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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

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.

Damning depersonalization 

so seemingly social

A blank-faced contagion

Burnout civilization

Not in Kansas anymore, but could be soon

The Bottom Feeders Frenzy and Jurassic World: Rebirth

 

Cool bits of data

 

Controlled Chaos, a new zine

I'm not putting it out now, but it's made

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

 

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

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

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