I know the light never wanted me here. When I go outside to lurk within the societal realm, I will usually spot an old man, quietly sitting by himself. This old man is distant from the others sitting around him, as though he wants nothing to do with them. With the intensity of his thoughts glowing within his eyes; he looks into the distance of time and space. This is the distance contained within the past, or the uncertainty contained within the near future. Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee alone, can be a relaxing moment within one’s life. This can also reveal the emptiness, which has been acquired over many decades from being alone within one’s life. When I see these random old men smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee alone, I know this is quite possibly what my future could look like. Confusion. Fight. Change. Want. Need. Touching. Feeling. Nothing. Not much. Nothing is random. Everything has purpose and meaning.
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Life is Filled with Human Waste
A physical love letter from your life; addressed to whom you have now become. A child’s hands are delicate and inquisitive. These curious qualities slowly rot away, as we carelessly enter through life’s threshold. Never again will we experience such definitive wonder, questioning, or certainty. Do you really think it is that important to experience these qualities? At certain times, yes; but these times are not sufficient enough to bring forth the inadequateness of an underlying longing for death. It is important to fulfill your nightmares, so the glares of the daylight will fade away into the obscurity, which is your wasted life. Perhaps a wasted life is not necessarily a waste. What is the defining point of not wasting one’s life? Monetary gains? Owning property? Something material and tangible? None of that external waste means anything within these pages. You should know that by now. I consider a life to be wasted, when one lives their life for another, and not for themselves. Life is filled with human waste such as this. Life is only a waste, if you use your time not following your inner guidance. Most of the others are stuck living in survival mode, never finding a way to follow their inner guidance, as many of these others do not know of its existence.
L.C.G.
The days are now blending into one another, just like you and I once did.
Necrotic Whispers
It is as delicate and solitary, as the night is dark and indulgent. My mind. You have prodded at it enough. Callused membrane. Futility exists, when trying to comprehend its contents. There is no use to indulge yourself within the realms of honesty and purity. There are no thoughts for you to reflect upon, or to bathe within. The sweet sad notes of your voice; lingering and tingling within the shards of broken glass you swallowed. There is no future here for you to dwell within. There only exists the past of consecrated misfortunes and prior devastations, which will only know your broken words and thoughts, for your consideration. The tingling of shattered nerves, seem to scratch and itch within themselves. Ready to ignite the soulmates and the soul’s fates. You were speaking empty words, with a native tongue, within the singularity of tempting the masses. Your people. Sweating and wetting upon your unguarded fleshy mind. A doormat for strangers to walk over. Welcome. Come on in. Make yourself at home. The song within your beaten heart, will never be sung nor heard. The stinging within your words, will forever linger upon your dripping tongue. Another shattered and lathered bedtime story. Waiting for me to tuck you in; tucking you back into your coma. Time flies when you are unconscious, as this is the best way to travel. Dead weight as carry-on luggage. Dead weight for others to carry-on. An inconsideration you will always consider. I can hear your necrotic whispers in my ears. You thought they would sound sexy in my ears. My ears have heard it all.
Humanities Downfall
I referred to them as those unidentifiable cravings. You know; those specific desires one may have to go out into the world, and simply live within it. How does one go out into the world to live within it, when there no longer seems to be any type of emotional connection to it whatsoever? The disdain for the external is becoming more and more difficult to live with. It is as though I am watching the humans larping through their daily lives. Authenticity seems to have perished, along with any type of morals and ethics, which the majority of humans possessed at one time during their evolution. Yeah, you’re right; the humans never did have much to do with morals and ethics. Yes; it does seem as though humanity is simply a slideshow of narcissistic buffooneries; maintaining some type of equilibrium through finding importance with everything in life, which really does not have any type of importance associated to it. Do you think this is the new humanity; the final evolution of the human race? Yeah, but, how did we go from Aristotle to social media influencers? Yeah, you’re right; larping was humanities downfall.
Dark Auras
Sifting within the glistening sin. Hands bound without a sound. Disdain for the profound and profane. There is nothing else sweeter than the putrid embrace of your pain. Release the deceased living from within. Bury the dead with the rest of the words, which have already been said. A new Aeon arrives, as it can see thorough your illusory disguise. Embrace the dark aura of wilted indolence, as this will be the only way you will find your internal independence. Words can be enchanting, but your Death can be more hypnotic. Yet, life has a way of becoming lost within one’s created chaotic. A Dark Aura, is a gift from the Universal. Unfortunately, many of the others, treat life as though it was some type of preparational rehearsal. I can assure you; it is not. This is it. This is all you have, as this is all you are, within this brief moment of your life. If it gets better, or if it gets worse; it is solely up to you. Now fuck off.
