An abortion awaits the birth of this aeon. The offal of a thousand corpses, rotting, turning to soil, promised the fruition of a great harvest year by this century's murderers of love. There will be wailing and gnashing of teeth on this earth alone. They'll beg for Hell to provide them a restless solace where they can cultivate their sorrow so that it might be impregnated by the weight of eternity - the ever enduring quest for a meaning which evaporated in the abyss of its own ubiquity.
There is nowhere to go where someone is not babbling as if their earnestness will be their salvation. To talk in this world is to spread the virus of our distinction from the universe. And there are still those who think that talking is a right. It can only be an art insofar one possesses a talent for carrion; a comfort in all insonorous noises, so long as they stimulate one too quick flight from the stagnation of mechanized motions into which they've taken rhythm for fear of the whip.
ALL THINGS A PARODY
Who keeps you informed? For every piece of data that is represented to you, you have lost an experience forever. You are not even you. The part of you which experienced this negation of experience has split off from the you you know at present and is being tortured for its one mistake for all eternity. All your mistakes have produced such quantum results. There are thousands upon thousands of you in Hell, cursing your name. You are a parody of what they would have done had they been given a second chance.
Do you owe them? Perhaps they owe it to you to not scream from the most forgotten depths of your dreaded dreams.
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1 Imagine a portal in the sky which is also a meteorite. It glows with the same intensity as the light of your pineal eye. It is plummeting toward the earth and you can't help but welcome the impending destruction.
2 Imagine you are dead. It will happen someday anyway. Imagine no one came to the funeral and no one will realize you are gone for six months. It will acquaint you with your fear of people not caring about you.
3 Create fictional avatar friends in your mind. They will turn out more real than most of your online friends and acquaintances.
MY CONSCIOUSNESS IS LITTERED WITH NOVELS NO ONE WILL EVER WRITE
The virus started out as an ebola-like infection. It killed off half of the human population. It mutated into a rabies-like virus - dare we say, a zombie virus. Half of the remaining population was infected and half of the uninfected were killed by the infected. The infected died off, eventually. The virus mutated yet again, but the third wave was surreptitious. No one could tell who was infected. The infection possessed its own intelligence and worked its hosts toward global domination.
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Bits of shattered youth in the form of eyeless dolls and cracked videogames.
RISE OF THE MASCULINIST WOMAN
Crocodile Dundee will not show up to save you. You'll have to grab your own dicks.
There are thousands of her, vampire teeth and buzz headed, on Park Avenue. She's the rifle. I'm the bottom of the bottle. You find the bullet like you look for an exit.
RUN AND HYDE
There are thousands of you in that skull of Yours, all clambering to get out. Capital explains capitalism through its anthropoidal avatars. The sacred fiat is waiting behind a set of golden doors, having been lain inside the ark of the covenant. We await its ascension to heaven, just as we mourn the deaths of those who touched it before their time.
Go into the valley, all who would wait for the lines at Rite Aid to die down, and there you will see a sign in the eastern sky. Be ever watchful, for the condition for its coming lies not on the one story, but the many. It will be called by different names.
One tribe called it Antichrist.
One tribe called it Capital.
One tribe called it the Mob, the People.
One tribe called it Modernity.
One tribe called it Nihilism.
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She turned to stone as an eternal chasm opened between us.
ONLY A BILLIONAIRE CAN SAVE US
We never caught up to that small percentage which was able to apprehend three dimensional reality before the other simian creatures. They had to teach the rest of us, but most of us never learned. We just went through the motions. Those that caught on turned the ignorance of the many into the energy capital of physical activity.
Don't forget to hold on to your pay stubs. And always ask for a receipt. The bill shall be collected upon the event of your expiration.
TRUST NOT IN PALINDROMIC HEADLINES
If you have to have it explained, you will not understand. If you listen, it will not be heard. If you knock, the door will remain shut and locked. If you have to say it, it is not so and cannot be. If you wonder evermore, it has never been and never will be.
Do not repeat what you have read here. One must forget it immediately. Particular of its features may infect the mind like malware if dwelt upon and may be withstood with only the strictest of concentrations. Save yourself the trouble and let no room be the abode to that which you have until now wanted to be acquainted with. All you have read here are lies.