It’s here. Breathing. Living. Within your inner cavities. Dead again. Silence within the surfacing. A dystopian undertaking. Another mindfuck. You will be silenced, or put to death. Which would you prefer? Both are the same. There’s no difference between a lie and false freedom. Both will deceive your inner and outer sights. Can you see yourself living within another’s lie? Neither can I.
Tag: conformity
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.
Imposter Syndrome
When another reveals their true self, their true intentions to you; this is when you are finally able to see the real person hiding behind the mask, which is worn and displayed to society. Instinctively, you knew their truth all along; only now, your instincts have fully been validated. Everyone wears a mask, yet you and I do not feel the need to portray another truth to the world, which is not in alignment to the truth of our inner nature. There are so many of the others within this society, who chronically suffer from imposter syndrome. You know, I do not feel sorry for these sad fucks, as their life truly is their punishment. Do you think they fully understand just how pathetic they are? I think they do, as this is why they suffer from imposter syndrome. Why do you think so many people lack the fundamental capacity to be themselves or to think for themselves? I believe they feel that society (and/or the grotesque world of social media) will not accept them for who, how, and what they truly are. But most importantly, I believe these sad human specimens simply do not accept themselves for who, how, and what they are within the truth of their inner nature. Maybe if these others accepted themselves and their true inner nature, they would not feel the need to be something they are not. Why do you think it is that society promotes self-unawareness? Leave me a comment below and let me know.
G.G.
The People Pleasers
The weakness within the others, will naturally lack the kinetics needed to manifest any type of creative character trait through volition alone. This is why the others, are so easily mailable to become good little controllable worker bees; falling in line, before the line severs their outstretched necks from their in-line body’s. I watch as these people pleasers fall in line; killing themselves within their actions, seeking acceptance from those who are also seeking acceptance. This impending rejection they so cunningly and desperately shun, is ever present; breathing over their boney shoulder, lurking within every dark corner, and hiding amongst everyone they will ever come into contact with. There will never be a relief from the unchained vanity dwelling within their weakness. These are the crude and idle projections of indolence, which these others have aspired to seek out within their debilitating desires.
I Know You Do
It is these hollow mornings that will definitely eat you alive. In one solid bite. In one solid swallow. Those softly creeping footsteps you keep hearing coming from behind you, those footsteps are the sound of uncertainty coming to pay you a visit. An old friend who would like to remind you of your life and of your past. As though you do not have enough remnants of your past haunting you on a daily basis, uncertainty wants to make sure you absorb it fully, wholly, and completely. All of it. Every tiny morsel. Family and friends are also laughing at you. They never could understand your thought process, let alone anything which makes you who you are. The voices are grading and intruding upon one’s consciousness; violating the serenity wanting to bloom from within. No one could ever understand me, but I know you do. At least you act as though you do.
Contaminated
This is where you and I depart. You portrayed yourself to be something and someone you are not. Another illusion within your childish confusion. Maturity, depth, and substance, are character traits you are incapable of possessing. What you do not know, and will probably never know. Me. You simply never took the time to peer beyond the hair. The jacket. The personality. The soul. I do not blame you, as it is not your fault. You were groomed to live this kind of life. Your parents, social media, and the propaganda of “Toxic Masculinity” has brainwashed you, along with 95% of the other sheeple within this global society. You cannot seem to find the term in the dictionary. Depth and consideration were never strong character traits within you. A selfish disposition is your body armor. The new normal. The new way of living your life. One. Day. At. A. Time. One childish fantasy at a time. Another death from childhood, which keeps your ideologies fresh and clean. You have been contaminated by everything you have thought was healthy for you. That type of death will slowly and steadily seep into every part of your being. This is why you will never know the depths contained within me.
G.G. Kalfas 