1 - Work! Buy! Die!
I’m in my
mid-twenties now but i’ve seen enough shit already in my days to not even want
to live anymore! Maybe kill myself – taking a bunch of sorry suckers with me –
hang this skin rag on a huge shopping mall from some pityful useless country
that takes so much pride in their independence, some country with a perfect
economical success and stock ratings sky-high. Safe and spotless. Stab myself
in a public park where nurses take old timers and babies play with naked dolls
and toy guns in sand boxes filled with needles and joint roaches. Or blow up a
stadium filled with wrestling fans? Something sci-fi looking, with a lot of
broken glass and people trying to put out the fire in their backs using stray
dogs or other people.That would be sweet! I need to do something to manage and
cope with all the insanity that surrounds me. Move to a place where there is no
crime because you get paid a salary for being a drunken widowed retired sailor,
just to keep you locked in a little room away from the view of the decent
hard-working members of this priviledged thing we insist on calling a society.
A nice place basically it is indeed. To live quietly, embrassing your
frustration to the turning magnetic point where it just goes click and then: welcome
to hell… Remember the Clockwork Orange?Taxi Driver? Funny
Games?Henry Chinaski? Bunny Monroe? Charles Manson? Hiroshima? You work somewhere because you
have to although, if you could, most of you wouldn’t because you hate it
(especially after having hada kind of embarassing shitfaced affair with all the
female fauna that works their too); so you just get used to it, measure the ups
and downs of the shituation and just deal with it (whatever it is we humans can
always find a way to survive).So, you buy (mostly unimportant technological and
fashion items that are just not necessary for your survival but they somehow
keep you not bored for a very small percentage of time; and meat yes – how
could i forget meat – you also buy a lot of dead animal products, easy to cook,
bloody tasty, gets you full and tired in a snoring split second and, of course, you don’t want to think how
much they made all those helpless beasts suffer just to get it inside your
belly, you just eat it everyday until you have a stroke while they – in their
so-called stupid unconscious breathing
dispendable
thingie – never see the sun light and were feed with crushed bones from
theirparents murdered skulls; which, most of the time, end up in the nearest
trash can because the system has a tendency to overproduce instead of just
doing their math and being logical), after all that (with some charm
variantions from your caged-will) you die.
2 - You will never know!
That’s why
dudes pick up golf or heroin. Visit family for chrismas, have a wife, don’tlike
her that much, merely fuckable, better than nothing, keep her around, cooks,
cleans,naggs, cleans more, you give her a flower once in a while (I fucking
don’t understand flowers, always looking so happy and thirsty, pointless, just
pointless stuff) and a ticket to go see mariah carey (alone obviously) after
which, if your lucky, maybe, get the occasional happy birthday cum shot, then
we marry, have kids, middle age crisis, decide it is too late to breakup and
start over (for the little ones sake of course), children turn out to be
ungreatful bastards thou, never visit, they’ve fucked off and emigrated from
this no where’s land (that parents called such a proud nation), to whatever
else place pays better, got some dish-washing brick- carrying dick-sucking
pipe-vaccuming job, the grandchildren don’t even talk the birth language
anymore (or if they do it comes out with this tearbreaking pimped up motherfucking
frenchness
to it), she dies first, it’s kinda sad, intentional overdose they say, i doubt
it, she would never have the balls, drop a rose on the grave, a black one, her
favorite colour is suppose (she prefered red ones obviously), only a couple of
random landlords which she still owed rent to and the nerd deskmate she gave a
handjob once (his first and last free sexual
encounter by
the way) show up for the funeral, the priest scratched his balls constantly and
burped twice, the smell of rotten wine was like floating thunderstorm above our
heads, old
school irish
church (go figure what a civil war can do to a person), I end my days with a
b&w television set watching john wayne shoot painted red indians and fall
in love with prostitutes, making me company is a bottle of jack daniels and a
ulcera the size of Matchu Pitchu.
I wrote some
stuff, got published a couple of times, short stories about alien abduction and
relationshits that grew to become dust. Nobody commented, nobody cares when
there is nothing to gein for themselves; i don’t blame them, why bother, so
many assholes write about whatever is crossing their minds because they never
learned to stop this endless emotional blabbering that follows us inside our
awaken or asleep mind, wherever we turn our heads to it is always there;
staring back at you with a little sneaky remark about to be added to the
endless flow
of nihilistic same conclusions thousands, maybe fuckin’ millons, havediscovered
already; but you still can’t help but doing it – again & again – pick up a
pen and let the cuts in your veins scar with ink and bullshit, finding out
there is no secret or purpose
under the
veils of the seen universe; just the desire for conquering power over others
and the full-blown truths how to possess what you feel like at that present
heavenly moment, always wanting more and more and more of EveryThing; whether
right or wrong, good or bad it doesn’t matter from which side of the yin g-yang
golden ratio ping-pong fractaled spiral sacred geometry death wish point of
perception screen you are looking from; it is all just a show, a joke, a prank
to check out for how long you actually keep on believing in the surrealism of cause,
consequence (or coincidence?), being fooled like a jester fools kings while fucking
his
seven
mistresses.
Everytime
they let you look and see a glimpse of what’s under the curtain of Maya it is
always quickly put back over your eyes, with a full dose of even stronger and overwhelming
you will never know!
That’s all!
I eventually died as well – blatter & prostate cancer – took a trip before
I went – didn’t want to give them the satisfaction and repenting and crying;
maybe it could speed up some lodged aneurisma the doctors hadn’t diagnosed –
didn’t help;
the entangled emptiness was just to deep buried inside; I died a sad old, still
horny, ugly
smelling reflection of a man, hoping – even praying for the first fucking time
ever
– that
PLEASE don’t make me reencarnate, only – if it is truly THAT necessary – as a
mosquito or
a butterfly, something that fucks off fast and leaves no trace after two days;
or a
fish with a
jelly jerk-off memory and a octopuss-like neural sample of a pineal gland too
small to
rationalize or diferentiate colours – like in a eternal rollercoaster ride.
3 - Erase and Replace!
I was born in a fairly big city. A million or two of hurrying jerks.
That’s the main reason how people end up like me.
Cool enough place to get shot at or get your eco-friendly car burned off
to the ground in a ghetto riot against, i don’t know – against labour costs;
shoe making unemployment; energy strikes; tax cuts; castrated taxi drivers; men
and men pretending to be girls fighting for the right to fistfuck themselves
during lunch break in smoke-free areas; privatization of national water,
electricity, soul; housing scams; or even, the i can’t get any pussy and it
is your fault demonstration!
You name it – mostly to just try and hit a pig in the face with an edgy
stone or steal a plasma screen computer from whatever random multinational
corportational that numb-nut anarchist activists love to hate and, thankfully,
break their windows. I despise most of the white supremacy youth of this world
because I am just like them.
I am a piece of shit and i mean it! Our easy life represents all that is
out of touch with real natural and ethical and spiritual values. We are to
blame for all the injustice and contradictions that are seen – whenever you log
on to the internet or open your backdoor to your lovely well-kept garden where
a pretty good looking, but with too much make-up, young girl decided to have a,
what looks like, epilepsy fit, but is actually just a mixture of bad ecstasy
and a misguided sense of what is supposed to be sensual.
The laws of attraction and
attachment. The search for the holy orgasm. The thin line between desire and
disrespect. The unbalanced inverse psychological game of how to maintain
passion between a couple? Long awaited expectations induced by common tastes or
complete antagonistic views on existence always turn out the other way around.
Some adore to dominate, others get their kicks by crushing their lover – most
of us need both. The human touch, the
trivial awakening of the flesh, the mayhem of inertia, that starlike connection
with infinity by the mimesis of the procreating sexual act; the aura of want
flaming like a sun behind the eyes, directing the body towards the prey;
donation of the egg facing the judgement of sharing a house, paying the bills,
colecting the loans, hiding locust wacko fetiches while still seeking the same
– the best – wild and unleashable release warmth dome; from the bliss of
infancy onto the enlightment of degradation.
All is connected and we are all responsible. Especially if you can go to sleep at night
knowing that this world is not a fair place where analphabet dumb as trash
people suffer and have to sell their freedom for shit-paid jobs to do the
things you could never do – but need and like when they work properly – in
order to buy some cheap quality food for their unwanted children they could
never abort because it was still illegal to do so (with the risk of bleeding to
death for trying); they build your roads and take your trash out replacing it
for clean trash you will buy again in the same shop. And you will eventually
buy it, that i can garantee you my dear reading money-junkie friend (for whom
the cap fits), just because you don’t know how to do anything that is essential
for enduring by yourself! You were
domesticated into being dependent on a system that says they do it just to make
it easier. That is a premediated lie!
There is a very small – tiny as a mushroom – almost invisible percentage
of the rich and powerful presidents of companies (that rule the trading theft
of the planet) that give a fuck if you live or die! Do not trust anyone is what
conspiracy theories tell you and, apparentely, they’ve got me so well that i
don’t even trust conspiracies anymore! We were conditionated by birth, slowly
slowly, to do has everybody else does. Observe and repeat. Follow the one ahead
and keep your head down For me it is all or nothing! If we don’t have All the
same chances and duties (and by All i mean the seven fucking billion of us and
counting), or NO ONE deserves another fuckin’ crumb from nowehere and it is
back to cowboy-like primitive stoneage chaotic panorama! We think we are so
fucking superior and, at the same time, liberal and respectful of different
cultures from under developed countries that perish like ants just to dig us up
some obscure mineral to make ridiculous cellphones that have a camera on top
where we can keep all our precious shitty souvenirs. No! Do not want! Refuse, reject, take it back to
the basics, destroy the whole previous culture and rewind to a self-sustainable
trade system clean agriculture. Erase
and Replace!
Rather go deaf now then participate (through peer pressure and
cohersion) in the accumulation of uselessness and profit over people!
4 - Sex, drugs and rock and roll
are just another form of control!
Due to exaustion, I’ve developed
a weird despise for party people that walk around having a blast all the time
while they are actually even more pathetic then depressed valliumed for
eternity loosers; what they don’t understand is that all that lets rock the
house energy they have everyfuckingday – from morning to the next morning – is
actually a self- destructive amphetamine-feed ten ton hammer sociopatic rage
against the machine that dominates them from the inside, and actually wants
them to do exactly what they are doing.
Every
revolutionary is nothing else than a predictable casuality in a automatical
loop of homogeneisation in crescendo; a little temporary flaw in the
omnipresent ideology that, soon enough, will engluf every body, daim every
spirit and daily break the sttuborn (but most
fundamental) rights of FreeDoom
and equality, using – greedly well studied and satanically pleasure spreading –
world domination. Sex, drugs and rock and roll are just another form of
control! These grey (always in construction) surroundings for working heros in
isolated urban districts painted pink molded me into a disgusting self-centered
ego-tripping pill-popping golem from back in the medieval days; when everybody
carried an axe around and you never knew if you were gonna live or die, and
frankly, you couldn’t be bothered to give a flying fuck! That’s why I
especially hate people that, in such a sanitarized impersonal environment,
follow all the retarded rules, funky fines and mongolid impositions (although
knowing them
to be injust) they are forcefeed
to? WHY are they so chicken-shit to never stand up for their inner vallues –
not even once they’ve tried! Coming from an ass-whip post-communist background
– cold war crack house kind of cradle music – living in apartments that look like
meat stacking cabinets where
every two hours a car alarm starts ringing just to maintain everybody too
scared of even checking out if it is their own vehicle that is being stolen (or
just the downstair pederast neighboor
fucking with you). They might see us and shoot us from the moon. People work
like pidgeons not only for survival but for vanity, to achive a level of
showing off worthy enough of some dumbfuck next to you – waiting for a late
public transportation – to notice what brand of tie you’re wearing, and blink
like a madman with that envyous scent that just makes your dick swollen up like
you’ve won the lottery or made a woman smile! All lost and anonymous on the
crowded unbreathable subway station where someone was free minded enough to
just throw himself in front of the high-speed train (whose tickets are too
expensive for any normal person afford) and splash true red-dark squirting blood
on everybody’s apathic and pale – nervously twitching – faces.
People are brainwashed by pratical and user-friendly
social networks and their feelings about everything that surrounds them –
triggered by stereotypes or self defense – mere puppies trained to bite from
behind when the owner is not looking; getting wasted like
teenagers on Friday and Saturday
nights (in nasty clubs tin-canned by sweat and bad music) as a way to wash all
the accumulated slave-related stress – remembering the good old high school
times getting backed on abandoned houses and fingering up two (pretending to be
lesbians) girl-friend’s fresh
virginity – dripping their first (long term) hot drops of learning from your
own mistakes. Glory years when you had time to indulge yourself in a hobbie and
a
bubble bath, developing your
brain instead of misplaced surviving skills – waving like royal marionets
between hypocrisy and trickery! Spending Sundays face-planted in your favorite
hangover couch – surrounded by candy and chips – seeing romantic comedies,
cuddling on warm blankets knitted by half blinds cute taiwanese minors paid a
dollar a day just to get a piece of bread inside a soup that smells like sock.
We are made to imagine that we know what is going on thanks to sattelites that
misinform and mind manipulate our square little synapses; thanks to the same
government you never bothered to vote against because they are all the same
bunch – that’s what she said – while tidily booking yourself some fancy hotels
and overhyped private resorts for the next, extra-carefully prepared, one-week
trip to (whothefuckcares) extremely remote deserted island or poor asian
country; were pedophilia is as aceptable as crossing the street outside the
sidewalk without getting finned by a fat cop
with granders of delusion. If you
would be hit by a bus he would probably give you a fine anyway – leaving it
stamped to the corpse’s forehead; and if you don’t have any I don’t
wanna die insurance – or
ready-to-use printed cash paper – the loud ambulance will just leave you to
breathe out your last hopes and dreams two meters away from the well
illuminated
killer cold sidewalk. The last
thing you see is some lowlife stealing your grandfathers golden rolex getting
on his knees and, with a psycho grin on his cheap lipstick transvesti wet lips
–
drooling – about to to suck the
shit out of your half-dying, but still quite hard, cock.
5 - Cunts
like this!
So many say they’ve seen the
world, but they’ve only seen it through a tourists eye. Natives welcome
foreigners to their houses because they want a piece of their last paycheck!
They read you from far away and take advantage of what – and how – you expect
to be treated. It is not the same as living with them (and like they do) for a longer
period of life. Changing and creating with those still open minded enough to
want to change and create: together! I can only feel sane in a third world
country that faces a lot of developing challenges: lack of education; sexual
transmitted diseases and epidemics; no running or clean water; severe climate
change and no tools to fight against it; lack of electricity and information;
poverty, pollution and corruption! You know absolutely nothing about any other
country besides your own decrepit and video surveilled subourbian
neighbourhood. I think
many like me can compreend the
depths of this intense anger I sense, in every alley or corner, just by walking down any industrialized
street. While others see a sunny day to enjoy in the park drinking beer with
false comrades – or sitting on your brand-new gallery selling
champagne and watching the
fuckin’ birds mate (whistling along) – while some convenient clouds (looking
like chemical trails) hoover like a hint that hides the truth;
I see a waste of infrastructures
and intelligence! Constant: like the flow of the biggest river ever. You have
to be hardcore enough to be ready to give it all you got for the sake of fellow
humanity – your life for that matter – for a higher purpose: against famine and
abuse of power instigated by economical plutocracy and tirany! Or else I label
you a cooperator with the devil and a pussy! All means should be applied for a
justifiable war against real, well-suited, criminals – like good old city
squares decapitations, chemical amputation, torture, burning businessmen
witches on the stake and savage public hangings – why the fuck not?
I don’t think violence cures
anything, it only encourages more violence – which can be dangerous since it
creates an unstoppable earthling karmatic chain reaction hungry for revenge;
and an easy excuse for the classically unpunished police brutality, against the
defenseless and peaceful
protesters, to repeat itself. Although, since I’m obliged to watch these modern
utopian left wingers being such lame dicks filed with pity and grace –
uncapable of fighting for their beliefs with intelectual fists and claws like
desperate animals; useless
dress-up clones in it for the
dollars; always unsure about what the public opinion might think of a mandatory
ballsy critical decision; their hesitation reflects their lack of principals
(why the hell did we elect you for in the first place?). In the present
zeitgeist I can only have faith in extremely brutal (very discutable yes)
measures of action! If you don’t agree, well.. for me we have passed the
enchanted realms of talking out of our asses until you bored the fuck out of
anyone that even tried to pay
attention to you, also called – witchcraft of rethorical labyrinths – hurting
my ears (not to mention patience) from insisting on hearing all sides of the
question;especially because – i’ve noticed that – lately the bad guys always
win and the sponsors are those who decide what course of action we have to
choose.
It’s never common sense!
Why is it like this you ask?
Because nowadays everybody is
easily trickable and entertainable with AnyThing else besides real important
matters that concern their well-being! So, again, if you prefer to not even
have in consideration any of my harsh words: you are probably an encarcerated
leftover afraid of your own reflection; terrified of destroying the walls of
confort and protection you so hardly built up all around your weak and dim
personality; a typical theoretical wanker that was bullied around primary
school too often – like an empty soccer ball – and never recovered from it; a
pusher of mercy and laisser-passer
that climbed up the staircase of
hierarchy so he can get back at all the lower-class boys that fucked him up
pretty good;
by now laying them off by the
hundreds (with a sadistic gaze of knowing that families will go through such
hard times); in general by being an awful prick to
everybody you can legally boss
around; like a childish feudal lord that still thinks his blood is something
especial; some god given duty embeded by a borguois mentallity that class-war
exposed for the patriarchical heartless bogus it really is! Cunts like this are
definately not worth the air we are sharing since they were raised to always
take the biggest slice of the cake they can and then… pretend they didn’t or
avoid giving it back!
6 - Walking
hamburgers and hairy midgets!
I actually have been run over by a moving bus
once: I was high, I was fifteen, I wonder what have I gained by surviving? Not
much, not much at all… Once I saw but now i just don’t wanna look at anything
anymore! I wouldn’t say I’ve achieved bitterness and
regrets – on the contrary – I
would say I’ve gained the lack of them: of any sense of mortality or
fear-fueled behaviourism or feelings towards existencialism research and carpe
diem horseshit! This pathetic little rat-maze filled with peace love and
understanding written on walls, like gay public annoucements in gas stations,
just make me sick to my stomach, bowels and lungs; every single little pupping
heart wants to share a thought and have an opinion
about all subjects they don’t
fully grasp (create a blog, it’s free!) and will never arrive to the point of
admiting how damn depressing and paranoid about the unknown they really are
(denial stage) – which would be
the first step for any sort of growth. Try silence for a change! To travel and
embrace new cultures and past civilisations is your chance to evolve into
something extraordinary! Escape from where you were born; if you stay there you
are doomed to be vulgar. All of those before us have been warning this (sun
cycle alligment with the center of our galaxy which will provoke global
cataclisms that may lead to our demise)
was all about to happen and it –
literally – gives me killer cramos when I watch that all our amazing
acomplishments are going to crumble like a deck of carts facing a heavy breeze;
victims of simian stupidity and
meek selfish interests! Everybody just pushes up so much luck for their own
pockets and personal hidden schizophrenias; mood swings they puke like pearls
only with the worst of them all: their – too well paid for doing absolutely
nothing besides
getting you numb on
pharmacioticals – psychiatrist. The bitch lays you there, confortably sits her
large butt on a menstruated pillow and listens to loads of insecurities, mental
addictions
and dirty sorry for sore eyes
orgies with walking hamburgers and hairy – nearly bald – midgets. Only god
knows what depravity will they manufacture next, to give some masoquistical
sense onto the agony that comes when you loose purpose of having to wake up
another wretched morning; so lazy
you don’t even bother to get up and go to the toilet; you just decide to piss
youself all over; leaving the bed wet like a child waiting for his mommy to
come pick him up, breastfeed him and, sorrowfully, clean the mess he made on
purpose.
At times (too many goddamn times) it all seems
so worthless that can drive anybody MAD! I wish i was mad: I would shove coke
cans up my esfincter in airplanes, drink my own
urine in university lectures or
sneak in rich people’s apartments just so I could shit under their rugs! Fun
no? Read my lips: Fuck all new anthropological theories being written at the
same
speed has this! Fuck the forever
flowing quantity of youtube videos being uploaded every hour about how to make
potatoe salad or random acts of russian hooligan beatings! Fuck all film
students with their tiny crappy wannabe david lynch projects, that will never
amount to nothing besides (if they suck enough balls) being invited to be
trainee secondary assistant director of the assistant director! Fuck the
environmentalists; the hippies; the punks; the fascists; the dumpster divers;
the goths; the vegans; professional and amateur porn actors; dictators with sun
glasses; gang members; the military; religious douchebags; piromaniacs; trees;
sarah jessica parke and henry kissinger; naked people; people wearing clothes;
the clothes themselves; the colour purple; everybody that speaks arab; china;
eclectic noise lovers; people who like or pratice and consider themselves
professional in any sort of sport! Fuck eveybody that is a fanatic about
something and just because of this whatever something
only they think is so great and
better and will change the world and everybody should be like you! Fuck you for
waking up early in the morning to go chain yourself against some nuclear power
plant! Fuck all the genius fuckers that lived before us and discovered
basically
everything that exists (or might
not), leaving us vaccum-cleaning the ash and dust of their masterpieces in some
deserted village library nobody notices because it is next to a stripclub! Fuck
you that plants and deals and smokes weed and all your objectives in life are
trapped
between one crop and the other,
and your deepest psychological thought is considering to take a shower before
going to the shop to get more papers until you realize – oh no but wait
battlestar galatica is on! Fuck you also for going too late to bed, for living
in the street and shoooting up free methadone from the state’s tax payers
stolen money, bumming Aids out of pay phones and beating up your – skinnier
than you – whore mother! Fuck social parasites! Fuck the weather! Fuck surprises! Fuck my
family! Fuck truck drivers and security guards in
their suicidal boring jobs day
dreaming until armageddon comes that a dripping hot adolescent with wings
appears out of the blue sky hitchicking and immediately can’t wait to suck your
average, about to burst, erect penis, swallow the sperm and self combust into a
rain
of serpentines and swiss
chocolate – oh dear i’m so infuckinraged i can go on and on with this blazing
out of proportion gorgeous hate against you All, and i will: Fuck my ludacris
puny outrageous obsolete little self! Fuck me for being part of all this crap
world filled with arrogant ignorants such as myself! Would you die for me as I
would for you?
7 - Zombie
cat in the magic box
Fuck Everything! Fuck all artists! Fuck
writers with high hopes in particular, that sit down and try to scratch out an
idea worth spreading to a fantasized audience (that never will exist), like
they were digging for gold or, as if, it even mattered what they had to say!
Fuck them real hard! Fuck anybody that has expectations out of this sticky
circus of consciousness! Fuck quantum physicists and their newest theories
about a zombie cat magic box and paralell multiverses they have no idea what it
means outside a black board filled with unreadable and ever changing equations!
Fuck agoraphobic video gamers so accostumated they are of role playing in chat
rooms they spend a decade without shaking hands with somebody, and hardly managing
not to cum by doing so! Fuck all mainstream and underground musicians with
their predictable disco beats, mix genders, experimental albums, ethnic
background, surprise colaborations or easily recognisable influences from whom
they boldly just copied the style and repeat it ad aeternum! Fuck lawyers,
clients, judges, minor offenders, bank robbers, encarcerated pimps, solitary
philosophers and all those who know or don’t that the entire
judicial system is a fraud! Fuck
democracy! Fuck Antient Greece, Rome,
Egypt,
Sumerian, Mayans, fuck the whole solar system for that matter! Fuck mass-media
(needless to even start pointing out why). Fuck people that don’t know what
inspiration is and get so amazed – with a blowjob wide mouth – when they see
some famous brand new piece in a modern art museum from a conceptual artist,
whose farts are worth more than all the annual budgets of
any western african country. WOW
it is a red apple the size of the Gizé pyramid oh my god (with an american
accent) that’s just BRILLIANT! (it says it symbolizes the oppression of an
injust capitalist system; as
inevitable everything should and will!).
I don’t present solutions you
say? Too pessimistic? Well in that case you can find the nearest fire
extinguisher – your daughter secretely craves for in the mid of her mid-night
self-taught epic masturbatory sessions – and with it: take the cap off, kill
your boss, rape your wife and try to blow yourself into pieces before you end
up arrested and prepared for the courts to give you the anal rehabilitation you
deserve! Unless you confess; will you dare? I am bound to try to explain how
have I been conditioned and controlled by the dualism that dwells inside of me.
What will this Age of Aquarius bring? A total willingly immersion on a transhuman
virtual reality; where immortality will be sold to the sheep as a way to stick
a microship directly into the populations brains so a new world order eugenic
elite that has been fornicating between the Free-Masons, the Trilateral
Comission, the Bilderberg Group, The Bohemian Grove, the whole Brittish Royal
Apparatus, Hitler, Darwin, Atlantida? Do They
exist? Will the banks poison our
wells, sell us fake tecnological entertainment and feed us with genetically
modificated stuff to make us suceptible to sickness and mentally incompetent to
face the facts and fight for our rights? Is there any illuminati reptilian
super race masterplan trying to get hold of the absolute eternal power of the
planets flows; or is it just our own fucked up imagination that can’t help but
nonstop fantasizing about the aparent cut and clear reasons why so much
historical information intertwines together as a perfect puzzle about such
deceitful bloodlines? Since the very beginning there as always been a bad
rotten craving apple that has a twisted thrill in crushing the majority and
making them suffer and starve and hunt eachother for survival (and for the
amusement of the undead lords that sit on the throne). Will it happen again?
Could we revolt in time if it does and murder those responsible? Am I a madman
for thinking such things instead of just living my life like most of the people
that I see coming from the shop with some imported vegetables and a bottle of
wine (without a care they share a smile and never question authority) enjoying
the simple pleasures instead of
complicating what seems to be a
perfectly organized & faithful (wannabe flawless) continent?
I believe in my instinct but I am
also an optimist. I write these atrocities to get them out of my organism – it
is a form of cleasing! I trust Evil exists – it could be in you or me – anybody
could be a killer or a canibal or a child molester, nobody is beyond a
reasonable doubt
because the humankind is like
plasticine; the 64 aminoacids that compose the DNA’s holy sphinx decide our destiny
just like the 64 hexagrams of the I Ching predict its patterns. Vaccuum
composes this gift and anything can be created from that same elusive
abstraction we temporarily named black matter. Everything is attached to its
singular interpretation – which will be followed by a decision that changes the
course of the present cubical egg.
Maybe we are part of someone
else’s long lost matrix –extraterrestrial accidental panspermia colonization or
test subjects that get checked upon every 25000 years – or even living inside a
breathing being so enormous we
make believe that galaxies and comets are not actually his organs and
bacterias?
Are those in control pretending
not to know about otherspace communication? Is the flower of life’s symbol a
mathematical code to achieve higher planes of perception? Are there visitors or
spirits among
us that can try to influence our
evolution but withour directly interfering?
Do our rulers want bliss to be hidden from the
general public so
they can trick us into a larve
state of predisposition and propaganda? Hasn’t free energy been available and
its development castrated on purpose? From brain to heart nothing is impossible
in this empty realm – lets just wait in delight – prepared for apocalipse or
rapture, way above matter; lost in transition; open eyes and a free mind within
the same unique dream
. I suggest you to try a strong
dose of LSD or DMT before you GO!
Ambient
vandalism lullabies to go with this hate meal:
1. Raging Speedhorn – The Hate
Song
2. Strapping Yound Lad – Happy
Camper
3. Machine Head – Blood for Blood
4. Faith no More – Cuckoo for
Caca
5. Marilyn Manson – Beautiful
People
6. Tool – Hooker with a
Penis/Aenima
7. Nick Cave
& the Bad Seeds – The Curse of Milhaven
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