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.
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It is Your Sole (Soul) Responsibility
Life will leave you behind if you don’t keep up with it. It will leave you so far behind, you might never be able to catch up to it. Yet, there is hope! You don’t need to catch up to it, if you are in fact starting a new life; completely separate from the life which left you behind. That’s all you need to turn a frown upside down. The ones you thought would care don’t, and the ones who never cared still don’t: third verse same as the first. No one needs to care, as it is not their responsibility to do so. Only you need to care about yourself, as this is the greatest gift you could ever possess. It is your sole (soul) responsibility to care for yourself, to truly understand what self-reliance means within the depths of your internal nature. You are your gift, and fuck everything and everyone else.
Only the Present Can Be Manipulated
There is no such thing as a right or wrong decision- there is only the direction you move towards- that is it- that doubt- that second guessing yourself- it is all fake- just as this life we are supposedly living is- it does not exist- you just think it does- life is a dream you have not yet awaken from- the illusion of all allusions- the illusion of finding yourself recognizable- no one has ever recognized you- no one ever will- it would have already happened by now- if it was ever going to happen- it is true- you never know what tomorrow will bring into your life- how many todays have you lived, that were once tomorrows- so now you can see- it is the illusion within the allusion of the circumstances within your thought process- within your psyche- you can get down on yourself all you want- you can think about your past- the details you want to change within it- and all you know about today- it is all pointless- there is nothing which exists within your past, which is changeable- only the present can be manipulated- can be controlled- one can be folded into two- three- four- five- even six- it will sink low into you- but never allow it to go too low into you- you may never be able to get it out of your system- this is the way it works- all or nothing- the lack of not knowing- this is what will drive you insane- this is what will make you feel weak- insecure about yourself- just as it has always done to you within your decrepit lifetime- I never knew- or thought- life was going to be this way- there are mountains- forests- ravines- lakes- swamps- of regret within me- sometimes- I feel useless within myself- as though I have no power at all- always yelling at me- so fucking loud- it is another cycle of circumstance- I am ashamed of myself- the inability of not living my life the right way- not knowing how to live life- the lack of design- the welfare of it- I think it will all change tomorrow- it will all become better overnight- I have been waiting for this change for over 30 years- it does not look as though it is going to happen- I don’t mind- it does not seem to be my lot in this life to truly live- maybe tomorrow it will all be different- maybe tomorrow it will all change for me- maybe tomorrow I will learn how to let go of my internal damage- maybe tomorrow I will learn how to live- maybe tomorrow I will be able to allow all of the pains which are killing me to die- maybe tomorrow I will be able to accept myself- maybe tomorrow I will learn how to be alright with who and how I am- maybe tomorrow I will learn how to love myself-
Random Old Men
I know the light never wanted me here. When I go outside to lurk within the societal realm, I will usually spot an old man, quietly sitting by himself. This old man is distant from the others sitting around him, as though he wants nothing to do with them. With the intensity of his thoughts glowing within his eyes; he looks into the distance of time and space. This is the distance contained within the past, or the uncertainty contained within the near future. Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee alone, can be a relaxing moment within one’s life. This can also reveal the emptiness, which has been acquired over many decades from being alone within one’s life. When I see these random old men smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee alone, I know this is quite possibly what my future could look like. Confusion. Fight. Change. Want. Need. Touching. Feeling. Nothing. Not much. Nothing is random. Everything has purpose and meaning.
G.G. Kalfas 