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Wouldn't it be nice to wallow in weakness? Yes, if life gets hard, you can bow down to the almighty lord and be good and then whatever happens to you isn't so bad. We look at this unkindly, but to be fair it's only another anaesthetic.
This moronic world
feeds our pain by never caring about the right things, only willing to hand us money when it's the
last thing that will help anything, only willing to help us do its own moronic functions. It is a
tedious tax more on our minds than our freedoms, but that is changing. Why is life this bad?
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"Drugs...no, drugs are not my problem. Addiction is my problem. Drugs only fill addiction and make the pain go away...it's not like pain in a dentist's chair, because then anaesthesia is annoying...you want to know what you're feeling, what is happening, at least it is not numbness like everything else. |
We have in our society of idiot tolerance decided not to require people to have any consciousness of life around them so that they can be corporate sheep to the collective reality. When we are all broken down as individual complex structures we can work as a team, but when we are homogenized into similar complex structures it is likely that our similarity will make us be strong for some time and suddenly weak as we are unable to hold up.
The grain is too thin, and the material breaks. It is too similar. Not enough chaos in a system weakens it to being prone to sudden discontruction. It is the detonation we saw when Los Angeles burned (and believe me, it will burn and should burn again) and when it burned twenty years earlier.
When you see yourself bleed and feel the pain, at least
you have broken the illusion, the dead-somnolence of life
that wants to turn us into wax. Drugs are like that.
When you see everything fucked up and yourself useless
in it, you bask in that satisfaction...that hateful
destructive force that destroys the self as well
rather than accept the sluggish, normative, predictable
weak empire around it.
It is in all of the twitching, bucking, fearful, stupid, resistant, unwilling-to-think actions of a modern society that wages punitive sadistic war on criminals to satisfy its own fear, that hopes to refine everything into similarity so that it will all be under control, that hopes to brainwash everyone so that they support corporation structures, social norms, and governmental stupidity.
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Drugs put you away, but then you really are cut off, and all you can do is mock. Then you come down and go back in again...so why the fuck not? Drugs are an addiction filler, like religion, politics, or any other ordering system designed around static rules and linear behaviors. |
This weakness comes from human fear, and our fear to bond together, and then fear collectively those who appear unwilling to accept our order. We, the humanity, fear the unpredictable, the ambiguous. We, the evil ones, say !!FUCK YOU!! to all of the orders of this world. We deny the influence of the control-needs of the herd.
BLIND FIENDS OF CHAOS RULE
Any power that wishes to control serves only itself. It seeks to control more so that it may grow, but is growth is based on need to consume and not need for any social structure. Eventually, it eats all around it and dies, leaving vast white empires of buildings bleached in the sun. Heaven is this way: unthinkable miles and aeons of temples, and land, and mountains, but no life. All is a tepid cold, and there is pure white sunlight shining all over it, reflective, abrasive, harsh. But in Heaven, numbness reigns. All is sated. All is pure.
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...being unable to believe in spiritual sustenance -- in an offhand definition, all things that make one fundamentally satisfied -- within the self, and always looking beyond oneself for order. This is why I should do non-addictive drugs like pot. But I shoot heroin because it makes me hurt." |
We tell you, purity is a misplaced ideal...but we doubt our species will ever listen. We are enthroned in the heart of ignorance, and no cause will make us lift our heads...until it is too late. When the planet is destroyed and the apocalypse has broken the spine of resistance, they will wonder how they wasted their time for so long on unimportant things?.
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