I am a Realist

It can be a confining feeling; being locked up within your mind your whole/hole life. There is no escape from the prison of one’s mind. A common place I have seemed to find myself in on a daily basis. There is no shelter in here, only the confining torment of the mind’s tricks and pleasures. A carousel of regrets, self-hatred, and lost opportunities. There is no escape from one’s self. To feel special and unique; this is a daydream only dreamers and deceivers fondle themselves in. I myself am a realist, as I can taste the bloodlust behind closed eyes. I can feel the temptations draining and rotting me from within. This is why I crave the isolation chamber; to keep the beast hidden from within, away from the rest of the world. No one has ever mistaken me for one of those weak-minded or weak-willed sycophants, who constantly need to be validated by complete and total strangers. The only thing worse than that, is being a stranger within one’s own mind.

Undertows

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.

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.

Deep Within the Burn

When strength and curiosity collide; this is when you know your time is up. The early hours are usually the most honest hours; containing the thoughts that would not dare to allow one to sleep. Hunger. Nausea. Ridicule; all burning a hole in your stomach. A fire that will burn you alive. A type of scarring a skin graft will never be able to cover. The rage acts out on behalf of your past; erasing, or at least trying to erase, every defeating memory within your thought process, which burns you alive. The Phoenix. The only ashes I have seen, are the ashes from my cigarettes. Breathe it in deeper. Choke on the aroma. Allow the bliss to settle deep within the burn. Be the fire, which burns you alive. Be your inner yearning.

The Meaning of the Spoken Word

Sometimes words can mean nothing to the others. In truth, words mean everything. Words ultimately create life. The others do not understand the meaning of the spoken word. Perhaps this is due to the fact so many words nowadays, have very little meaning. There are also words contained within physical books, which were used at one point to read. Today, many of the others use physical books for aesthetic decoration, not necessarily for the purpose gaining knowledge from the words contained within these writings. These others are New Age aesthetic charlatans, as they pander themselves tirelessly and aimlessly; cultivating their pandering charade within themselves, in order to properly suffocate the masses, they surround themselves amongst. These others enjoy living and breathing on top of one another; feeding off of one another’s energy, just as energetic cannibals would: everlastingly. This is the devolution within a select species, who’s entire design is to systematically annihilate one another through energetic means. These devolving cannibals, propagate and spoon-feed their technologically enhanced ideologies onto one another. Given their aesthetic décor, this also enhances their likeability through acceptance. These devolved aesthetically pleasing energetic cannibals, lack the fundamental capacity to properly articulate their words, thereby using technology as a crutch, and also as their only true means of communication with one another. Some of the others would consider this type of technology as the human evolution, an advancement within the species. When technology hinders the capacity within the human experience, such as; not being able to think for yourself without the use of social media, and not possessing the social skills to articulate words, as most communications have now become electronic, it is easy to see the unification of a fundamental devolution. Lastly, not having the ability to learn or to gather information, without the use of this all-knowing and all-seeing technology, is the global and generational threshold, which we are currently witnessing and experiencing at this very moment in time. Many people will never know the experience of being a human being, as we seem to be living in a backward motion at a high rate of speed; steadily devolving our way back towards the amoeba stage of our human development.