So I finally totally lost my shit and now the world is over.
I wanted to stop it. I tried to tell people. I even cooked a turkey for 35 minutes with the oven on self-clean last night and nicely caramelized the individual slices using a drapery steamer. But no. No. No.
Free will corrupts freedom absolutely. Can man ever be free if any man is free to do as he would, freely? The answer is no. No. And the fear of the outside is ever present. You see, soon this will all come down to the come down. We have been riding a high for years, falsely inflated like the blowjob lips of your favorite supermodel. When you harden the dicks of all mankind it is only a matter of time before someone is skewered. And another. And another. And finally, the collapse. The bottom falls out and every prince is left a pauper.
I have already proven the principles. I have shown the reality. But reality deviated from the forecast. The forecast is rain, and the great flood is here. I can only hope that it all doesn't come unraveled before I can finish knitting a sweater out of the hair I routinely pluck out of the stinking, living corpse that is the vessel of my belief here on earth.
If the fall is now, I will set up shop in a world isolated from man, from his vices and from his money. I will move to the land before the agora. When deregulation prevailed over standards, and the misinformed nature of man lead him to fill bottles with urine and put bilious liquids on his asshole to soothe its savage nature.
Only one thing can truly be. That is the freedom to be free. By being free we act in contrition to the enslavers, the rule makers, those that enable society. Society constructs society, and as such, a self-defining term cannot be defined. Remember, society is truly defined by those that deviate from it. And in our deviation, we pave the way for a new society, where men destroy men for their own gain, just as they do now.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
I was right!
By now I'm sure you know that I am always right. My forecast has come true perfectly, and my investments are so secure that I cannot be unsettled.
I spoke to my father, and "Go west, my son", he said.
The sun rises in the East and sets in the West. So too has the sun set on our economy and our way of life. Already as I write this the lawlessness has set in and the major cities burn. Martial law has been declared, but it is at best farcical. The government declares martial law when their laws have already failed. It is like a plea for the finally free populace to come back to being sheep. As if the shepherd could merely rattle his crook and have the sheep come running back to him.
Think of a game of a billiards. The two players vie to sink their balls into the pockets in order to ultimately pocket the eight ball and defeat the opponent. Billiards is a great game, because it so closely mimics the operations of the government. Two men with sticks vying to subjugate the ceramic balls of mankind. And in particularly exhilarating games, I put the blue chalk on the end of my penis.
If you have more than one dollar right now, woe is you. The dollar is worthless. Do not act. React. React to the false governance and urban slavery of our era. React to the upside down loans issued by criminals to ensure that no man ever copulates again. The race war is beginning. By oppressing the races, the White is blending away the dignity of man. And so he bleaches them in his image at the government financial centers, just as the dollar bill is bleached white, a worthless piece of paper not fit to be wadded up and sullied with the filth of a thousand bowel movements. I too am white, but not a conformist to the government's wholesale whitewashing: my turgid member is anointed with the powdery blue of true freedom.
8 ball, corner pocket.
I spoke to my father, and "Go west, my son", he said.
The sun rises in the East and sets in the West. So too has the sun set on our economy and our way of life. Already as I write this the lawlessness has set in and the major cities burn. Martial law has been declared, but it is at best farcical. The government declares martial law when their laws have already failed. It is like a plea for the finally free populace to come back to being sheep. As if the shepherd could merely rattle his crook and have the sheep come running back to him.
Think of a game of a billiards. The two players vie to sink their balls into the pockets in order to ultimately pocket the eight ball and defeat the opponent. Billiards is a great game, because it so closely mimics the operations of the government. Two men with sticks vying to subjugate the ceramic balls of mankind. And in particularly exhilarating games, I put the blue chalk on the end of my penis.
If you have more than one dollar right now, woe is you. The dollar is worthless. Do not act. React. React to the false governance and urban slavery of our era. React to the upside down loans issued by criminals to ensure that no man ever copulates again. The race war is beginning. By oppressing the races, the White is blending away the dignity of man. And so he bleaches them in his image at the government financial centers, just as the dollar bill is bleached white, a worthless piece of paper not fit to be wadded up and sullied with the filth of a thousand bowel movements. I too am white, but not a conformist to the government's wholesale whitewashing: my turgid member is anointed with the powdery blue of true freedom.
8 ball, corner pocket.
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