to the next, this man had his entire life within the back of his three-wheeled bicycle cart, umbrellas and all. I watched and listened to this man, as he was cussing at the tire, and the cart which it was supposed to be attached to. This is when I noticed the jailhouse tattoo on his left shoulder: FTW (fuck the world). This FTW tattoo, covered the entire top part of his hairy, wife beater t-shirt wearing, sunburned shoulder. I could tell the tattoo was done with a shaky hand, as the outline went from thick to thin, and back to thick, within each letter, which comprised the eloquent: FTW. It was not bad quality for India ink, and a G string from a guitar, as it was probably the best that type of quality could provide, given the circumstances. As I watched this grey-haired older man, continuously struggle to change one of the back tires of his cart, I could still hear this man cussing from inside of the hardware store. I could not help but think; I guess he didn’t fuck the world, the world fucked him. Life has a way of doing that.
To Control You
Can you feel it? It is the feeling of the Great Reset. This is what the winding feels like. Gnawing. Chewing. Ripping. Turning your insides out; all within your mind. This is achieved with a subversive assault that would make Joseph Goebbels cringe. Bloodlust is sanctified; harboring power and control for your mind and your fear. Thoughts of fear; the quintessential collapse. Yes, it is the great mind killer; drooling for more. Tasting the doubt and fear within the air you breathe. Another one of life’s spasms; a fight for your soul to feast upon. This was always the goal; denial, fear, and control. The wrapping paper for your life’s gifts. Another defamed assault to live and breathe within your thoughts. A systematic shutdown for your mind, and your soul. Sadly; you never did mind, for the others to control you.
Dig Deeply
Another hand gripping the throat. A perplexing ideology for those who can breathe. Breath gives life meaning. We give so many things specific meanings from which their is no resonance of it from within. 99% of what someone says to you, has absolutely nothing to do with you. How is it you are responsible for the way another reacts to you? You are not. Only they are. This is the sound of the sheeple’s march. You are responsible for the thoughts, feelings, and compliance of the sheeple. Not really, but in their eyes you are. Break them fully, slowly, and steadily. Plant and grow your seeds deep within their subconscious; allowing these seeds to sprout unbeknownst to them. When they force and pervert their ideologies onto you, this is the best time to plant your seeds. Let them understand in great detail, what a hand around the neck truly tastes like. Dig deeply.
Sacrifice for the Greater Good
Dear Pacifist,
Is this what you wanted; another circumcision for your mind? Pretty soon, you will not have anything left for the others to mutilate. It’s nothing new to you. Familiarity has always been a companion of yours. Sacrifice for the greater good, disdain, and complying with authoritarian daydreams, seems to be the movement for the sheeple towards attaining the golden star- a recognition of social status among the façade of the posers you crave to be like. How does it feel; not having enough vertebrae to stand erect? Unfortunately for you, there is no pill to ingest for that type of erectile dysfunction. I was wondering if you could help me understand; when exactly did spiritual and mental weakness become something to strive for? It seems the majority of the sheeple have succumbed to the diamonds contained within the undertow of subversion. How many of the sheeple do you think actually know what the word subversion actually means? Not one of them, as I see them living it every day of their life.
Hidden from the Rest of the World
The night after Halloween is always thickened with life. The living nights transcend into dead dying days. These are the days when they come to visit you and I. You are usually not prepared for them, but I always am. I know exactly what they want; exactly what they are looking for. They are looking for the secrets you are keeping safely hidden from the rest of the world; they are looking for my soul, as this is what I have always kept safely hidden from the rest of the world. Externalized torture can sometimes act as a safety net for those who are inexperienced; unlike you and I. We are masters of our craft, an exhibition of experience and excellence. Flesh is easy to slice away from the body; far easier than it is to slice those wretched memories from one’s fragmented mind. Slice away.
G.G. Kalfas 