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.
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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.
Dead End
Dear, Tedious
A dead end is not dead, nor is it an end. It is usually alive, dripping with the fruition of a new beginning. Isn’t a birth a death within itself? Now, I know what you’re thinking. You foolishly think this random blog post is an open door, which leads directly into the depths of my psyche. As though after reading this post, you own the true foundation of what it means to understanding myself and the rest of my kind. A follower will never have the capacity to understand an individual. You and the rest of the promulgated sheeple think the same fucking thing, time and time again. Your rudimentary thoughts and ideals are laughable. I’m not laughing. I understand your desire to be the top peck in the pecking order. You know it’s all nonsense; right? Of course you do. I mean, you wouldn’t be reading this post if you didn’t. I know you’re smarter than the rest of them; the other sheeple you blindly follow. Your intellect knows no bounds, other than the bounds of your short-sided, closed-mindedness. I understand your desire to connect and to belong. I also understand that death could be a viable option for you, perhaps it is an activity or at least a hobby you should look into. Perhaps your mirror has been lying to you this entire time, or the truth is far too lethal for you to face alone. Either way, you’re fucked.
P.S.
Get a new mirror and stop looking at me.
Good Night.
The Way of Rotting
This is when the creeping sets in. The slow dance of reality’s fracture. Noticeable to those who notice her enchantment. Beauty within the cracks of her tears. Drowning in the sorrows of the pleasures you have borrowed. Stolen. Mindlessness feeds the empathy, which the brain dead sheeple desire to feed upon. Craving. Slaving to see lies within their mirrored enchanted eyes. Group mentality is a slippery slope of fondue razor blades. Absolutely Delicious. The Grand Pyramid knows the truth; laughing as the brain dead and owned sheeple ignorantly graze. This is the way of sheeple; the way of rotting.
The Temporary Satisfaction of Permanence
Everything which exists cannot be considered permanent; all of creation, and everything contained within it is temporary. Absolute temporariness, is what each and every one of us is living our life paradigm through. Once this realization has been accepted within our psyche, life will be much easier to accept, and to live through. The distraction of permanence, has the ability to be mind altering. Everything can seem permanent, through a specific circumstance; yet permanence does exist, but only through to a specific point in time. This point in time is what creates the temporary satisfaction of permanence. The obsessiveness we feel to get things right, the perfectionist mindset, obsessive compulsive, and the nonchalant mindset, are all aspects of a temporary paradigm. What is in fact considered in getting something right? Does right or wrong truly exist? When time is involved, right or wrong do not exist. Perfection will never be achieved, simply because we as humans do not have a concept of what true perfection really is. We can glimpse into our minds, thinking that we know, yet we really do not. There is a systematic breakdown, which should be considered at this time; as all humans live through a lie paradigm. Our lives, the made-up concepts of it, and the beliefs we have, are all false. Not one of us knows the true identity of our purpose as a race here on this planet. The theories about it started at the moment the first sub-humans figured out how to communicate with one another. This is a paradox humanity as been trying to solve since the very beginning. It is a very strange concept when you really think about it. Think about how technologically advanced our society is, yet we as humans have not evolved that far from the caveman. A large part of the human species is still very much primitive; in word, thought, and deed. I do not see the human species evolving as much as I have been witnessing it devolve back into the caveman mindset. Is it a possibility technology has actually enabled the human species, reverting the species backwards into a semi-primitive lack mindset and behavioral patterns? What others do for us, we forget how to do for ourselves. As technology does for us, we forget how to do for ourselves. For the most part, technology now thinks for most of the human species. Technology will eventually induce the murder of the most fundamental aspect of being a human being; the lost artform of critical thinking, all the while maintaining the passive integrity of your own mind.
