At this very moment. You are being conditioned. In thought. In word. In deed. They are not your own, as these are circumstances “brought to you by (buy)” the Control Machine. Your new best friend. Your new God. Your new parental advocacy committee. Your New Normal. You are living a lifestyle/lifetime, that has been carefully molded and mandated for the consumption and convenience of your consciousness. That gritty taste upon your tongue, and in between your teeth; that’s the taste of dirt in your mouth. What else would you be tasting lying six feet under, trapped in a casket?
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One Death at a Time
Craving isolation within the heart and mind. Not the global inducing type, but that of the intrinsic type. There is much to be missed from not experiencing solitude. Solitude lacks the violent noises of the others thoughts. Within this solitude, you can actually hear your mind speak to you. Listening is easy when your boundaries are not constantly being violated by the others. Survival mode. Kill mode. Take them out. Take them all out. If you and I don’t take them out, the mind-numbing sitcoms they hypnotize themselves with eventually will. I enjoy watching them slowly die. Slowly. They enjoy watching their mind-numbing sitcoms, little do these sheeple know, they are my personal sitcom. A trade: a global death for a global death. One death at a time. It is so slow; creeping on them without their understanding. The bliss of ignorance is a common goal for the commoners. One death at a time.
An Everlasting Tone
It is not that I do not care, it is more of having put caring on pause. It is as though life is a movie I am watching, and I can pause it anytime I choose, simply to take a restroom break. Yeah, you’re right; it is pretty much shit all the way around. I should have listened to you from the beginning. I never did listen, as I have always wanted to figure out things (life) out on my own, and for myself. Sometimes it works out; sometimes it doesn’t. Does it really matter? None of it ever did, and I am beginning to recognize it now, as I was not able to do so before. What makes a bell ring at the specific tone in which it does? It is obviously due to the way that specific bell is shaped. Well, do you think you and I ring within specific tones, in accordance to the way you and I are shaped? I am still ringing-out from those choices and decisions. An everlasting tone, which still haunts my mind. The ringing is so loud, so abrasive, it makes my inner demons hide within their own shadows. Could you imagine? What a fucking waste of time; hiding within the shadow of your own shadows. It’s okay though; time is the only thing you can waste, when one has completely lost their mind, and everything that comes within it.
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.
Natural Selection?
Considering their circumstances, it can be quite exhausting and tediously straining; dealing with the others, and their trivial thoughts, feelings, and emotions. Why on Earth would they think you or I would actually care about their personal holocausts? Who gives a fuck about them, or their internally shattered emotional states. One of the grand hallmarks of the others being in therapy, or undergoing some type of psychiatric treatment, is fiercely contained within their inner compulsion, their undying need to core-dump and completely unload all of their thoughts, feelings, emotions, and the contents of their emotionally unstable mentality and emotions onto those around them. Fuck that! These types of others should be killed immediately: upon sight and contact. Consider this the truest form of social justice. It is easy to understand how this is the real type of social distancing. Six feet apart? Try six feet under. I am the ultimate healthcare provider, the other type of HMO. I am the truest form of a self-help realization. I am the strongest pillar of this community, in the truest sense of the word. I can be defined as the ultimate outreach program; helping those who were never able to help themselves. If you are not able to survive in a world, which is designed to take your life; why should we allow technology to interfere with natural selection? We definitely should not.
Life’s Harshest and Truthful Realizations
Reactiveness. This is the easiest and quickest way to get to know someone. How someone reacts to the uncontrollable, is the perfect measuring tool to gauge their inner strength. Most of the others will fold under any type of pressure, as they are inept to think independently, as they lack any type of capacity for critical thinking. It really is not their fault, as in today’s world, survival skills are not taught in any type of learning or education facility. One must learn how to survive life on their own. I never could quite understand how so many of the sheeple think it is the responsibility of another for them to survive in this world. You are probably wondering; what exactly do I mean by survival skills? I am referencing these types of skills in everyday situations. I find that artistic/ creative individuals, will usually be more adaptable, when it comes to the great uncertainty contained within the uncontrollable cycle of life. It is actually quite sad; watching these types of absentminded sheeple, scurrying hopelessly, as they rummage around within their life. There is a part of me that wants to show them the way, in order to help them. There is also another part of me that wants to watch them sink and drown in their very own emotional holocaust. This subtle aspect of exhibitionism, is simply the sadistic part of my personality, slowly coming out to examine the feeble-minded sheeple in their natural habitat. I believe everyone lives their own life within their created mental comfort zone. For some of the sheeple, they will usually have an extraordinarily difficult time, when discovering for themselves, life’s harshest and truthful realizations. This truth will be abrasively revealed to these sheeple, as they fight for their lives to deny it. The lies they have been told throughout their ignorant lives, are far too thick to spread open; unable to see how the truth has been hiding underneath this whole time. I find it interesting how so many of the sheeple will fight to believe the lies they have been told, rather than let go of all falsities, and realize the actualities arising from within their body energy fields. I also find it interesting how beliefs are also hereditarily passed down from one generation to the next. Some of the others realize these their beliefs are false, as the remedy these false narratives by completely releasing them from their internal consciousness. For others, they will maintain their implanted beliefs and narratives for posterity. Why do these others seem to think there is some type of redemption, living a life filled with pain and suffering? This answer would be better left for the crime scene investigators, as neither you or I could answer this question.
G.G. Kalfas 