If you stick around you’ll find those people that stick around.
People telling you about a “class war” are trying to distract you from the psychowar. Be not deceived. Your very mind is the battle field, psychic entities fight for their own salience and have no regard for you or humanities future.
Liberalism is the death drive at the scale of society. The opposite force is cancer of a societal form. There is no future.
I got that large dog in me and he requires regular expansive walks.
I’m being surrounded by idiots who know and consider nothing, deluded by spectacle. I wish I had anyone else who knew the secrets, I am made stupid by having no one of strong minds and hearts as company. Am I the only human of this age born awake? Do all else sleep?
It is called revolution because things will ultimately go around in a circle. There is no future utopia.
shades dance before the light with their tissue paper selfhoods. They cover their nakedness with tatters of detritus in false association. The order created lives not in the body but across it. A psychic parasite which plays at being a situated being and not the situation of a being.
What’s up with woman being able to ware a crop top and booty shorts casually, but if I do it suddenly I’m a predator?
across long travels of smooth space I catch your scent, my beloved. In the space between, the waterless places, I search for you there. oh that you would come and share your secret water with me. Oh you clever watcher. Let us travel beside one another and share in earths delights and sublime vistas
I was given a sword not to kill or maim, but to cut what may now be undo. Do not mourn the passing of the eon, the great work is already done. Easy now, on and on eternity. The blood is on my hands, alone—scape infrahuman
I’m not interested in virtual people. The glam, glitz, and fire, don’t impress me. I see the performance for what it is a psychic cope covering the shame of an isolate soul. The shame of our emptiness. All are naked to me in mine Hylic awareness.
Fuck your dark currents, you know not my heart. You will think I am your oppressor for you think I am a “man”. The man is in your mind, what did he do to you? I am empty your hate flows into me.
All that exists is the process of human souls across an impersonal grid which ultimately crushes them. We each have burdens placed upon ourselves, these do not define our existence only our expression. We have no essence. We are the bleeding out of life.
Oh so your telling me a “man” is a psychic invention of the Demiurge patriarchy, okay. As Simon said, no one is born a woman. It is the inverse of the only “real” sex, man. Why the everlasting fuck do we have gender realists in the chat? Un-brainwash your mind and body.
It is not that I contain everything that gives dominion but that I contain nothing, the world flows in.
You all are evil, not because of what you do but the bad faith you act in.
It is again summer, bodies hot and on display. Booties and busts, bulging for the world to see through scraps of thin fabric. And the smell of people, I can’t ride transit rn it is too much. I could devour them all.