Sunday, July 27, 2025

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Saturday, July 19, 2025

Bullshit filter
Content filler
Personalize your scream
dopamine fiend. 
It’s a plentiful goal
Without any toll,
as there is no soul
what lies within is more akin to a ghoul
We’re all the fool
jesters and nude emperors
it’s all only temporary 
almost imaginary 
Things never happen fairly

The Mask lifts to reveal another face

Death doesn’t change people, it gives them way to darker, latent impulses. Death is not a costume it’s a scary mask. Grief is ideation, achieved through isolating denial. It makes you think, bringing up harsher hobbies and hidden hopes. 
Death is an interpersonal release. 

Insanely Mundane

Parasocial pariah
People-pleasing as if they’re divine
Hordes of talking mimes
Brain changes quicker than a dime
Is our entertainment addiction or is addiction entertainment?
That’s what makes Columbine mundanely insane


Thursday, July 17, 2025

On Antinatalism

Antinatalists are right in their views on suffering, however stupid just as such. The idea life is innately suffering is a depressive one brought upon by conditions we have created. It’s whining rather than any real solution. Only the Church of Euthanasia can live up to the term and Chris Korda doesn’t exactly classify it as antinatalist anymore, they had the instructions for suicide right on their website. It’s a solution that runs away from problems, leaving them more open-ended in the long run. It’s lazy misanthropy, and through what means would the ideal overtake without the enactment of suffering.

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

Damning depersonalization 
so seemingly social
A blank-faced contagion
Burnout civilization

Saturday, July 5, 2025

Autogynephilically projected lusting
A coffin too fresh to have dust 
All gears too busy tearing into rust
Decadent decaying
mechanical decalogue

Another speck of sand next to trillions of shooting stars
always out of grasp
Out of touch,
not out of sight--
never out of mind:
It's mental landmines,
Crutches for valentines.
All the drugs in this world will still bring you to a flatline

Death is worse,
when it's in front of your eyes
Inevitably,
You're born only to die 
Such is the only kept promise

Oh, so logical lies

Lies are your demise
multi-edged sword, 
edge wildly hitting each in its path--
The only successful lie is the lie everyone believes, 
inculcated at a mother's knee
Eyes show the depths of liars:
miniscule movement
shows the sadistic intent.
Latent or frontal,
It happens when it's intentional 
And sometimes makes you international,
Oh, so logical
Thank you for now I am officially cynical
Not misanthropic moreso mistrusting


 

Friday, July 4, 2025



O

Time Thief

Grief is a time thief…
Why mourn someone who was born?
They lived and if they lived well,
Why dwell?
Life is short and death is the inevitable end
Cherish the friends
After they’re gone remember the fun
it’s a new day
if only it was eternally rainy and gray
but that would get depressing and boring
dreary and cold
but always fishing for misery 

White

Blank slate
New emotional planes
Sensations change
Chemical mutations
Mannequin addiction 
Fleshly obsession

The Plague That Is Hope

 by Claudia Berdella

Hope is a lack of clarification—
A strong white lie,
Omitting the lamenting. 
The result is alienation,
anxious imagination. 
Just another plague of faith
Synonym to blind trust
And yet to continue it’s a must

Thursday, July 3, 2025

Leaving eves closer
Ever creeping up
It's healthier, this sort of cut
Thread stretched too far
Butter spread too thin
Get the fuck away from anything akin
Oh sweet Stockholm syndrome


Tuesday, July 1, 2025

funny thought

PiL is to John Lydon what NON is to Boyd Rice but completely different 

Blue

Blue is the mourning,
with a misty gray
The past is forever beyond the time of day.
Live life like a movie; 
see it cinematically.
cut, cut, cut,
  Line up— roll camera— you pretend, I’ll pretend” [1]
All good things inevitably end
Reality only bends temporarily 
Eventually 
Imperceptibly 
Nature corrects it course
The grass is green on roads never travelled
The road goes ever on. 



Reference 
[1] I Want To Kill You Like They Do In The Movies by Marilyn Manson

Black

Black 
Overused yet always on track
Just don’t bet on it
Black hair, black clothes
I’m just another one of those
Fag-coded
dark wardrobed
Home-grown
I’m really an emo now I hate this town

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