The Vicious Circle.

Two organisms fornicate > you are born > you grow up > you study > try to find a job > study a bit more > find a good job > live your life for something so irrelevant that you forget that you are a slave > fornicate > produce another materialistic spawn > Die > repeat.


Two organisms fornicate > you are born > you grow up > you study > try to find a job > study a bit more > find a good job > live your life for something so irrelevant that you forget that you are a slave > fornicate > produce another materialistic spawn > Die > repeat.

Two organisms fornicate > you are born > you grow up > you study > try to find a job > study a bit more > find a good job > live your life for something so irrelevant that you forget that you are a slave > fornicate > produce another materialistic spawn > Die > repeat.

Pathetic.

Reality Blues

THINK that you are in a small box made of glass.

THINK that you will be there for the rest of your life.

THINK!

THINK!

THINK!

Now feel that you are the only one who is forced to live that way, shitting what you eat, eating what you shit, drinking piss instead of water, you have no clothes, you have no money, you have nothing.

NOTHING.

Come back to reality......isn't it the same thing?

Massacres are the stepping stones to a celebrity status

I am angry...I can feel it inside of me like a fucking stab-wound. Too bad I can't do anything about it, or probably I can?

I go to the reception, ask the receptionist for my room key, she is a decent looking girl 20 something with a false air about herself. This angered me more. 

She hands me my keys in her snobbish manner, and looks away, I ask her to be fucking polite and not behave like the fucking cunt she was....She asks me to fuck off....I grab her hair and repeatedly banged her fucking face on the reception desk and the wall next to the desk till it bled, she screamed for help and I continued doing what I was because it was giving me some sort of sadistic pleasure.

I start walking towards my room, first thing that comes into my mind is "WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I DONE!?!" but that lasted for a second and in came the second thought,"haha I think she needs make up now!"

I felt free...I found a way to vent my anger, I had never beaten up anyone man or woman ever in my life, but this did feel good! 

I look at the blood stains on my expensive shirt and somewhere deep inside I wanted more.

I knew the people who heard her screams would come looking for me and I was pretty sure there was atleast one person who saw me do THAT. So I go to the tool shed, take a chainsaw. 

I take the chainsaw and head towards the lobby, where the receptionist had passed out in a pool of blood, her face disfigured. And I think to myself "Fucking Whore!". Just then three men came towards me, tackled me down to the ground and started beating the shit out of me....but surprisingly I was feeling happy about the shit I'll do to these fuckers....I wanted them to see their guts flying around them. The chainsaw, which was still in my hand, was longing for blood, so I use all my strength and pull the chord that started the chainsaw, the machine started doing its job, and my hands guiding it.

Imagine this in slow motion; fingers, arms, legs, guts and shit loads of blood flying all around me and I have a satisfied smile on my face, like the one you have after you get laid for the first time. 

However, after finishing my work, I was covered in blood and so was the motel lobby, with 3 mutilated bodies and passed out receptionist who was the reason of all this mess (believe it or not she was!)  I thought I have to get rid of this crap....So I set the floor on fire and move out of the place.

The incident was somehow traced to me by the officials, and I was indicted for the very same... but they couldn't do shit because of lack of evidence against me.

Now I am a celebrity in my country and earn enough to own a gun.

I've always wanted to say this here it goes "Say hello to my little friend!!!!"   

The Seed

I am awake, I think.

Sitting in a dark room with moonlight creeping in through the open window, athwart a mirror; adjacent to a window.

It reflects my face and the thin white curtains on the window.

A gush of wind; and the curtain comes onto my face, I brush it aside and look back at the mirror, but my image is not there anymore. I see a child sitting where I am. Something about the look on his face sent shivers down my spine.

I am still, I think to myself "I must be dreaming" and the mirror cracks.

DE-Humanize

SILENT. VACANT. CLUELESS.

This is ME.
This is US.
This is OUR life.
This is our world; our "FREE" world. Is it free enough.........I don't think so, not yet.

Lets give the world's "CORRECT" way of living a benefit of doubt, and follow through with it.

I DENY!

"DEATH" isn't it the last resort?

Why yearn for it then? Why DE-humanize ourselves when we can kick ass with a smile on our faces. Break the mold which is used to make "SHEEP" meant for slaughter.

"DENY". Because the society dehumanizes man, Man creates death, we DIE.

Nor dread nor hope attend

A dying animal;

A man awaits his end

Dreading and hoping all;

Many times he died,

Many times rose again.

A great man in his pride

Confronting murderous men

Casts derision upon

Super-session of breath;

He knows death to the bone

Man has created death.

DE-HUMANIZATION

I rest my case.