Jeremy’s notes: Drunk with insanity = the human race to nowhere. I assure you my tongue is in my cheek when I write these things because none of it impresses me. None of the lies, none of the manipulation, none of the tough guys, none of the fancy suits, none of the shiny rhetoric, none of the false positives hiding ugly darkness.
Yep for contenders we have tough guys, fancy suits, fake smiles, ice cold witches, shiny turds and manipulative rhetoric. Every contender pulls out the stops, uses their best skills in the race to meaninglessness.
Human beings are a species of creatures in denial of their own natures but perfectly content with projecting and letting others bear the burden of their natures.
It’s all mindlessness fucking over mindlessness, grinding itself into dirt. Fighting to destroy itself so that one day it can be inert particles blowing in the meaningless wind.
How does it feel to want to kill? To say “Bomb THEM for their own good”
Drink down your crystal liquids in drunken bash. Scar yourself. Self abuser, master, mistress. Are you a man? Does rocket fuel burn through your pores? How is it in your cocoon that screens these delusions? To be able to bring your own suffering. Laughing at each other as we drive by. Killing each other with our lies and self absorbed ways. Everybody tearing each other apart for a piece of meat. It’s a savage bloodbath in designer suits. Anyone can destroy, not everyone can truly create. That which can’t create is envious and seeks to control, to limit, and destroy. You can annihilate. You can be ignorant, pawn of the destroyers. You can fight and get no reward. You can strive to make it better. You can fight everyday as you breathe. You can imagine you are on the fence. You can be a citizen, but to who? You can drown in altered elixirs, to what end. You can pretend none of this matters. You can care.
The drunks of hubris polish brass braggarts, digging highways to fetid corpses and rotting shit. The viability of insanity you worship, the denial you uphold, scarcity is protected for plastic tack. Vilifying primal needs. Handicapping ways. We pride ourselves in the ability to build theories and to bend our world around them. Children, and our new toy is our minds. Beliefs are trivial. Beliefs are what we project, they are colors of the spectrum. It’s the outer arena, the external world it effects. The inner self chugs on while we skewer the outside world, indifferent to each other. Feed the machine until you’re used, expendable all along. You say to yourself that those colors are more important than what projects them. You achieve a goal by selling yourself. You fight for your own destruction. We are eager to get rid of the tendencies we don’t want. The ones that don’t give us an adrenaline rush of self destruction. We are at a loss.
The more you try to rid the more you will be a slave. It’s the war to figure out how to exist with our minds aware of the darkest crags. Animals are content to live and fight when necessary. Humans start battles over beliefs. It’s like something threw a wrench in humanity. A flashy advertisement to our ancestors “You are wrong for existing, forgo all your motions and feelings, override everything, destroy yourself for better pastures”. The greatest lie is that the battle of good and evil lays outside.
If you have your head in the sand you’ve already lost. People are so easily tricked and rallied. War is so easy to get behind when it’s not on your doorstep. Terrorist threats do not count. Go live in a war torn country then rethink that rebuttal. Nature is incredibly conservative of energy. Only the skewed ego could stretch a war out and exhaust the mind and body for made up reasons. People pride themselves in being able to do this. Being able to make themselves suffer. I can be indifferent to the pain. I can separate myself. It gives me a sense of bravado. It makes me better. It makes me superior.