Tag: dark philosophy

Dead End

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Dear, Tedious

A dead end is not dead, nor is it an end. It is usually alive, dripping with the fruition of a new beginning. Isn’t a birth a death within itself? Now, I know what you’re thinking. You foolishly think this random blog post is an open door, which leads directly into the depths of my psyche. As though after reading this post, you own the true foundation of what it means to understanding myself and the rest of my kind. A follower will never have the capacity to understand an individual. You and the rest of the promulgated sheeple think the same fucking thing, time and time again. Your rudimentary thoughts and ideals are laughable. I’m not laughing. I understand your desire to be the top peck in the pecking order. You know it’s all nonsense; right? Of course you do. I mean, you wouldn’t be reading this post if you didn’t. I know you’re smarter than the rest of them; the other sheeple you blindly follow. Your intellect knows no bounds, other than the bounds of your short-sided, closed-mindedness. I understand your desire to connect and to belong. I also understand that death could be a viable option for you, perhaps it is an activity or at least a hobby you should look into. Perhaps your mirror has been lying to you this entire time, or the truth is far too lethal for you to face alone. Either way, you’re fucked.

P.S.

Get a new mirror and stop looking at me.

Good Night.

The Way of Rotting

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This is when the creeping sets in. The slow dance of reality’s fracture. Noticeable to those who notice her enchantment. Beauty within the cracks of her tears. Drowning in the sorrows of the pleasures you have borrowed. Stolen. Mindlessness feeds the empathy, which the brain dead sheeple desire to feed upon. Craving. Slaving to see lies within their mirrored enchanted eyes. Group mentality is a slippery slope of fondue razor blades. Absolutely Delicious. The Grand Pyramid knows the truth; laughing as the brain dead and owned sheeple ignorantly graze. This is the way of sheeple; the way of rotting.

As They Softly Cry

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Another expectation unfulfilled
Murdered by the hands of disappointment
A swift steady killing
The let down of an unfulfilled expectation can be deafening
A loud inner scream no one will ever hear
The moment of tearing as the expectation is being unfulfilled
A constant reminder of how life can have a sense of humor
Can you hear the gods laughing aloud
As they softly cry within themselves
The shattered mirror is the unfulfilled expectation
The deathly denial of a false realization
Self-actualization is the true process of confirmation
A communion within an expectation
A slow steady dwelling within yourself
Now you know all of my secrets
Now you can hear all of my thoughts
Now you understand what my name means
Now you know me

This is the Game the Humans Created

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You hear it and see it all the time; in movies, books, television commercials, radio, online, everywhere: the world is not a safe place. The world is not a safe place, simply because people are not safe to be around. The world is fucked up, simply because people are fucked up. Everyone is trying to kill everyone, in some form or fashion; through any means available. Where is all of this coming from, or has it been here the whole time? It has been here the whole time, only now it is socially acceptable to be socially unacceptable. Fucking the other over is the name of the game of life. This is the game the humans created, not nature. Nature uses destruction to create, as humans use destruction to create profit; even if this means the destruction of all human life. What has made itself blatantly clear, is that no one cares about you, your life, or anything about you for that matter. You are not special or unique, all you are is a means to an end, for the real owners of this world. We are constantly being monitored every second of every day. We think we are having our own thoughts, but how many of our thoughts are actually are own? At every moment, we are bombarded with some type of propaganda. It is a never-ending regurgitation of forced-fed material, through a constant onslaught onto our senses. We are so used to it, we do not even notice it anymore. Our personal biorhythms, are being read, and detailed out, by all of the technology surrounding us. There will never be an end to it; this interpersonal invasion into our full being will continue to grow. This growth will eventually consume humanity, bringing about a new way of living life through a compartmentalization paradigm. Our daily lives, our personal relationship’s with other people, and the relationship we have with ourselves, are constantly being directly monitored by this invasion; all the time, every day, all day long.