They have always looked at you funny. This is because “they” are reflections of your life’s mirror. It is a cycle of going and coming around. What is it exactly you are searching for? If it feels as though time is running out, this is because it is. Time is dead. The script has been written, as all you need to do is act it out in accordance with its guidelines. You are the creature double-feature. The anathema of time. Time has passed you by. Sadly, there may not be a future to purchase.
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Movements Forward
Do you ever think about where we’ll end up in the next couple of years? I think about it every single second of this waking life. We can make plans and goals for the future, yet life and circumstances will sometimes provide a metaphorical “cock-block”. Sometimes you just have to cock-block back. All obstacles were meant to be broken. It is important to not let anything or anyone obstruct your movements forward within life. All you have in life is this moment. The past no longer exists, as the future does not yet exist.
For the Rest of Your Life
This is where it begins. The rest of your life. The rest of your choices. This is when you are a witness. Of how the Control Machine silences the voices of humanity. The death throws of the living. While witnessing the sliced throats of the sharpened pendulum swinging. The citsinummoC thought process is thick within the ideology of the weak-minded and weak-willed sheeple. These are brain dead zombies who are not our equals. We must think for ourselves, as we are few and far between. We must become our own salvation, always camouflaged, and never seen.
Defeat the Disease
They will beat you and eat you, but only if you allow them to. Who are, “they” you ask? They, are the ones, who want to see you die. They are the ones, who want to see you laying bloodied and bruised 6 feet under. They are the ones who claim to be liberated, but in actuality they are corrupted mentally and emotionally. There is no cure for those who are diseased within the spirit and mind. Only you and I can defeat these diseased fucks.
Happiness
The only thing which brings a glimpse of happiness into my life is writing these blog posts.
Dead Gardens
I have played in the dead gardens of attention seekers before in the past. The ignorant who plant their futures in the dead gardens do not have much to offer, as there is even less to plant within the stench of its necrotic soil. I never could understand those who enjoy frolicking within the diseased soil these stench filled necrotic gardens provide for others to waste away within. There are many of the others who enjoy complaining about their tedious lives, as the defeat and rejection of life gives them something glorious to obsess about. I put all of my obsessions to death a long time ago, as I never could understand those who enjoy digging up dead memories from the past. One would think these others who enjoy the trivial obsessions which they create for themselves within their lives, is somewhat enjoyable and satisfies some type of dismal urge from deep within their empty souls. Surprisingly enough, this is how many of the others within this world live their lives. When I see them aimlessly walking the streets, they possess this curious look, which is floating solemnly within their lost eyes. It is as though life, and the way they live within it, is steadily strangling them from the inside out. This is not a bad way to be put to death if one does not know any better. These attention seekers are something else; aren’t they? Why the hell would they think you or I would have a care about them or their needless lives? I truly believe social media makes the others and their kindred sheeple, feel as though they are more important than what they really are. It is truly astonishing but mostly depleting, how these numbed-out, braindead social media enthusiasts believe their meaningless lives are actually important. Human life is not as valuable as many of the others believe it to be. If this was in fact the case, more of the others would place a higher value on life, especially their own.
G.G. Kalfas 