Tag: consciousness

Fully. Completely. Thoroughly.

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The deep chasms keep burning their thoughts into my soul. Another leftover for a new remembrance. They are always the same. Bitter. Bloody. Breakable. Gnawing deeply into the marrow. Drink of the sweet juices contained within their thoughts. I enjoy feasting upon their forgotten memories. Their old remembrances. My new pleasure. A toy to break at my convenience. A life to take to the grave. A secret to nourish into extinction. The slopes of the female form. The devastation I can provide for them. Traumatizing their embodiment. Fully. Completely. Thoroughly.

Where Are You From?

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Gretings!

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G.G. Kalfas

The Way We Are

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A senseless act of consciousness. A random thought within the many sub-levels. This is when it fucks with you. Those little mindfucks seem to follow you and I around, no matter where we seem to go. A deliberate act of consciousness. Create the circumstances, which allow the blinding and deafening images to surface from within. It is not the circumstances which are lethal, but the tag-alongs and piggybacks which also surface along with it. That my friend, that is the true death, which supports the mindfucks spinal column. Another broken vertebrae. The invertebrates always seem to creep up on you and I. This is probably why you and I are the way we are.

Sacrifice for the Greater Good

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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

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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.