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.
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The Words You Seek
There is nothing I could say, write, express, show, glorify, or even carve into your heart and mind, which would allow you to obtain the attention you so desperately seek from the others.
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.
Circumvent the Initial Response
This is when the stinging thorn of a dark cold Winter, will stick itself deep into your Common Carotid Artery. One must ultimately circumvent the initial response, and come to understand that what is being felt is actually hereditary. This is a father’s negligent and unloving gift to a lost son; a lost son searching for himself within the life-numbing pain of the stinging thorn, which is contained within the dark of a cold Winter. There are times when you will feel an internal itching, as though what you are experiencing is coming from deep within your inner core. There are also times when that internal itching, is not part of your internal core, as it has been grown from within you, not of your own accord. This internal itching, is actually of a hereditarian disposition. This internal function, may feel as true to you, as you feel true to yourself, but this is the subtle illusion of a hereditarian trick being played out deep within your consciousness. There may be times when you instinctually may feel to act, or think of acting in a specific way. Yes; one will usually be reactive in a specific way, in accordance to their specific life experiences and thoughts processes. Yet, there is a good chance this could be another hereditarian trick being played out upon the consciousness. Your personal reactiveness, a specific thought, or the internal dialogue you may have, could in fact be that of a father, mother, or possibly even an ancestor would have had. In actuality, there is no real way to tell the difference between the two. There are special disciplines, which one could perform, in order to break away from any type, or any residual hereditarian behavioral patterns. The first and foremost important step one would need to explore, is the exploration of one’s true inner self. The inner rawness contained within one’s self, may in fact be the rawest and most difficult process they may ever endure. A tremendous amount of inner strength is needed, in order to accomplish this endeavor. For most people, this can be a terrifying act of self-exploration, as they will spend the rest of their lives wanting to follow through within exploring themselves, yet lacking the initiative and inner strength needed in order to do so.
The Potential of Your Internal Nature
The dead always wonder what happened to their life. Where did it go? How did they get here? Why do I feel numb? Some of the living ask themselves the same questions. It is said the most important part of living, is the way you lived your life, the quality of one’s character, or if they found true love or not. Non of this is true. In this reality, none of this matters. The only thing that matters, is your internal nature. If one lives their life in accordance to their inner nature, then one has lived throughout the potential of their existence within this mortal realm. If you think or feel my claim is false; ask anyone who has crossed-over and came back, or any entity who has crossed over and didn’t come back. They will most certainly back me up on this.
Fully. Completely. Thoroughly.
The deep chasms keep burning their thoughts into my soul. Another leftover for a new remembrance. They are always the same. Bitter. Bloody. Breakable. Gnawing deeply into the marrow. Drink of the sweet juices contained within their thoughts. I enjoy feasting upon their forgotten memories. Their old remembrances. My new pleasure. A toy to break at my convenience. A life to take to the grave. A secret to nourish into extinction. The slopes of the female form. The devastation I can provide for them. Traumatizing their embodiment. Fully. Completely. Thoroughly.
G.G. Kalfas 