The others are beginning to turn on one another. Their teeth are sharp, but their tongues are sharper. Yet, when one is face to face with one of these others; their actions are as dull as their personalities. Pure defectiveness. Pure waste of human potential. These others try to project strength with their sharpened language. Yet, they know they are the weakest wrung upon the ladder within the pecking order. This is why they are loud; thinking they can project strength. Conversely, they are only projecting their special blend of weaknesses. The others only turn on one another when there is a sense of lack within their atmosphere. When the others get priced out of being able to afford to survive, this is when they become mean, territorial, violent, and psychotic. Protect yourself with and by any means necessary.
Tag: creation
Those People
Have you ever taken the time to notice those people? You know the type I’m talking about. Perhaps, you yourself may be one of those types of people. The kind of people who are always so busy; creating as many distractions as possible within their mundane lives, in order to keep themselves distracted, as though their tedious distractions are going to solve all of their life’s problems. What a waste of time. Not the distractions, but the person distracting themselves from their life. Time is the most precious possession a human being can, or ever will possess. Why would one waste the precious time they are given within this life, by throwing it away watching TV, altering their consciousness through the vice of their chosen narcotics, or spending time with those who do not enhance their quality of life? How much time do you waste within your life, with the nonsense and bullshit which has no purpose within your life? Life does in fact become trickier, when you worry and focus upon everybody else’s business in the world, and not your own. This type of subversion is just another way for you to waste your time; creating a distraction from your life, which has absolutely nothing to do with you. What goal has ever been achieved, by focusing and distracting one’s attention towards external circumstances, which have absolutely nothing to do with them? Not one.
A Real Memento Mori
I use this life as a form of treatment. Everything and everyone surrounding you and I is a resource. Resources are meant to be used for our healings. It is important to recognize the catalysts within these resourceful healings. A need. A longing. A begging from someone wanting you to release them from their pain. I will use you as a specific form of treatment. Just as I have used so many others. The humans enjoy being used. This is their purpose within their mundane lives. Humans are to be used in every way imaginable. They are always begging me. Wanting to be the treatment I am seeking. A resource. A restraint. This is what allows the humans to feel purposeful. Being used for something, especially a treatment. The humans love to be treated less than. If they did not love it so much, they would never tolerate it. It is a rare occasion when I use someone else for a healing. I do not consider myself a psychic vampire. I consider myself a real vampire. The kind that will compel you; emptying your body of its vital essence. It can get messy. It always gets messy. Make accommodations. You will be my resourceful healing. Just for now. Tonight. When I am around. I will be with you soon enough. Draining a new life straight out of you. Creating a new life for you and I. Draining and drowning you. From within. From underneath. I am the real kind of pain. The kind which buries itself within your thoughts; crushing you and gushing you from the inside out. A real memento mori.
Inevitably
The anxiety might set in, as the nausea will soon make an appearance. One may ask themselves; is it worth it? No; it rarely ever is. One may also ask themselves; how did I get here? You unknowingly brought yourself here, or life quietly brought you to this arrangement, as there is usually a purpose and means for the unexplainable. Nevertheless, you are now here. The only way to heal this wound is to kill every last one of those mother fuckers. Not literally, but in the metaphorical sense (eye wink).
Fate From Above
Do you ever get that feeling, as though you are being tested by powers and/or forces greater than yourself? Or perhaps, you are experiencing specific circumstances and situations within your life, as though you are being initiated into a rebirth? I have experienced this type of specific predicament many times over within my life. It feels as though one is a passenger within their life, as attempting to control any type of direction being traveled towards, is grotesquely futile. There is a difference between destiny and fate. Do you know the difference? Then I will tell you: destiny is the part of one’s life, which one has decided for themselves. On the other hand, fate is the life part of one’s life, which the “Fates” have decided for them. (Believe it or not; Greek mythology is not mythology at all!) Meaning: when it seems one has no control over their life, there are forces other than yourself, which are invoking their will upon your life; guiding you to your rightful place within it. During the process of this kind of transition, one will not have the capacity to understand exactly what is truly occurring within their life. It is only when one has arrived within their rightful place, will they possess the full capacity to truly comprehend the metamorphosis, which took place within their life. Chaos is the equilibrium within the independence of one’s character and inner nature.
If you look closely upon the picture above, you will see the eagle in flight at the top of the canvas; guiding the people below him, to where they need to be within their life. Destiny exists within one’s heart. Fate exists within the consciousness of creation. The eagle is on of the totems of Scorpio, the sign of transformation, rebirth, life, and death. One must experience a death, in order to live a new life. Just as you and I do on a daily basis.
Life Crushed It.
The sweet moans of life being birthed. The confusion settles in, as the sweet moans are not so sweet. The moans are the crying screams of thoughts, goals, and aspirations being crushed; one at a time. Life has a curious way of encroaching itself upon you, and upon your very consciousness. Life has a sense of humor only it understands. Ha fucking ha. Cyclical. The silent laughter of pain, torment, and rage. I have gone deaf from the silence.
G.G. Kalfas 