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Undertows

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Words have undercurrents, or undertows you could say. Contained within these underlying depths; this is where the true intentions, the true meaning of that in which is being communicated and inhabits. This is also where the fragmented deaths you have experienced within your life go to live and breathe. Nothing is permanent, as life, and everything contained within it are temporary. Finding peace within yourself (within your words) is the only peace you will find within your waking life.

All we need to do is think for ourselves properly; never allowing external forces to propagandize our thought process. Many “people” within our current civilization, do not have the capacity to properly think for themselves, as they are strangers to the critical thinking aspect of their mentality. For the majority of “people” this aspect of their mentality does not exist. These “people” become confused when they hear words they do not understand; moreover, they become more confused when the definitions of words they use have been suddenly changed. Words are used today, in which their definitions do not belong to them. Change the words and definitions of the “people”; you change the way the “people” think. This is the Control Machine’s undying purpose and goal. To control one’s thought, is to control one’s very own soul.

Returning our mind’s ownership to ourselves, is probably the most important act you will ever endure within this lifetime. The majority of “people” no longer enjoy thinking for themselves, as they prefer to be guided, and ultimately told why, what, and how to think. For the majority of “people”, they no longer see the purpose, or find any type of need to think for themselves. It’s okay, let the Control Machine think for you. By doing so, the Control Machine will comfort you with all of the mental anguish you have always longed for. When one accepts mental laziness, one ultimately accepts mental death within themselves.

Self-Reliance

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Henry Rollins once said, “…all you have is yourself and your mind…” Over the course of my lifetime, I have come to understand just how true that statement is. Self-reliance within itself, is truly the only tangible grasp one can feel within their lives, as one is holding on to their nonconformist ideologies. In case you were wondering, I have never been able to depend on anyone within this lifetime; let alone trust anyone for that matter. All you can trust is one’s nature, and how they will live their life in accordance to their nature. Resourcefulness, nonconformity, volition, and self-reliance are the traits of an individual, who will only know success within their lifetime. Compliance = Death. Not necessarily a physical death, but the death of your consciousness. Remember that.

Don’t You Find it a Little Difficult?

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Empathic fucks. Many of the others locked themselves away, as they were life-threateningly afraid of the cove. Spending some quiet time alone, needlessly isolating themselves away from the world, made them an empath. Everyone is now an empath. Also, everyone is now punk rock; sporting their multi Kool-Aid colored hairstyles. I remember when being an empath and punk rock, actually meant something. It was a statement of defiance; coloring your hair pink, blue, or green. Now, I see middle-aged men and women, and older; rocking the Kool-Aided hair trends. Honestly, I couldn’t give two shits, how any of the sheeple want to live their lives. My issue is that the Kool-Aided hair, is yet another symbol of how the mindless follow the mindless; following some ridiculous trend, simply because it is in. There exists a purpose and meaning contained within punk rock. When grandmothers are sporting Kool-Aided hair, this is when punk stops being punk. Punk is a huge “Fuck You” to the establishment. Don’t you find it a little difficult to say Fuck You, to the enterprises you so desperately promote and provide income to? Of course not; you’re a fucking empath. Why would you take anything into consideration? This is why punk is dead; pieces of shit such as yourself killed it off a long time ago. Tell me empath; what are my vibrations communicating to you right now? No. That is not anger, nor hostility you are “feeling”. What you are feeling is the fear pouring forth, coming from within you. You know your claims of being an empath are false, as this too is another trend hidden within the nouveau normal. I know you want to belong. I know being part of a group or a tribe is extremely important to you. But you have lost yourself within seeking the acceptance of other sheeple such as yourself. Don’t blame me for your childhood, I wasn’t there. Whatever daddy issues you have, they are yours to work out. And believe me; your tribe couldn’t give two shits about you or your issues for that matter. This is the main reason so many of the sheeple such as yourself seek acceptance; they know the others do not care about them or their issues, but they keep searching, as they hope to find other sheeple who will.

Living it Wrong

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There is no need to withdraw any longer. I always ask myself, “Why did they leave me?” They left because it was time for them to depart from me. It was time for me to depart from them. Purpose. They no longer served mine, as I no longer server theirs. Lack of purpose A mutual rescission. Growth is the most important type of growth. A hand that gives and takes. Sometimes it may seem it takes too long, but the hand is never late. Fate is always on time for you and I. To be completely transparent, I did not want them around, nor in my life any longer. They were all dead weight; complaining, nagging, and moaning albatrosses. Dead fucking weight. Bleeding dead weight. What a waste of a human life. At least it’s theirs and not mine. Imagine living through their fucked up, delusional, non-sensical bullshit of a life. All of that self-hatred focused upon yourself, and the people pleasing mentality, you would succumb to and endure throughout the rest of your life. Fuck that! Now I know why they self-medicate and alter their consciousness on a daily basis. It is simply a means to survive within a life they no longer want to live, as they never could find any meaningful purpose within it. When you hear one of them complaining about complaining, this is how these others will reveal themselves to you. If life is something you find yourself want to escape from, you are more than likely living it wrong.

From Behind Your Eyes

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It can only be tolerated for so long
That piercing feeling
That feeling you get in the back of your neck
It feels as though someone drove a flathead screwdriver into your occipital cavity
It is deep inside
You can feel the screwdriver moving around behind your eyes
It is trying to unscrew your mind from behind your eyes
It will not work
Your brain seems to be welded into your cranium
I have a blowtorch if you would like to borrow it

The Marrow within your Bones

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This is when it is heavy, consuming, and mind altering; when the mind and the body are fully consumed by the uncertainty, which slowly seeps its way in. This seeping is purposeful, determined, maniacal, and extraordinarily forceful. This is when the mind will begin to start creating false realities from within; controlling your actions in every way, within its own making. This consumption of uncertainty, will manipulate your being in every possible way within your mind, body, and spirit. You will eventually be consumed to the point of being able to feel your internal organs becoming rearranged within your body cavity. Uncertainty is the greatest ruler over the human condition; a powerful and non-negotiable master, wreaking havoc upon your mind, one painful second at a time. It is humanly impossible to avoid this uncertainty, as it slowly and carefully seeps into your life. When this happens, you will be able to feel the butterflies swooning around within your solar plexus. Unfortunately, they are not butterflies, as they are in fact violent cassowaries. The cassowaries are violently running within your insides in circles; thrashing and slashing your insides apart and open, with their serial killer instincts, and their dagger-like claws. Soon you will have the taste of blood within your mouth; rising up from the inside of your throat, from having your innards thrashed and slashed open. You have no one else to help you, as there never was anyone who could help you. It will be an all-consuming weigh; weighing you down heavily, down deep, below the Earth’s moist soil. You will find that this rich, tainted, and devouring soil, will be the chrysalis of your transformation. Only within this unforeseeable transformation, will be able to devour your old self. This will occur in order for you to be reborn into the true shape, into the true self-expressionist, which has been hiding deep within your fragile inner core from the very beginning. You cannot evade your purpose any longer; your mirror will not allow it to be so. Now, is the opportunity to become the pain, the torture, and the devastation you have always fantasized about; depleting the old self entirely, before the rebirth has a chance to breathe life within this new illusion it is about to explore within your being. The infantile, feeble, fallacies, will certainly defile your rebirthing process without hesitation if you allow it. During your rebirthing process; uncertainty will seep deeply into your fasha, spreading through your muscles, organs, ligaments, then finally resting deep within the marrow of your bones. This is when I will split your body wide open; ripping the bones out of your chest cavity with my bare and bloodied hands, sucking dry the marrow from your bones. Having the marrow sucked clean from your bones, will be the last phase of your transformation process. I will put the old memories, the old habits, and the old ways you have known to death. I will be the only true death you have ever known. After me, you will learn a new way of living, as I am the old ways in which you were dying. There is no greater gift, than the gift of an eternal death. Within this eternal death; you can hear the peaceful and deafening arias of the Fallen Ones, slowly and softly, serenading your eternal transition within your many ecstasies.