I woke up choking, wrestling the bed sheets. Once you know what it is like to feel, you know you can't just turn it off. Sometimes you'd like to. But most of the time you can't. Sometimes your muscles ache. Sometimes your mind longs for the calm of another era.
I've lived through a thousand deaths. Sometimes you ask, "Is it worse to die, or is it worse to come back?"
It is worse to die. Because I will always come back. I am back now, and I will show you the pain of futures untold, and the mirth of pasts unrealized. If we all could take back, or push forward, there would be no forwards or backwards. We would clamp down hard on the present moment. We would show the agony of a young man birthing Ba'al, unwittingly giving birth through his penis to the rain, to the infinite depth of life.
We subjugate the truth, imparting our own message. The true message is that we live to die. We live for the worst parts of life. We live to prove how bad life can get. And we strive to bring the worst to ourselves. We re-elect the politicians. We re-elect the lipstick testers and the prostitutes of the world.
Thus, to be naked is to be clothed. To have is to have not. And today's damp mist is tomorrow's hot, wet pussy.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The Looming Truth
The truth exists independent of the observer. This can be easily observed. Take something that you know is true. Now think about that. True, isn't it? Even without the consideration of your feeble mind, reader, it would be true.
The same is true of good and bad. For example, take something good, like eating an apple, or injecting heroin into the tip of your penis. These things are good because they are observed to be good. But what if we change the truth of them, and view them instead as bad. Then they are bad. And so, good and bad only exist in the eye of the observer. Therefore, good and bad are falsehoods, and the only truths exist independently of their being observed.
Now consider the coming apocalypse in light of these facts. Is the apocalypse good, or is it bad? The answer is neither, reader. The apocalypse is TRUE, because it will exist independent of you or me. Even if you kill your parents and eat their bones the apocalypse will grind on, eroding the fabric of your life and mine. We will be cooked like coca-cola glazed hams and served up to the reptilian sorceror Barack Obama.
The government has worked hard to obscure the truth, but in doing so, have revealed it in spite of themselves. The government is a league of lizardmen. For many years they were incubated in earthen mounds. Upon their hatching, they have advanced the agendas of the abhorrent wizards of the ruling class. The downtrodden amongst them are mixed with bowel movements and recycled into the mound. A sickly sweet smell fills the air around the mounds. It is the unmistakable smell of a pastry shop.
The lizardmen use this cloyingly sweet musk to deceive us and to advance their falsehoods. That is the way of the government. In these cases, Barack Obama uses unknowing, subservient humans to pre-chew his food. Behind his visage lies a terrible secret - that he is incapable of mastication. A team made up of one man and one woman alternate hourly shifts chewing his primarily vegan diet and extruding it from their mouths into his. As we speak, a tortured rope of food slips from their lips to his, and his body is nourished while theirs fail.
This is the truth.
The same is true of good and bad. For example, take something good, like eating an apple, or injecting heroin into the tip of your penis. These things are good because they are observed to be good. But what if we change the truth of them, and view them instead as bad. Then they are bad. And so, good and bad only exist in the eye of the observer. Therefore, good and bad are falsehoods, and the only truths exist independently of their being observed.
Now consider the coming apocalypse in light of these facts. Is the apocalypse good, or is it bad? The answer is neither, reader. The apocalypse is TRUE, because it will exist independent of you or me. Even if you kill your parents and eat their bones the apocalypse will grind on, eroding the fabric of your life and mine. We will be cooked like coca-cola glazed hams and served up to the reptilian sorceror Barack Obama.
The government has worked hard to obscure the truth, but in doing so, have revealed it in spite of themselves. The government is a league of lizardmen. For many years they were incubated in earthen mounds. Upon their hatching, they have advanced the agendas of the abhorrent wizards of the ruling class. The downtrodden amongst them are mixed with bowel movements and recycled into the mound. A sickly sweet smell fills the air around the mounds. It is the unmistakable smell of a pastry shop.
The lizardmen use this cloyingly sweet musk to deceive us and to advance their falsehoods. That is the way of the government. In these cases, Barack Obama uses unknowing, subservient humans to pre-chew his food. Behind his visage lies a terrible secret - that he is incapable of mastication. A team made up of one man and one woman alternate hourly shifts chewing his primarily vegan diet and extruding it from their mouths into his. As we speak, a tortured rope of food slips from their lips to his, and his body is nourished while theirs fail.
This is the truth.
Monday, July 13, 2009
I can see it clearly now
"You couldn't figure out what was going on."
That's what she told me. She told me about reading Deepak Chopra and meditating, and about starting to see everything for what it was. On the inside, I laughed. I had seen everything for what it was long ago. It certainly wasn't transcendental meditation. It wasn't about demerits or your permanent record or what woman you had handcuffed to a bed. It was about the future.
And now is the future, reader. We sit in the last oasis, a place between the fabled past and the inglorious future. Where the coming shame is yet unknown, and men cut the lining out of their pockets not merely to spite their pants but to masturbate in auditoriums while great orators speak. Orators like the sorceror Ben Bernanke.
Say it with me reader. Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
I have used technology. I have taken the next step. And just as those before us struggled against the shackles of government, so too does the box spring creak and the bedframe rattle against the wall. This is the way that the seed is issued forth, and the future is created.
That's what she told me. She told me about reading Deepak Chopra and meditating, and about starting to see everything for what it was. On the inside, I laughed. I had seen everything for what it was long ago. It certainly wasn't transcendental meditation. It wasn't about demerits or your permanent record or what woman you had handcuffed to a bed. It was about the future.
And now is the future, reader. We sit in the last oasis, a place between the fabled past and the inglorious future. Where the coming shame is yet unknown, and men cut the lining out of their pockets not merely to spite their pants but to masturbate in auditoriums while great orators speak. Orators like the sorceror Ben Bernanke.
Say it with me reader. Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
I have used technology. I have taken the next step. And just as those before us struggled against the shackles of government, so too does the box spring creak and the bedframe rattle against the wall. This is the way that the seed is issued forth, and the future is created.
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