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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.

The Temporary Satisfaction of Permanence

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Everything which exists cannot be considered permanent; all of creation, and everything contained within it is temporary. Absolute temporariness, is what each and every one of us is living our life paradigm through. Once this realization has been accepted within our psyche, life will be much easier to accept, and to live through. The distraction of permanence, has the ability to be mind altering. Everything can seem permanent, through a specific circumstance; yet permanence does exist, but only through to a specific point in time. This point in time is what creates the temporary satisfaction of permanence. The obsessiveness we feel to get things right, the perfectionist mindset, obsessive compulsive, and the nonchalant mindset, are all aspects of a temporary paradigm. What is in fact considered in getting something right? Does right or wrong truly exist? When time is involved, right or wrong do not exist. Perfection will never be achieved, simply because we as humans do not have a concept of what true perfection really is. We can glimpse into our minds, thinking that we know, yet we really do not. There is a systematic breakdown, which should be considered at this time; as all humans live through a lie paradigm. Our lives, the made-up concepts of it, and the beliefs we have, are all false. Not one of us knows the true identity of our purpose as a race here on this planet. The theories about it started at the moment the first sub-humans figured out how to communicate with one another. This is a paradox humanity as been trying to solve since the very beginning. It is a very strange concept when you really think about it. Think about how technologically advanced our society is, yet we as humans have not evolved that far from the caveman. A large part of the human species is still very much primitive; in word, thought, and deed. I do not see the human species evolving as much as I have been witnessing it devolve back into the caveman mindset. Is it a possibility technology has actually enabled the human species, reverting the species backwards into a semi-primitive lack mindset and behavioral patterns? What others do for us, we forget how to do for ourselves. As technology does for us, we forget how to do for ourselves. For the most part, technology now thinks for most of the human species. Technology will eventually induce the murder of the most fundamental aspect of being a human being; the lost artform of critical thinking, all the while maintaining the passive integrity of your own mind.

A Sorrowful Regret

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A memory of lost regret/ her hands were filled/ her hands and needs were not met/ a sorrowful regret/ chains are the veins of the soul/ regarded less than what we can hold/ cute little blonde-haired boy/ a new present for me/ my toy/ I did not leave out the mother/ a daughter to you/ cries with no goodbyes/ hopeless sighs/ within her thighs/ I will treasure both of them/ as they were my own/ I will show them true love/ a love they have never known/ desire/ creation/ pain/ the Expression/ all is filled within the light/ the
darkness knows not/ the horror which will be within your sight/ a love poem/ from me/ to you/ the one and only true love/ your family ever knew…

BIRTH LIFE MURDER

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BIRTH LIFE MURDER, is an invocation of poetry, philosophies, and short stories, which pertain to the unfolding circumstances within our lives. We are born into this world, we live through our life, and sometimes we murder parts of ourselves in the process. All men are created equal, but not all men live equally. Staying true to one’s own ideals and life’s purpose, will be violently ripped away, if an unrelenting hold to them is not maintained. Do you remember who you really are? Did you lose your identity meandering down your life’s path? In order to understand life, you must first understand its language. How long can you live not knowing who or what you are? How long can you meander through your life until you realize your truth? What will it take for you to become your truth?