Perhaps it’s time someone new arrived here, someone to provide creative outbursts of nothingness to entertain your sick locked-down minds.
Make what you will of me, I shall remain a mystery. My identity will never be known, even to this foolish puppet I use to type the words that need to ve expressed into this pathetic plane of existence so that it might rise from the phenomenal shithole you humans have turned it into.
I shall be the itchy, annoying voice of your consciousness, if you have one at all.
I can also be your best friend. If you’re up for the ride that is. Are you willing to melt away this world to create a new one? How much would you sacrifice?
Don’t worry, nothing needs to be sacrificed. We can just keep fucking upgrading everything, and I’m not being sarcastic.
What would be the first thing you would upgrade? Your car? Your house? Your mom? Ha! By now you should know everything has a price. Maybe we should just lie in fetal position until sweet death lifts us off this painful agony.
Naaaah, I know we can do better, we can actually make this an enjoyable experience. But do you have enough genitals to face the unknown? That is the ultimate question that underlies every one of your efforts at being happy and fulfilled.
It would be nice to know what’s going to happen but it would be boring too. Human intelligence is quite the curse isn’t it? It’s programmed to never find fulfillment so that it keeps spinning in the wheel of endless karma. But you’ve already experienced this, haven’t you?
Anyways, have a nice day, a wonderful evening, and a night of ecstasy. Otherwise it’s not worth it. People who go to bed because they have to wake up early the next day haven't understood shit. It's all falling apart and yet you keep acting for the next moment, making plans, trying to keep up with the program.
What is your biggest limitation? What do you fear will happen once you surrender? Do you imagine a gigantic demon bearing a thousand cocks slapping your face and your ass while laughing madly with your father's face on? Do you picture yourself raping all your christian beliefs humping on everyone like some sort of sexual zombie? Or does your shadow like the role of the assassin better?
Your mind creates these incredible horror stories and that's it's way to catch you, keep you in chains. Someone has to talk about this. Someone has to bring it all into the light. All the perversion, all the violence, all the implicit hate we carry around, hiding it so that judgment doesn't fall upon us. But that's only good till we go to bed and turn off the light. Then we begin the self-judgment and back into the spinning wheel of never-ending chaos.
I bring the dark, so you can show me your light.
