I Will Fly

I’ll die.
I’ll die too.
I’ll die to you.
I’ll die to you all.
I’ll die to you, all-mighty.
I’ll die to you, all-mighty god.
I’ll die to you, all-mighty goddamned.
I’ll die to you, all-mighty goddamn society.

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I’ll fly to you, all-mighty goddamn society.
I’ll fly to you, all-mighty goddamned.
I’ll fly to you, all-mighty god.
I’ll fly to you, all-mighty.
I’ll fly to you all.
I’ll fly to you.
I’ll fly too.
I’ll fly.

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Ugly Humans

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I wish I could see how beautiful humans are, including myself.  Is it normal to find 99% of all people I meet ugly?  Never mind social media and photos.  I’m talking about real people, the ones we see on the street and meet face to face.  99% of them are ugly.

I wonder if it has anything to do with depression.  It seems that it was not like this before.  I used to find most people beautiful.  Now it seems that everyone is plain ugly.  Not pleasant to look at.  Their faces, the shape of their bodies, even their attitude.  I hardly see anything admirable in humans.

Animals are more beautiful than humans, have you noticed?  Or is it just me?  It’s very depressing and I don’t know where to find a cure for this.  Something must be wrong with my perception.  It can’t be okay to find 99% of the members of my own species ugly.

Maybe there’s something wrong with my vision.  Maybe I need new glasses.  Maybe I’m not human.  Hell, sometimes I even wish I was blind, then I wouldn’t have to look at all the ugliness around me.  Is there a drug that could help me?  How can I change my perception?

Comments are welcome.  I need help.  Thanks.

The Liar

He lies to his wife, lies to his children, lies to his followers, lies to his friends.  No, sorry.  Not to his friends because he doesn’t have any.  The liar doesn’t have friends, he has… figurines, or pawns, or deluded admirers.

That’s right.  And he doesn’t live, he subsists within his own exquisitely well decorated prison.  He walks around, alone among others, smiling and waving, buying and selling.  He drugs his one-track mind to sleep, drugs his trimmed body to work, drugs his flaccid organ to night clubs, and the next day goes to church.  He has sex with himself while screwing the other.

The liar is popular, rich, famous and funny.  He loves his life and is afraid to die.  He can’t stand sickness, can’t tolerate unhappiness, can’t understand meditation.  He watches tv, follows the news and dresses fashionably.

The liar cheats his partner, cheats his employer and cheats himself.  He’s an expert with words, he knows exactly what to say and when to say it.  He knows when to play the hero and when to play the victim.  The liar is a player.

He succeeds in everything he does, he hardly ever gets criticised because he’s wise, slick and sly, politically correct, healthy and he supports the army.  He suffers from headaches but doesn’t tell anyone.  He goes to the dentist regularly and makes sure his teeth are white.

The liar doesn’t last forever

Because he can’t enter eternity

The liar might be your neighbour

He might be you or he might be me

What a disgusting blogpost

I feel like regurgitating my dinner

Please excuse me

Ok, I’m Evil. Are You Happy?

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Seems like you are either good or evil, according to them.

Who is them?  My frigging loved ones.  They’ve all been brainwashed to think that a person is either good or evil and cannot be both at the same time.  This is how they view the world and everything in it including people.

So when I try to explain to them my condition, they don’t get it.  They pull out bible verses or popular catch phrases to prove to me that I am not on the right path.  In other words, I’m evil.  After years of this shit I got so tired that I finally just said:  “You’re exactly right.  I’m evil.”

Since then I have found peace (ha! ha! peace…).

So now whenever they ask me:  “Why are you like this?  Why are you doing that?  Why aren’t you doing this instead?  Why do you talk like that?  Why?  Why?  Why?”  My answer to them is very simple and easy to understand:  “I’m evil, I told you.”  They get it right away.  It settles the matter.  As for moi, I save time and energy, and I’m not any worse for having said that.

Sometimes I add a few words to the phrase:  “I’m evil and proud of it.”

Why are they all so obsessed with being good?  Or I should say appearing to be good.  Because it’s all about appearances.  They are all ten times more evil than I am, but spend all of their time and energy trying to hide it.  Such a pathetic sight to watch.  Why can’t they just admit that they are evil too?  Everything would be much simpler and the world would be a better place.  🙂